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That's right! This legacy has a new home!</div>
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Some of you may be wondering why, and it all started with an email about nudity.</div>
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I fell in love with all the shininess of it.</div>
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FutureCarrie?http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093792281240235088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193408548882156252.post-8848752704433539422015-02-20T19:16:00.000+00:002015-02-20T19:16:16.301+00:00Chapter 2.44 Four Letter Word<div style="text-align: center;">
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Melody didn't mind all too much though. The house was mostly empty as her mom and Tyler had gone out, Ash was over at his girlfriend's place and Nate was out somewhere with his somewhat girlfriend, so it was only her, Belle and Juniper in the house but Juniper was asleep so it was more like just her and Belle. Melody picked up another card, about to add it to the house of cards.</div>
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"Careful, careful." Belle repeated, watching as Melody put another card on top of their little house of cards. "Seriously, if you make it fall, I'll never forgive you. That took us ages." She murmured.</div>
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"I am being careful." She mumbled, and nudged the bed all so slightly, The house of cards toppled down, and Belle was frowning at Melody who was grinning."Maybe not so careful, but you can't give me a lecture on being careful." She raised an eyebrow.</div>
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Sighing, Belle gave Melody a look. "Alright, fine. I'll forgive you just this once. Only because I know something that's going to happen tonight," She grinned.<br />
Raising both eyebrows, Melody asked. "Oh?" Her voice rose a little with the question, wanting to know what Belle knew, and hoping that she didn't know a certain something.<br />
She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Tyler's going to propose to mom tonight." And she grinned.<br />
"Really? Wait, how do you know?" She asked, interested.<br />
Belle just simply tapped the side of her nose. "Don't say I never get what I ask for."<br />
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Melody smiled slightly, and sighed. She paused before asking "Do you really have to move out? I'm going to miss you." She frowned.</div>
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She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily. "It's for the best. I'm going to be an adult soon, and with me and the baby as well staying here... It just makes more sense to move out. It's not like I'm going to another city or anything though, I'll just be somewhere else in town." She shrugged.</div>
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Melody frowned still. "I know, it's not like you'll be gone forever, but still. It'll be weird being the oldest around here."</div>
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"Technically, Ash will be the oldest. He's older than you, remember?" Belle reminded her sister, smiling slightly.</div>
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"Like I said, it'll be weird being the oldest around here." She put emphasis on 'oldest' and the two of them laughed.<br />
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"It'll be weird for everyone at first, I doubt mom's all too happy that I'm going to be an adult soon, but y'know." She gave a small shrug. She then sighed slightly. "So, wanna try rebuilding the house or are you going to tell me why you chose hanging around with me instead of going out tonight?" She raised an eyebrow.</div>
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Melody shrugged simply. "Can't we just say I'm staying here because I'm a caring sister?" At Belle's narrowed eyes, she sighed and muttered. "I was going to go out with you know who, but it turns out that he didn't think we were exclusive and Sophie asked him out for a date."</div>
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Belle frowned. "I'm sorry Mel. Guys suck, all of them. They all suck. It's better that it ended now rather than quite a while down the line, it'll hurt less." She mumbled, looking away.<br />
Melody stayed quiet for a long time, before asking. "Have you spoken to Axel recently?" She spoke quietly, almost tentatively. She knew that deep down, her sister wasn't taking the breakup well at all.<br />
Belle was still looking away, and she sighed heavily before answering with. "I was going to the other day, but then I made the mistake of going on his social media page..." She got out her phone, and showed Melody what she had found.<br />
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Melody's eyes widened, hardly believing the picture she was seeing. "That's..." She trailed off, trying to see if it was somehow fake... It certainly didn't look it.</div>
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"Olivia Mattriot. Heiress to all the hotels around the world and she lives in one of the huge mansions in Bridgeport. She's rich, beautiful, classy, smart and she's helped out with almost every charity out there." She sighed, "And she also looks like Axel's new girlfriend." She spoke quietly.<br />
"It's just one picture though." Melody added quickly, frowning. "I doubt it even means all that much, he might have kissed her by accident and accidentally taken a picture." She tried, giving Belle her phone back.<br />
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"But what do I have that she doesn't have?" Belle countered, frowning. Melody could tell that she was close to crying. "She's smarter than me, she's prettier than me, she's richer than me, she's nicer than me and she's not pregnant, or maybe she is, I don't know!" She huffed. "All I know is that out of the two of us, why would he go for me? I've kept something incredibly important from him for so long, and I wouldn't want to date someone like me." She looked down. "Why would he want to when he could have someone like her?"<br />
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At first, Alyssa was a little unsure about going out tonight. Part of her was reluctant of leaving the house because Belle but she convinced her that she would be fine. Alyssa was glad she came out now, she hadn't been on a date in so long and she loved getting dressed up and going out.<br />
"So, I think I should thank you for making me come out tonight." She grinned at Tyler. "I think I was just being a little too paranoid about something going wrong."<br />
"Well, I'm happy to make you do things your hesitant about." Joking, he grinned in return.<br />
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"You know you'd never be able to make me do something I don't want though." She grinned mischievously, her hand brushing against the table top as it went into the middle of the table.<br />
"You think I don't know that? I love you, but you can be quite stubborn sometimes." He half smiled at her, his hand going over hers.<br />
She tilted her head slightly, "I prefer determined." She decided. "Maybe strong willed, possibly stubborn if you're paying." Grinning, she looked him in the eyes. She looked up, and the smile soon dropped from her face.<br />
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Tyler made sure that the ring box was still in his pocket when he started by saying. "There was actually another-" He then stopped when he saw that she looked worried and she was distracted by something. "Is everything okay?"<br />
She cleared her throat, and mumbled. "There's a guy behind you, at about 10 o'clock. He looks a lot like someone both of us know, very well,"<br />
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Alyssa nodded. "His name's Adrian, he's my boss." She mumbled, sighing slightly while discreetly looking at him and the woman very close to him. He was one of the last people she wanted to see, ever.<br />
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Melody sighed, "Got any twos?" She mumbled, looking over the cards she had.</div>
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She narrowed her eyes. "Liar. I looked at your cards, you have like, three twos."</div>
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"You looked at my cards?" Belle frowned, "That's cheating! You're not supposed to look at my cards."</div>
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"Well, when you have to go to the bathroom about a million times, can you honestly blame me for getting bored?" She defended herself, then put down her cards. "I think we should stop playing."</div>
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Belle hummed in agreement, her eyes still narrowed at Melody. "So what else should we do?" She asked.<br />
Belle shrugged simply. "I don't know. I really don't feel like doing anything right now, Too much effort to get up, nothing's truly worth it." She murmured, and laid back on her bed.</div>
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Melody laid down too, and let out a sigh. "Can't beat them, might as well join them." She half smiled. She bit her lower lip, and mumbled, "There's something I feel as if I should tell you."</div>
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Belle sighed slightly. "I don't mind all too much if it turns out that it was you who ripped up my book when we were kids." She did mind though. She loved that book, it was her all time favourite and it was ripped to pieces. She was heartbroken over her poor book. Sure, her mom bought her a new one but it wasn't the same. She knew it was either her or Ashton and Ash never messed with any of her stuff. Melody however...</div>
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"I didn't rip up that damn book! Sheesh!" Melody huffed, then mumbled. "You know how Elvie meddles sometimes? Well-" She stopped when she noticed Belle sit up rather abruptly and she frowned. "Is everything okay?"</div>
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She sighed slightly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just got a bit of a weird feeling, I'm fine." She mumbled as an excuse, taking a few deep breaths.<br />
Her eyes widened. "You're not in labour, are you? Because you're just going to have to cross your legs or something. Seriously." She started to panic, not sure what to do. She wasn't insured on either of the cars and what if she crashed? Come to think of it, she didn't even know where the hospital was exactly. She just knew that it was near the city hall, but she didn't even know where that was! That, and they live kinda far away from there, what if they didn't make it there? This was way too stressful for her right now.<br />
Belle narrowed her eyes. "No, I'm not and cross my legs? Really? You really think that crossing my legs would solve anything?" She asked, rather dumbfounded she would suggest that.<br />
"Well, if you did that in the first place..." She started, soon trailing off.<br />
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"Ha, ha." Belle grumbled, laying back down. Part of her felt uneasy, and wished their mom was back home. She glanced across and noticed that Melody had quite a few texts on her phone. "Who's that?"</div>
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She shrugged, "Just some guy." She grinned, picking up her phone again and texting 'just some guy'.</div>
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"You know, you don't have to stay in with me. I'll be fine on my own for a while." She shrugged. "Besides, I'll have Juniper to keep me company, I might 'accidentally' wake her up if I get too lonely." She grinned.</div>
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Melody glanced from her phone and back to her sister. She hesitated, but shook her head. "I can't leave you on your own..." She mumbled, knowing that she needed to be here for at least a little while longer.</div>
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"I'll be fine. Mom and Tyler are probably going to be home soon anyway, and if I really need someone, I'll just call them and it'll be fine." She half smiled. "Go out and have fun with 'just some guy' but not too much fun. I doubt mom would want another grandchild soon." She teased lightly. </div>
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Melody half smiled, figuring the plan might work a little bit better if she weren't there. "Okay, but if you need me, I'll be back before you know it." and with that, Melody was gone and soon later, she heard the door open and close.<br />
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Alyssa was wishing that all of her exes would disappear, especially Adrian. It wasn't like she had any other specific vendetta against him (apart from the fact that when she told him about Nathaniel, he ran faster than the road runner) but tonight was a lot nicer until she saw him. "I honestly have no clue what he's doing here." She mumbled,<br />
Tyler wasn't much happier about her ex being there and ruining a moment. He looked back over at Adrian, narrowing his eyes and mumbled. "He's there with his wife. He's thinking about their anniversary."<br />
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Alyssa pursed her lips,glaring at where he was with his wife. He left her on her own to pick up the remains of her broken divorce and third pregnancy without as much as a bat of an eyelid, but he married that woman? It made her wonder what the hell he must have done to her, or perhaps if he gave her some sort of disease or something. It wouldn't surprise her if he had one (not from her and way after her of course). "He's married?" She asked rhetorically through gritted teeth. She had to physically restrain herself from running over and hurting Adrian. She knew it wasn't all of his fault, and things worked out better having broken up with Damon, but she could have done with a at least a little bit of emotional support from him. At least Tyler was there for her, she was more than thankful for him being there for her and doing the job that asshole had been neglecting. She counted to ten in her head, before mumbling "Can you work out how long for?" She asked.</div>
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"If either of them are thinking about it, then yeah, I can." He mumbled. His eyes widened when he learned how long. He looked back at Alyssa "You know, I don't think it matters all too much about how long they've been married for." He shrugged it off.</div>
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She narrowed her eyes. "How long? Just answer me. I don't care that much." She grumbled, and sighed.</div>
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Hesitating before, he explained. "Well, let's just say you weren't the only one who cheated but you were the only one who was honest about it."<br />
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Her eyes widened, not sure what to say. He was married when they went to Bridgeport? That means that she was his mistress and not that only he was her paramour. They were both cheating, but she was the only one who admitted to it (partially because she had to.) Was this why he never saw Nathaniel? Or perhaps it was because he never did want kids. Either way, his wife certainly didn't know about Nate. She honestly felt like causing a scene, but she knew that it was neither the time nor place. Too busy wrapped in her own Adrian-hurting thoughts, she didn't notice that he wasn't actually there anymore.<br />
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"Lyss?" Tyler got her attention back, and she noticed that Adrian and his wife had left.<br />
"Sorry, I just got a little distracted." She mumbled, really not expecting to see him there. She couldn't help but think about their fleeting relationship. He never once mentioned a wife, nor did he ever wear a ring. She also couldn't help but think of the little things, like how he always used her full name whenever talking to her and he had such a smarmy way. Was he like that with his wife? She couldn't help but wonder.<br />
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Her eyes widened when she heard that voice, and she stood up and went over to the window (thankful that the crib could just be rolled to the side a little). Of course she knew who's voice it was, but it couldn't be. Or could it? Darkness took over the minimal chance she had of seeing who it was, and confirming her suspicions. It sounded like it was coming from the back porch however.<br />
"<i>Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions</i><br />
<i>Oh, let's go back to the start</i><br />
<i>Running in circles, coming up tails</i><br />
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As she went out on to the landing, Belle figured that it wasn't just in her head because it faded when she got further away from where it was. Unless if her mind could somehow make music fade out accordingly?<br />
"<i>Nobody said it was easy</i><br />
<i>It's such a shame for us to part</i><br />
<i>Nobody said it was easy</i><br />
<i>No one ever said it would be this hard</i><br />
<i>Oh, take me back to the start</i>"<br />
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"<i>Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me</i></div>
<i>Oh, and I rush to the start</i><br />
<i>Running in circles, chasing our tails</i><br />
<i>Coming back as we are"</i><br />
Belle smiled widely when she saw who it was, but she couldn't help but wonder why he was here. He was supposed to be over in Bridgeport, not on her porch.<br />
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She opened the back door, worried. She never told him about the baby and figured he was going to be angry with her. Not just a little angry, but really angry. It was understandable, of course, she kept something from him.</div>
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<i>Oh, it's such a shame for us to part</i><br />
<i>Nobody said it was easy</i><br />
<i>No one ever said it would be so hard</i><br />
<i>I'm going back to the start</i>" and then he put his guitar down.<br />
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"Your cousin kind of told me already," He half smiled, taking a few steps towards her. "She called me and yelled at me and called me an asshole for what I did to you. I didn't know what she meant and then she explained what she meant and I came back home." He looked down and then back up at her. "I still don't get why you didn't just tell me in the first place." He frowned</div>
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She pulled a face, not all too sure what exactly to say. She was panicking a lot the day she found out, and made up the excuse to break up in haste. Thinking back on it now, she honestly had no clue. "Hormones?" She tried, smiling sheepishly. She sighed. "I'm sorry, I was really scared and I was worried about how you would react and I knew how much you wanted to go to Bridgeport and how hard you've worked to go there and I didn't want to mess it all up." She frowned.</div>
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He frowned, his hand brushing over her cheek. "You'd never mess anything up for me, you should know that." And he kissed her on her forehead.<br />
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She was going to say something, but she paused when she felt something drip down on to her foot. She frowned, looking up at the ceiling, which was Juniper's room floor. "That's odd." She mumbled, she didn't think that there were all too many pipes underneath Juniper's room. She shook her head slightly, looking back at him. "I do know that, I was just worried." She frowned, looking up at him. She then gave him a small smile. "I'm happy you're back though."<br />
"I'm happy too, I'm happy that I can see you again." He smiled at her. "So, what do you think about us getting back together?" He asked, and got rather nervous when she stayed quiet for a while and was looking down. "Belle?" He frowned.<br />
She looked up at him, rather panicked. "Right now, I think we need to go to the hospital."<br />
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Despite the mishap with seeing Adrian, it was still a nice night. She was still none the wiser about the ulterior motive behind that night and still just thought it was just an ordinary date. "You know, at first I thought this date had some sort of hidden purpose behind it." She grinned, "The kids were acting a little suspicious..." She mentioned, raising an eyebrow.</div>
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Frowning when her phone started buzzing, she checked it after ignoring the first few vibrations. Her eyes widened when she read some of the texts. "Belle's gone to the hospital. I got a text from her and a few from Ashton. He and Faye are at the house, apparently Melody's gone out." She told him, rather worried about Belle.</div>
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Alyssa bit her lower lip, checking her phone once more before putting it away. "Apparently her boyfriend drove her there." </div>
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Meanwhile at the house, Ashton and Faye were downstairs in the main room. She's noticed that he's been rather quiet since they came back to his place.<br />
"You're worried about your sister, aren't you?" She frowned. "She's going to be fine."<br />
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He sighed slightly, looking at her. "I know, I just can't help but be a little worried. I mean, when Juniper was born I remember that my mom really died." He frowned.</div>
"But that was technically my mom's fault." Faye mumbled, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sure she'll be fine. Thousands of babies are born everyday." She smiled more at him this time before adding. "Besides, what are you going to be like when we have our own?" She asked.<br />
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"Our own?" Ashton asked, rather muddled. He knew he wasn't the best at biology, but he was certain that you needed to have sex before you could have kids.</div>
"In the future, of course." She clarified, half smiling. "Not now, trust me. I want to be married first." She grinned<br />
"Do you really think about our future that much?" He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.<br />
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She looked up at him, turning so she could rest her legs over the arm rest. "I think about it sometimes, I've been thinking about the future and things a lot more recently though, ever since we started dating and when my mom died." She smiled at him. She never told him, but she never really knew anything outside of the fairy world. She liked the normal world with proms and other fun things like that.</div>
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"So, what specifically do you think about? What are our lives like in your version of our future?" He asked, curious about what she imagines for the two of them.</div>
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"Well, we'll be married when we're rather young, a while into our adult stage. We're going to have all our children in wedlock though." She made that clear, and then continued with. "I think we'd have a big family, I think you'd kinda want a big family anyway. You're used to being in one and I hated being an only child. Our eldest would be a boy and he'd be a lot like you. Then, we'd have twin girls, and they're the best of friends. They both have pretty flower names too. Our youngest would be a boy too, and he'd be our special little guy that we spoil rotten." She grinned. "Two of them would be werewolves like you, and the other two would be fairies. I've not yet made up my mind on who would be what, but we'll let them decide that." She shrugged.</div>
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He grinned at her. "That sounds adorable. I'd love to have that future with you." And he kissed her.</div>
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"I prefer being on the other side of this situation." Alyssa mumbled, looking down. "I feel useless on this side. Belle's in pain and there's nothing I can do about it. At least on the other side, I'm not worrying about anyone all too much." She sighed, wishing there was something she could do besides worry and get herself coffee.</div>
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"This side isn't fun at all. I don't think any side is all too fun at this point." His hands went on to her upper arms, "But it'll be over soon enough, and it always ends well." He half smiled, hoping to make her worry a little less.</div>
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"At least on that side you get gas and drugs to take the pain away, on this side, all you get is kinda crappy coffee and vending machine snacks." She crinkled her nose slightly. She let out a sigh. "I guess it's just kinda weird. I remember first bringing Belle home and she was the most precious and smallest baby ever, I didn't want to put her down. Now, she's having her own precious and small babies and it's not fair." She frowned. "I remember when I first held her, and I said something and she knew my voice was mine." She smiled at the memory and mumbled. "I really hope she's okay."<br />
"She'll be fine. She's a tough girl, like how her mom is." He gave her a small smile and she smiled back in return.<br />
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She simply grinned at him. "You might be the mind reader, but I know you. I know you set up the date tonight because you were going to propose, and the kids acting suspicious earlier kinda clued me on to it. Belle was determined that I go out tonight and Juniper asked me earlier today if she could see my ring." She raised an eyebrow. "When I told her I didn't have one, she looked like she had just told me something that she shouldn't have." She proved her point, grinning. "I'm taking you were going to ask before I saw Adrian?" She asked.<br />
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He took her hand as he went down on one knee. "I know, you'd never let me get away without being on one knee."<br />
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"Well, when I thought about how I would propose, I didn't really think it would be in a hospital cafeteria, but I suppose life has a tendency of throwing us curve ball after curve ball, but we always turn out stronger and closer throughout everything. When we first met, I knew there was something special about you, and I thought you would never go for someone like me, until I heard you mutter to your friend that you thought I was cute, since then we've been through our fair share of drama with deaths, infidelity, crazy exes and even a whole fairy army against us, but through everything you always manage to hold your head up high and move on from it. You're one of the bravest and most caring people I know, and I can't imagine ever being without you by my side again. Alyssa Matthews, will you marry me?"</div>
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She smiled widely, and got down on the floor so she could hug him tightly. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you."</div>
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"I still think Ben's quite a nice name for him. We could call him Benny or Benji or something as a cute name, but he'd still have a long name if he's ever in trouble for some reason." Belle's voice was a whisper as she held her newborn close.</div>
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"Not if he doesn't want to be though. He might not like music like you and I do. He might be smart like how my mom is." She pointed out, smiling slightly.</div>
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"Whatever he turns out to be, we'll both love him more than anything." She smiled softly. She then grinned and rested her head on him. "I've got my two guys, I'm happy." She laughed a little. </div>
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"And neither of us are going to be going anywhere any time soon." He promised her, kissing her softly.<br />
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Her eyes widened, "Oh my God! I'm so, so, sorry Miss. I didn't mean to knock you down." She helped the woman up, and the woman brushed back her plum coloured fringe before looking Melody up and down.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I've had a lot of happiness this chapter. We've had an engagement and a baby being born. That's a lot of happiness for one itsy bitsy chapter. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted this chapter to be out for Valentines day, but that didn't really happen so... Yeah. Ah well. It doesn't bother me all too much about when it comes out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, the song Axel was playing/singing was <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB-RcX5DS5A">Coldplay-The Scientist</a> I was uming and ahing about which song to make him sing, I think Coldplay was needed there, haha.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is Adrian's actual wife in those pictures. He's been married to her before Nate was born so y'know, there's a slice of truth for ya. He has a couple of kids with his wife, I was tempted to add them in and make it a family thing but that would have been too mean to Lyss.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His wife is very pretty though. It's a remake of <a href="http://sims.wikia.com/wiki/Susie_Sackholme">this sim</a>. I gave her normal skin and dyed and styled her hair.</span></div>
