Diamond Destiny
M/L w/ some M/M & A/I no tess!!
AU early 1900’s I guess
Rating: PG for now R later
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except what is given to Elizabeth
Summary: Liz is born an orphan and adopted by the Parkers. Something is given to her that is very important to shaping her future.
Notes: Flashback, Dream


A scream tore from her throat as another contraction came to its climax. ‘ It wasn’t supposed to be this way.’ Patricia thought. ‘He was going to be here, be able to hold her… love her… and now…’ The next contractions rippled through her, each one more intense then the last. Tears streamed down her face, their moisture going unnoticed as the rain continued to fall around her. She clutched her one possession to her chest, as if the book she carried was the most important thing to her. All at once her previous thoughts vanished as the need to find shelter for her and her baby took president. It was so hard to see as the storm blew rain and debris at her from all directions. She turned her head wildly from side to side as she stumbled forward, each time praying that she would find some sort of refuge. Suddenly, as if someone had heard her prayer, a light appeared in the distance. Taking it one step at a time Patricia dragged herself towards it, thinking of nothing but her baby’s safety. She finally reached the gates of a large manor. She stopped for a moment to rest herself, before using what little strength she had to push open the immense gate. After a few tries she managed to open the gate a bit and slip into the grounds of the estate. The world was starting to spin even more and her head became so unbearably heavy that she found herself loosing the battle to keep going. She finally made it to the door where the light had been coming from, but she could go no further. Lightening flashed in the distance as she threw herself at the door in a desperate attempt to get in. She managed to hit the door with a loud thud before collapsing and finally dropping her beloved book.
“ Now who could that be, out in this storm?” Jessica thought. She considered not answering it since the master of the house was not home and she was not expecting company. But the thought of anyone out at night in this weather was enough to push all doubt away. Cautiously opening the door, it took all of her will power not to let out a scream at the sight she saw. There, on the doorstep was girl. If she had not been obviously pregnant there would have been nothing to her at all. She was facing the door and the light from inside illuminated her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had being crying herself to sleep for sometime. Her dark straight hair was wet and sticking to the sides of her face. But even soaking wet and obviously malnourished there was something about her face, even now she was breathtaking. Once the shock wore off Jessica tried to pull the poor girl inside. “Paul! Call the doctor quick and help me get her upstairs!” In all of her years living and then working at Parker manor taking care of the children Jessica Whitman had never seen such a sick girl. With much care Jessica and her husband Paul carried the lost girl upstairs. After the doctor had delivered the baby he somberly added that he didn’t think the mother would make it through the night, and the baby probably wouldn’t fair much better.
As she sat the mystery girl’s beside Jessica’s mind wandered. A baby girl had been born on this stormy night, five days before Christmas. Although one would never guess it from the unseasonably warm weather they were having. Well it was lucky for the baby, if this rain had been snow she doubted that they would have made it this far. Just how far had mother and child come? She had no idea. The women had no form of identification, her clothes were slightly unique but nothing she hadn’t seen before in the neighboring areas. Jessica felt much compassion for the woman who was still such a girl herself, she was probably only a little younger than she was; but the girl was so tiny. She was thin yes, but she also had a small frame and her long hair just made the rest of her seem smaller in comparison. Jessica sat with her all night. Her heart went out to this dark-haired beauty who would never get to hold her little girl.
At the first rays of daybreak, Jessica stirred thinking she heard a voice. ‘But that’s impossible,’ she thought. ‘There’s only one person who could be talking, and surely she did not make it through the night.’ Jessica rushed to the bed. She was alive!
Her head was pounding and why was it so hard to breathe? As Patricia slowly opened her eyes her memory cleared slightly. “My baby. Where’s Elizabeth?” Suddenly her baby was in her arms. It got even harder to draw air into her lungs, but Patricia fought to live; ‘Let me just look at her once,’ she thought. Slowly, she gathered enough strength to shift her head so that she could see her baby’s face. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “Oh Elizabeth. I love you so much. Your father wanted to be here, but I bet you he’s watching over us right now.” The tears she had been holding back flowed freely now. But those soon stopped when her feeling of awe was replaced by the realization that she would not be here much longer. With desperation in her voice she said what needed to be said, her daughter’s future depended on it. “She must have it, you will make sure of it won’t you?” Jessica looked towards Paul, the utter confusion she felt written across her face. “Give who what?” “Give Elizabeth… give Elizabeth…” “Give Elizabeth what?”, Jessica prompted in hopes of getting an answer sooner. Patricia looked towards the women who had cared for her and with a look of determination in her eye she uttered the last word she could, “This.” And with that she used the last of her strength to lift her right hand and place it in the women’s. The hand soon went limp in Jessica’s. Paul looked at his watch, “Time of death, 6:52am.”

