"Why you're just bursting with sunshine today." he observed dryly. Angela rolled her eyes, and sighed, turning to walk home. As they started down the street, Angela turned to her brother,

"Tell me, why does it appear that Darrel Hayward is, um, how shall I say this...stalking me?" Johnny looked at Angela amused.

"He likes you." Johnny shugged. Angela gave him a withering look.

"I know that. I'm not blind, you know." Angela sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. They continued down the block in silence.

"He's everywhere."

"Hm?" Johnny turned to her.

"Darrel."

"Oh, yeah." Johnny replied vaugely.

"Everytime I turn around, he's just standing there, like he doesn't having anything better to do. He follows me around and he's got this creepy grin..." Angela shuddered.

"Dad seems to like him." Johnny said thoughfully.

"What?" Angela gasped and stared at Johnny, bug-eyed.

"Oh yeah. Dad thinks that he'd make a nice addition to the family, as, say, a son in-law." Johnny said smugly. Angela's eyes blazed at the comment. Gritting her teeth, she mumbled something obscene under her breath. Storming up the front steps of their brick town house, she flung open the door and stomped down the hall.

"What-you-how-Darrel Hayward?!" Angela sputtered, gesturing elaboratly with her hands. She stood in the parlor, her eyes wide, waiting for her father to respond. Richard DeLanci slowly lowered the newspaper he was reading and calmly looked up at his daughter.

He frowned slightly. "Darrel is a very nice young man. The Haywards are also very nice people." he added. Angela stared at her father incredulously.

"No...no..." she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Angela, you're nearly fifteen." her father warned.

"Oh, I see-planning for the future, huh? Find some rich family and just marry me off. What a great plan!" Angela crowed sarcastically, throwing her hands in the air.

"Don't talk back to me like that..." Mr. DeLanci said tensely.

Angela shook her head in disgust. "I'll talk however I like." she scoffed.

"Well, tell me now, what is your plan for the future?" Mr. DeLanci said, becoming agitated. Angela narrowed her eyes in contempt.

"No, don't let me stop you! Please, do tell!" Mr. DeLanci cried, rather amused.

"Just leave me alone." Angela hissed under her breath, turning to leave the room.

"What? Come now, don't tell me you were planning to marry that street boy from New York?" his voice oozed anger and sarcasm. Angela whirled around and stared at her father, amazed and disgusted. Finally, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. Pausing at the doorway, she turned her head over her shoulder.