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She didn't leave her room all too much, which was worrying. She didn't leave the house all too much either, which Alyssa didn't like. Things were changing for Belle; Alyssa knew that but it was as if her daughter wasn't herself anymore. There were quite a few things from downstairs in her room, mostly all the books from the bookcases and Alyssa's mom's old guitar.<br />
"You know, you are allowed downstairs. You don't have to resort to hoarding all the things you like up here. No one's going to take them." She made a light joke out of it but she was worried about Belle.<br />
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"I know, I just prefer it up here." She mumbled, looking up at the ceiling. "And nothing up here is hoarded. I'm merely just keeping them up here so I don't have to go downstairs and put them back and then go back down to get them again, It's futile putting them back, so I just keep them in here."</div>
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Sighing, Alyssa responded. "That's pretty much hoarding them Belle." Shaking her head, she continued with. "I'm going out to see your aunts today, I think your cousins might be there, I'm not sure. Either way, it would be nice if you wanted to tag along." She smiled, hoping Belle would take the offer.</div>
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"I'm alright. I kinda just want to stay here." She shrugged slightly. "But could you get me a brownie or a muffin or something? Please?" She grinned.</div>
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"I'll get you both." She smiled slightly, then asked. "Are you sure you don't want to come along too? Your aunt Sabrina spoke to your uncle Connor about you joining the police force, she could always help you and tell you what you need to know to pass the tests." She offered. She knew Belle wanted to be a detective when she was an adult.</div>
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"I kinda just want a little time alone, Mom." Belle frowned, sitting up and looking at Alyssa. "Besides, I'd feel like a little of an anomaly. The three of you are all adults and I'm still a teenager, and most teenagers are at school." She sighed.</div>
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Alyssa hesitated before nodding. "Alright. I'll bring you home a brownie or a muffin. Maybe both." She half smiled, taking a moment before leaving.<br />
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"And that's basically what happened." Alyssa frowned, looking straight ahead while she spoke. "She's starting to worry me. I know she knows people might be rather judgmental about her condition, but she's not even leaving her room. It's not like I'm keeping her in or anything, she just keeps turning down any offer I have to get her out of the house."</div>
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Rosie frowned. "It might just be because she broke up with her boyfriend. Elvie was telling me that Belle and her boyfriend were 'literally the cutest couple since like, forever'." She shook her head slightly, quoting what her daughter said. "Apparently, he also gave her a promise ring similar to my engagement ring," She mentioned.</div>
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"Still only an engagement ring though?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow at Rosie.</div>
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"Still only an engagement ring. I don't want to get married. I've spent most of my life engaged anyway. I wouldn't really want a wedding or anything."</div>
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"That was the same with me and Connor. We got married pretty much as soon as we were adults. We just signed the papers at city hall, nothing big. We felt kinda pressed for time." There was a small blush on her cheeks as she mentioned it. Rosie noticed that.</div>
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"You were pregnant with your eldest soon after you became an adult... It was a shotgun marriage, wasn't it?" Rosie asked, teasing lightly. </div>
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"Well, at least we got married so our children weren't out of wedlock." She grumbled, inspecting her nails.</div>
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"Well, out of the three of us, you're the odd one out." She smiled slightly, and frowned as she looked at Alyssa. "Something wrong Lyss? You're pursing your lips."</div>
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"Why don't you want to get married?" Alyssa asked, frowning."Isn't that the main reason you get engaged? To get married?"</div>
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Sighing, Rosie just shrugged simply. "Because I'm closer to being an elder than an adult, and it just doesn't interest me anymore."</div>
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"Sure, when me and Liam first moved in together, we were thinking about getting married and almost got as far as starting to plan for it and finding a dress and all that, but soon enough Elvie came along so..." Shrugging, Rosie tilted her head slightly. "We just decided to put it off and we've kind of just forgot about it now."</div>
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Rosie hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, I did. It was gorgeous, but expensive, it was a designer dress. It was fitted and silky but it had lace on it still... It was either a wedding or having a family and I chose having a family." She shrugged slightly.</div>
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Rosie narrowed her eyes at her younger sister. "And just what are you planning?"</div>
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Still grinning, Alyssa just simply shrugged. "You'll see."<br />
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"I still don't get why we're doing this." Quietly, Rosie grumbled as they entered the store. "Why can't Sabrina do it instead?"</div>
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"Exactly, and besides, I think I have it worse off." Showing off her left hand, Alyssa raised an eyebrow at Rosie. She forgot what it felt like to have a ring on, and that ring was very heavy. Pretty and expensive, but heavy. "Now smile and follow my lead."</div>
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"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I called you about ten minutes ago about a last minute appointment." She smiled in return. "My boyfriend, well, fiance now, recently proposed and I want to try on dresses." She grinned, showing off the ring<br />
Pulling a face, the shop assistant replied. "You know, we only allow one guest, right? It's how we can see to so many people at one time."<br />
"Oh, I know. See, both me and my sister here want to try on dresses today." Alyssa gestured to Rosie, who gave a rather awkward half smile. "She got engaged a while ago, she just forgot about the wedding part of the engagement,"<br />
"Whoops." Rosie added, grinning.<br />
"And we've brought along our sister-in-law as a guest." Alyssa explained, smiling still.<br />
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The shop assistant narrowed her eyes, finding the story a little peculiar, but she nodded anyway. "Right, well, you have time to look around the floor for up to thirty minutes, and then when you've found a few dresses, go into room two and try them on." She smiled. "If you need me at any point, I'll be here."<br />
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"So, that's the dress?" Sabrina asked, smiling. "I think it really suits you. Would you ever consider having a big wedding?" </div>
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Hesitating prior, Rosie shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm close to being an elder and my eldest daughter is an adult." She sighed. </div>
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Rosie shook her head once again. "Still, I don't think a wedding's really for me. It more seems like something you would want. Big fancy wedding in some fancy and old church."</div>
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Alyssa sighed, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "But I'm not engaged, remember? This is my old ring," And she took it off. She didn't like wearing it, but she knew this place was iffy about how many people to a room. She figured it would be easier to just slip on her old ring for a little while.</div>
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"I'm surprised he let you keep the ring." Sabrina mumbled, quietly. "Can I have a look at it?" She asked, and Alyssa handed over her old ring.</div>
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"White gold band with a princess cut pink diamond. It's incredibly expensive. Probably more than a lot of the dresses in here. Part of me considered selling it or melting it down into earrings or something, but I never really got around to it." Alyssa explained while Sabrina looked at the ring. She handed her the ring back.</div>
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"You know, it doesn't hurt to imagine." Rosie grinned, and then went into the dressing room to put on her normal clothes again.</div>
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Alyssa shook her hair. "The last time I tried on a wedding dress, I freaked out and choked. Literally." She sighed and stopped herself from saying that was when she then found condolence in another man's arms. "It might have just been cold feet or it might have been the sales assistant talking about being independent and how as long as I loved him it would be fine and I started to doubt if I actually did love him..." Trailing off, she sighed. </div>
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"Yeah, but it's different this time. This time, you're not engaged and it's just for fun." Sabrina grinned. "Besides, the sales woman might get a little bit suspicious."</div>
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"So, are you going to try it on? I never got to see the other dress you liked when you were engaged before, I think you owe me a wedding dress trying on session." Rosie grinned.</div>
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In the dressing room, Alyssa couldn't help but look over the dress she picked out. She picked it out on a whim, finding the first dress her size and picking it up. It looked somewhat similar to her other one, the same kind of shape, however it didn't have any of the lace or a high neck like the first one did. </div>
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She got worried however when she left the changing room and both Rosie and Sabrina were just staring at her with wide eyes. and Rosie was grinning more than what she had seen all day. She started to get worried, wondering if she had gotten makeup on it or something. "Is it alright? I didn't stain it or anything, did I?" She looked down at the dress, and took a few steps to look in the mirror.</div>
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"Just do it, or I'll cast a spell to temporarily blind you." She threatened lightly, and grinned when Alyssa closed her eyes. She then mumbled something to Sabrina which Alyssa couldn't hear, and then there was the sound of the door opening and closing.</div>
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Rosie slowly guided her over to the mirror, keeping her hand over Alyssa's eyes, just in case. "No peeking, okay?"</div>
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"Seriously, what are you doing? I'm not even going to be keeping this dress." Alyssa sighed, and if her eyes were open, she would have rolled them at her sister.</div>
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She felt Sabrina place two things on top of her head, and she could tell that Rosie was grinning as she said. "Wait and see..." and she felt what was put on her head get moved around slightly. "You can open your eyes now," As soon as Rosie said that, Alyssa opened her eyes. She didn't see what the big deal was, until she saw herself in the mirror.</div>
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The dress looked really pretty, much prettier than the one over in Bridgeport. She turned a little, trying to see what the dress looked like from all angles.</div>
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"You look like a princess." Sabrina grinned at Alyssa through the mirror.</div>
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"But I'm not engaged. I can't go buying a wedding dress when there's no wedding." She sighed. "But I don't know how much longer this dress is going to be here for... Most dresses here are gone within the week." She mumbled, frowning. She really did like this dress, but she wasn't engaged, but the dress. Oh, the dress! It was perfect and it would probably be gone by the time she got engaged. But she couldn't buy a wedding dress when she wasn't engaged.<br />
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Belle had gotten used to her afternoon naps. She had herself a routine of doing bits and pieces of remaining school work from home in the morning and read a little, and at about one she would nap for an hour or two. She wasn't all too happy when her mom woke her up however.</div>
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"I did a bad thing." Alyssa confessed, walking straight into Belle's room. Right now, the rest of the kids were at school and Tyler was busy, so she felt safe to talk to Belle.</div>
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"What did you do?" After rubbing her eyes, Belle looked up at her mom. </div>
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She tried to say it, but just sighed. "I bought something I shouldn't have." She frowned, and went into her room with Belle following her.</div>
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Belle pursed her lips, confused. "You bought a wedding dress." and she looked up at her mom. "I thought you were going out for coffee," She couldn't help but laugh a little. </div>
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"I still got you a brownie, don't worry, it's downstairs. I would get it after we spoke if I were you, otherwise one of your brothers or sisters might take it when they get home." She mumbled, closing her wardrobe and avoiding the topic of the dress.</div>
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"Why did you buy a wedding dress?" Belle asked, looking up at her mom. Her eyes then widened. "Are you and Tyler getting married? When did he propose? Wait, why aren't you wearing your ring?" She frowned. </div>
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Alyssa sighed, and shook her head. "We're not getting married, and it's a long story. You know how your Aunt Rosie has been engaged for a long time, well I convinced her to rethink maybe getting married and we went to a discount bridal store where they hold a lot of kinda old designer wedding dresses, I pretended like I was engaged so the three of us, me, Rosie and Sabrina, could go inside the same room, and I picked out a dress and it was perfect and I bought it and it's here." She explained frowning, </div>
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"Do you want to get married?" Belle asked, curious. She knew her mom was going to marry Damon, before it all went south between the two of them. </div>
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Belle nodded, "It did look really pretty." Belle took a step back, getting an idea. "I'm going to go downstairs and get the brownie you got for me, before they get home and someone takes it." She smiled, and went downstairs.<br />
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Unknown to Alyssa, Belle didn't only go downstairs to get the brownie, she had something else she felt like she needed to sort out. </div>
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She knocked on the study door before walking in. She knew he didn't really appreciate being disturbed while he was working. She could understand why, but she felt as if she needed to talk to him without her mom knowing. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something." She smiled slightly, and glanced at what he was writing on the board. She had no clue what it was, way too complicated for her.</div>
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"Sure." He smiled at her, placing the pen down and walking away from the whiteboard. "What is it that you want to talk about?" He asked. he figured he could probably do with a break.</div>
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"I was wondering about when you're going to propose to mom." She said outright, and noticed that she caught him off guard.</div>
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"Propose? You mean marrying her?" He asked, and she nodded in return. He sighed slightly. "I wasn't so sure if she wanted to get married, I knew things ended roughly between her and her ex-fiance and that kind of turned her off the idea of getting married."</div>
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"Yeah, but you and mom together are different. I don't think mom ever liked Damon all too much." She mumbled. She could remember a little about him, but mostly only her mom and him arguing over anything and everything. "And I doubt you and her are ever going to break up, so..." She shrugged.</div>
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He nodded, and hesitated slightly before asking. "Has she mentioned anything about getting married to you?" He wondered where she got this idea from, and figured that Alyssa might have mentioned something or done something. </div>
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Shaking her head and telling a little white lie, she said. "Not a lot, I was just curious myself." She smiled innocently. "I think she'd want to get married."</div>
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"I was thinking about asking her a while ago after Juniper was born, but it didn't seem like the right time, and then the havoc with the fairy happened." He sighed. "It's just never been the right time."<br />
"But now could be." She countered, smiling. "And if for some reason, you're apprehensive about how me, Mel, Ash or Nate might react, well, Nate doesn't really know anyone else, I doubt Mel or Ash really remember their dad and I'm the one suggesting it to you." She smiled.<br />
He looked Belle up and down, partly wondering where she got the idea from. "I'll think about it." He half smiled.<br />
She smiled. "Good, and I'll let you get back to your... Whatever it is on the whiteboard." She gave it another look, having no clue what on earth any of it meant.<br />
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Belle left the study, and went over to where her mom had left the brownie she had bought for her from the coffee shop, and she couldn't help but grin to herself.</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I couldn't come up with a name for this chapter, so I figured to call it what it is because of my chapter forever ago called "Something Special" (the one where Alyssa freaked out in a bridal store) and it's kinda been reprise-d so, yeah. It was about wedding dresses again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rosie's aging is all messed up. She's been stuck in YA stage, technically now Alyssa is older than her (despite Rosie being a teenager when Alyssa was born). I know where she should be in her age, so when she should be an elder (soon) I'll put her up into that age stage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, rather off topic, I went to a big girl party (like, clubbing party but minus alcohol and drugs and stuff (at least that was intention)) and it kinda opened my eyes over how many people smoke and take drugs and drink vodka. Obviously, I knew some people but this guy I knew when I was 10 who used to love Glee apparently smokes (both cigarettes and weed) and I honestly don't like it.</span><br />
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This was a different occasion though. She was panicking and she needed someone to talk to that wasn't directly related to her but someone who she could trust. She texted her cousin Elvie a couple of minutes ago to come to the toilets, and she was just waiting now until her cousin got there. Belle had her eyes closed, and was resting her head against the cubicle wall. She could hear when her cousin came in though.</div>
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"Why are you sat on the floor? The toilets are disgusting." Grumbling, Elvie looking around the toilets and then finally looking at Belle. Raising an eyebrow, she asked "Are you alright? You honestly look terrible." She frowned, dusting off the floor slightly before sitting down opposite. She made a face, but sat down anyway. 'Luckily', Elvie had inherited Rosie's 'speak what she's thinking' characteristic. </div>
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"I'm on the floor because if I stand up, I'll probably faint." Belle murmured, barely opening her eyes. She felt awful. Feeling as if she hadn't slept; she was that tired. Also, she had just finished throwing up for what felt like the billionth time that morning. "And gee, thanks. You always know what to say to make me feel better." She grumbled sarcastically at the looking terrible comment,</div>
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Frowning, Elvie sighed. "Seriously, what's going on? And why aren't you wearing that ring that Axel got you?" She asked, starting to get worried.<br />
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She recalled that Belle had thrown a fit in gym class previously when they asked her to take it off, claiming that the whole school was just simply a dictatorship. Also, insulting the gym staff that they were stupid if they really thought that simple ring would really get in the way or be a safety hazard. She almost got suspended for being rude to the staff, but she was told that if she apologized and stayed after school one day in detention, she could wear it if she really had to and if it would save further disagreement.<br />
But now she wasn't wearing it, which worried Elvie. Had the two of them broken up? Surely that couldn't be it. Perhaps Belle just misplaced the ring or something. "Did you guys break up?" She asked, quietly.</div>
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"It's kind of a long story." Explaining and yawning at the same time, Belle knew she really wanted to go back home, crawl into bed and just try to sleep away everything that's happened recently. She frowned deeply before mumbling. "Can you keep a secret? You can't tell anyone, at least not now." Worry and nervousness were evident on her features</div>
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Looking her cousin up and down, Elvie noticed that Belle's hands were shaking, and she looked as if she was going to start crying at any given moment. "I promise, I won't tell anyone. What's going on? You're kinda starting to freak me out."</div>
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Belle frowned, taking a moment before saying. "There's a chance that I might be..." Trailing off, she was trying to avoid saying the final word. It would all seem so much more real if she said the word aloud. Secretly, she just hoped that all of this was some horrific and vivid nightmare and she would just wake up being perfectly fine with no sickness nor tired feeling nor her dress feeling suspiciously tight around her chest.</div>
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"A chance you might be what?" Elvie asked, looking at Belle. She was getting really worried about her cousin. If something was wrong, Belle would usually just say so, but she was acting really secretive and nervous.</div>
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Belle stayed quiet for a long time before mumbling. "Pregnant. There's a chance I might be pregnant." She sniffled, trying to keep any tears back and wiping away those that have escaped. She didn't want this, at all. It was the worst timing in the world and she was still a teenager. She should have just waited instead of rushing into having sex. Nothing bad would have happened if she just decided to wait. She could have just waited until she was an adult and was more responsible, but she didn't and now she was regretting it.</div>
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Elvie's eyes widened, and she whispered. "Are you serious? What do you mean there's a chance?" She asked, very quietly. She knew that Belle probably didn't want anyone to hear, and freaking out loudly (despite wanting to) wasn't the best thing.</div>
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"I found a test in the cupboard under the sink in the upstairs bathroom, but I think I peed on it wrong. Nothing came up. Nothing at all. no plus or minus sign, it was just blank." She frowned, confused. "I think I'm going to try and get another one soon, I don't know when though." She explained, wiping her eyes. She didn't want to go back into lesson and be crying. That would just cause even more rumors about her following the ones that are going to be arising soon.<br />
"Have you told Axel?" Elvie asked, still rather in shock. She knew that Belle could be a bit of a prude and was without a doubt the last person she would think would be in this type of situation.<br />
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"We broke up." She mumbled, starting to cry more. She tried to blink her tears back, but no use, Using her hand to wipe away the tears she realized she was sick of crying.</div>
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Elvie glared, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. "Are you kidding me? He dumped you because you're kno-" She cut herself off, noticing Belle's look. "Never mind." She huffed. "I won't go hunting him down now, but if I see him, I swear to God, I'm going to murder him." She growled.</div>
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"I broke up with him." She clarified. "I didn't tell him because I knew he would then drop out of his scholarship because of me. I just said it was because of the distance and I didn't want to go through any of that."<br />
Confused, Elvie asked "Why would that be a problem if he dropped out?" She asked.<br />
Belle frowned, and started to explain"Because if he doesn't go now, he never will go, and then he'll never get to even try with his music career and add that on top of the stress of having a you know what on top of that..." She sighed, and shook her head.<br />
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"I don't want him to give up on any possible chance of what he wants to do because of me because then he'll resent me for what I've done and then we'll end up arguing because of this resentment and then I'll start resenting him for... I don't know, something. And then the next thing you know, we'll end up breaking up over dirty dishes or something and then there's a baby stuck in the middle of all of it and we'd end up fighting over custody and then the baby would end up hating both of us and it'll end up smoking and drinking and taking drugs and something equally as bad. Then I'd be classed as a bad mother and I'd have it taken off me by social services and it would go into care and love it's adopted parents more because it's adopted parents were together and didn't argue all the time and the next thing you know I'm just that crazy lady who treats her cats like her own children because she wasn't a fit enough mother because she got herself knocked up as a teenager and lost her only chance of finding love so she sets up romantic dinners with her cats." Sobbing, she explained her rather long-winded prediction. She knew it was rather far fetched, but she didn't want anything like that to ever happen, ever.<br />
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"Right..." Moving over to comfort Belle, Elvie frowned. That got really heavy really quickly. "But, what if it's just a false alarm? Like you said yourself, you don't know for sure, so there's no need to get upset and you can go and tell Axel that you didn't mean what you said and that you were just worried for no reason." She half smiled, trying to be supportive.<br />
Managing to stop crying, Belle looked at the floor, frowning and sniffling. "I don't think it is a false alarm." Mumbling, she continued with "I have a feeling that it's not." And she wiped her eyes. She then started to recall something Juniper asked when she was little.<br />
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"Where did I hide who?" Belle recalled asking, her sister was acting weird and she could tell that she had seen something. Juniper was still young then and probably didn't know the difference between what she sees and what's real.<br />