*~* Chapter 1 *~*

Christmas and New Years had come and gone, but Jessica still thought about that stormy night, not so long ago. That night had changed her life.
‘Just breathe and think Jessica, breathe and think. Give Elizabeth this. What did she mean? It was her last wish so it must be very important. Who is Elizabeth? It must be the baby, yes she had used that name moments before when she was talking to the baby girl. How did she know the baby had been a girl? No one had told her and there is no way to know for sure. But that’s not important now Jessica, think; what could I give the baby.’ Jessica then remembered the weight in her hand and looked down. ‘She put her hand in mine, but how can I give the baby her hand?’ Jessica placed the hand back down on the bed. This was a lot for her to deal with right now. She was so tired, if she looked half as bad as Paul did; they both needed some rest. She would be no good to her cause if she was not rested. “Come on Paul lets get some sleep and then we can decide what to do with the mother and child.” “Thank God the baby made it through the night, I think she’s going to be ok now,” Paul said, obviously relieved.
Paul had woken up a few hours later. Jessica was still asleep. She looked so peaceful he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. He kept the curtains drawn and made his way into the room that contained the lost girl’s body. ‘ Well we have to find out what she meant, but at least we know what to name the baby. The name seems to fit her well. I better prepare the body for the burial.’ Paul walked in the room and opened the curtains, letting the morning light flood the small room. This particular room was always very lit up in the morning because its one huge window faced the east and the rising sun. He turned towards the bed and something caught his eye. Could this be what she meant to give to Elizabeth? Paul ran to get Jessica.
‘Could that be what she meant? Could it? Jessica could think of nothing else as she made her way towards the guest room.’ “This is it Paul! This is what she was talking about, this is the hand she gave to me and here it is. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” “Well it was dark in here; I just saw it because the sun hit it.”
Jessica bent down to get a closer look at the object that was so important to this girl; she had used her last breath to alert them to it’s existence. There, on her second to last finger was a ring. Jessica had never seen anything like it. Nine diamonds came down to form a V, which complimented the girl’s long slender finger. The band, which could not be seen at the front of her finger, was made of gold. The ring was small, delicate and beautiful… just like its wearer. Paul stared at the ring in his wife’s hand. “Its absolutely beautiful…” “… and it’s Elizabeth’s,” Jessica finished.

