Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. We do not own Ashley Angel, Gregory Smith, Sean Astin, Dan Miller, Hayden Christensen, Eminem, Hailie Jade, Kim, AJ Trauth (Twitty) or Dre. However we do own Brandy, Melissa, Adam, Aurora, Chloe, Erin, Lil Marshall, and Patrick. Please read the Character Guide and all the previous stories otherwise this will make no sense whatsoever.

Greg: Honey, it’s been three months. I really need a hair-cut.

Brandy: He is looking a little shaggy Mel.

Melissa: Alright. Why don’t you and Ashley go to the mall?

Ashley: Fine with me. Oh look Sean Astin is here.

Brandy: Hi Sean Astin.

(Sean Astin cups Brandy’s ass.)

Sean: Hello everyone.

(Lil Marshall, Mel, and Greg start laughing.)

Brandy: Why don’t you guys get going?

Ashley: Come on Greg.

(The boys leave to go to the mall.)

Erin: Does anyone want to watch Episode II with me?

(Brandy and Lil Marshall start giggling.)

Adam: Why are they laughing Mommy?

Chloe: Is there something we should know?

Melissa: Well…you know how Adam has a different Daddy than your Daddy Chloe?

Adam & Chloe: Yeah.

Melissa: Well, so does Erin.

Chloe: Dan Miller?

Melissa: No.

Adam: Then who?

Melissa: Hayden Christensen.

Chloe: MOMMY!!

Adam: That kind of explains a lot.

Chloe: When did that happen?

Melissa: Three years ago…I guess.

Lil Marshall: Aunt Melissa is such a whore.

(Just then the doorbell rings.)

Dre: I’ll get it.

(Dre runs to the door wearing an apron and carrying a plate of cookies. The Holiday Bear is flying close behind him.)

Eminem: What up Dre?

Dre: Nuthin’ dawg. How you been bro?

Eminem: Aiight.

Dre: Want a cookie?

Eminem: Sure. Hey Brandy!

(Eminem gives Brandy a hug.)

Brandy: Em? What are you doing here? It’s been five years.

Eminem: Well, out of respect and the fact that I almost killed Ashley I stayed away an extra three years.

Patrick: Mommy, that man is standing very close to Dre’s hot plate of cookies. He might get burned.

Eminem: Who’s that?

Brandy: This is my son Patrick.

Sean: What’s going on?

Eminem: Who’s that?

Brandy: Sean Astin, Patrick’s father.

Eminem: You slut.

Melissa: Oh God. What are you doing here?

Lil Marshall: Who are…oh hi Daddy.

Eminem: Now who’s that? (Referring to Erin)

Melissa: My daughter Erin.

Eminem: She’s not Greg’s is she?

Lil Marshall: Nope.

Melissa: Thanks for having my back Lil Marshall.

Lil Marshall: No big thing.

Eminem: You guys are really slutty.

Ashley: Hello everyone. We’re back from the mall. Oh hello Marshall.

(Just then the doorbell rings.)

Dre: I’ll get it!!

(Dre runs to the door with a pillow between his legs.)

Holiday Bear: (Flying close behind) Umm…Dre.

Dre: Oops. That was my bad.

Twitty: Hello.

Dre: And you would be?

Twitty: Television’s Twitty.

Dre: Okay, come on in.

Melissa: AH! It’s Television’s Twitty.

Eminem: How old is that kid? Please tell me that you’re not fucking him.

Brandy: Well…technically Melissa was first.

(Everyone looks to see Greg’s reaction but he’s too busy admiring his new haircut.)

Dre: Anyone want a cookie?

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