"The baby, silly. I saw you cuddling a baby, where did you put it?" Juniper was adamant about it, which just confused Belle. Perhaps the vision was of her being a lot older? She knew Juniper knew that babies didn't just come out of no where, but she knew she shouldn't be the one telling her toddler sister about how babies were made.<br />
"Junie, you're the only baby in this house. There's no other baby." Belle remembered she tried to tell Juniper that she wasn't hiding a baby in her room. She recalled not exactly wanting to mention the 'b' word because her boyfriend was over and she knew it would be very difficult to explain why her sister was talking about babies.<br />
"But I saw you cuddling him!" And Juniper got into a huff.<br />
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Belle felt cold thinking about it now. If she had only just thought about it before having sex, let alone having it without protection. She hated herself for making such a stupid, stupid mistake and possibly ruining the rest of her life. She didn't quite hear what her cousin said, so she asked. "What?"</div>
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"I asked, what are you going to do?" Elvie frowned. Despite it being a selfish thought, she was relieved the roles weren't reversed. She knew her mom would go nuts if she ever came home pregnant. Then again, her aunt Alyssa was a little nicer than her mom.</div>
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"Right now, I think I'm just going to try and go home." She mumbled, standing up against the wall of the cubicle. She honestly had no clue what else to do. Actually, she did know what she wanted to do. She wanted to slap her past self for being so stupid but without a time machine, she couldn't exactly do that.</div>
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"Do you want me to go down to reception with you?" Elvie frowned, standing up too. She really wanted to be there for her best friend. She didn't have first hand knowledge of what she was going through, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be supportive still.</div>
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Belle shook her head. "I just want a little alone time." She mumbled quietly, looking at the floor. She was about to start crying again and she really didn't want to cry yet again.</div>
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"Look, whatever happens, I'll always be here. If your mom goes nuts over it, you can stay with me." It was Elvie's adult birthday that day, she had a house picked out just outside of Dragon Valley and she had seemingly everything planned out, unlike Belle. Belle had a few ideas of what she wanted to do, but now all of her ideas and plans were spiraling out of control just because of one little mistake that could have easily been prevented.<br />
Telling her family hadn't yet crossed her mind and she just felt another worry pile on top of her ever-growing list. "Thanks." She gave her cousin a hug before walking out of the toilets.<br />
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Belle had decided to call Tyler and ask him to pick her up from school. She called him instead of her mom because she knew her mom was busy at work (that and the colour of her mom's car was bright pink. Bright freaking pink)<br />
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"Nothing bad, and yeah." She answered bleakly. "I just feel a little under the weather." With that brief explanation, she went quiet again and looked out the window. Everything looked so much darker in winter, she couldn't help but think it may have been pathetic fallacy in comparison to how she was feeling.<br />
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When she got home, Belle went straight up to her room. She took off her dress and put her pajamas on. Her dress was a bit more snug than what it used to be, which obviously had her worried that the worst outcome did occur. Laying down on her bed, she started to think about what on earth she would do. How angry would her mom be with her? She didn't even want to think about it, she knew she had to, but she really just wanted to put it off as long as possible.</div>
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However, Alyssa had her own suspicions about Belle. She knew something was wrong with her daughter and there were enough tell tale signs. Like, the way Belle reacted to her breakfast this morning. Alyssa had a little extra time this morning and had enough time to make pancakes for the family, which was Belle's favourite, but almost as soon as she came downstairs, she tried to hide the fact she was gagging and went straight back upstairs and the shower was turned on, obviously to hide the fact that she was throwing up. Add that to the fact that Alyssa noticed that the spare pregnancy test in the bathroom cupboard was gone... She had been through the symptoms enough first handed to notice them on someone else.<br />
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Almost as soon as she came home from work, she went straight upstairs and she knocked on Belle's bedroom door before walking in. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were sleeping. Tyler told me that you came home early from school today?" She started, frowning.</div>
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"It's alright." Mumbling, Belle sat up in bed. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling all too well so I came home." She shrugged.</div>
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"Were you feeling sick again?" She asked. "I heard you were sick this morning." Alyssa raised an eyebrow.</div>
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"Yeah, I was kinda sick at school. It might be something I ate there or something." Feeling uncomfortable at the amount of questions her mom was asking, Belle couldn't help but wonder: did she know?</div>
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"Something you ate?" Alyssa raised her eyebrows and then shook her head. "You know, I noticed the spare pregnancy test in the bathroom isn't there anymore and that the box was in the bin. I know it wasn't me, and I'm pretty sure Juniper doesn't need it, and you've been feeling sick lately and have been sleeping a lot." Arms folded, she pointed out what she had noticed. Sighing, she sat down next to Belle on her bed. "So, when were you going to tell me?"<br />
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"When I knew for sure. I think I broke the test." Belle's attention was held by the floor, and the little, odd stain on her carpet. "Nothing came up on the thing." She tried not to start crying again. "It was totally blank."</div>
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Melody was realising that having two teenage brothers, and a little sister who doesn't really watch TV wasn't working out for her. She wanted to watch her soap operas, but the boys and Juniper decided that playing video games was better.</div>
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"How the hell are you so good at this?" Nate grumbled. Currently, he was losing, Not just to Ash, he wouldn't be as in a mood if it was just to Ash, but he was losing to his little sister as well. How humiliating; losing to his little sister who hardly knew what she was doing. </div>
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"You're all idiots." Grumbling, Melody rolled her eyes. "What fun can you get from a stupid game with no purpose or meaning?" She continued grumbling about the game and it's stupidity.</div>
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"Whatever, just because you suck at it." Nate grinned over at Melody, who just rolled her eyes.<br />
"Yeah, even Belle's better than you." A small scoff and smirk from Ashton were directed at Melody.<br />
"You know what, the two of you are just assholes and you're dragging Juniper into your kingdom of ass-ery." Huffing, she folded her arms. What on earth was the appeal of stupid little games that had no real life meaning?<br />
"Melody said two bad words." Juniper called. Her siblings were usually all nice to each other, apart from when it came to video games. When video games were on, it was like war.<br />
"Snitch." Melody narrowed her eyes at Juniper accusingly.<br />
Tyler sighed, "If you guys don't start being nicer to each other, the TV's getting unplugged." He warned, and just like that, all of them were being nicer. They remembered the last time when the TV got turned off, it was the worst hour imaginable. They had resorted to reading and going outside. It was awful.<br />
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When Alyssa left, everyone was upstairs and Tyler was busy working, not quite the same now. Everyone but Belle was downstairs which made it a lot more difficult to sneak upstairs unnoticed. She hid the pregnancy test she bought for Belle behind her back, but she wasn't all too discreet about it after entering the house and quickly hiding it behind her back while looking panicked.<br />
Tyler narrowed his eyes at Alyssa. First Belle was acting odd, now Alyssa. Something was going on. "What are you hiding?" He asked.<br />
Her voice rose an octave. "Hiding? I'm not hiding anything." She laughed, obviously nervous. It didn't take a genius to know she was lying as she was fidgeting and shifting her weight.<br />
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"Nothing, why do you keep asking me all these questions?" Getting a little overly defensive, she frowned. She took a few steps back, but the heel of her shoe got caught in one of the uneven floorboards. They haven't been right ever since Adrian used one of them as a makeshift crowbar when they got trapped in the lift that one time, so it wasn't much of a surprise when she lost her balance and dropped the pregnancy test.<br />
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"Upstairs, now. All four of you. Go to your rooms." Alyssa frowned, and watched as Ashton, Juniper, Nathaniel and Melody went upstairs, Melody still finding the whole event rather funny.</div>
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Tyler didn't even know what to say. Alyssa was pregnant again? They couldn't have another baby in the house: there was no room, it would be much younger than it's siblings (Belle would be an adult by the time it was born.), they'd have to start all over again and never be able to have any time without there being any kids in the house and the two of them would be elders before it was a teenager. "Y-You're-" He started, blinking.<br />
"I'm not. It's not mine, and you know that if it was mine, I would have already told you." Sighing softly, she frowned up at him. "Sorry if I scared you." and she then gave him a small smile.<br />
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"I don't want any more kids." She half smiled at him. "There's already five living here, we don't need another running around here. We'll be grey by the time another one would be a child."</div>
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Sighing, she answered. "It's for Belle." She quickly added before he could speak. "I've got the situation all under control, I can handle it for the mean time. She seems really scared and I think it's best if I just talk to her on my own right now." She looked up at him.</div>
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"It's Belle's?" He asked, realizing that's why she was acting so secretive earlier. He sighed, and nodded. "Alright, you can handle it. Do you want me to tell the other's that it wasn't yours?" He suggested.</div>
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She nodded, "Tell them it's a spare one for just in case or something. I'll tell you what happened after I've spoken to Belle."<br />
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Back up in Belle's room, Alyssa handed Belle the pregnancy test. "It's caused a lot of trouble already." She murmured, and sighed. "So what happened?" She asked, frowning.<br />
"Well... Axel and I went up on to the school roof for prom instead of staying in the crowded gym. We talked, danced and he gave me a promise ring." She smiled sadly, and sighed. "So, then we came back here, and things were getting really hot and heavy but I remembered that we shouldn't do anything without protection but-" She started but was soon interrupted.<br />
"But what?" Alyssa narrowed her eyes. She took her daughter's silence as an obvious answer. "You didn't use any protection, did you?" She sighed heavily, sitting down next to her on the bed.<br />
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Belle stayed quiet for a long time, before asking quietly. "You're not going to kick me out, are you? I've heard that a lot of other girls in the same situation got kicked out and sent to live with their aunts, but I don't think Rosie nor Sabrina would really appreciate it," She mumbled.<br />
Alyssa's eyes widened, "I'm not going to kick you out. I think Rosie or Sabrina would probably send you back to me anyway." She half smiled, joking lightly. She put on a stern demeanor again. "I'm not very happy about it but I'm not one of those moms that gives up on her family when things get rough, and I thought you would know that."<br />
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"I know, I just feel as if everything's going downhill." Sniffling once again, Belle really did try not to cry for probably the millionth time today.</div>
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"Hey. No crying." Alyssa frowned. "Crying isn't going to do a single thing. Have you ever seen me cry over something that hasn't gone my way?" Tough love, but Alyssa couldn't help but feel as if she was being harsh on poor Belle.</div>
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Belle shook her head, "No." She admitted, and realized her mom really hasn't gotten upset over anything. Throughout everything, she's never really seen her mom cry. She's seen her mom tear up or get angry, but never cry as such.</div>
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"Okay, so no crying." She clarified. "Big girls don't cry anyway." She half smiled, then sighed. "So what you're going to do, is you're going to take this into the bathroom and find out for sure if you're pregnant or not, and remember no matter what the results, you'll always have your family behind you."</div>
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Belle nodded and stood up. "I'm really sorry Mom." She felt like she had to say something like that. She could tell that her mom wasn't all too happy with her.</div>
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"We all make mistakes and there's no point me holding any grudge against you or kicking you out when all I'd be doing is hurting myself and your feelings when you probably need me the most. Now go take that test and if you need to talk to me while you're waiting, I'll still be in here."<br />
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Tyler figured it probably wasn't a good sign. "So, I'm taking the talk with Belle didn't go all too well?"<br />
She sighed. "I guess you could say that." She found a bottle and got them each a glass. "Or, perhaps I'm celebrating the fact that I'm going to be a grandparent soon." Smiling bitterly before frowning, she sat down next to him on the couch.<br />
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He sighed slightly. "Right. So does she know what she's going to do?" He asked.<br />
Alyssa nodded. "I got her to calm down and I asked her what she was going to do. I also told her that whatever she doe, she'll always have us here to support her. She said that she wanted to keep it, and then I made it clear that even though we'll be there for her, it isn't our main responsibility and I said that she's got a lot of growing up to do. I told her that she can stay here as much as she needs, but there isn't all too much space or I suggested putting down a deposit on a house for her and she agreed to the deposit thing and asked if she could have her college fund used on baby things and the house. Almost everything is worked out in theory, apart from what she's going to do for a living, job wise. I told her that I'd be willing to babysit for her whenever I could and then she thanked me and then I came down here because she looked like she needed a little time alone.." She explained, partly looking at him and partly looking down at the floor.<br />
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"It sounds like she was pretty mature about the whole thing." He noted, and noticed that something else was bothering her. "Is everything alright?"</div>
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She pursed her lips for a moment, considering what he asked, and she then asked in return. "Do you think I'm a bad mom?" She frowned.</div>
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His eyes widened at her question. "Of course not. You're an amazing and caring mom. Why would you ask that?" He frowned<br />
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"I just feel that way because of-" and she then mumbled inaudible words as she trailed off.<br />
He narrowed his eyes at her slightly, trying to figure out what she was thinking about. He sighed when he realized what it was, moving slightly closer to her. "You know what happened concerning the fairy wasn't your fault, and you shouldn't blame yourself."<br />
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What happened to our agreement of you staying away from my thoughts?"<br />
"Can't we just say that I knew what you were thinking because I love you and care about you?" He suggested, grinning.<br />
She put on a sigh, grinning in return. "Fine. Only because I love you too." and she gave him a kiss.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do feel bad for Belle for doing that. I can't even imagine what it must be like to go through something like that. But, if you can cast your mind back, I half dropped hints in <a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/chapter-234-diary.html">this particular chapter</a> (with Juniper's vision, even though the parents of it wasn't quite known then (known now).)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm unsure of what else to say, other than this is kind of my goodbye story to Belle (like you know, I like to make sure my spares have a proper goodbye and a little story for them to be on their way I'm really going to miss her, she's got exactly 2 more days until she's an adult which is rather upsetting. She'll still be around, of course, just not as much. *sigh*. She was kind of my 'just in case' spare (just in case something happened to Juniper or if I didn't connect to Juniper's character) but I know what I'm going to do with Junie when she's older so yeah. </span><br />
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It wasn't like she would mind going stag, her cousin Elvie was going stag, but she would much prefer to have a date. And she was rather confident she had found one, in the shape of the drummer for Belle's boyfriend's band. She didn't quite know his name however (and was rather certain she couldn't call him Drummer-boy McNiceAss).</div>
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Melody only heard the sound of her sister "You know Mel, you could really help set up." Belle narrowed her eyes. The only reason why the two of them were there was because Belle's boyfriend had asked for her help setting up the stage, and Melody tagged along to check out the other guys in the band (and she was doing her job perfectly.)</div>
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"Who's the guy with Axel?" She asked, grinning, ignoring Belle's suggestion.</div>
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"Oh come on, I doubt he's that bad." Melody shook her head, thinking her sister was just exaggerating. How bad could he be?</div>
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"You don't know the egotistical mess that is Alder Kahekili." Belle grumbled, not noticing Melody's eyes lighting up. So Drummer-boy McNiceAss now had a name...</div>
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Belle sighed. "Look, I just don't want to see you fall for a guy like that and get hurt." She frowned. "Yes, you may find him cute, but he's the kind of guy that sees sex and relationships as nothing." She shook her head.</div>
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"You're not exactly a saint Little Miss 'Bought new underwear just for tonight'." Melody raised an eyebrow, whereas Belle just widened her eyes at her. "That's right, I saw the bag under your bed that had a whip design on it." She folded her arms, making her point. </div>
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"In my defense, I didn't ask for a bag like that. They didn't have any discreet ones." Belle frowned. "And alright, you've found a way of blackmailing me, but if anyone else finds it, they'll feel too awkward to talk about it, so checkmate." Belle smirked.</div>
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"If mom finds it, or gets told by a certain someone who you happen to be talking to that you're thinking of that kind of thing, she'll probably give you the birds and the bees talk." Melody grinned, knowing she would win this.</div>
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Belle sighed. "Fine. But you're not going over there and being all crazy over him. If he makes a move first, then you can flirt with him." She reasoned. "I'd be alright with that, and then you won't need to tell mom about... Y'know." </div>
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"Knowing mom, she'd probably give you advice or something." Melody shook her head, laughing lightly.</div>
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"Well, you'd need all the advice if you go after a guy like that. You should see the girls around him, they fall at his feet and all he has to do is simply smile their way." Belle rolled her eyes, not noticing that she caught Alder's attention.<br />
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Belle kept a blank expression, simply raising an eyebrow at him. He sighed, his fingertips brushing against her jawline and following it through. "Ah, Belle. My French beauty. The more you push me away, the more I want you." And he winked before flashing his classic boyish grin. Belle simply just didn't see the appeal, unlike her sister.<br />
Belle moved his hand away, not amused. Melody had no clue how her sister could just do something like that. It wasn't fair, why did her sister always get the guys? "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not stupid." She rolled her eyes. "So, give up the act. I know you're just trying to get me to fall at your feet." She then put on her best French accent, decided to humor him "Besides, mon cher, I would much prefer a guitarist over a drummer any day." She smiled bitterly at him.<br />
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"As much as I enjoy our flirting, Belle-" Alder started, but was soon interrupted.<br />
"You were flirting, I was rejecting." She noted, narrowing her eyes at him.<br />
"-You've not yet introduced me to the cutie you're standing next to." He grinned at Melody, and she grinned in response.<br />
"She's my sister." Belle noticed his confused look at her and Melody, so she explained. "Half-sisters. Same mom, different dads."<br />
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Alder then grinned at Melody, who smiled in return. "So, half sister," he paused briefly, not knowing her name. "You're not as much of a heart breaker as Belle is, are you?" He asked.<br />
Melody grinned in response, letting out a little laugh. "Melody. I'm Melody." She smiled, discreetly rubbing her hands on her shorts. Her hands were really sweaty, and she didn't want him thinking she had some weird sweaty hand disorder or something. "I'm not a heart breaker, actually, I've never had a boyfriend before. Most people think I'm weird because I'm a-" She stopped herself, and grinned awkwardly. Lord, she felt like she was making a mess of this. Why were cute boys so difficult to talk to? Her sister could do it easily! Maybe Belle has some sort of super power being able to talk to boys.<br />
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Luckily for her though, he didn't seem to notice how nervous she was nor how embarrassing she thought she was being. "Melody is a beautiful name. It suits you."<br />
She smiled at the floor, trying to hide the fact she was blushing. "T-Thanks." She stuttered, looking back up at him.<br />
"He says that to pretty much every girl." Belle interjected, realizing that the two of them probably forgot she was even there.<br />
Melody frowned at Alder, and he narrowed his eyes at Belle before looking back at Melody. "I only mean it with you though." He promised Melody, then suggested. "How about you and I go get some of the amps from one of the music rooms? Where we'll be away from prying eyes."<br />
Melody was back grinning. "Okay!" She agreed happily, and despite Belle's protests, the two of them went off.<br />
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"You know, he's only trying to get on your nerves. He's not got something against you or anything." Axel pointed out, getting off the stage and going over to Belle.</div>
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"That doesn't make me like him or even appreciate him.." She frowned, glaring at the door they walked out of. "I don't want someone like that with my little sister." She frowned, and sighed.</div>
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"Melody knows how to look after herself." He got her attention back to him. "I don't want us to get into an argument over them." He sighed, taking her hands with his thumb running over her knuckles.</div>
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"I don't either." She agreed, smiling at him. "We're going to have a great time tonight. How long are you playing for?" She asked, hoping it wasn't all too long. His band was going to play at prom so he had practice playing in front of an audience. She knew he was good playing just in front of her, but she had never actually seen him play in front of an audience<br />
"Only the first few songs, I promise. We'll still have most of the night with it just being us." He grinned at her, kissing her softly.<br />
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She smiled back at him, resting her forehead on his. "As long as you're not spending the whole night on the stage. The roof'll be waiting for us." She grinned, laughing a little. They had agreed earlier to spend most of their time up on the roof and away from most other people at their school. It wasn't like either of them were loners or anything like that, they just figured it would be more romantic on their own, under the stars instead of in the gym where it'll be overly hot.</div>
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"I won't be too long up on stage, I promise. You come first." He promised, smiling back at her.<br />
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"Do you think it looks okay down? Or maybe it looks better up." Melody was fussing over the way her hair looked. The girls had decided to get ready in Belle's room. She had a whole mirror wall in her room, so it made more sense, rather than Melody trying to see how she looked in her tiny mirror.<br />
"I like it down. How come you've never-" She trailed off, then raised an eyebrow. "You're extra dressing up for Alder, aren't you?" Belle asked.<br />
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"Well, some of us aren't pretty much settled down." Melody pointed out, a little harsher than intended. She sighed. "Sorry. I didn't mean it." She mumbled.</div>
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"It's alright." Belle looked at the floor, then back at Melody. "Do you think I'm making a mistake? Wanting to do what I'm going to do?" She asked.<br />
"Its not really my choice to make, Belle. Do you want to do it?" She asked, still mostly focused on her reflection. She looked at Belle through the mirror.<br />
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Belle sighed. "I don't know. I think I'm just being a little neurotic. I'm just worried that there is going to be... a repercussion from it." She frowned.<br />
Melody shook her head slightly. "You've been listening too much in health class. I know it may seem like it with mom's record, but sex doesn't automatically mean a repercussion. Even unprotected, it doesn't always equal one." She shrugged simply, hopefully putting her sister's mind at rest. "You just need to not think about it too much, otherwise you won't be able to have any fun at all tonight and you'll regret it." She half smiled.<br />
Belle gave a small smile in return. "Yeah, you're right." She agreed. She's always played on the safe side... Maybe this time could be different.<br />
