"This sucks! He is going to be here any minute and my hair looks like crap. I cannot go out like this. And where are my shoes?" Stacy said as she scurried about the bedroom.

Carrie rolled her eyes, it was times like these she hated sharing a room. "This is why I don't bother going to these kinds of things."

"No, you don't go to these kinds of things because you can't get a date. Honestly Carrie you should try a bit harder."

Carrie rolled her eyes. "If getting a date means spending two hours freaking out and having to wear high heels, no thank you."

"Seriously Carrie, you are hopeless."

Just then movement by the door brought the conversation to a halt. "Hi" Luca smiled awkwardly. "Oh my god. Dad! Why did you send him up to my room!"

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Come on before she has a complete break down." Pulling his sleeve toward the stairs.

Sitting in the quietness of the living room Luca looked over at Carrie. Man this would be so much easier he thought.