THE BOY NEXT DOOR

MARK & DREAM

Aimee's POV
"Your birth father is Mark. Mark Lynch. The one you're eating dinner with right now! He's the one!" Mom said.

That's when I shot up in bed. Was it just a dream. I looked around to see that I'm in my room. I got out of bed and ran down the stairs hurriedly. I ran into the kitchen to see mom getting ready for work.

"Mom! Please be honest! Is Mark my birth father!" I asked, in a worried tone. "Mark? As in Mark Lynch?" She laughed.

I gave her a weird look.

"Hell no! Why would you even ask that Aimee?" She asked, grabbing her coffee mug and keys. "No reason. Bye mom!" I say, kissing her cheek.

"Seriously Aimee? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Connor asked.

I ignored him. Why'd I have that dream then? I just ran over to the Lynch's, not caring that I was still in my pajamas. I marched into the house and ran upstairs.

"RYDEL"

"IN HERE!" She yelled from her room. I locked the door and looked at her with concerned eyes. "Will you please be honest?"

She smiled. "Of course"

"Do I look like your dad?" I asked. She gave me a weird look. "Not at all!"

"I had a dream last night and we went out to dinner than mom decided to tell me my birth father and she said it was Mark. It's just...I don't know. I mean, they have been acting weird since we met"

"I'm sure it's nothing. And if my dad was really your birthday father that means we'd be half sisters...and that means you would also be half brothers with Ross and the rest" She says, frowning. I couldn't help smile.

"OMG! WE'RE HALF SISTERS! I CAN'T DATE ROSS!" I yelled, jumping around and she laughed. "Nice try Aimee. You're not my half sister and that means you'll still get a chance with Ross" she said. I rolled my eyes and we just hung out.