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Alyssa was determined to get a picture of four of her five kids who were going to prom, but she did feel a little bit sorry for Juniper who was being left out of all the prom excitement. Juniper was feeling rather sorry for herself also. It wasn't fair how her sisters and her brother's dates got to dress up and she didn't. Not fair. The only upside was that her bedtime was a little bit later tonight. She still had to get ready for bed early though. She got to watch as all her siblings and their dates had fun while she just got to go to bed. Ah well, she knew that she would have her own, better, prom when she was older.<br />
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"Prom's an odd occasion." Faye noted, frowning as she looked around the gym. "All the people you know from school are all gathered in the same room after dressing up and then the most popular person is given a crown and people get into fights and they try and put alcohol in the drinks despite the fact they can get it at home..." She shook her head. She was glad fairies didn't really believe in school. The social events were too complex for someone who doesn't really know what they mean.<br />
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"I guess in that case, you could call anything weird if you think about it too much." Ashton shrugged lightly. "And how do you know what happens at Proms anyway?" He asked her.<br />
Faye grinned, "Well, it's always best to do a bit of research, right?" She looked up at him. "I've actually learned quite a lot about prom, and coming home? I think it's called that," She smiled.<br />
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"Well, I've learned that home coming usually references around the football team's victories and the welcoming back of students also it isn't as formal as prom is. Homecoming isn't as big of a deal as prom, and you don't get big and poofy dressed for homecoming but I don't like big poofy dresses anyway so." She shrugged.</div>
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She smiled in return. "Well, I learned that on prom night, most teenagers have a nice and civilized-ish time at school, but when they go to an after party, they get drunk, loud, party and they end up losing their virginity." She frowned. "I don't think I really want to go to an after party." She confessed, looking worried. "I don't feel like doing any of those things."</div>
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She sighed, relieved. "Good. I really don't fancy it." She smiled slightly, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "I also learned that it's protocol for us to dance at the slow songs, have our pictures taken and have a magical evening." She grinned at him, taking one of his and resting her hand on his shoulder after moving one of his hands on to her waist.</div>
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"It's a protocol?" He raised an eyebrow at the choice of her words as he put his hands on her waist.</div>
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"It's a non-optional social convention." She explained, grinning. "Besides, it's a nice break away from everything going on. Since Mother Dearest died, everything's been left to me and because she was Queen and left for a long time..." She sighed. "Everything's been rather stressful."<br />
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"Well, perhaps for tonight, you could pretend to be a completely ordinary and boring high school student." He suggested.</div>
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She laughed a little. "Sounds perfect," She grinned. "I can be a completely mundane high school student. No one has to know that I'm a fairy nor that I'm going to be the queen of them soon." She smiled.<br />
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"You do realize that when I'm Queen, you'll have to bow down to me and call me 'Your Highness' right?" She grinned, teasing.<br />
"Or what'll happen if I don't? Off with my head?" Ashton asked, teasing back.<br />
Faye shrugged simply. "That depends. I'm going to be a nice one though, don't worry." She smiled at him.<br />
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She was about to leave but someone entered just as she was going to leave. She knew who the girl was, Sophie Knott, possibly the biggest bitch ever to have lived. Melody tried to get past her, but then she stopped her.<br />
"I didn't come in here to check my makeup, Sweetie, I came in here to have a little talk." She frowned, narrowing her eyes at Melody.<br />
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"Okay, then talk." Melody rolled her eyes and glared back at Sophie. The two girls had never had a conversation, but it was just the way the high school pyramid worked, You hate anyone who's not on the same level as you.</div>
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"Well, word's going around that you're Alder's date." She raised an eyebrow. This girl really didn't seem like his type.</div>
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"So what if I am?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. "Why? You jealous?" She grinned.</div>
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Sophie rolled her eyes, smirking while looking Melody up and down. "Why would I be jealous of some flat chested, ugly haired, half dog?" She snickered. She then had a straight face, and growled. "For some reason, you being with him is making you seem popular and putting you as a last minute running for prom queen."</div>
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Her eyes widened slightly, more at the prom queen thing than the poorly based insult. "At least I don't stuff my bras, and what do you mean I'm in the running? I didn't get voted for nor did I intend to have some cheap plastic crown put on my head in front of the whole school." She scoffed, although she would quite like the plastic crown, only so Sophie couldn't get it.</div>
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"Well, because you're on a pity date and this school has an obsession with making couples win, you're getting more popular and in the line of getting my crown." She raised her arms, annoyed.</div>
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Melody gave her the look. "It's not your crown. The school probably bought it from that crappy party store from down the road." She shrugged.</div>
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Sophie narrowed her eyes, glaring. If looks could burn, Melody knew she'd probably be on fire by now. "Listen, bitch, you take my crown, and you will regret it. You understand?" She asked, then huffed and walked out.<br />
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When she pulled away, she was grinning. "Rumor has it, we're going to be Prom King and Queen." She looked up at him. Part of Melody wasn't all too fussed if she won it or not, she wasn't expecting to anyway, but she certainly didn't want the bitch winning it.</div>
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"You're a really good dancer." Callie smiled at Nathaniel, wondering if he had learned how to or something. She didn't recall him ever mentioning anything about dance lessons... The two of them mainly stayed towards the edge, both not so sure about being in such large crowds.</div>
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"Thanks. I was kinda just winging it." He laughed, and she joined in. "Maybe that's something I could do when I'm older." He smiled slightly, honestly not having a clue what he wanted to be.<br />
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Callie shook her head. "Not trying to dictate, but I see you doing something smarter, like becoming a doctor or something." She smiled at him. "Rather than some jazzed up womanizing dancer."</div>
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She laughed a little. "I don't think you could replace me exactly." She smiled at him. "But seriously, I see you being a doctor. Dr Matthews." She grinned at him.</div>
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"Dr Matthews... That has a ring to it." Nathaniel smiled slightly. "But what are you going to do when you're older?" He asked.</div>
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Callie thought about it for a while, then she simply shrugged. "I have no clue." She sighed softly, then mumbled. "You know when sometimes you can picture what would happen? I kinda can't do that with when I'm older." She sighed, and looked at the floor.</div>
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He gave her a concerned look. "Just because you can't picture things doesn't mean they're not going to happen. Not a lot of people can see into the future." Aside from his little sister, of course.<br />
She hummed in agreement, but not very enthusiastically. "Look, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." She looked up at him, serious.<br />
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"You know you can tell me anything." Nathaniel smiled reassuringly at her. He did notice that Callie was acting rather strange around him lately, and he found it odd how she always had such a strict time to go home.<br />
She bit her lower lip, not so sure how exactly to say it. It wasn't like she needed to tell him, he wouldn't know if she never said anything, but she felt bad keeping part of her from him. "It isn't easy to say..."<br />
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"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He shrugged simply, smiling at her. "Or you could just tell me another time. It doesn't matter all too much."<br />
"I feel as if I should." Callie sighed. "Well, you know how my..." She started, then gave up. She tried again with. "I've never been..." And she stopped again.<br />
"You don't have to." He assured her, taking her hands in his. "Besides, I think they're going to announce Prom King and Queen soon."<br />
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Belle's phone was buzzing like crazy with Melody and Elvie both texting her like crazy. Both of them were asking where she was and that Melody had won Prom Queen. She was surprised, sure, but after a while, she turned off her phone. She was still waiting for Axel to come up. They had figured it would look less suspicious if they came up separately. </div>
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Belle grinned, and went over to him when she heard him come up. "Sorry, my sister's apparently won Prom Queen and my cousin is going nuts with texting me and wondering where I am." She murmured, turning her phone off. </div>
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"Your sister won the plastic crown? Was she even running?" He asked, rather confused.</div>
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"I think we'd be a great King and Queen. We've been together for a long time, and I think we're prom royalty material." He grinned at her.</div>
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She grinned in response, "Okay, so tell me King Axel, what would be your first royal decree?"<br />
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He thought about it, then smirked. "For my Queen to walk around topless." He teased, then Belle narrowed her eyes at him and he laughed. "I'm kidding, there's no need to give me a death stare. What's yours?"</div>
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"Mine would be for you to walk around topless too." She folded her arms, grinning. "If I'm going shirtless, you are too."</div>
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He laughed. "A shirtless King and a topless Queen, we'd be memorable, wouldn't we?" He grinned, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her.</div>
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"Very much so." Belle grinned, pulling away for just a second to go over to the boom box she 'borrowed' and brought up here. She turned it on, and smiled. "We can't dance without music, can we?" She went over to him.</div>
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"We can't." He agreed, taking one of her hands and resting his other hand on her hip. "Do you have any idea how to dance?" He asked.</div>
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"I've read books about characters who have danced?" She tried, grinning uneasily.</div>
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"So, we're winging it." He smiled at her.</div>
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"It's not like anyone can see us anyway." Belle smiled at him. She stayed quiet for a little while before asking in a low voice. "When does your scholarship start?"</div>
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"But it's not like I'm going away right now, we still have time together before I have to go, and we'll still be together, We can make long distance work." He smiled at her.</div>
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"Because I promise that we'll be together." He gave her a serious look, and she noticed that he was trying to find something in one of his pockets.<br />
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Belle's eyes widened when Axel pulled out a ring box. "Not an engagement ring but a promise ring. I know I want to be with you, and I know that whatever happens I'll always love you and I know you'll always love me. I think we're a bit too young to get married right now, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, I promise that when I come back home once we're both adults, we'll be the same as if I've never left. Will you promise me the same?" He asked.</div>
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Belle smiled widely, and hugged him tightly. "I promise." She pulled away just enough so she could kiss him.</div>
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She let him put the promise ring on her, and both of them grinned before kissing again, this time it felt more passionate though, more urgent. Right then, Belle's phobia about intimacy and having sex were seemingly non-existent. The fact that it escalated rather quickly didn't really seem to bother her all too much.<br />
She was breathless when she pulled away. "How about we go back to mine?" She suggested, grinning. As romantic as the rooftop could be, she really didn't feel like doing it in one of the plants.<br />
"Are you sure?" He asked, knowing how she could be with these kinds of things. She kissed him quickly once more, meaning that she was sure.<br />
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Pretty soon, their clothes were just a mess on her floor. The next thing they knew, they were on her bed, him on top, her underneath and making out in their underwear. Her heart was beating quickly, nervous. Never she had done something like this before, but if not now, then when would she? She couldn't be one of those people who waited until they were old. </div>
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That being said though, she wasn't too caught up in the moment to remember something important. "Do you have protection?" She asked, breaking away for a second.<br />
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Belle sat up, frowning a little. She felt rather stupid for just assuming he would have one, but didn't most guys have them in their wallets? Then again, he wouldn't really need his wallet...<br />
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There was a really long an awkward silence after that. Whenever she did think about having sex, she honestly didn't picture it to be like this. She pictured it as being something special, and memorable and for it to be that kind of fun that you feel nervous about though, almost like a roller coaster. She certainly didn't picture it having to stop because neither of them were all too prepared.<br />
But then she started to think, would it really be the end of the world if they risked it just this once? She didn't think so.<br />
"Risk it?" She asked, looking over at him. "And before you ask, I'm sure." She didn't want her supposedly magic prom night to end in an awkward attempt at sex but then having to stop because of no protection.<br />
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"Risk it." He repeated in confirmation. She laid back down and he got back on top of her. They started kissing again. Hands started roaming and kisses turned from merely soft to passionate and urgent. The situation started to get hot and heavy, and instead of over-thinking and being rather cautious, Belle decided to just let her urges take control, just this once.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Okay, this was about 2.5-3 (lets call it 2.75) times the size of my regular chapter length, but I didn't want to split it up nor not pay attention to all of the teenagers nor have that intro bit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>First of all,</b> thank you Nirar for letting me borrow Alder. He was very fun to write for. If you are for some reason unaware of her legacy, <a href="http://kahekilis.blogspot.co.uk/">you can find it here.</a> And I apologize on behalf of Belle and her insults. She can be rather mean sometimes. Melody liked him though, very much so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Next note</b>, the bag Melody and Belle were talking about was <a href="http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/5c/31/4e/5c314e85d650d7c8472a4d3440a333b4.jpg">this one from Ann Summers (warning, dirty)</a>. My mum once dragged me in there, and all I can say is that some of you adults... Tsk tsk tsk. That wasn't what handcuffs and whips were designed for, you kinky people you *shakes head*.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Note numbero cuarto</b> (number four for my non-Spanish speaking readers) Faye is technically fairy queen now (story wise) as her mom was queen but is now dead and y'know how the throne linage works (well, her's is simple. She's the only child so it gets passed to her.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Sei </b>(Italian, I googled that. You would not believe in how many languages where six is sex (although, seems appropriate)) Belle's pretty promise ring is a claddagh ring, just like what Rosie had. It's one of the only rings I can get that works with teenagers, and doesn't look all too unrealistic-y expensive. Belle didn't steal her aunt's ring, don't worry. And to do with that scene, Axel and Belle kept standing on each other's toes. Seriously. I was surprised one of them didn't just throw a hissy fit and stop dancing at some point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Åtte </b>(Norwegian I believe (at least that's what google said) and this was chosen because the snow queen Elsa came and made my town all snowy and Elsa is from Norway I think): The gym was a pain in the butt to make, seriously, this would have been out so much simpler if it just cooperated. *sigh* *shrug* Not much to be done, I'll never have to use it again. That school just wasn't cooperating. The downstairs is literally all underwater. No clue why, but it just is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Deväť</b>(Slovakian. I was friends with a girl who was from Slovakia. Not anymore. She's annoying and all big headed because she can ice skate really well.): I think what Belle and Axel did by risking it was stupid, personally, but teenagers make stupid mistakes. Being one, I am aware of this fact. There's a reason why that happened however *cough*Visions*cough*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Deich</b>(Irish): Thank you for reading and thank you for reading this very long and rather pointless AN of me finding out how to count to ten in a vary of languages. And yay me for getting to ten and getting over my fear of writing romance!</span></div>
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She knew she couldn't control nor stop any of her children from growing up, but she had to admit, she did somewhat miss having toddlers around. She wouldn't be willing to go through it all again, but she missed her babies being babies.<br />
When she left, almost all of her kids were an age younger. When she left, Juniper and Nathaniel were toddlers, Ashton and Melody were children and Belle was a teenager. Yes, Belle is still a teenager but not for too much longer. Her eldest daughter was going to be an adult soon!<br />
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She put on a smile for Nathaniel's birthday though. It was weird thinking of him as being a child, let alone a teenager. He shouldn't be a teenager. In Alyssa's mind, he was still her baby boy who she could hold above her head and who would laugh whenever she blew raspberries on his tummy, now he was about to be a teenager.<br />
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As the candles went out, Alyssa couldn't help but notice how much Nathaniel looked like Adrian. Both of them had dark hair and grey eyes. It wasn't like all of her kids were identical to her or anything, but Nate probably looked the least like her (which was good. She wasn't so sure what her looks would be like on a boy.)<br />
Part of her hoped that he never did ask about his real dad. It wasn't like she had a problem with telling him, but she didn't want to tell him that his dad was just the guy she cheated with and that he freaked out when she told him about Nate.<br />
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After thinking about what she could tell Belle for quite a while, Alyssa knocked on her door and went into her room. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She asked, noticing that Belle was in the middle of reading something.<br />
"No, it's fine." Belle smiled, closing her book and putting it back under her bed. "Did you want to talk to me about something?" She asked. She really did love having her mom back.<br />
"I know you heard the message from your dad, and I know that you want to know about him. I haven't told you so far because I wanted to wait until you were more mature until I told you. I figured that you're mature enough by now, so if you want me to tell you about him, I will."<br />
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Belle looked up at Alyssa. With finals coming up, prom and the drama to do with the fairy, Belle had almost forgot about that message. She really did want to know about her dad though. She hesitated, before nodding and replying with "I want to know who he is." </div>
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Alyssa nodded once, honestly wishing her daughter had answered differently. She didn't want Belle thinking any different of her because of what she did so long ago so she felt as if she had to say. "All of what I'm going to tell you happened when I was about your age. I don't want you to think any differently of me when I tell you the story, and I don't want you to dislike me because of what I did." Alyssa didn't know how Belle would be about knowing that she cheated. Alyssa knew her daughter like how she knew the back of her hand, and she knew her daughter was a hopeless romantic and that she was against any kind of infidelity. Alyssa knew she was probably over worrying, but she couldn't help it.</div>
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"Prom? I dunno... It seems a little girly." Callie mumbled, rocking back and forth on the swing. "Besides, isn't it like, tomorrow?" She looked over at Nate<br />
He shrugged, "It only comes around once though." He pointed out. "I think it'd be fun." He smiled slightly.<br />
"I could never find the right dress in a day. That's mission almost impossible" She laughed, then sighed slightly. "I'd love to go, but I doubt my dad would let me stay out for that long." and she aimlessly kicked the ground, finding it unfair.<br />
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Nathaniel frowned. "Why is he always so strict?" He asked. honestly curious. Callie was never allowed to stay out past six o'clock, and if she did she was never at school the next day. It concerned him quite a bit, but he never really knew how to ask her why her dad was so harsh.</div>
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"It's just the way he is." She answered simply, albeit rather coldly. She always got the same way whenever her home life got brought up in conversation. She was always rather secretive about it, Nathaniel knew she was hiding something, but he didn't know or felt like he should ask what it was.</div>
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"But, I think I'd be able to sneak off just for a little while." Callie grinned at him. "I wouldn't want to leave you on your own with all your siblings. You need to have someone there who you can talk to who isn't related to you." </div>
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"So, what happened between you and my dad?" Belle asked, looking up at Alyssa. "I already knew he used to call you Belle and that was why you called me Belle." She half smiled.</div>
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Alyssa sighed, and sat next to Belle. "That's right. He called me 'Mon Belle' which means 'my beautiful'." She started, clearly uneasy. "Well, I first met your dad when I was actually about your age. It was just after my parents, your grandparents, died and I went to France mostly to just get away from everything for a while." </div>
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"Did your mom use to like music?" Belle asked, figuring that the ghost she saw in the music room might not have just been her imagination. She could remember that rather clearly, being that it didn't happen all too long ago, and that was when she first met one of her grandparents.</div>
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Alyssa nodded. "She loved it. Her instruments were basically her kids. She probably loved them as much as me and your uncle Connor." She explained, smiling slightly. "That's where you get all your artsy talents from. I'm not good at art, and I'm pretty sure your dad wasn't either."</div>
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Belle nodded slightly, realizing why her grandma got so annoyed when she tried to break the guitar. In her own defense though, she was pretty pissed off and it could have been anything in that room, at that point she remembered that she wanted something to break, and the guitar was in her line of sight.</div>
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"Anyway, I met your dad that first time I was in France. His name was Matteo and what can I say? Something just clicked between us. He was a very cute French boy and I was a boy crazy teenager." Alyssa smiled slightly, remembering just how nuts she used to get around boys.<br />
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"No, he wasn't Belle. He was my second. My first boyfriend and your dad kind of overlapped." She tried to say it in the most gentle way possible.<br />
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Juniper was happily playing with her toy oven downstairs. She loved baking! It was fun. She used to prefer playing dress up with Nathaniel, but now he was a teenager, he probably wasn't quite as fussed about it. The only bad think about baking was that her glasses kept sliding down her nose, and it was a pain having to push them back up again.<br />
She looked up when she heard footsteps, but couldn't help but frown ever so slightly when she saw Melody. It wasn't like they weren't friends, but Melody kind of scared Juniper.<br />
"I want you to see what happens to me in the future." Melody said outright, looking down at Juniper.<br />
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Juniper frowned lightly. "I don't know if I can." She admitted. She's never tried to see into the future before. All her premonitions came to her whenever they pleased, she never has tried to control it.</div>
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Melody frowned. "What do you mean? You can see into the future, I want you to know what happens to me into the future."<br />
"It doesn't just work like that though. It's not a switch I can turn on and off." She explained, and saw that Melody was annoyed at her.<br />
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Narrowing her eyes, Melody asked."So, you can see into the future, but you can't?" She huffed, rolling her eyes. How useless.<br />
"Kinda, I can't do it on demand." Juniper smiled slightly, sheepishly. "It kinda just comes and goes." She explained.<br />
Melody rolled her eyes yet again. "Tell me when you can actually use it." And she went off in a huff. All she wanted to know what if her sister could see what prom would be like for her, but no,<br />
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Belle frowned, "What do you mean, overlapped?" She asked. "You had a boyfriend before? Who was he? Do I know him?" She asked, wanting to know what had happened.</div>
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"Tyler?!" Belle interrupted, her eyes widening. "But, but how? I mean, he was okay with it?" She asked, confused. She could kind of understand why her mom waited before telling her this.<br />
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Alyssa sighed slightly, and shook her head. "Not at all. When I came home, he found out and asked me to chose either him or your father. I couldn't make up my mind and he and I broke up. I went back to France to see your father and... That was that." She ended the story there, knowing it was best to not go into too much detail. </div>
