Hey guys, i hope you like this story, please let me know if you do or don't:)

(lets see...i own Trixie, and everyone else that i make up but i don't however own, Edgar, Alan or Sam...or the firework song:( this is very sad:(

Trixie

Chapter one: Uncle Eddy

A lone silver Mini Van drove on the highway, a few cars passing it but not many, it held three people in it and one was singing as loud as her voice could allow…

"CAUSE BABY YOU'RE A FIRE WORK! COME ON LET YOUR COLORS BURST. MAKE EM GO UP! UP! UP! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! EVEN BRIGHTER THAN THE MOON! MOON! MOON!—hey!"

Trixie Emerson glared at her mother who turned off the radio with a relived sigh, "Trixie, you've been singing at the top of your lungs for about an hour now, don't you think it's time to be quiet a little?"

The sixteen year old shrugged, blowing her bangs out of her eyes, "Well, you wouldn't be having a headache now if I had gotten that I pod for Christmas,"

Trixie's mom, Eve, a woman in her fortes sighed, running a freckled hand over her light brown hair in frustration.

"Sam! When are we getting to Edgar's house?" she groaned looking over at her husband of nineteen years who only smirked, his light blue eyes matching his daughters, in fact they had the same hair too except, Trixie's was a darker blonde than her father's and much longer.

Eve shook his shoulder, "Sam?" he looked over at her, "Another hour,"

This time Trixie groaned, "Can I listen to the radio now? I promise I won't sing,"

Eve and Sam both turned to look at her; "No!" they said simultaneously.

Trixie pouted, mumbling "Fine," under her breath as she looked out the window, they driving up from Nevada to go spend the summer and maybe the winter at her Uncle and Aunt's house in Santa Cruz California.

Trixie was excited she was going to meet new family! Well they weren't really her family by blood but she guessed they were pretty close since her dad and they had grown up together.

With a sigh she started to look through her sky blue shoulder bag with little skulls scattered all over it.

This was her art bag….mainly; she kept other things in there too, like a hair brush some books, a little bit of make up, gum.

Finally, she pulled out her drawing pad, and favorite lime green pencil; finding a blank page. With a steady hand and eye, she began drawing a flower, a tiger lily to be exact.

An hour later….

As Trixie did the finishing touches on the drawing, she deemed it done by sighing her signature and the year, Trixie Emerson, 2009, before closing the book to look at the house in front of them.

It was a single wide, crosses where hung on every window and the roof was that of tin. A few yards away, Trixie could see there was another house that looked just like this one except it had kid stuff in the yard.

"So this is Uncle Edgar's house?" she asked, pulling her hair up into a high pony tail with a pink hair tie.

Sam looked back and smiled at her, "yeah, Edgar always liked to live small,"

Waiting until her dad got out first, Trixie and her mom followed suit. The teenager stood, stretching, then straightened out her pink T-shirt, and lime green shorts.

She dressed differently than most girls at the school she went to, preferring bright (mostly neon) colors, and always wore black converse high tops; either that or purple flip-flops.

Her aunt Star always said she got that from her dad, who was said to have worn atrocious clothes that always clashed together.

Trixie personally couldn't ever see her father wearing bright clothes, like hers. The ones he wore now were pretty much always simple and darkish.

Trixie hummed a tune to herself as she went to the back of their van and opened the back, letting her golden retriever, Lilly, out to run around.

They had gotten Lilly after Nanook's (her dad's old dog that she never met) son Trever, who she'd grown up around died at the age of twelve; a good age for a large dog.

Trixie ran around as Lilly playfully chased her ignoring her parents as they knocked on the door to Uncle Edgar's house.

The bone-white door opened to reveal a man the same age as Sam with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, dressed in camouflage jeans and a blue plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

He stood in front of Sam, his eyes narrowed and calculating, "Sam Emerson?" He uttered out, his voice still as deep as ever.

"Edgar Frog?" Sam mocked.

"In the flesh," Edgar replied, his eyes darting from Sam to Eve, then over to the girl behind them playing with her dog. His eyes widened as he took in her blond hair, blue eyes, short stature and bright outfit.

"That your daughter?"

Sam grinned at his old friend. "Yeah, that's Trixie,"

Edgar frowned, "I didn't think it had been that long," he then turned to Eve.

"Still got them cute freckles Eve," he half grinned as he shook her hand.

Eve nodded, "Been a long time," the last time they had seen each other was when she and Sam got married.

Sam looked over his shoulder at Trixie still playing with Lilly, laughing like a little girl, and shouted for her to come over.