*~* Chapter 2 *~*

It was Christmas time again. You could smell it in the air at Parker Manor. Jessica loved this time of the year. But her heart had never been as light ever since that stormy night, two years ago, when one life had been given to her and another taken away.
At the time Elizabeth was born the Parkers had been away; the Parker family owned the large estate. Mr. and Mrs. Parker had taken their one-year-old daughter Maria and gone to South America for the winter, sighting that their daughter was too young to endure a New York winter. As ridiculous as this sounded to Jessica, she, Paul and their three year old son Alex were happy to have the house for themselves from the end of November until the beginning of April that year. But their relaxing few months were anything but once Elizabeth was born. While taking care of a baby is a lot of work, Elizabeth was a happy baby and she was loved dearly. Even Alex tried to help out as much as a three year old could. No, the extra stress was added on when Jessica and Paul tried to locate the baby’s family so that she might be returned. At first the task seemed impossible, since the only thing the mother had on her was a ring. They tried asking around if anyone knew of such a ring being worn by someone, but no one did. They almost gave up hope, until one day when Jessica was sweeping the steps leading up to the main door of the house. As she was sweeping she uncovered a crimson colored leather bound book that had been covered with leaves, so as not visible to anyone who didn’t know it was there. Jessica picked up the book, and upon later examination discovered that it had belonged to Elizabeth’s mother. Her name had been Patricia Vanessa Mayfair, her last name changed to Vitello when she married and she was only 19 at the time of her death. The book was obviously a diary of Patricias that she had been keeping since she was 15. The diary told of how her family lived in England but Patricia had come here with her husband Carmelo when they were both 17. Although the diary was an insight into the kind of person that Patricia was and the kind of life she led, it was also rather cryptic when it was talking about Elizabeth’s ring. The ring and it changing Patricia’s life was talked about frequently, but never very clearly. Jessica tried to make sense out of it to Paul. “Well apparently Patricia’s grandmother, Kerri used the ring as her mother had instructed her to do. But Patricia’s mother, Krystyn, did not. Patricia wrote about how her mother did not use the ring, and forbid her to use it as well. She also writes how her mother is not like her or her grandmother, that she is money hungry and doesn’t care about anyone but herself.” “Does it say how Patricia used the ring? She must have used it somehow if she wore it and considered it important,” Paul asked. “It might, but the rest of it is in Italian. She talked about learning the language her husband’s family spoke and then all of a sudden that’s all she was writing in. And its not even regular Italian, it’s a rarely used dialect. I don’t know what to do.”
‘Poor Patricia,’ Jessica thought ‘ she was so unhappy with her family. I wish I could read what she wrote in Italian, that’s most of the writing.’ Suddenly a thought occurred to Jessica. ‘If she was so unhappy with her family, then why should I send Elizabeth to them?’ But she had already made her decision. No one but her and Paul would ever know that Elizabeth had a family out there. Jessica would do everything in her power to keep her away from what Patricia ran from. She just knew the Parkers would take pity on the small orphan and raise her as their own. She didn’t know how to explain it, but Jessica knew she doing the right thing for the little girl who had so quickly stolen her heart.

*~* Chapter 3 *~*

“Elizabeth Vanessa Parker and Maria Rose Parker! You get yourselves in the house right this instant!” Green eyes quickly met their brown counterparts as Maria and Liz exchanged horrified glances. At the ages of 9 and 10 they already knew that when someone uses your full name, it can only mean trouble. “Sorry, Alexander Paul Whitman,” Maria exclaimed using her best grownup voice. “Me and Liz. I mean, I mean Liz and I must return home now. I have a feeling we’re wanted.” With Alex and Liz still giggling Maria started to run towards the house. Liz turned towards Alex, unlike Maria Liz was shy and didn’t have too many friends, so her time spent with Alex was always hard to turn away from. “I’ll see you later right Alex?” “Sure. I’ll come over and we can take our walk.” Just then they heard Maria call out, “Come on Liz your going to loose the race!” Liz started to run to catch up with Maria, the ring hanging from a chain around her neck bounced as she moved. “Bye Alex!” and with that she was gone.
Alex turned to walk back to his house. His parents had saved up enough money and last year they bought their own house on the plot of land next to the Parker’s. Although Alex was happy his house was bigger now, he was also sad to leave Liz and Maria. But it was in walking distance so it wasn’t too bad. As he looked around and started the walk home, he realized why Liz and Maria had been called back so forcefully. It was so dark he almost couldn’t see. His mom was going to mad this time! Alex broke out into a run and made it home faster than he ever had. But that still wasn’t good enough, his parents had wanted him home early today because his dad’s friend was moving into the old house at the edge of the Parker’s property. Apparently he had two children, twins, both 2 years younger than Alex. ‘ I have to remember their names! Mom told them to me this morning and told me not to forget so that when I meet them I know what to call them. There was something weird about their names too. But I just can’t seem to remember. Why does this always happen to me? I can never remember anything. I was supposed to come home early… I forgot. I was supposed to remember their names… I forgot. Now I’m babbling.’ He sighed. “Note to self, cut down on the Maria time,” he mumbled as he walked in the door. “Ah, there he is,” Jessica said. “I’m sorry, I guess I lost track of the time. It’s getting dark so much earlier now that it’s almost summer time you know.” Alex smiled his widest smile, to his surprise his father smiled back saying that it was ok. “Philip, I would like you to meet our son Alex. Alex this is Philip Evans, he is the father of the twins we were telling you about.” ‘Well he doesn’t sound mad at all. Yay! I won’t get in trouble!’ “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Evans.” Relieved that he wasn’t going to be punished and having met the other adult in the room, Alex now looked around the room to see if the twins were there. Sensing Alex was looking for his children, Philip Evans decided to help him out. “If your looking for who I think you are, their outside looking around.” “Why don’t you go outside and play for a little while, but not too long. The Evans have had a long trip and they will be wanting to get to their new house to get a good nights rest.” “Ok, thanks mom.” ‘I wonder if I’ll be able to tell them apart,’ Alex thought.