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"If he wasn't okay with it..." Belle shook her head. "I don't get it. You had cheated on him and he wasn't fine with it, but he's still around." She frowned, confused.</div>
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"Let's just say, he's a lot better of a person than I am. He forgave me for what I did. and, well, you know the rest of it." Alyssa half smiled.</div>
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Belle nodded slightly. You were with Damon then you guys broke up and then Tyler came and lived here." She murmured, then asked. "What about Nate's dad?" She asked.</div>
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Alyssa laughed a little, nervously. "His dad was my boss. He was kind of a rebound from Damon." She lied. but it was only a little white lie, even though her's and Adrian's relationship did start before she was engaged, he was still kind of a rebound. "Not that I'm promoting sleeping with your boss or anything, but now I pretty much have tenure there now." She grinned, joking lightly.</div>
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Alyssa sighed slightly, "But, seriously, if you want to meet your dad, I'll tell you absolutely everything I know and you can go over there and meet him. If you want to meet him, I won't stand in your way one bit." She half smiled.<br />
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Belle considered it for quite a while. Her dad has been the main person she wanted to know about for pretty much all her life. but right now she didn't really want to meet him. She already had her family right here at home. She then shook her head softly, and hugged Alyssa tightly. "I don't want to meet him. You're all the family I need."<br />
Alyssa smiled, and hugged Belle tightly in return. "If you ever change your mind. I'll help you meet him." She smiled.<br />
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"Well... I've been thinking maybe I changed my mind." She grinned at him. "I can talk now, and I've learned a little trick that could solve the wing issue." She smiled.</div>
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He rolled his eyes, grinning back at her. "Will you go to prom with me?" He asked.</div>
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"Yes, I will go to prom with you." She grinned, and kissed him in return for him asking a second time.</div>
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"Right, just as friends." She agreed, idly swinging on the swing. The hesitation in his voice was evident to her, and it made her wonder if he did actually want it to be more than friends, but it was just as friends.<br />
"Yeah, I mean, we're just friends so..." He shrugged, mentally slapping himself for sounding so idiotic, He had slight hopes that prom might change them just being friends however.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: All of my sims were being so moody, none of them were celebrating Nate's birthday at the same time. *shakes head* what a family, eh? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was debating whether or not I wanted Nate to go to this prom, but I kinda have to say in the matter because time runs faster than Carrie's story telling and posing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I have kind of a dilemma: (sims related, somewhat spoiler-y but not too bad)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've gone wedding crazy. Seriously. Absolutely wedding nuts. My main problem (yes, I have a bigger one) is that I have too many dresses and I don't know which one is the perfect one...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wasn't originally even planning on Alyssa and Tyler getting married (sorry, slight spoiler) but they kinda got engaged under my nose. Literally. I just randomly got the update. Has anyone else's sims ever gotten spontaneously engaged?</span><br />
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She was faced with a nightmare once again, however this time was worse. She knew this fairy, and knew that her sister supposedly killed her. Alyssa knew that her sister killed this fairy, she didn't quite see it with her own eyes, but she knew her sister came home that night and their fight looked rather serious so she figured the fairy was gone.<br />
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"Aw, is the little scientist confused?" Elli grinned. "That's so adorable!" She laughed, and then sighed happily. "You don't really look like your sister do you? Hmm." She looked Alyssa up and down.</div>
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"How are you alive?" Alyssa asked, but rather quietly. She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she kept her gaze away from the fairy. She really hated fairies, this one in particular.</div>
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"Let's just say that magic can do a lot, like thaw someone and resuscitate them." She grinned. "And is this your boyfriend? That's sweet. you can both be murdered together." She smiled softly, her head tilted. "I have to admit, you're last little boyfriend was cuter. You know the one that dumped you because you got knocked up again." She laughed, and all the fairies around laughed also. The fairy army's laugh was all rhythmic and robotic which gave Alyssa the creeps.<br />
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She might have been more angry if she wasn't quite as scared. "How do you know all that?" She scowled, and she could tell that Tyler was annoyed at what Elli said also.</div>
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"We've been keeping an eye on you. Miss Matthews, haven't we?" Elli asked the fairy army while nodding lightly, they all mimicked in unison. "But I have to admit, I like you better without wings." She half smiled. "You probably didn't notice them fade, did you?" She asked, and to Alyssa's surprise, her wings were gone. It was as if they never had been there.</div>
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"That, and even though I doubt you know how to use them, but it would make all this a little harder for the army if you had magic powers." She mused. "By the way, what do you think of my little army, huh? They're quite cute, aren't they? These are the ones that decided to misbehave and do against what me or Melancholia wanted, so here they are." She grinned, looking at all of the fairies in the room. "No personality, no magic, no free thought and no free will. All of them controlled and behaved." Elli mused. "They're basically killing machines."<br />
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While Alyssa was scared by Elli and the mindless fairy army surrounding them, Tyler seemed more skeptical. "And how exactly would they kill us? They don't have any magic, and they don't have any weapons on them." He pointed out.<br />
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Elli smiled at both of their silence, noticing that both of them were looking at the fairy army, and she could tell that they noticed all of them had guns. "If I were either of you, I would just keep still. They'll shoot you within five minutes, even sooner if they notice movement. That's what they're made to do. They also hate it when they can only see your back, so I wouldn't be standing the way you guys are if I were you." She smirked and then turned to leave, but smiled slyly before doing so. She turned to face Alyssa.<br />
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"You're quite a brave girl, aren't you? You're safe to reply, for now." She grinned, taking a few steps up to her. She knew she was safe because she knew the fairy army wasn't going to attack just yet. The safety's on the guns were still on. "Let's think about everything you've been though, shall we?"<br />
Alyssa frowned, knowing this was going to be far from fun. "I'd personally rather not."<br />
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"I think it would be fun." Elli grinned in response, slowly moving towards Alyssa. "Let's see, your sister threw a hissy fit over having a little sister, I actually remember that. She was moping about it in the snow about it, turns out she liked you in the end. When you were little, your dad almost died and you didn't really know him all too well because he was away for quite a while. Then there was what I did by kidnapping you but then your sister came to your rescue, but she didn't come to your teen birthday, did she? She was too busy for you. Your parents died when you were a teenager, both at once and it left that huge house just to you. Then you went to France, twice, the second being just for fun in the sun, and then you had your first daughter young too, without your parents to help and your brother and sister were busy with their own families, but your sister was rather disappointed in you then, wasn't she? Despite you and your little boyfriend lying to her, she still wasn't happy. In fact, if it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't have spoken to, well, anyone in quite a while, hm?"<br />
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"Don't even try to turn my daughter into a bad thing. My kids are all the best things that have ever happened to me." Alyssa glared. She couldn't help but get a little upset at how blunt Elli was being.</div>
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"I know, you love them all." Elli rolled her eyes. How sappy. "But, I know that somewhere, deep down, you wish that you had her when you were a little bit older, maybe a little less naive or actually in a stable relationship. But then you found someone, didn't you? You were happy with him up until the point when you got engaged and when you realized how much hard work the twins were. Then you got paranoid and thought he was cheating, so paranoid that you almost tried to stop him seeing the daughter he had from a previous marriage. You then went away with your boss and had an affair with him and wound up losing both your fiance and making things at work rather uncomfortable. After that, Melancholia was on your back, wasn't she? And you've been locked up for quite some time while she's been making your kids hate you. You've had quite the dramatic life, Miss Matthews." Elli was right up in Alyssa's face, and simply smiled at her, waiting to see how much her words affected Alyssa before she left, more than pleased to see that she had got to Alyssa.<br />
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As soon as Elli left, Alyssa saw and heard the fairy army loading each gun and turning the safety off in turn. A large part of her felt like giving up by now, and she was tempted to hold up her hands and surrender to the stupid fairy army. She knew that any kinds of movements would mean both of them being killed though, but they were going to get killed anyway so what was the point in waiting? </div>
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"They can't hear us. As long as you don't move your mouth all too much when you talk, we're fine to." He murmured, and Alyssa noticed that none of the fairies reacted.</div>
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"I figured it out because the fairies on my side loaded their guns just before the ones on your side, just long enough of a pause for your fairies to realize that was what they were supposed to do. The fairies on your side are facing away from the door which means they couldn't see Elli leave, but if they could hear they would have heard her and the gun loaded would have all been in unison, but it wasn't meaning that they couldn't hear her leave."<br />
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"So, they can't hear us, but that doesn't make us not surrounded." Alyssa sighed, trying not to lose all too much hope. "Wait." She murmured, getting an idea, "Elli mumbled something about them all being controlled and behaved. I bet she's controlling them all somehow."</div>
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Tyler noticed something interesting out of the corner of his eyes. "There's a camera up in one of the corners, she's probably using that to watch what they're doing and what we're doing."<br />
"And so if we disable the camera, she won't be able to see what we're doing and ergo she won't be able to control the fairy army." She muttered. "But how do we disable it?"<br />
"We're in a room with people with guns. We'll shoot it down."<br />
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"Sure, I'll use my telekinesis to get one of the guns, or better yet I can just use it to throw the fairies at the wall and then we can run away." She grumbled, sarcastically.<br />
"Sarcasm isn't appreciated." He grumbled in reply. "I think I have an idea, but it is probably the worst idea I've ever came up with."<br />
"What other choice do we have though?" She murmured, frowning.<br />
"Not much. So, my rather bad idea is this," and then he told her his idea. She knew it was a bad idea also, there were quite a lot of flaws in the plan, but they had considerably less than five minutes before they were killed anyway, so there wasn't much else of a choice.<br />
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"Remember, you're going right and taking out the camera. I'm taking five of the fairies, you're taking three." He clarified. "Also, remember they're pretty much nothing more than robots." He murmured that last bit for himself as well as her.<br />
"I know. they have no free thought or will and no personality or life outside of this." She murmured. "And if it doesn't work, then I love you, and I'm sorry for what I did in France."<br />
"I love you too, Always have and always will." He held her hand just a little bit tighter before mumbling "On the count of three we go?"<br />
"One." She started.<br />
"Two." He followed<br />
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In theory, the plan was simple and rather quick thought about. Honestly, she would be surprised if the plan worked. Majority of the plan was based off of luck and partly to do with how quickly they could shoot down the camera. The luck factor was based on how much attention Elli was paying through the camera and if she can direct the fairies to shoot quick enough. However, no camera means Elli won't be able to know what's going on.<br />
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There were no guns on the walls or anything, so it was up to hurting the fairies to get one each. The only problem was, that would involve moving which would mean that the fairies would be directed to shoot them.<br />
The only flaw was, what if they both went at the same time in opposite directions? That was Tyler's main thought behind the plan. If they both go different ways (even if Elli was paying attention) she wouldn't be expecting it and therefore it would put her off for a moment to choose which fairy would go for which one of them.<br />
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She was rather surprised at how loud the guns were. Luckily, either Elli hadn't noticed them or hadn't directed the fairy army yet. The fairies noticed them (especially the ones that were knocked down.) yet didn't move. Alyssa was rather curious, wondering if there was some deeper meaning behind why the fairies hadn't moved yet.</div>
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She aimed the gun at the camera, and pulled the trigger. She watched as the camera's little red light went out, signalling that it wasn't working, but then the room was lit with a red light, and an alarm starting blaring.<br />
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She saw as the fairies that still had their guns began to shoot in random directions and she started to panic. She was over-thinking and started to get stressed over what would happen to the kids if the worst happened or what would happen if she never got out or what if she got shot or what if they can't get out of the castle?</div>
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Tyler didn't seem to have the issue that Alyssa had, and he figured that it would be best if they focused on leaving instead of staying in a room with uncontrollable fairies with guns. He grabbed Alyssa's arm and pulled her out of the room before either of them got hurt.<br />
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"There's probably several more cameras around here." He glanced around the hallway, trying to see if there was one there. He was startled by the sound of a gunshot.<br />
"Found it." Alyssa answered, looking at the now broken camera. "Which way?" She asked, looking over at him,<br />
He shook his head slightly. "No clue. It's like a labyrinth in here."<br />
"A what?" She asked,<br />
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"Labyrinth; it's in an ancient Greek myth. It's this maze that Daedalus made for King Minos to keep the Minotaur in. The maze was so intricately built that even Daedalus, who made it, struggled to get out." He explained. </div>
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She sighed, rather defeated, "Hopefully it's not like that. I don't really feel like being destroyed by some gigantic half human half bull, nor do I feel like being stuck here." She glanced at one of the doors, moving over to it. "We should just try a bunch of random doors and see if any rooms look familiar." She opened the door, and both of them walked into the room.</div>
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"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to get the door to move also, but nothing happened. The door was locked.<br />
They both turned around at the sound of slow clapping. "Well done, you managed to figure out that the door is locked. Nothing gets past you two, does it?" Elli grumbled, glaring at them. She waved her hand, and the whole room appeared to change.<br />
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"You won't be needing those." Elli dictated, and both of theirs guns disappeared. "Seeing as though you were too clever for my army and got rid of the camera, I don't want you breaking anything else with those." She glared at them both.</div>
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Elli gave Alyssa 'the look'. "You've already done enough damage, especially your sister." She glared at her. "She killed our Queen, you know how bad that is?" Elli approached Alyssa, furious. Alyssa really wished that Rosie was here right now. Rosie knew how to deal with fairies, especially how to get rid of them. </div>
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Elli huffed, "It doesn't matter which sister did it. It would be better without either sister, or tag-along's of the two." She glared at the two of them, and Alyssa was mostly hoping for some sort of miracle and that Rosie would just appear out of no where and take care of Elli. She knew that wasn't how the world worked though.</div>
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"If you thought being locked up was easy, you have a hell of a lot install for you. Maybe, seeing as though you've pretty much broken my fairy army, I could always recruit new people." She grinned at the two of them. "I'd keep you both looking the same though, especially you Alyssa. Imagine the look on your sister's face when-" And Elli stopped, her eyes widening and she started to tremor uncontrollably. Alyssa and Tyler both took a step back, rather freaked out by Elli's sudden actions.</div>
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As Elli fell, there was a rather smug looking Rosie behind her. "Two fairies in one night, not bad, eh?" She smirked as she dusted off her hands. She stepped over Elli, and mumbled "Hm. She cut her hair short. It kinda looks better that way. It was all scraggly long." She mused.</div>
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"Hey, it's me." She said, then asked. "Yeah, she's fine. Can you come pick us up now?". Rosie then rolled her eyes hearing the response. "How am I taking advantage of you?" She then sighed. "Don't be that way, seriously." She narrowed her eyes at nothing in particular. "Fine. Please can you come and pick us up now?" She grumbled, and sighed loudly and mumbled. "You're the best in the world and you're smarter than me. Now can you stop being so childish and just hurry the hell up?" She grumbled, and looked up as Connor was standing nearby. </div>
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"You really do need to practice your manners Rosie." He raised an eyebrow at her, knowing he was getting on her nerves.<br />
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Alyssa grinned. "Yep, most of the time worse." and she cleared her throat, getting her sibling's attention again. "As fun as watching you guys argue is, we should probably go home."</div>
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Before either of them new it, they were back home. It was just about morning, but there was still a trace of night lingering in the sky. Alyssa looked up at the stars briefly, before kissing Tyler softly.<br />
"Thank you for rescuing me." She grinned. She probably hasn't been this happy in a long time.<br />
"I couldn't let you stay in that castle forever, could I?" He smiled back at her.<br />
"So, what have I missed?" She asked, taking his hand in hers as they went inside. She was happy to be home.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't do it, it's just so ragh! Hmph! Action is stoopid and that's the stupid way of spelling stoopid which shows how stoopid it is! Ragh! *breaks stuff*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I've actually been having a few temper tantrums lately. I should get my hotheadedness in check and calm down a little bit... Nah. That can be next year's resolution. Angry Carrie is fun Carrie. Right? >:/</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had to write it though, otherwise it would be a very anti-climatic ending. If it was up to me, they would have just walked magically gotten out somehow but I couldn't come up with something that made any sense aside from that. So, confrontations and siblings to the rescue. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, happy new year! I did want this to be up sooner (like, a week ago sooner.) But I've been busy with this and that and everything else plopped on top. I have a resolution to be more confident and creative, and I decided to make and release a few poses (there's literally two on there right now, neither all too fantastic.) and there's a link at the very top of the page.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think 2015 is going to be a good year though. I've had my first ever audition </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(literal audition. I'm trying to get in at a theatre)</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> on Wednesday for Work Experience (a week where you have to 'work' somewhere, usually at an office and most of the time you just make cups of tea for people) and I've received a letter from another theatre for an interview there so... so far so good. My interview is on the 28th. But I didn't get the thing at the theatre. I found out today but hey hum, can't win them all, right? Free workshop and it's a notch of experience under my belt. There were about 100 people auditioning and about 20 got in so... Yeah.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still, a bit disappointing but at least there's still Chesterfield. And my friend said that back in the time when women were sold to men, I would get at least three pigs, so I've got that going for me :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you for reading, and happy 2015! And if you see Marty, don't talk to him! You don't want to change the future which would change the past which would change the future which would change the past which would change the future... *gets into a muddle* </span></div>
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Out of all the times to talk, Alyssa wanted to talk to her now, in the middle of the night, when it's cold and out by a river. Rosie didn't understand, and she was a little suspicious, but Alyssa sounded upset so she came here.<br />
"Lyss?" She called, trying to get her sister's attention.<br />
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"Alyssa." Rosie called once again, this time getting her attention. She could easily see that her sister was upset. She frowned, going over and sitting down next to her sister on the river bed. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" She frowned.<br />
"Me and Tyler broke up." She sniffled, holding her legs up to her chest.<br />
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Rosie's eyes widened. "What?! Are you serious?" She asked, looking over at her sister. "Lyss, I'm so sorry. What did he say? What about the kids?" She asked, frowning.</div>
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"I'm serious." She spoke in a low, rather muffled voice. "We got into this huge argument, I don't even know what about. We weren't being loud so the kids didn't wake up, and then he just said that he didn't love me anymore, and that he didn't love the person who I am now."<br />
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Rosie frowned, standing up to hug Alyssa tightly. "I'm so sorry Alyssa. You know that if you ever need me, I'm here. I'm always here if you need to talk or if you need a girl's night out." She half smiled, sadly.<br />
"Thanks." Alyssa mumbled in response, hugging her sister tightly back. But there was one thing her sister didn't quite know.<br />
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Rosie didn't know that Alyssa wasn't Alyssa at all. She also didn't know, that 'Alyssa' had a plan for Rosie. 'Alyssa' had been distracted from the main thing she wanted, she was too wrapped up in the family life. She wanted the witch to die, and it was either now or never.<br />
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The real Alyssa felt a lot differently. The real her felt hopeless, alone and rather frightened. She wanted to wake up back at home, wingless and the only memory of all this just being a dream. No matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them, it never did turn out to be a dream.<br />
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She sighed, facing the wall. If she knew the difference between day and night, she would have kept a tally of how long she's been here. With no actual way of knowing (apart from the fairy's occasional visits to torment her or tell her what horrible things she's doing to her family) she had no clue about how long she's been here. She heard a little tapping sound, but decided to just ignore it. What hope did she really have of getting rescued? Next to none.<br />
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She couldn't help but reminisce about the last thing she said to anyone in her family. She remembered that she had asked Tyler to take the kids out to the fair so she could recover from a hangover. She couldn't help but smile at that memory, but it just reminded her of how much she wanted to see her family again.<br />
"Lyss?" Her eyes widened when she heard that little nickname. Could it be who she thought it was?<br />
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When she realized it was who she thought, she went straight to the cell door with both her hands resting against the chain link. "I knew you'd find me somehow." She beamed at him. "I knew it! I kept telling that fairy you'd see through her disguise." She smiled widely, overjoyed to see him.<br />
"She honestly thought I wouldn't be able to tell the difference?" He shook his head slightly and figured it best not to ask about the wings. "There's just one problem; how do you get out of here?" He murmured, looking at the fence.<br />
"There's a key in that torch, hidden underneath the flames." She explained, grinning still.<br />
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As soon as he managed to get the cell doors open, she hugged him tightly. She nuzzled lightly into him and was afraid that if she let go, he wouldn't be there. She was petrified that all of this and her being rescued was all just her imagination, and she didn't want it to be. She wanted to go home and hug all of her kids and find out on everything she's missed. So she was relieved when she looked up and knew he was still there. She kissed him softly, so very happy.<br />
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She was happy to see him again, more than happy. Alyssa pulled away slightly, still smiling as she couldn't wait to see all of her family again, and she couldn't help but wonder if anything had changed. When she left, there was one teenager, two children and two toddlers in the house. Part of her hoped none of them had their birthdays, but she knew there was nothing she could do if they did. She also couldn't wait to see her sister and sister in law again and meet them out for coffee for girl talk and gossip. </div>