Trixie walked up to stand beside her dad shyly. She had never met her uncle Edgar although she knew lots about him, like how he used to own a comic book shop until someone set it on fire, he had a brother, Uncle Alan, a wife, Aunt Kelsey and he was obsessed with war and protecting the country.

Her blue eyes studied him as he studied her, both their eyes narrowed.

Finally Trixie let loose a smile, holding out her hand, the nails painted hot pink, "Hi Uncle Edgar!"

He stared at her hand awkwardly, his face set into a frown before he hesitantly took her hand and shook it lightly. "Nice to meet you," he muttered.

He then looked up at the whole family as he released her hand, "Come in if you want, since you're going to be here awhile."

"Where's Kelsey?" Eve asked as they walked through the door.

Trixie looked through a window at Lilly who rolled in the grass outside while Edgar cleared off a blue recliner chair and army green couch before sitting on a stool at a little bar near the kitchen.

"She's at the doc's checking out the baby,"

Trixie glanced at Edgar, "She pregnant?" he nodded.

"Cool!" Edgar looked over at Sam "Alan should be over later with his kid Jamey,"

Trixie looked up again, "How old is he?" she asked, curious.

"About the same age as you, maybe a little older," Edgar replied as he watched her, "Do you read comics Trixie?"

Sam's head snapped up, his eyes glared at Edgar in warning.

Trixie looked bored, as she nodded, "Yeah,"

Edgar reached behind him and pulled out this light blue comic titled Vampire's Everywhere.

Sam glared harder at Edgar while Trixie's eyes lit up. "Omgosh! Is this like twilight?"

Sam had to smother a snort.

Edgar's mouth became a thin line, "No, not like that load of crap at all," he muttered handing her the comic.

Trixie's face fell, "Oh, well thanks, I'll read it!" she smiled and that was when she heard Lilly barking outside.

"Jamey, don't be scared of some dog!" she heard a voice yell and jumped out of the chair running outside.

She wrenched open the door and saw a boy her age about to kick at Lilly.

Her eyes flashed dangerously, as she ran at the boy, "Don't you DARE hurt MY dog!" she shouted.

He looked up at her startled just before Lilly snapped at him. "Ah! That's a freaking devil dog!"

Trixie ran at the boy and punched him hard in the stomach making him double over. "She is NOT a devil dog!" she growled, bending down to pet Lilly on her head.

The boy, finally getting his breath back stared at her, "who the hell are you?"

"Depends on whose asking,"

The boy glared, "I'm asking!"

Trixie huffed, "Then I'm not telling!"

She failed to notice the dark haired man laughing quietly as he watched his son and her glare at each other.

Suddenly the boy smirked, trying to be charming, "I'm Jamey,"

Trixie wrinkled her nose, and then her eyes widened, "Ew!"

Jamey looked up at her confused, "What?"

Trixie glared at him, slapping his shoulder, "You pervert! I'm your cousin!...well not really bu.." he cut her off,

"Wait a sec….what?"

"I said.." suddenly laughter erupted from the house, and Trixie stared as Edgar, her parents and a man who had to be Uncle Alan, stood laughing together.

Trixie blushed as Jamey just looked confused. Sam shook his head at his daughter, "will you two dorks just come in the house so we can introduce you?"

Trixie nodded and stood up Lilly at her side as she left Jamey sitting in the grass before he too walked to the house.

She found she was right about the dark haired man, he was Uncle Alan, and he looked almost as nutty as Uncle Edger but seemed a bit saner. He wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans. His hair was short but she could tell it had waves in it. His blue eyes smiled at her.

Jamey, (her weird so called cousin) looked very similar to Alan except he had brown eyes instead of blue, wore glasses, was a total nerd and wore kaki shorts and a white wife beater. He was nice enough though.

She couldn't wait to meet Aunt Kelsey though. She had heard so many good things about the woman; she knew right away that she would like her.

As they sat in Edgar's house, Trixie looked around, Sam and her two uncles where outside cooking something on a grill. Lilly was out back playing with Alan's dog Lexis. Her mom was out cold in the recliner and Jamey was sitting in another chair watching her.

She ignored him though, instead looking at all the pictures on the wall. There was one of Edgar and Alan in a bath tub when they were kids. One of Kelsey and Edgar when they were eighteen, looking like soldiers with camo face paint. Some pictures of dogs and one of her dad, Kelsey, and her Uncles when they were fifteen.

The walls of the house where painted navy blue; matching blue and white tiles covered the floor, every window had thin forest green curtains. It was a pretty clean house, the cleaner and decorator probably Aunt Kelsey.

Trixie was comfortable here; as she stretched out on the couch she soon fell asleep.