*~* Chapter 4 *~*

Liz rounded the corner just in time to see blonde curls make the next turn. “Maria wait! No fair I have shorter legs than you and you had a huge head start!” Liz pretended to be hurt that she was loosing but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Liz was just happy to be playing, she never took anything for granted. She could be in last place in a game and still be having the time of her life. Maria gave her last burst of energy to hit the column at the front of the house. “I win! I win!” Liz also touched the column, “Well I came in second place,” she said with a smile. Just then the front door opened and the two girls were faced with Maria’s mother, Nancy Parker, and she did not look so happy. “I thought I told you girls to come in a little early today. You both know very well that Michael is coming tonight. And Maria you be nice to him this time, you know his father was a very dear friend of ours, the poor boy, and I want him to feel right at home for his visit. Now come along, you girls will have to wash and dress very quickly. Your clothes are laid out on your beds. Now hurry! He will be here in less than an hour.”
Maria and Liz talked as they walked up to their rooms. “Ugh! I completely forgot that porcupine of a boy was coming today. Don’t you remember his horrid spiky hair! Who wears their hair like that? Any way, I can’t believe I forgot! Alex is the forgetful one! I think I’ve been hanging around him for too long. Note to self, cut down on the Alex time.” “I don’t know Maria; maybe if you give Michael a chance you can learn to like him. He’s not too bad once you get to know him; he’s just a little shy… like me. And I don’t think you thought his hair was too horrid last year, if it was so bad then why were you always staring at him like he was a big bowl of your favorite ice cream?” Maria’s intake of breath was obvious, Liz knew she had done it this time. “Stare at him!! I never stared at him! You don’t know what your talking about dear sister.” Maria then turned into her room and closed the door. Liz could hear her muttering under her breath, something about what kind of girl would like a guy with a porcupine on his head. Liz’s room was right next to Maria’s and a bathroom connected the two rooms. Liz’s room and Maria’s room were identical in size and structure but that’s about it; the rooms were as different as the two girls were. Maria’s room was bright, with tons of toys and lots of color. Liz’s room was decorated in pastels with large bookcases to hold her many books and a few select dolls. Both rooms had doors at one end opening up to a balcony that they shared. There was a large oak tree that grew right next to the balcony. Alex would use it to climb up and down so he wouldn’t have to go through the house when star gazing or talking with Liz and Maria. Star gazing was Liz’s favorite. During the summer Maria, Liz and Alex would sit out there and look at the stars some nights. For the rest of the nights, Liz was on her own, just her and the billions of stars in the sky.
Liz and Maria finished getting dressed at almost the same time. Maria took a little longer, but that always happened, so Liz waited for her as usual. When they were both ready, they walked down the staircase and into the living room. “You girls are just in time,” Jeff Parker beamed. Maria, Elizabeth, I trust you remember Michael from last summer. Maria couldn’t believe her eyes. Michael looked the same; same hair, taller maybe, but not much had changed. Then why couldn’t she take her eyes off of him?
‘It’s so dark out here, they couldn’t have gone far,’ Alex thought. ‘See if I would have remembered their names like mom told me I could call them, but no I have to find them myself in the dark because I forgot.’ Alex was so deep in thought he nearly walked into someone. “Oh I’m sorry, I can be such a klutz sometimes. It’s a good thing we’re not too far away from the house so we still get some of the light right? You must be one of the Evans twins. Hi I’m Alex. What’s your name?” The other boy stared at Alex but didn’t say a word. Alex decided to try again. Smiling even wider this time he put out his hand. “I’m Alex nice to meet you.” To his surprise the boy took his hand and started shaking it. He didn’t want to push his luck but he really wanted to know his name, so he asked. “What’s your name?” His answer came out almost as a whisper, and if Alex hadn’t been standing so close he might have missed it. “ I’m Max.” “Oh good, Max, well it’s nice to meet you. Where’s your twin brother, I bet you guys can play lots of tricks on people looking the same and everything.” Max removed his hand from Alex’s and stared past Alex to a point behind him. ‘I hope his brother isn’t as shy as him, I think Max might be even shyer than Liz’ “Is he behind me? Well you stay there so I can remember which one is which,” Alex said with a grin. “ Oh I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that.” “Well its usually hard for me to tell…” At that point Alex had turned fully around and just now realized why he wouldn’t have a problem telling the two twins apart. He was now facing the other Evans twin, and just remembered the names he had been told this morning Max and…Isabel.