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"Maybe, I can't remember. I went to school forever ago and history confused me." She shrugged, remembering all those dates and their order wasn't all too easy, and more than often she would muddle them up. She stood up and narrowed her eyes. "Why?"</div>
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"In one of the world wars, I can't quite remember which, the losing side used most of their remaining reserves to try and wipe out or split up the allies of the ones who were winning. The losing side used all their resources in one final, bloody battle. It was one of the worst battles in the war."</div>
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"Yes, but the people who started that lost the war." Alyssa pointed out, not sure where the fairy was going with this train of thought.</div>
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"Perhaps, sometimes history repeats itself, other times it doesn't." The fairy mused, "However, that isn't the point. Even though the losing side was losing, they still made one last attempt to win. I like to see it as their endgame tactic, like in chess, there are always many endgame tactics there too." She murmured.</div>
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"My point is, I've been distracted. I've been focusing on your family more than the prize. I know your boyfriend and eldest know who I really am, so I'm going for my endgame tactic, my last attempt. I'll have what I want and more." She grinned maliciously at Alyssa. "I think it'll be rather nice, both sisters gone at once. But I won't start with you, Princess. You're cuter and you have a cuter voice. She sounds like you if you decided to start smoking." The fairy grinned, then tilted her head. "What do you think about a witch's death for a witch, hmm?" She grinned maliciously</div>
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Alyssa looked up at Tyler, remembering there were more important things that reunions. "We need to find Rosie. The fairy's after her."<br />
"Do you know where she is?" He asked, frowning. "It might take a while to get to her, the castle here is huge."<br />
Alyssa thought for a moment, unsure of a way to contact her sister. She then held out her hand expectantly once she knew what to do, "Can I have your phone? I'll call her."<br />
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"I just really don't know where everything went wrong." 'Alyssa' murmured, sniffling. She sighed while looking over at the river. She had to keep telling herself it'll only be a little longer before the bitch drowns. </div>
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Rosie moved away from 'Alyssa' slightly when she felt her phone buzz. "I probably should get this, it might be one of the kids or something." She murmured, and stood up and took a few steps away from 'Alyssa'.</div>
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"Look, this is going to sound crazy, but if there's a me with you, or if you see me pretty soon, it isn't me. There's this crazy psycho fairy who's after you and she's made herself into me to try and trick you. She's pissed off at you because of what happened to that gothicy fairy."</div>
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"Whatever. Her and I weren't on a first name basis." Alyssa sighed. "Don't trust anything what the fake me says. She's trying to kill you. I really have to go, but don't trust her." And with that, Alyssa hung up.</div>
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"Really? You thought it would be that easy?" Rosie grinned. "Just look at you then look at me. If you thought I would be an easy fight, you really chose wrong. If anything, you chose wrong with messing with my family. The Matthews' family is a goddamn tough family to mess with, especially for just one itsy bitsy fairy." Rosie smirked.</div>
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She waited until she saw the fairy's struggling come to a halt, and she stood up properly and dusted off her hands. "I should make a career out of this." She mused. She knew it wasn't going to be a long fight at all, but the question of where her sister was still remained, and what the fairy meant by it not just being her. Rosie wasn't entirely sure of what else to do, so she went to Alyssa's house to check on how her kids were.<br />
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Escaping the castle reminded Alyssa of one thing: she hated running and she certainly wasn't as athletic as her dad was. Running and sports was fine when she was a teenager, or when she was younger, but she was an adult now. She didn't want to run. She was thankful when they came to a stop, but she got worried as it was a rather abrupt halt. </div>
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"Is something wrong?" She managed to say, partially hiding how out of breath she was. She had five kids and hadn't ran since before Belle was born. She had an excuse to be tired.<br />
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"It probably is the same room, but maybe coming in from the other way caused you not to recognize it." She finally managed to catch her breath back.</div>
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"But still, what have we got here? It looks like the rats are trapped in the cage." Elli grinned, very pleased. "It's amazing what you can accomplish when you're in charge. But before we attack, I think we should have a little bit of fun with our guests."</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I couldn't just let them out easy peasy, could I? Nah. Where would be the excitement in that?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I figured the fight between Melancholia and Rosie wouldn't last all too long. Rosie's pretty damn strong and kinda scary so she wouldn't take long in taking care of a fairy like Melancholia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See, I originally was going to make the fight between Melancholia and Rosie last longer, but I couldn't see how it would. Rosie would easily squash Melancholia, like a little bug (and not one of those asshole bugs that doesn't go squish, I mean one that you stand on and it dies)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I prefer this ending to the one I originally had planned. My original plan was for everything to be fixed this chapter, but then I came up with the fairy army thing so yeah.</span></div>
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"Has Axel asked you yet? What are you going to wear? We have to pick out dresses together. We should invite your sister too, it is a whole school prom." Elvie spurted out all the questions before Belle even had the chance to process them.</div>
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"He has but I don't think we should go he's busy worrying over applying for this music scholarship and I think that's more important than going to some silly school social event. I don't know what I'm going to wear, I doubt I'm even going." She sighed, while making sure her locker was definitely shut. "You can invite Melody if you want, but I won't be there."</div>
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Elvie groaned. "You're being boring. Scholarship or not, you have to go. You don't want to be that lame couple that's too busy for prom, and we have to pick out dresses together." She frowned. "It's the law. You have to pick out dresses with your sisters."</div>
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"You're not my sister though, you're my cousin." Belle raised an eyebrow, laughing a little. "Melody's my sister though, in case you forgot what a sister was." She clarified, teasing her cousin.</div>
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"Exactly! Imagine how disappointed she would be if she had to pick a dress out by herself." Elvie pouted.</div>
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"No, I would be. It would just be much more fun if you were there too. I don't speak to Melody much so imagine how awkward it would be just me and her. Please can you try them on with us?"</div>
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Belle frowned. "There wouldn't be much point. Even if I did want to go trying on dresses, I wouldn't go spending tons on a dress that I'll only wear once." </div>
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"Pleeeaaaaasssseee?" Elvie dragged out the word, then quickly added "I'm going to do that until you agree to come." And she then repeated the 'please' but dragging it out even longer, which Belle didn't think was possible.</div>
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Belle let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. but I have the right to remain miserable if I want to." She half smiled.</div>
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Elvie grinned, "Trust me, Miss Miserable, you'll find it fun. Make sure your sister comes along too. I don't want her to feel left out."</div>
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"I'll make sure to invite Melody, don't worry. Where are we even going to go to get them? There are tons of stores and they all have basically the same dresses."</div>
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"Prom?" Melody asked, frowning. "I thought it was only for you older kids." She mused, looking up at the ceiling instead of looking at her sister.</div>
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"Yep, prom. Elvira wanted to ask if you wanted to try dresses on with us." Belle smiled, honestly not wanting to go. She hated trying on dresses and shopping. </div>
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Melody scoffed, thinking it would be funny to see how uncomfortable Belle would be there. "Sure, I'll go. Only to see you suffer though." She grinned, turning to face her older sister now.</div>
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Belle glared. "I'll tell Elvie that you want to come. I think she was on about going to a store after closing time so it's all ours. Apparently Aunt Rosie knows someone." She shrugged.</div>
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"You can't not be excited Belle." Elvie grinned, and to Belle's surprise, even Melody had turned against her and was getting excited for prom and playing dress up. "I'm going first by the way. Oldest first." She decided.</div>
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Melody sighed slightly, before nodding, "Yeah, I guess, It's just all the stuff with mom, and what the fake her said," She murmured.</div>
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"The fake her was a bitch. You know that, right? No matter what she said, she was just trying to upset you." Belle tried to make her little sister feel at least a little bit better.</div>
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"I guess." Melody put on a smile, but that didn't really change the way she felt about herself,</div>
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"I like it." Melody grinned back. "Have you got anyone to take you?" She asked, mostly out of interest.</div>
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"Are you going to be a little less miserable now? Your sister's having fun and I'm having fun." Elvie smiled. </div>
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"I'm not being miserable, I'm being skeptical." Belle shrugged. "I still doubt there's going to be a dress that I will literally fall in love with." She looked over at her cousin.</div>
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"I know it seems silly, but you only go to prom once, remember?" She smiled, "You can get married and divorced as many times as you wish, only once will you go to prom."</div>
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Melody stepped out in her dress, a little uncertain. "What do you think? Is it alright?" She frowned.</div>
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"Oh God." Belle muttered underneath her breath, knowing how her cousin could be. "Not about prom and whether or not I want to go, and please not about what I'm going to do when I leave high school." She had enough of the last question. She didn't know, and she was rather sure she would never know.</div>
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"Are you and Axel going to 'do it' after prom?" She asked outright, "You've been dating for ages." She looked over at her.</div>
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"I'd kinda like to know." Melody added, half smiling. "I kinda think you will, after all, you did kiss him the first day you met him." She raised an eyebrow.<br />
Belle frowned. "How do you know that? You were still a baby then. Surely you can't have that good of a memory."<br />
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Belle sighed slightly. "I don't know. I've been kinda thinking about it, but not all too much. I know that with colleges and work, the odds are against us, so... I don't know. He is really special to me, and I honestly think I'm leaning more towards yes rather than no,"</div>
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Belle found herself actually liking trying on the dress. She liked the way it looked on her, and she couldn't help but feel pretty in it. There were even matching shoes with each dress which was useful as it cut down another need for shopping<br />
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And she had to admit, taking all the silly photos was rather fun. Maybe she was being a little bit of a fun killer before (not like she would ever admit that to her cousin of course.) It wasn't like she was about to go nuts over prom like how her cousin was, but she did want it to be memorable and she was rather excited for prom.<br />
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She tilted her head slightly, and she handed him her notebook which read "Didn't I tell you before? I don't have one."<br />
He furrowed his eyebrows, reading and then rereading the note. He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean by you don't have one? Do you mean that you can't remember him?" He asked. "I can't really remember mine either." He shrugged.<br />
Faye shook her head again and wrote "No, I mean that I don't have one. I'm technically a clone."<br />
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Her little story just confused him more, and it brought up more questions. "How do you know you were a clone? And what do you mean about her magic?" He asked.</div>
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"My mom was never really good at bedtime stories." She wrote down in her notebook, and turned a page when he asked about magic. "Fairy magic isn't like witch magic. A witch's magic disappears when the witch dies. Their magic is theirs. However, fairies are different. The next fairy in line has a choice. To either accept the magic or pass it on. If the pass it on then all their spells that can be reversed are reversed. If it is accepted, their magic goes on to the next person in their family, often split between the children than want it." She explained, and shook her hand slightly. She really wanted her voice back, all this writing hurt her hand.</div>
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"Your mom made you lose your voice?" He asked. He knew she was kind of a bitch, but he didn't think she was that bad.</div>
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"More like she took it." Faye wrote down, clarifying. "Writing and speaking of mothers, now you know I'm not mad or anything, I still know where my mother is keeping your mom." She looked up at him, and she saw that a little metaphorical light came on in the back of his mind.<br />
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It was a little later when Belle and Melody came back home from shopping, and they went from laughing and giggling to being serious when they came inside. Both of the girls could tell that there was something serious going on.<br />
Belle narrowed her eyes at the blonde fairy, noticing she looked a lot like the evil one. "Who's that?" She glared.<br />
Ashton spoke up as he was standing next to Faye. "This is Faye. She knows where mom is."<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: That's a rather mean cliffhanger, I know. I aim to have next chapter up before 2015 however, so y'know. Won't be that long of a wait.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've never been to prom before, my first prom is next summer (Summer 2016) and we have two over here. A Y11 one and a Y13 one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope all that fairy and magic stuff made sense, if not what Faye was trying to say was that fairy magic is passed on when a fairy dies to that fairy's children. The dead fairy's kids can chose whether they want to keep it or pass it on. If there's one, and they chose to pass it on, then all spells get reversed, as if that fairy never had their magic. If they keep it, that fairy gets as much power as the dead fairy plus their own. Say if there's two kids, and one says "no, I don't want it" but the other says "I'll have it, I want it" all the power goes to that single fairy who wanted it. (But Faye's an only child so the choice is completely hers.). However, if the spell isn't direct, it can't fully be reversed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On another note, it's snowy outside and it's rather deep so fingers crossed it stays/deepens until next week so no school. First snow in about two years and it's in the holidays *sigh* well, at least I don't really need to go anywhere.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, final note, I've recently hit 10000 pageviews, and me being the generous person I am, have given away <a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/belated-christmas10000-pageviews-gifts.html">these gifts.</a> They can also work as belated Xmas gifts too, so yay! I am just too kind, aren't I? ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I lied, very final note, I shamefully love that selfie picture (♪But first, lemme take a selfie ♪)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Not a good start as I almost spelt Christmas wrong and my computer has me questioning the word spelt</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I planned on posting this before Xmas just fyi, but tis still the season, right?</span></div>
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Anyhoo, slight technical spelling issues aside, I have four presents for you guys as 'Tis the Season and I have 10000 Pageviews (yay)<br />
And the four presents are four of Alyssa's kids: Belle, Ashton, Melody and Nathaniel.<br />
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(Don't tell any of the others, but she's my favourite)<br />
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Artistic, Bookworm, French Culture (hidden) Hopeless Romantic, Perspective and Virtuoso<br />
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<a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/p/belle-matthews.html">Download her from here</a><br />
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(Out of the twins, he was the planned one(well, planned for me. None of these kids were planned for Lyss, whoops))<br />
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Charismatic, Couch Potato, Flirty, Genius, Hot Headed<br />
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<a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/p/ashton-matthews.html">Download him from here</a><br />
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<a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/p/melody-matthews.html">Download her from here</a><br />
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Once her aunt had translated the note, and asking her about her plans after high school, Belle left her aunt's and uncle's house. She went straight back up to her room, and read through what the diary entry actually said in a language she could understand.<br />
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"Dear Diary," Belle started to read aloud, barely above a murmur. "I'm only writing in this to throw them off. Usually, the woman who owns this diary is dumb enough to write in one, and I don't want the family catching on to me, although I think the spawns are a little curious about me. Here's hoping between them they only have half the brain cell they appear to have and they don't catch on."</div>
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"I also decided, why not write down my part of my plan in here, or at least use this diary like a diary and explain what I'm doing. No one will be able to read it except from me, so why not? Weirdly enough, I've been feeling different about kids lately, mostly from being around all the ones in this house. I know I have Faye, but she's a disappointment. She's pretending to be good. What use is that to me? I wanted another Queen to take over and be just as evil as I am, not a little goody goody like how she is. It's like she tries to fail me. I just think it's better that she's gone. Anyway, I was thinking about possibly having another heir to lead on the evil, and I decided that there's a perfectly good man here, that and 'I' have already got five little rugrats, why not pretend that I want a sixth?"</div>
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"I've actually been experimenting a little with my... Ah, lets call my captive my pet, it sounds cuter, right? I wanted to practice my magic some more and while 'I'm' at 'work' I just go to where I'm keeping her and practice magic. I even gave my pet wings once, it was hilarious seeing her so scared and upset. Maybe I should keep her around, or maybe get one of the other spawns to test on. I've only ever tested on fairies before my pet, so this is very interesting. Perhaps I could test on one of the half-dog spawns next. What were they, werewolves? And there's a boy and a girl too! Perfect!"<br />
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"The pet always asks about her family. And I can't help but pity her. She's slowly losing it without her family. But it's not like I don't keep her updated. I tell her about all the mean things I do. She looked like she wanted to kill me when I told her what I said to the eldest, and again when I told her about what I was going to do with her precious boyfriend. What anger issues, huh? After all, we're pretty much the same person, well, now we are at least.</div>
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Belle could understand why her aunt felt uncomfortable reading the letter. She felt even worse knowing that the woman who wrote this wasn't actually her mom, and that her mom was somewhere else. It made her wonder who the person pretending to be her mother was, and why she was doing it. Belle figured the woman must have been some sort of fairy queen, but fairies didn't exist, did they?</div>
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Mostly everyone was downstairs, apart from Belle and 'Alyssa'. Belle went straight up to her, the letter in her hand. "I know you're not my mother." She said outright, scowling. "I read what you wrote, and I know that you've taken her, and you're hiding her somewhere and I want my mom back." Belle glared. "And I intend on getting her back, and making you leave my family alone."</div>
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She was a fairy, and a very pretty one at that. She was grinning, but not a very nice grin though. "Well, well, well. My favourite of the spawn was the one to let me down." She mused. "You're like a little detective, aren't you? That's so cute and adorable." She grinned. "I wish my daughter could be a little more similar to you. Willing to be a bit more devious and willing to lie" She tilted her head and studied Belle, which made the teenager feel uncomfortable.<br />
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"But if I were you, I'd go back to playing hopscotch and making up stories, because there is no way in hell I'm losing what I've worked for to some brat." She sneered, and turned back into 'Alyssa'. 'Alyssa' turned and went into her bedroom, leaving Belle unsure of what to do.<br />
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'Alyssa' knew Tyler would come up to their bedroom soon, she had took his phone and was keeping it hostage until he came upstairs looking for it (not that he knew she took it, of course not, she was smarter than that). She placed the phone down behind the lamp on the bedside table that was on 'his side'.<br />
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She figured it would take him about ten minutes for him to find that it was missing, and about another ten until he came upstairs while trying to find it. That gave her just enough time to get ready and to get what she was going to say in order without laughing or gagging. It was difficult having to be nice.<br />
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As if on cue, twenty minutes later, he came into the bedroom in search of his phone. "Hey Lyss, have you seen my-" He cut himself off when he noticed what she was wearing, or more like what she wasn't wearing. "What's going on?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.<br />
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"Uh huh..." He trailed off too, wanting to know what she's been thinking about. Of course he had the option of finding out himself, but she had told him not to.<br />
"I was thinking about the kids, and I was thinking about us and I kinda want another." She smiled at him slightly. 'Alyssa' found this part tedious. Part of her wishing that she could just do what she did with Faye, but that wasn't in the real Alyssa's style.<br />
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He narrowed his eyes at her. "Another baby?" He asked, "Don't you think we're a little too old to be starting all over again?" He had been rather suspicious of her lately, especially after he heard her and Belle arguing a while ago. The two of them had never disagreed before, especially not to that level.</div>
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Tyler smirked slightly, "Of course, it wouldn't bother you, but it would bother Alyssa." He pointed out, raising an eyebrow. </div>
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"Alyssa's parents were about our age when they had her, and they passed away when she was a teenager. She didn't want the same thing happening to any of her kids, which is why we had Juniper when we did." He narrowed his eyes at her.</div>
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His hand went up to her hair, his thumb and index finger running over the ends. "Y'know, a weird thing happens with shapeshifters. When they get nervous or paranoid or otherwise distracted while in another shape, some of their own features mix in with who they're pretending to be." He mentioned, folding his arms. "And your hair looks like it's going blonder, how weird."</div>
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"It is not." 'Alyssa' huffed, getting stressed. She was so close to the end of her plan, so very close. This wasn't fair, not fair at all.</div>
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"And look at that, you're eyes are going more blue too." He mused, then glared at her. "I grew up with a shapeshifter, I know one when I see one. How about you just give up the act, and tell me where the real Alyssa is." And he closed his eyes when there was a bright light.</div>
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A clearly angry fairy stood before him, glaring at him. "This close. I was this fucking close!" She huffed, balling up her fists so she didn't tear him limb from limb right there, right then. "This damn family, I swear to God! It's like you're immortal or something." She glared at him. "First, I try and get rid of Alyssa and the littlest spawn at once and then-"</div>
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"Wait." He interrupted, "When she almost died, that was your doing?"</div>
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Melancholia scoffed. "Of course it was, Blondie. Who else would it have been? No one's core temperature randomly drops so significantly." She rolled her eyes at his ignorance.<br />
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She rolled her eyes once again, "Well duh. That was what I was trying to do." She muttered under her breath"And you're supposed to be the smart one."<br />
"I am, after all, I saw through your little disguise, right?" He pointed out.<br />
She huffed, "This isn't the last you'll see of me. Trust me."<br />
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"See! I told you! Did I tell you? Of course he would know you weren't me." The real Alyssa gloated while smirking. She couldn't help but get at least a little bit hopeful. </div>
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"He still doesn't know where you are though." Melancholia pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "And he still doesn't know what I'm going to do to you." She grinned wickedly at Alyssa.<br />
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Alyssa's eyes widened, and she backed away. "No, no. Don't you dare." She tried to be overpowering, but she was too scared. She didn't want to go through this again. She just wanted to go home right now. She wanted to be with her family,</div>
