After our shopping trip, we came home with thousands of bags, I've never had that much fun shopping. After the little problem happened, we went on with our shopping trip. Laughing and having fun. We just stopped sending pictures to the guys. Wanting to just be there and enjoy each other's company. But once we finished, the car was so packed with bags, that Hannah couldn't see out the back of the car on the ride home.

Now I was in my room, and was starting to unpack the bags. Wondering what to do with the shirts cause there wasn't enough space the dresser. There was a closet, but sadly I never had one before, and didn't know how to use it. I didn't want someone to come into my room one day, and see the closet, and judge me cause I fucked up.

I was just about to yell for Pat when an angry Travis marched into my room. I pretended to ignore him. Calling for Pat to come and help me with the clothes. But for some reason Pat didn't come to help. Nor did she even yell back. I knew she was in the house, I just passed her coming up the steps.

"What do you need help with?" Travis practically growled at me.

I wanted to ignore him. I really did. But I just couldn't hold my anger in anymore.

"Nothing from you." I stated. Not looking up to meet his eyes.

"Why cause you got slutty clothes?" He asked pointing to the bags.

That's when I looked up. The slutty clothes was all just a joke, a joke that Travis thought I knew nothing about it. Seeing as how he didn't text me and yell at me about what I was getting. He only yelled at Kaylee. And he asked her for the pictures. He didn't even ask me. I don't even know why that bugged me.

"Slutty clothes? Excuse me? Did you just call me a slut?" I was mad. And this was a good way to let it out.

"Oh don't pull that card with me. Kaylee sent me pictures. You and I both know what you got." He was pissed. I couldn't even see the green in his eyes anymore.

"WHAT!? Why would she do that?" I asked looking him dead in the face.

"Cause!" He turned to me, and closed his mouth. The green coming back into his eyes.

"Cause why?" I asked giving him the best death glare I ever could. Which seemed to be working cause he started backing up.

"COLE!" I yelled. I didn't want this piece of shit in my room. Hell in my sights right now.

I didn't have to wait long to hear Cole storming up into my room.

"Yes my Queen?" He asked as he bowed and walked into the room. Not noticing Travis until he let out a low growl. "Oh hey Travis." He said trying to not smirk.

I rolled my eyes. I don't know what that's about. But I didn't care at that moment. " Can you take the trash out for me?" I asked nodding to Travis. "Then come back, cause I need your opinion." I said turning back towards my bags.

"Sure." Cole said. " Lets go Trashy." He said towards Travis.

"What so your going to show him all the slutty clothes?" Travis roared as Cole was shoving him out the door. I looked up at him with a death glare. Had he not witnessed what the fuck happens to me when someone holds me like he did this morning? If someone is just holding me and I do that, then why the hell would he think I would dress like a slut? I didn't care though. And just for that comment, I sent my own back.

"And why would I want to show you the slutty clothes?" I asked in a high pitched innocent voice. Honestly though I did want to know why he thought I would ever show him that type of stuff.

Luckily when I said that, Cole already got him out the door, and slammed it on him. But not before I words made it to his ears. After that there was a shit ton of growling that could be heard from the other side of the door. Then a fuck ton of banging. Honestly I thought the door was going to fly in. I was very surprised that the door held. I mean one more hit, and that thing would have shattered.

After a while, the banging stopped, and there was no sound coming from the other side. I didn't pay to much mind to it. I mean he finally gave up.

Moving from the place near the bed. I looked at Cole.

"Can you help me with my clothes?" I asked pointing to the bags on the bed.

"Look Max." He said rubbing his neck. I noticed he does that when he gets nervous. " I don't think it's a good idea for me to help. I mean, you are my sister and all. But I don't know how I would feel seeing all those clothes you bought. If their like how Travis said they were. I mean I'm not calling you a slut." He finished quickly. With his hands held out to me, eyes wide as if waiting for me to attack.

All I could do was laugh. Which seemed to confuse him.

"Their not slutty at all Cole." I said as I went to unpack a pair of jeans.

They weren't skin tight, and they didn't have any holes in them.

"Oh then why did Travis think they were?" Cole asked as he went to grab another bag.

"We may have fucked with him. He sent a message to Kaylee saying that he had to approve of what I wore and what I got. And I didn't like that. I mean who does he think he is my father? I've been able to dress myself since I was 4. I don't need his help. So anyway, we picked out the most god offail clothes, and made me look like a slut, and sent him pictures." I said with a shrug.

Out of no where, Cole started laughing.

"So that was why he had a boner in class today?"

WHAT! "What?" I looked at him in surprise. Was he in the same class as the person that was sending me picture of Travis today? Could he tell me who that person is?

"Oh come on! We both know you got the picture's I sent you." He looked at me with a 'give me a break' look as he folded some pants and stuck them in a drawer with the others.

"That was you!?" I asked looking at him with shock.

"Who else would it be?" He laughed just shrugging.

"I don't know. Why didn't you tell me it was you when I asked?"

"Where's the fun in that?" He laughed.

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After putting away all the clothes that could go in the drawer. Me putting away my underwear and bras. It came to the shirts. Now where the hell do I put these. I've never seen a closet. I know right after all the homes I've been in you would think that they would have had a true closet. WRONG! Nope they used closets are rooms for the kids who had been there the longest. That way they could have their own 'room' if you will.

"Hey Cole?" I looked down ashamed.

"Yeah?"

"What do I do with the shirts?" I felt a blush light up on my face.

"What do you mean what do you do with them?"

I knew this was going to make me look fucking retarted. "I don't have any more drawer space. So I don't know where to put them."

"Have you never heard of a closet?" He asked laughing as if it was a joke.

I just shook my head.

"Oh." I could hear the humor leave his voice. And I hated that it was because of me. " I'm sorry."

" No!" I said looking at him. " I don't want your pity Cole. I mean I have seen a closet. But I've only ever seen them used as a bedroom. I don't know what's suppose to go in it." I wasn't as ashamed as I was.

"Oh. I got you." He said smiling at me. Thank god he wasn't down anymore. Walking over to my closet. He grabbed something that was hanging on the pole thing. " This is a hanger." He said waving it in my face. He reached down, and grabbed a shirt, then went on to show me how to put it on the hanger, and how to put it up.

"Oh. That's it?" I questioned.

"Yup that's it. You can also put shoes and other stuff in your closet if you want. Do you want to see what mine looks like? I mean I don't know how much help it would be cause I'm a guy. But I can still show you if you want." He looked at me like he was asking me if I had a pencil he could use. Not like he was inviting me into a personal place of his.

I mean I know it's not a big deal to some people. But when someone had their own room. If you got invited in. It meant that the person really trusted you, or wanted you to get to know them better. Not in the sexual way. Well.... not all the time. But in most case's, you can tell a lot about a person just by the look of their room.

"Sure. If you wouldn't mind." I said giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

"Nah. It's not that big of a deal. Come on." He walked out of my room.

I followed him, but made sure to shut my door. I don't know why, but I didn't want anyone in there right now. Probably cause I had somethings to protect now.