*~* Chapter 5 *~*

‘It wasn’t the names that were weird, it was that it was a boys name and a girls name. Good one Alex, yeah I bet I won’t be able to tell you guys apart! I’m quick.’ Alex finally opened his eyes to see the girl who was obviously pissed that she had been called a boy. His eyes opened but his mouth opened even wider. Even pissed, there was something about her that he had never seen before; and it was intriguing. “Isabel… Hi! My name is Alex, its really nice to meet you.” ‘So he knew my name but he still thought I was a boy, maybe he is as stupid as he looks?’ Isabel reluctantly took the hand that was offered. “Hey. Well me and my brother better get going now.” With that she turned and headed towards the house, Max silently followed her, nodding in Alex’s direction before catching up with his sister. Moments later the Evans family emerged from the house, Mr. Evens was the only one who waved good bye. Isabel didn’t even look at him. Once they were out of sight Alex let out a long sigh. “That went well,” Alex muttered to himself. “Between Max being the shyest person I’ve ever met and Isabel hating me with a passion, it looks like making friends will take a little more work than I thought.”
Tonight was Michael’s first night at the Parker’s, so of course they had to have a formal diner; complete with formal conversation. Maria hated that. As much as she loved normal conversation, people were always telling her she talked too much; formal conversation was another story. She could never say the first thing that popped into her head like she normally did, she had to “make it more polite” as her mother put it. But this didn’t stop Maria tonight. Michael had changed somehow, she just knew it, and she was determined to find out how. “Michael we are so happy to have you for the summer. You are going to have so much fun what with Elizabeth and Maria right here. Plus there’s Alex and the Evans twins just moved in, so you will have plenty of friends.” Mrs. Parker was glad they had gotten Michael out here for the summer. The poor boy lived all alone with his aunt, since his parents died shortly after he was born. It would do him some good to have children around to play with. “I’m glad to be here,” Michael said trying very hard to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. ‘Great, I’m stuck here with these brats. Well they’re not both brats. Liz is real quite, which is good, maybe she’ll leave me alone. Plus, I don’t remember her being too bad last year; in fact I kind of liked her. Now Maria, she’s a brat. The first time I see her she just stares at me and makes me uncomfortable. At least she’s kept her mouth shut for dinner.’ “So Michael…” he had spoken too soon. “… your hair, is that the same way you wore it the last time you were here?” Maria asked. “Uh… yeah I guess so.” “Hum… well have you changed anything about yourself since the last time you were here? Anything at all, even if it’s really embarrassing you could tell me. I need to know.” ‘What?? Where is she going with this?’ Before Michael could answer Mr. Parker stepped in. “Maria that’s enough with making him uncomfortable. Really, I’m disappointed in you. Eat your dinner and I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless you have something nice to say, you hear me?” “Yes sir,” Maria answered quickly. ‘ Now how am I supposed to find out what’s different about him if I can’t ask him? Not talk unless I have something nice to say? How can I do that?’ Across the table the petite brunette had been thinking about how she had to miss her walk with Alex because dinner would take longer tonight. Liz was shocked out of her thoughts when her father raised his voice. An unexpected spark of intrigue was felt upon hearing her father’s last sentence. ‘Maria only speak when she was saying something nice to Michael? This should be interesting.’