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"Congratulations, you're now your worst nightmare." She grinned, "Although, there's nothing wrong with wings." She smirked, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have work to do."</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Dun, dun, duuun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blonde Alyssa looks a lot older than what she is. I'm happy she's a ginger. Ginger suits her better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lot has happened this chapter, it's very much linked to last chapter. Like I was saying yesterday ago, I split it in two because otherwise it would have been very long,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, in case it was unclear, Melancholia pretending to be Alyssa is gone, but Alyssa Alyssa is still gone and Melancholia is very pissed off.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ah, what happy sims I have at the moment :3</span><br />
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She didn't think it was fair. She never had to wear glasses as a toddler. It was only when she aged up and couldn't see anything which was when her daddy got her the evil things. He told her to bite the bullet, and that sometimes we need things that we don't exactly want.</div>
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Juniper huffed, it wasn't fair, at all. None of her brothers or sisters needed glasses. None of them had to have them! It was not fair.<br />
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The fairy looked relieved when she saw him awake, which made him rather confused. What had happened? He remembered that he had an argument with his mom, got annoyed and stormed out. He then recalled ending up somewhere in the woods, and then waking up here.<br />
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Ashton sat up rather slowly when he saw the fairy walking over to him, and he also noticed that she had a little note with her. He half smiled at her and in his still partly asleep state, he murmured "Hey."</div>
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She smiled back at him, and he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't say it back. She handed him a note which read "<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm Faye. I know you've only just woke up, but there's quite a lot we need to talk about. Well, you'll be talking and I'll be writing. I can't talk</span>." and she half smiled sheepishly at him once he had read it all.</div>
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"You're Faye?" He looked at her, and she nodded. "I'm Ash" He introduces himself, and asked"You can't talk? How?" He looked over the note she had written. She had pretty handwriting, a lot of girls did.</div>
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She sighed, and wrote something down in her notebook and tearing out the page. She showed him the note which said "It's kind of a long story...There's a lot we have to go through first though." And she frowned. Ashton could tell it was something serious, he just didn't know what it was yet.<br />
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"Belle? Does your mom know you're here?" Connor was rather surprised to see his sister's eldest daughter on his doorstep.</div>
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"Yeah, she knows I'm here." Belle smiled, lying. Her mom had absolute no clue where she was, and the way she was lately, Belle doubted she cared. "Is Aunt Sabrina in? I was hoping to talk to her." She smiled innocently. </div>
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Her uncle looked rather suspicious of her actions, so she followed with. "We were given this letter in history to work out how old it must be depending on the language, but I want to know what it says." That was only a partial lie. She had figured that the weird language in her mom's diary was one used a long time ago, and she knew her aunt loved historical things like that (or at least, that was what Belle was told.) "I was figuring Aunt Sabrina could help me with it." She smiled.</div>
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Connor narrowed his eyes, still finding it a little odd. "I think Sabrina's in the kitchen." And he stepped aside so Belle could come in.</div>
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Sabrina put Daisy down in the swing, then turned to look at Belle. "Your mom knows you're here, right?" She asked, smiling slightly at her. It was nice to see Belle, Sabrina hadn't seen her for quite a while.<br />
Belle nodded, "I told her. So, I was hoping you could help me with this. It's a diary entry, and I remember that you liked things from forever ago." She smiled. "You're really clever with all this stuff too, it's almost as if you were alive then." Belle decided to kiss up to her Aunt a little, unaware of the partial truth behind it.<br />
Sabrina laughed, a little uneasily. "Almost as if." She echoed, wanting to change the subject from her age. "So, what is it you want help with?"<br />
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Belle had given Sabrina the page from her mom's diary, and watched as her aunt read it though. Sabrina seemed rather uneasy reading it, which worried Belle slightly. It made her worry that she might have to start telling the truth about where she got the page from. She didn't want her aunt or uncle to worry over something that could be possibly just her imagination though, so it wasn't that bad of a lie.</div>
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That, and she liked this so far. It was fun playing detective, she felt like Sherlock Holmes! But she wore dresses and didn't have a hat, scarf or magnifying glass.<br />
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"You were right. It is a very old language." Sabrina murmured after reading the page. "It's Native Simlish, we used it before there was too much of a written down language, which is why some of the 'letters' kind of look like hieroglyphics." She explained, then frowned in a concerned manner. "School gave you this?"</div>
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Belle could tell her Aunt was slightly concerned about the diary entry, which made Belle concerned about her mom. "Yeah, in history. We were told to observe the language differences, specifically the lettering used, but I wanted to know what it means." </div>
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Sabrina frowned. "It's... Incredibly disturbing." She shuddered lightly, not liking the letter at all. "At least, what I can understand of it. It's a diary entry about taking some woman's identity, stealing her family and boyfriend, breaking the family apart and most likely going into darker things." Sabrina frowned. </div>
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Belle tilted her head. "How do you know? I mean, how do you know that it's someone else?" She asked. She wasn't all too sure what to think of what her aunt had found out about the diary entry. Either her mom had developed a disturbing new sense of dark humor, or her mom wasn't her mom at all.<br />
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"Because, it mentions often of this other woman and taking over her life. I'm taking it means literally because it speaks of shape shifting and finding it a pain." Sabrina looked at Belle, and then asked "Do you want me to translate it for you? Then you'd remember what it means." </div>
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Belle half smiled at her Aunt "That would be really helpful." She didn't really know what to think. All this talk of shape shifting and identity stealing made her feel sick and dizzy. Was her mother not her mom? Was that why she has been acting weird?</div>
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"So. what exactly is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Ashton asked, and watched as Faye wrote something down while giving him an odd look</div>
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Faye furrowed her eyebrows at him, wondering why he was sitting upside-down. She showed him the note which read:"Well, to start off, why did you leave your house in the first place? And why are you sitting upside-down?" Faye had her hopes on him leaving his house originally might of had something to do with 'Alyssa'.</div>
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Ashton shrugged "Sitting upside down's comfier, I prefer it and it helps me think. I left my house because my mom was being a bitch to my sister and then when I yelled at her for it she was being a bitch to me so I walked out. I went to the woods, it felt as if something was dragging me somewhere, so I followed and then I woke up here." He explained very briefly.</div>
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Faye frowned lightly, and wrote. "I'm not sure how to write this, but your mom isn't your mom. That's why she's been acting weird. My mom kidnapped your mom, and then turned herself into her to try and ruin your family, but I want to keep that from happening which is why I kinda did the spell which made you feel like you needed to go somewhere and why you woke up here." She half smiled sheepishly at him, watching him read what she wrote.</div>
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"So, let me get this straight. Your mom kidnapped my mom, and to make it right, you kidnapped me." Ashton said outright, frowning at Faye despite the fact she was still upside-down (at least, the way he saw it she was, whereas in reality he was the wrong way up.)</div>
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She pursed her lips, frowning. She wrote down "I'm sorry. But I needed to talk to you." She honestly didn't think her plan too far through on how to talk to him.</div>
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Faye shook her head, and wrote "No. I think I know where your mom is being kept, but I can't rescue her. I can't get in to where she's being kept, and I can't go there because I'll be too obvious." She looked at him and wrote on a separate piece of paper "Which was why I needed to talk to you before it was too late. My mother isn't a nice person at all." She frowned.</div>
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"Right." He murmured, frowning. He wasn't fully sure if he believed her. It was a bizarre idea to comprehend and he wasn't so sure that he did. "What do you mean by before it's too late?" He frowned.<br />
Faye sighed, and wrote down on another piece of paper. "I think you know what I mean." And she frowned, sjowing him the note.<br />
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<a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/chapter-236-identity-uncovered.html">Chapter 2.36 Identity Uncovered</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, this was originally going to be one ma-hoo-sive chapter, but then I decided to keep what suspense I have made and split it in two (Half of the next one is already written even before the pictures of this one were done so... It won't be all too long, no worries.) That and it's to give you an extra long tea break in the middle :3 (or coffee or hot chocolate, or maybe even beer, I'm not judging what you drink).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I decided that one of my sims needed glasses so I gave Juniper glasses, also for the irony. The one who can see into the future can't see, haha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got my first ever C last week :( but I'm saying that it didn't really count because the teacher didn't use a mark scheme (she marked a test on her own accord) and that teacher hates everyone and especially me for no freaking reason, and we haven't even gone through half of what was on the test and no one got more than a B so, yeah. I'm not counting that. I just see it as a bad teacher who's also being petty and stupid by not using a mark scheme on an exam and by not even helping us when we didn't know how to correct the tests we've done. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, bright side, I think I;m doing better in my English because my teacher seems less pointing-out-my-mistakes-ish and she was smiling at me more so... :3 Silver lining.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This has been a rather long AN, mostly me ranting about my psychology teacher (but she is a bitch)</span><br />
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I have no clue why, but I feel anxious writing this.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">probably paranoia again. I get paranoid over everything. Everything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anyhoos, </span>I've decided a hiatus is best for a few reasons.</div>
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First one being school. As much as I love writing, my work and school comes first and I've actually been falling behind slightly (not massively. I've been targeting to get B's instead of A's and A*'s.) but to be able to get into the theatre program, I have to be on top of my studies, and yes, a B is good, but I don't want a B. B is for Bad and I want an A for Amazing.<br />
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Second reason is confidence. I've always had fluctuating confidence. I'll be as vain as vain can be (noticeable, probably. I don't mean to be, I just can't help it.) but... I don't know. I've been in this kind of funk lately. Part of myself wonders what there really is out there for me, and what there actually is for me and what the hell I am and if there's always someone better than I, what am I supposed to do <br />
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I want this blog to mean something to me, and this (the reasons) have really been eating me up alive recently.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ah, I really didn't mean for this to turn into a rant or anything, but it really seems to be going that way. </span></div>
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I'm not sure when me or the Matthews will be back, at least after this term (semester) is over, maybe before. I don't know. It depends on when everything seems to feel better again, and when I feel better about myself again and when I'm feeling more :) instead of :(</div>
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I'll still be somewhat around, just not all too much.</div>
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Au <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">revoir (for now)</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">~Carrie ♥ </span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">P.S. One last thing, happy birthday to my blog on the 1st of December. </span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">Crazy to think that it's almost been a year since I made Erin and Thomas...</span></span></div>
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It was confusing, that's for sure. Juniper was used to Belle's room only having a single bed, and all the butterflies on the walls. Now, there were no butterflies and no princess bed.<br />
At least it wasn't like Melody's room though, Melody's room was all dark and scared Juniper.<br />
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Juniper had seen Belle cuddling a baby, and she assumed it was a boy as it was wrapped up in what looked like a blue blanket and Juniper could tell it was Belle because of her hair. The image was really bright, as always. Boys weren't as good as girls, but that wasn't the point.<br />
Juniper had never, ever seen that baby before, and she knew that babies didn't just come out of nowhere, so she was looking around Belle's room to see where she had hid it.<br />
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Belle looked down at her sister who seemed to be looking around her room. "You're teddy isn't hiding in my room, June-bug." She pointed out, watching as the toddler looked around her room.<br />
"I'm not looking for Squiggles, silly." Juniper giggled, then whispered. "Where'd you hide him?" She asked.<br />
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"The baby, silly." Juniper looked up at Belle, who was very confused. "I saw you cuddling a baby, where did you put it?"</div>
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Belle was more than confused, wondering what her sister was on about. She sighed. "You're only a toddler, and you're already baby crazy." She murmured under her breath. "Junie, you're the only baby in this house. There's no other baby." She told her. "Now, I think we should stop saying the 'b' word, because my boyfriend is over." Belle smiled at her little sister. She thought it was probably best to ask her little sister to be quiet, so she wouldn't have to explain to Axel why her little sister was talking about babies. That would be a sure-fire way to scare off any teenage guy. </div>
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Juniper frowned. "But I saw you cuddling him!" She protested, scowling, stomping her foot and folding her arms as she stood up on the bed. She didn't get why Belle didn't believe her. Juniper rolled her eyes. Sisters, huh?<br />
"And who were you cuddling?" Belle's boyfriend raised an eyebrow, grinning. He knew that her little sister liked to come up with stories sometimes (or at least, that was what Belle had told him.)<br />
"She's just making up stories again." Belle smiled, slightly uneasy. She did wonder what her sister meant, but it was probably best to talk about that later.<br />
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"Besides from my robbery, there's something else I need to talk to you about, and I need your opinion on something." She frowned, serious now.<br />
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"It's my mom's diary. I took it." She sat down on the bed, and placed it in between them. "I figured that if I wanted to know why she said what she said, and why she's been acting so weird, this is my best chance." She explained, frowning.<br />
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"On whether or not I should actually read it." Belle frowned. It was an invasion of privacy, a huge invasion of privacy. She needed to know though. She wanted to know why her mom acted the way she did.<br />
He frowned, looking at the diary as he spoke. "I'm not so sure Belle. I guess that depends on what you want to do." He murmured, feeling rather awkward about this situation.<br />
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"I want to know why she's being so weird, and why she's being so mean all of a sudden." Belle frowned. "She's being horrible, and I don't know why but I want to know why."<br />
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Belle nodded slightly, half smiling. "Yeah, I don't really want to know about who my mom had a crush on in high school." She murmured, opening the diary and flicking through it slightly.<br />
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She looked a lot different from the rest of her family, and even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with that (she liked being different, don't get her wrong) she couldn't help but feel not quite as pretty as her older sister.</div>
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Melody frowned. It wasn't like she was jealous of Belle or anything, after all, her sister wasn't exactly the smartest nor the bravest. Even though Melody could be forgetful sometimes (and her imagination used to get the better of her often) but at least she was rather clever. Belle was as dumb as a bag of...<br />
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She stopped that train of thought, not wanting to be mean to Belle. It wasn't her fault she wasn't very clever. She left her bedroom, and saw her mom in the hallway. She wanted to ask her mom about something, but wasn't fully sure how to do it.<br />
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'Alyssa' rolled her eyes. She was ignoring her on purpose, but now she couldn't. Stupid brat. "Yes?" She asked, pleasantly while smiling.</div>
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"I-I wanted t-to ask you something." The brat stuttered, looking at the floor. Was there something wrong with it? 'Alyssa' sighed, figuring it was probably nervous about something.</div>
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Melody looked down at the floor, regretting asking her mom now. She didn't seem like she was in a good mood. "D-Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked, finally looking up at her mom. She kind of figured that her mom would say yes.</div>
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'Alyssa' sighed. "Well, for a start, you never have your hair down and that fringe? What are you? Juniper's age?" She laughed, then carried on with "And your lips too, they really are quite small. Other than that, you just look plain, there's nothing that's specifically pretty about you." She shrugged, smiling simply "That, and you have nothing to you. You're as flat as an airplane runway." 'Alyssa' laughed, then smiled sympathetically. "At least you'd be able to get work done, maybe for your next birthday, you can get a nose job or a boob job or whatever you want." And then she walked off to her bedroom.</div>
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Belle was idly flicking through the last couple of entries in her mom's diary. She did feel guilty doing this and looking through it, but then again, her mom was willing to keep one secret from her, how many more was she willing to keep?</div>
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She tore the page out of the diary, noticing nothing was behind it. The entry was dated a little bit after her mom's adult birthday, but a change of birthday doesn't mean you start writing in a different language with weird looking symbols! It looks like something they would study in history at school.</div>
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Juniper was thinking about what she saw, maybe it wasn't actually Belle's baby, maybe it could have been a future baby brother for her. She didn't like that thought. Juniper had to be the youngest sibling, that was the rule!</div>
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"I don't want a brother." Juniper told her Daddy, frowning. Her Daddy looked confused.</div>
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Tyler put the book away, looking at Juniper "There's not much that can be done about Nate or Ash, June. I know you prefer your sisters, but we can't trade them in or anything." He half smiled at her.</div>
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She shook her head. "No, they're okay for now." She half smiled, and then explained. "I don't want a baby brother. I'm the only baby." She huffed, folding her arms.</div>
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That just confused him even more. "Did your Mommy tell you a secret about that? Or did you see it?" He asked, picking her up and sitting her down next to him.</div>
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"Saw it." Juniper responded, and couldn't help but smile a little. She always felt special whenever she could see something. "I don't want a baby brother." She frowned, figuring that it might have been a little brother. She didn't want one, ever. Juniper was the youngest, and she wanted it to stay like that. She didn't want to share her room or her toys with an icky baby brother.</div>
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"No baby brother then." Juniper smiled, happier now. She didn't want to share her Mommy's and Daddy's attention with anyone new. They were all hers!</div>
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"No baby brother, or baby sister." He smiled at her. "You're enough of a handful as it is." He grinned at her.<br />
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She quickly went over to him, and tried her hardest to get him to wake up. She knew it wouldn't be a fatal thing or anything but she was still panicking because unlike her, he actually had a family to go home to. She stayed with him, waiting for him to wake up.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Can I just point out how sassy Juniper looks in the sixth picture? She looks so sassy! It's so adorable! It kinda looks like she's with a bunch of people who aren't paying attention to her, and that she's going to diva out at any minute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This would have actually been out a lot sooner if my laptop didn't keep crashing on me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I redid the teenager's rooms (Belle's, Melody's and Ashton's rooms). The butterflies and princess bed was too little kid-ish for Belle, so I gave her a new pretty room, and I gothed up Melody's room. Her's is my favourite.</span><br />
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<i>Juniper had learned how to escape her crib</i></div>
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It wasn't all too difficult. She just had to climb over the railing and then slowly lower herself down into a pile of stuffed toys.</div>
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She had a nightmare and wanted cuddles which was exactly why she was in Belle's room. Belle gave good cuddles, and she told really good stories too. Mommy didn't like telling stories and she didn't like cuddles anymore, and her daddy gave good cuddles but not very good storied. He tried but he always told boyish stories better, and wasn't good with princess stories. Juniper wanted a princess story, and Belle was always the best at telling them.<br />
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It was weird to her seeing her sister's room all dark, and Juniper whispered to the flower lights "Can you turn on? Turn on please." She frowned, and watched and waited but the flowers refused to turn on. Meanie flowers.<br />
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Belle woke up when she felt something tapping on her foot. At first she thought it might have been the dog feeling lonely, but she saw someone smaller and even sadder looking. "Junie? What's wrong?" Belle asked, frowning.<br />
She knew her little sister had managed to break free of her crib. She had found many times Juniper had escaped from nap time to wait for her coming home. Belle was annoyed the first time at the thought of her sister breaking into her room, but it was sweet. Her little sister missed her when she was at school.<br />
"I had a bad dream." Juniper frowned. "I want cuddles and story." She looked up at Belle expectantly, wanting her sister to make everything better again.<br />
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Belle only turned on one of the lights, the one closest to her bed, and she pulled Juniper up on to her knee. "You want a story, hmm?" She smiled down at Juniper, who smiled back up at her.<br />
"I want a Princess story!" She grinned. "Daddy isn't as good as you with those stories." Juniper also tried sucking up to Belle in the chances of getting a story.<br />
"Okay, I think I have one in mind. Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom not unlike our own, there was a King and Queen who really wanted a baby of their own so there would be a prince or a princess to take over once they were gone. After a long time, the King and Queen finally got the baby they wanted, a beautiful baby girl." Belle started, looking down at Juniper who was looking back at her with amazement and interest.<br />
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"The King and Queen had a party to celebrate their Princess being born, and afterwards having the good witch of the kingdom over to check on their daughter. The witch was known for being the best healer there was, and the King and Queen wanted to make sure their Princess was perfectly healthy. The Queen was worried that something bad might happen to the Princess and after waiting so long for her, neither her nor the King wanted anything to go wrong.<br />
The witch checked on the Princess, and she was a perfectly happy, healthy girl. The witch had even promised to give the Princess a gift only magic could give, But then something bad happened, and a bad person came into the room."<br />
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"The evil fairy was angry that the King and Queen had ignored her, and didn't invite her to celebrate their daughter being born. Before the King could stop her, the Queen begged the fairy to not harm their daughter in any way, but this only gave the fairy ideas, and she was even more furious that the Queen would think something like that.<br />
The fairy put a curse on the Princess, and that on the day of her young adult birthday, she would prick her finger on something sharp, and fall to her death." Belle carried on with the story.<br />
"Does she die?" Juniper interrupted.<br />
Belle sighed. "You'll find out if you just listen."<br />
"I don't want her to die though." Juniper whined.<br />
