To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was sitting in her living room with her parents not too far away from us.

Her dad would pop his head in every five mintues just to check up on us. He would also bring us snacks and take a seat between us for about ten mintues. I've been there for about an hour and we already had a box of pizza, popcorn, candy, and soda laying on the table. He sat between us quite a few times as you can tell.

While I was getting dressed to come here I was considered not wearing my hoodie. That was the first time I ever thought about letting people other than my family see my face.

The fact that I even thought about not wearing my hoodie around her scared me. It scared me that I'm already so comfortable with her and I've only known her for a day.

What she doesn't know is that I could talk, I'm not really mute. I choose to be mute because I don't want to get   too close to anyone. I don't got time to be let down or left by anyone. I rather save myself the heartache.

"What's it like having Jordan as a sister? She looks nicer than my demon sister"

"I heard that"

Myra screamed from the kitchen. She popped her in the living room and stuck the middle finger at her.

"Living with Jordan isn't so great either. She uses up all the hot water, eats all the food, and she sleeps for more than half of the day. I sometimes have to carry her in public because she claims her feet hurt. It's just horrible."

I texted her. Jordan is a very very very hard person to take care of. Just because I give her whatever she wants people think I spoil her.

What they don't know is that Jordan work for what she has first. If she wants a new toy she has to clean her room or wash the dishes. Nothing comes for free in my house.

Nevaeh read the messages and started  laughing. If she lived with Jordan she would've been crying every second of the day.

"Since we answered all these dumb questions how do you want to decorate the board?" Nevaeh said.

We don't even have to use a board. Nevaeh said she wants to go the extra mile and make sure she gets an A.

I just shrugged my shoulder and let her think about whatever it is she wants to do with the board. I don't really care about it.

"But don't add any glitter or sparkly things on the board please."

She looked at the text and smiled widely at me. A little too wide.

"Of course not. I would never do that"

Yup, she's gonna add glitter. A whole bunch of it too. I forgot she told me that her favorite color is pink and glitter. I walked into that one.

"But on another note, can I borrow you for my photography class?"

She asked with a wide smile. I wanted to say no but throughout the whole time I was there the thing she talked about the most was photography.

She even showed me her collection of  cameras her parents buys for her whenever they go somewhere new.

That's cool, at least her parents think about her when they're gone. Mine left nine years ago and I haven't even received a letter. Those bastards.

I nodded my head causing her to squeal in excitement. She quickly ran up to her room to crab her school camera.

Once she came downstairs she pulled me off the couch and circled me. She had her hand on her chin as she looked at me. She already makes me nervous now she's doing this.

She took her camera from around her neck and snapped a picture of my tattoo covered knuckles. Next she took a picture of my whole body with my hoodie still on. Even after all the pictures she took she still wasn't satisfied.

"Do you mind taking one of your arms  out of your jacket sleeve. You could keep the hoodie on your head"

I nodded my head and took out my left arm. I heard a gasp come from her causing me to look up. What, is my arm ashy? Man I knew I should've put some lotion on today.

"Your arm looks like a work of art. Your face must be a masterpiece"

She whispered the last part. I don't think I was supposed to hear that. I ignored it and stood still so she could take her picture.

She showed me the picture and I was truly impressed. My tattoos looked great with the black and white filter she took the pictures in.

"Can I borrow Jordan's face? She's absolutely precious"

I nodded my head and took a seat on the couch. She called Jordan in the living and asked her to be her model. She eagerly said yes and took out her clear lip gloss. I told her she couldn't wear it but she does anyways.

She's lucky I don't believe in beating children.

Nevaeh started fixing her bangs and put the pink fluffy hoodie on top of her head. She positioned her head so she was looking straight in the camera. She snapped the picture and showed it to me.

Jordan squealed and started jumping up and down. Myra came from the kitchen with a confused look on her face.

"What's going on?"

"Your sister took a beautiful picture of me, look"

"I asked her can she take a picture of me and she said no, she already turned in her project. She's ugly and a liar too"

Nevaeh shooed them both away and got back to tweaking the pictures she took.

How's it like having Vitilgo?

I texted her after she was done looking at the pictures she took. That question has been on my mind since the moment I saw her. I didn't really know much about Vitilgo until I did some research on it.

Her skin was so cool that I decided to voluntary read about it? Curse her and her awesome skin.

"Well it's actually pretty cool. I didn't really like my skin until I accepted the fact that I was different and that was ok. When girls like Emily try to bring me down they're truly wasting their time. Believe it or not she's the nicest bully I've ever meet"

Nicest? What kind of bullies did Nevaeh encounter? I've never heard anyone say Emily was the nicest anything in all my four years of high school.

"And then you have people like Emily that is ignorant as hell. They think they can get Vitilgo by contact. I used to explain myself but I gave up. They don't deserve to know about my amazing skin condition"

I'm impressed by now she handles herself. Many girl would've let Emily and her posse run them out of school but not her. She's actually going to last two days, one day more than the other girls.

"Silas would you like to stay for dinner?"

Nevaeh's dad asked. He asked me but his eyes were telling me to say no. It looks like his wife made him come ask me.

I was about to respond but I got a text message.

Boss needs you for training. Be here in twenty
----venny

I shook my head no causing Mr. Johnson to sigh in relief. I called Jordan and told her we had to go. It's already seven.

She and Myra shared an extra long goodbye. Jordan promised Myra to save her a seat before class starts.

After I bid everyone a good bye I grabbed Jordan's hand and walked out the front door.

Time to make this money.