*~* Chapter 6 *~*

Social events brought about mixed emotions in Liz and tonight had been no different. On one hand, she hated them. Everyone was staring at you; everything you did or said had to be perfect. Funny at the right times and serious the next minute. She would rather be with her small group of friends staring at the stars or taking a walk in the woods. But social events weren’t all bad. Liz loved to watch Maria as she interacted with everyone else in the room. While Liz was kind to everyone and tried very hard to make conversation, Maria did this with ease and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. She would talk to anyone as long as they would listen. Sometimes Liz envied her sister, and wished that she could open up more to people.
Dinner had ended a while ago, but Liz was still awake. She got out of her bed to go to the bookshelf. Whenever she couldn’t fall asleep, which was quite often, she loved to read her mother’s diary. She called Mr. and Mrs. Parker mom and dad and Maria sister, but she knew that wasn’t entirely true. While she loved them all as if they were her real family, they weren’t and she felt the need to connect with her real mother. She pulled the crimson volume from its place amongst the rest of her books. She knew the whole thing by heart, but the most exciting part was one that she had just recently translated. It turned out that not the whole Italian section of her mother’s diary was in dialect as Jessica had first thought. There was writing on the back cover, Mrs. Whitman told her it must be a fairy tale of some kind. Jessica and Liz worked together to translate it and they were almost done. All of a sudden, Liz heard footsteps out in the hall. She hurried to hide the book. Her door then opened with Mrs. Parker peeking her head in. “Liz dear, are you still awake? You really should be getting to bed, its late and you had a long day.” “Your right mom, I’ll get in bed right away.” “That’s my little girl, good-night.” “Good-night mom.” ‘Phew, that was close,’ Liz thought. No one but her and Alex’s parents knew that she had family. When Liz was old enough, Mrs. Whitman explained to her about her mother running away from her family. She had also given Liz her mother’s diary that day. Liz knew how important it was to keep this knowledge a secret. If anyone found out, the law of the land would take her away from the Parker’s and force her to leave them and go live with her real family. The thought of leaving Maria and Alex brought her to tears. She couldn’t let that happen, so she never told anyone. She kinda thought her life depended on it.
Liz laid the book on her desk. She also took out her Italian dictionary. She would finish translating the fairy tale just like Jessica had shown her, one word at a time. But tonight she would finish, for she only had 19 words left. There, on the back cover of the diary was the beautiful fairy tale she as deciphering. It was written in perfect Italian and translated in Elizabeth’s flowing handwriting it said:
All Mayfair women are given the most precious gift, starting with the first Mayfair, Vanessa. Vanessa befriended a poor old woman, when everyone else turned her away. The woman was horribly disfigured so most people couldn’t get past what she looked like on the outside, to find out what kind of person she was on the inside. But the woman’s appearance didn’t bother Vanessa. She visited the woman everyday and they both became very close. As the old woman lay on her deathbed Vanessa, of course, was at her side. It was then that the woman told Vanessa she was a powerful witch and she wanted to give Vanessa a gift. Vanessa refused at first but the old woman insisted. She gave Vanessa the only pieces of finery she owned, a gold ring and nine diamonds. She took the gifts in her hand and covered them. When they were uncovered the diamonds had joined with the ring in the shape of a V, “for Vanessa because of your good heart,” the old lady said. “But that is not all, there is a gift that comes along with this ring. Because you did not rely on your sight to judge me I will give you a new and different kind of sight.” Heed my words well, and with that the woman uttered the spell.
“Meant for this Mayfair ring, one wearer will always be born.
For not using your sight as a gift of hatred a new sight is being bestowed upon you and your descendants as this ring is worn.
My sight will show you the one, your soul mate; it will be your light in the dark. You will know him for he will bear your mark.”
After taking a deep breath she gave Vanessa her last words of advice. “You are still young and have a long journey ahead of you.”
The last sentence of her advice was in Italian, Il mio regalo contribuirà a rendere la tua vita ancor più bella che avete fatto la vita di me. ‘Just one more sentence,’ Liz thought ‘and then the entire story will be complete.’ Literally translated the sentence read, my gift will contribute to render your life even more beautiful than you made my life. Translating the entire story, Liz knew that you must change the sentence slightly for it to sound proper in English. ‘My gift will contribute to render, how about my gift will make. My gift will make your life even more beautiful than you made my life. Too many my life’s, just mine will do. Ah, perfect. My gift will make your life even more beautiful than you made mine.’ Liz’s whole face lit up; “I did it, I’m done.”

*~* Chapter 7 *~*

“Max?” “Yeah Iz?” “I was just wondering, what do you think of Alex?” “You mean the kid we just met?” “Yeah, do you like him?” Max thought a moment, he knew Isabel felt that Alex had meant to offend her. Max didn’t feel the same way, he thought it was an honest mistake. But he didn’t want his sister to think that he didn’t care about how she felt, he did very much. He would have to choose his words very wisely. “Well we did just meet him, so I obviously don’t know him very well. But he didn’t seem too bad… except for that whole twins misunderstanding. ‘That was close. Wait, Isabel never cares about anyone else (except dad and me). What’s going on here? Why would she change all of a sudden?’ “Why do you want to know Isabel?” “Oh no reason. I’m going to go into my room now. See you in the morning. Good-night, I love you.” “Good-night Iz, love you too.” With that Isabel left to go think about why exactly she wanted to know if Max approved of Alex.
‘Why do I care what Max thinks of Alex? Why can’t I stop thinking about Alex? This is scary. This has never happened to me before. What went wrong? I had my guard up just like I always do; I wasn’t nice to him or anything. In fact I was quite rude, even if he didn’t really deserve it. I wonder if he’s mad at me? No, he seems like the kind of person that wouldn’t stay mad at their friends long. Friends? When did we become friends? I have to admit though; it would be nice to a real friend for once. Not someone who listens to me just so they can say they talked to Isabel Evans. How long has it been since I’ve had an actual friend, it seems like forever.
Ever since I became Miss. To-cool-for-anyone I guess. Maybe I should give him a chance? But I always have tons of people who like me when I act the way I’ve been acting, at least they pretend to like me. How do I know I’ll even have that much if I stop acting and start just being me? I guess I don’t. I never know anything anymore.’ Isabel turned over to face the wall. She missed the times where it was just her and her brother, being themselves. Ever since mom died, Max became even more shy than he had already been and Isabel had build a wall around her, a wall that she thought was impenetrable.
Mrs. Whitman had mentioned to Mr. Evans that there were other children that lived near the Evans new house besides Alex. Maria and Liz, they were around the same age as Max and Isabel. Their father was so excited. He couldn’t stop talking about it on the way over, you would think he had just discovered life on another planet or something. The truth was, he was excited because Mr. Evans saw this as an opportunity for him to get his kids back. Max knew he and Isabel had changed since their mother had died, but who wouldn’t? He couldn’t help being as shy as he was, other people were scary. They could easily reject him and then what would he do. No, he was happier watching life rather than living, or at least he had never experienced the other way to live so this was all he knew. Either way he was comfortable with the way he acted, and he never saw anything that made him want to change that. ‘Liz and Maria. I wonder if they’re like Isabel? I hope not.’ He snickered, kidding of course. He loved his sister more than anything. Being around Isabel most of the time, he had seen plenty of girls. None of them really interested him though; they all seemed the same. There were the select few though; the ones that were different, unique. He liked watching them, but even they weren’t that great. ‘Maybe Liz and Maria will be different, maybe they will want to have fun and maybe they’ll be nice to him. All this thinking, I’m not tired anymore. Maybe Isabel is still awake? Nah, I don’t want to wake her; it’s pretty late. I’ll just take a walk like always, at least it will be new scenery this time.’

TBC Sorry this part is so short, the next part should be up either late thrurs or fri afternoon. I'm goin into the city tomorrow so I don't know if I'll have time to post a new part. We finally get to my favorite part,yay! *smile* I think you guys might have an idea whats going to happen *smile* Thank you so much for your fb, I really, really appricate it. *hug* All your questions will be answered, I promise. ttyl