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Belle, ignoring Juniper's input, continued the story "The Queen and King couldn't help but feel guilty, the Queen more than the King. However, the good witch still hadn't given the Princess her gift yet. The witch couldn't reverse the spell that the fairy had cast, but she could change it. Instead of the Princess falling to her death when her finger was pricked, she would instead fall into a deep sleep that only true love's kiss could wake her from. The witch could only change the curse to that, but she wished she could change it to something else. Even though the Princess was little, she was going to marry a Prince from another town when she was old enough, whom may or may not be her true love. There was nothing the witch could do though. It was either sleep or death, and at least with sleep she would be alive.<br />
The King and Queen also asked for the witch to take the Princess so the two of them knew that the fairy wouldn't be able to find the Princess if she was with the witch. They wanted to witch to raise her as her own, and give all the love to her that their Princess would need, but to make it clear to the Princess that she was completely ordinary, just like everyone else in the Kingdom. The King and Queen knew that when the time was right, the witch would tell their daughter who she really was and the witch did as she was told and took the Princess home."<br />
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"Not a lot did happen to the Princess until the day of her young adult birthday. The witch had kept her promise of keeping the Princess out of harm, and the Princess was perfectly safe. She had grown up with grace and manners, just like how any Princess should be. The Princess knew she did come from Royalty, but she wasn't sure how or from where.<br />
Today was one of the days where the witch would allow the Princess out unsupervised. Even though she was almost all grown up, the witch was worried something would happen. Today however, the witch was planning a surprise for the Princess's birthday, and she was going to make sure the King and Queen were there to see their fully grown up daughter and so the Princess could know who she really was."<br />
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"While on her little outing, the Princess saw a handsome Prince." Belle was interrupted again by a gasp from Juniper. She soon continued "The Princess was too shy to go up to where he was wandering around the valley. She knew she could have helped him and showed him around, he obviously wasn't from this Kingdom."<br />
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"But the Princess just couldn't do it, and she watched as he soon left. She didn't even know if he had seen her. The Princess didn't know she was a Princess. If she knew, she would have spoke to him. The Princess knew that the Prince would just shoo a peasant, like how she saw herself, away. She didn't want to end up hurting, so she just left it be, and she went back home to the witch."<br />
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"When the Princess did get back to the witch's house, all she could talk about was her very brief encounter with seeing the Prince. She was truly head over heels, but the witch remembered that the Princess was supposed to marry another Prince from another Kingdom. The witch forbade the Princess from going outside, not wanting anything else bad to happen along those lines. The last thing the witch wanted was for the King and Queen to be angry at her for ruining the Princess's future plans."<br />
Juniper frowned, interrupting Belle again. "So, does the Princess not fall in love with the Prince?"<br />
Belle sighed. "Wait and see June-bug, wait and see."<br />
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"The Princess ran off, in the night, when the witch couldn't stop her. The Princess didn't know where she was going, but she felt a natural draw to the old castle. Little did she know, that was where the King and Queen were. The Princess was unaware of where she was going, all she knew was that there was something in her trying to tell her to stop. She couldn't though.<br />
She went in to the castle, and went up one of the towers and she saw a very sharp sculpture at the very top of the tower."<br />
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"She reached out her finger, and she pricked her finger on the top of the very sharp sculpture. Just like that, she fell into a deep sleep. Unknown to the Princess, the witch wasn't so far behind the Princess, and tried to stop her before she pricked her finger, but it was too late. The Princess fell into a very, very deep sleep."<br />
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"The King and the Queen were heartbroken over what had happened to their daughter, and they had tried everything to wake her. They had every single suitor over to kiss her, to see if she could wake up but it was no use. None of them woke her up."<br />
"Aw." Juniper interrupted, yet again, this time disappointed,<br />
Belle continued. "However, there was still one man who hadn't tried, the Prince hadn't tried kissing the Princess yet."<br />
Juniper gasped with excitement. "I hope it works." She grinned.<br />
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"The Prince kissed the Princess, as a last hope to wake her up. He gave the Princess a long, soft kiss and then pulled away, To his amazement, the Princess's eyes started to flutter open, and she sat up. She smiled widely when she saw the Prince in front of her, and a little while after the kiss, the King, Queen and the witch told the Princess who she really was, and that the Prince was the one who she was arranged to marry,"<br />
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"The curse had been broken by true love's kiss, and the Prince and Princess soon got married after the news of her being fine spread around the Kingdom. The two of them became the new King and Queen of the Kingdom and they had a family together and they lived happily ever after." Belle finished the story, grinning.<br />
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"Did you like that story?" Belle asked, smiling. It was one of her favourites when she was little. She always imagined herself as the Princess, apart from Belle was still a little unsure of where her Prince was<br />
Juniper nodded quick;y, grinning. "Yeah!" She giggled, bouncing up and down. "Wanna 'nother story!" She beamed.<br />
Belle pretended to over think the decision. "Hmm, I suppose I can allow one more story. This one is called Beauty and the Beast." and Juniper grinned, ready to listen,<br />
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"But, one thing wasn't so perfect for Belle. There was this boy who was constantly after her affection. All this boy thought about was himself and he thought the world of himself. His name was Gaston, and unfortunately for Belle, the only thing he loved more than himself was her!" Belle found it rather odd to talk about a character with the same name as her, it was as if she was talking in third person.</div>
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"He was yucky. Very yucky." Belle frowned in return. "Belle's knew she could trust her dad though, The village saw her father as a mad man, but Belle knew her father wasn't insane. Her father was just a little eccentric, and she loved him for that." Belle smiled rather sadly, but Juniper didn't notice. She was mostly focused on the story. "Her father had to go though, as he was an inventor, and there was a huge fair a few villages over specifically for inventions. Belle knew she would miss her dad, but he would only be gone for a few days."</div>
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"It had been quite a while since Belle's father had left, and Belle was really worried. What made it worse was that Gaston was still fighting for her attention, and he even proposed to her."</div>
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"Icky indeed. Belle said no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. This made Belle annoyed, and she demanded for him to leave. Belle had more important things to worry about, like where her father was."</div>
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"That night, Belle heard the whinnying of her father's horse, the one her father had left on. She got worried, realizing something awful must have happened to her father. She needed to find her father, and didn't see any other option than to mount the horse and ask him to take her to where her father was and his horse raced off with Belle to find her father."</div>
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"The horse stopped outside of an old castle, and Belle slowly got off of her horse. She was nervous about this old castle, mostly because she now knew that her father didn't just get lost, but that he was being held somewhere. Belle approached the castle, and knocked on the door, but no one was there. She just walked in, and saw that the castle was empty."</div>
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"Belle called out, but no one was there. She took it on herself to begin to search for where her father may be.She did eventually find him, but he was locked away, down in the dungeons of the castle!"</div>
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Belle frowned. "You will, I promise." She smiled at her.</div>
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"Belle would do anything to make sure her father was okay, he was getting old as it is and she knew he was getting sick. The Beast was furious that someone broke in to his castle so he wanted someone to suffer because of it. Much to her father's dismay, Belle offered to stay there instead of her father and the Beast accepted her offer on the condition that Belle would have to stay there, forever. Belle accepted the offer.</div>
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The Beast got rid of Belle's father, before she could even say goodbye to him. The Beast then showed Belle to her room, and she was honestly glad she wouldn't be staying in the dungeon. The Beast told her that she could go wherever she wanted, but not the West Wing. The West Wing was forbidden."</div>
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"Belle was allowed to stay in a big and fancy room, but it didn't have a lot to it. She would have preferred her home with her father any day. She stayed in the room for a long time, even past dinner tine. She refused to go down for dinner, mostly just wanting to sit and feel sorry for herself. She had just lost her dad that day, and she had to stay in a castle for the rest of her life.</div>
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"When Belle went into the last room in the West Wing, the only thing that was there was a rose, and it looked as if it was wilting away too. It made Belle wonder what the harm was with the rose and the West Wing in general. She reached out to touch the rose's petals. It almost seemed magical in some type of way, it seemed to glow and give light to the room.</div>
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She was close to touching the rose, but then she heard the Beast walk in to the room, and she quickly walked away from the rose. He was furious at her, and he was yelling at her. She tried to explain herself, but he asked her to leave the West Wing, and to stay out of it too. But Belle was going to do better than that. Promise or not, Belle was going to leave the castle, and go back home."</div>
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"On her way home, she ran across a violent, stray dog, and noticed that not too far behind, there was a pack of violent dogs. Belle got worried, knowing that if she had her father's horse around she could have just rode away. But right now, she was face to face with an angry dog, and she had no clue how to defend herself. Luckily though, she didn't have to defend herself too much. She hadn't got too far away from the castle, and the Beast saw her against the dog and the others close behind. He saved her from the violent dogs, although he got hurt himself."</div>
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"Belle felt bad about what happened to the Beast and how he got hurt while saving her. She wanted to look after him and make him feel better. It was a little difficult at first. He had a bit of a temper, and she didn't like people being rude to her and she knew her own mind. Funnily enough though, they managed to become rather close."</div>
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"Beast couldn't help but think about something, about how he got turned into a beast. He wasn't always that way, but an enchantress turned him into a beast because he was selfish and mean. He was told that only love could turn him into who he used to be, more importantly, someone loving him. He knew there was the perfect girl, one he was starting to get those kinds of feelings for."</div>
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"He was a little worried though, in case she would never feel the same way back about him. The Beast never told her about the spell, knowing that he couldn't without possibly ruining everything. It wasn't like girls as pretty as Belle came to the castle that often so he wanted a way to impress her, and to show her that he had been listening to her. He knew that she liked books, and he knew that he could use that to his advantage."</div>
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"Belle didn't understand why he wanted her to have her eyes closed as she walked into a room she had never been in. To her, it could have just been any other of the millions of rooms that she hadn't yet explored, but the Beast was determined on making this a surprise. Belle was amazed however when she opened her eyes. It was the grandest library she had ever been in, more books that she had ever seen in her life." Belle found herself happy at the thought, wishing their house had a fancy library like that.</div>
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"Beast was startled when Belle hugged him tightly, but he knew that he had made her happy, and he started to get hope that he could be turned back into the Prince that he used to be before the spell, and he was hopeful for probably the first time since being turned into a Beast."</div>
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"So, he could be a Prince again if she says she loves him before the petal falls?" Juniper asked, and Belle nodded.</div>
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"The night before his birthday, Beast and Belle decided to dance in the ballroom. It was Belle's idea because she hadn't seen the ballroom yet, and she really wanted to celebrate his birthday for him. She didn't know just how important his birthday would be though, for him in particular."</div>
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"It was a wonderful and magical night, and the two of them even kissed a few times. There was something still bothering Belle though, her father and his already declining health. So, when the Beast asked her what was wrong, she answered that she missed him. And even though he didn't want to let her go, he knew she would be happier with looking after her father and her family, so he let her go."</div>
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"Belle got home just in time, as her father was being taken away to the crazy people hospital." Belle frowned. "Belle knew her father wasn't crazy though, but the town was convinced as he kept going on about the Beast. Gaston was there too, and he told Belle that everything would be happier if she married him like how he asked."</div>
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"Icky." Juniper frowned, not as enthusiastic as before. She was getting tired, but she wanted to know what happened at the end.</div>
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"But Belle wasn't going to take it. She slapped Gaston, and proved that Beast was real. She told Gaston that she felt more towards the Beast than what she could ever even imagine feeling towards him. Gaston really wasn't happy though, and set out for the castle, to kill the Beast." Belle frowned, and Juniper gasped.</div>
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"When Beast saw Gaston with his sword, he honestly didn't feel like fighting. He had lost Belle and she meant the world to him. Once he had finally started to love, she had gone. But then he heard Belle wandering around the castle, and realized that she had come back, and that there was still a chance. He fought against Gaston, wanting to win and wanting to be with Belle until the end of their time."</div>
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"Beast was distracted for a moment, when he saw Belle again, and thankful that it wasn't just his imagination. However, while he was distracted, Gaston stabbed Beast in the back. However, Gaston soon lost his footing and fell off of the balcony. Belle watched as the Beast fell to the floor."</div>
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"Belle went to Beast, heartbroken. She didn't want it to end this way, but he seemed alright with it. He was happy that he got to see her one last time and then his eyes closed. Belle was really upset, she didn't want it to end like this. She loved Beast, and she even said it aloud. She rested her head on him, but then something magical happened." Belle grinned.</div>
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"The Beast turned back into his normal self, the non-Beast kind. Beast was a Prince again." Belle grinned, and Juniper smiled tiredly. Belle could tell that Juniper was just trying to make it to the end. "The curse was broken, and he and Belle lived happily ever after. The End." Belle grinned.</div>
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"How am I ruining his life?" Melancholia asked, rather defensively. She didn't mind the accusation of ruining people's lives if she was, but currently she was only ruining one family's lives right now.</div>
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Melancholia grinned, maliciously. "Because you're my daughter, I'm going to give you a choice. Either your magic, or your voice." </div>
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She sighed heavily. "Fine. You can have my voice." She frowned. Even though her mother was untrustworthy, she knew that she would keep a deal.</div>
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Melancholia cast the spell, taking Faye's voice away from her, and giving her more magical powers. She then smirked. "Have fun never being able to talk again." She grinned. Faye's eyes widened, and she tried to object but she couldn't. Melancholia smirked still "Did you think you would get you're voice back after you cast the spell yourself?" And Faye nodded in response. Melancholia laughed. "Sorry Faye. But like you said when you left, I'm just a bitch." She grinned. </div>
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She grinned when she got an idea. There was a man inside who loved the woman she was pretending to be, and real Alyssa already had one brat with him... All it would take was a little convincing.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I let my little, Disney princess loving, kid out in this chapter (despite the fact that Beauty and the Beast used to terrify me when I was little, I hated it when Beast got angry and it scared me :c ) . I was going to stick to the actual fairy tales but the Disney versions were a lot more... Ah... Child friendly shall we put it.</span></div>
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"Mom?" Oh, there she was. 'Alyssa' sighed, but then noticed how she was storming over. She grinned to herself, this could be interesting.<br />
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Belle narrowed her eyes at her mom, wondering why she was talking in that tone. "Why did you hide the message from me?" She asked straight out, frowning.<br />
"Message?" 'Alyssa' asked, having no clue what Belle was on about. "What do you mean?"<br />
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"Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean." Belle glared at her mom. "I mean the message my dad sent me, the message about wanting to meet me that you hid from me!" She accused, really angry now. How could her mom hide something like this then play innocent like she had no clue about what was going on.<br />
"Belle..." 'Alyssa' sighed. Out of all of them, Belle was probably her favourite. She didn't need as much attention, and she could pretty much do anything for the other brats and wouldn't question it. Belle was her favourite brat. "I honestly don't know what you mean."<br />
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"Yes, you do. I know you do. You and Tyler were hiding it from me, I know you were." She sighed, exasperated. Her mom was really starting to bug her lately. It seemed to be almost as soon as Juniper was a toddler, her mom turned into a bitch.<br />
'Alyssa' laughed, honestly finding Belle's little outbreak entertaining. It was fun to mess with Alyssa's kids. "Really? You've thought it over in that tiny, little mind of yours, and that's what you came up with?" She folded her arms, mockingly. "That me and Tyler are hiding something from you?"<br />
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"Yeah, that is what I think. And I don't just think it, I know it. You're hiding something from me, and you hide things from pretty much all of us. Like with Ashton and Melody. When was the last time they even spoke to their dad? And me and Nathaniel don't even know who the hell our dads are, and Nate probably thinks Tyler's his dad, when he isn't. It's like you don't care about what's going to happen after that! All you care about is yourself!" Belle yelled, finally letting it all go, and it honestly felt good to tell her mom all of that. She was being selfish.<br />
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Belle didn't expect her mom to take it the way she did, she was smiling. "With due respect, Belley Boo" 'Alyssa' started, mocking friendliness and then the nastiness came, but still in a friendly tone "Your dad didn't want anything to do with you before that message, and you're right, I am selfish, but not as selfish as you. Do you have any idea what you did to my life? You pretty much put a damper on all of my social life and made me have to give up on my career." She spoke softly, nicely which contrasted with what she was saying. "And I mean, who can blame your dad for calling after so long? He probably felt pity on me for having to deal with an accident for so long, an accident I honestly wished that I had taken care of when I first found out about you. If I did that, I could possibly, at worst, have a little scar tissue or something, rather than a teenager."<br />
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Belle looked at her mom in horror. Had she really just heard what she heard? "What?" She asked, quietly. Her mom didn't want her? That wasn't a nice thing to think about at all, it hurt to think about.<br />
"You heard me, and you said I was being selfish and keeping secrets, so there you go. There's the truth for you Belle. You were an accident, and if it wasn't for you, I could have been much happier." 'Alyssa' said simply, and watched as Belle walked off.<br />
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Belle went into the closest room she could see, and just broke down crying. Her mom really did know how to be mean when she wanted to. She couldn't believe what her mom had said. Her mom had basically said that she wished she was never born. It made her heart hurt to think about. She knew what she had said about her mom being selfish was mean, but her mom was nasty for keeping her dad a secret from her.<br />
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Belle brought her knees up to her chest, resting her head on her arms. She was feeling a mixed of sadness and anger. How could her mom say something like that? What on Earth was wrong with her?! Did her mom really hate her? If so, she didn't have to be so mean!<br />
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She picked up the guitar, more than ready to smash it into one thousand pieces. She was just about ready to hit it over the wall, before she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. At first she thought it was her mom, but the voice wasn't her mom's. "And just what do you think you're doing with my guitar, young lady? Just put it down, and then we can talk."<br />
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Belle looked at the ghost, unsure if she should talk or not. What if someone could hear her? Then they would obviously think that there was someone else there, and she would wind up in trouble.<br />
"You can talk, you know. The room's sound proof. Your granddad made it that way for me." She half smiled, then sighed. "So, what's going on?"<br />
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"Mom hates me." Belle said, straight out. "Sh-She said that she wished she had 't-taken care of me' when she could, a-and that she d-doesn't want me." She choked out while sobbing and hugging her grandmother tightly. Apparently the myth about ghosts being not fully solid was a lie. Even though the hug felt a little cold, it was a nice feeling.</div>
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"I know this probably isn't much of a consolation, but whenever I got upset, I turned to music. You might not be quite the same way as I am, but it does help, and by that I don't mean smashing up my guitar that's probably older than both you and your mom put together. No one else uses these instruments, so they're yours for the taking if you want them."</div>
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"I can kinda remember coming in here when I was little." Belle mused, thinking about it. "I have no clue how I got up on the keyboard stool, it was probably taller than me. I know my mom didn't help me up because I think she freaked out when she saw me on it." </div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I hated writing that little speech Alyssa gave Belle. I felt so heartless, but I had to do it. It ties in, but I still feel like I was being a bitch to Belle (even though she's actually fine. I just feel bad for story her.) and yeah. Sorry Belle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I'm starting to rethink Juniper as heir now after seeing teen Melody. No, I rolled for Juniper to be heir, Juniper's heir. But Melody's so pretty, but Juniper's heir. *Sigh* I really want single with double help so I can keep all three girls, I love them all so much! <3 (Sorry Ashton and Nate, but they all have the eyes)</span></div>
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"It's not violent, it's just a racing game. Besides, it's just something to do while your mom gets a birthday cake for Nathaniel" Tyler murmured, watching the TV screen closely. He furrowed his eyebrows seeing the car that Nathaniel picked out, "The purple one? Are you sure Nate? We could have the red one, or the blue one?" Tyler suggested.</div>
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"It's my birthday!" Nathaniel grinned, looking up at his mom. He figured seeing as though it was his birthday, he should get whatever he pleases.<br />
"I've noticed, based on you were a toddler but now you're not." 'Alyssa' responded, starting to get a little bored of all this mundane family life style<br />
He frowned, a little bit hurt. "Anyway... I was hoping we could go to the beach!" He grinned, managing to stay enthusiastic. He really wanted to go to the beach, he could build a sand castle and a sand car and a sand flat screen TV<br />
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"It's Autumn." 'Alyssa' grumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's too cold to go to the beach." She rolled her eyes.<br />
Nathaniel frowned, wondering why his mom was being so mean. "Oh, okay." He frowned. 'Alyssa' got even more annoyed now he looked like he was about to get upset. The last thing she wanted was a sniveling little kid.<br />
"Why don't you ask Belle to drive you down?" She suggested, sighing. At least he didn't look like he was going to cry anymore. She couldn't help but wonder how kids could be such idiots sometimes.<br />
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"There's someone in the sandcastle bit." Nathaniel frowned, once him and Belle were at the beach. He didn't really like being around other people he didn't know.<br />
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Nathaniel wasn't fully sure what to say to her, he wasn't used to talking to people he didn't know. "Y-You're sandcastle's pretty." He spoke quietly, looking at his shoes more than the pretty girl.<br />
She smiled at him briefly, then her attention went back to her sandcastle. "Thanks. My aunt taught me how to make them." She then shuffled over slightly, looking up at him. "Want to watch me build a new one?" She asked, destroying the sand castle in front of her.<br />
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"Why did you destroy it?" He asked, frowning as he sat down on the sand. "It was good already."<br />
"Good, but it wasn't perfect. I wanted it to be perfect and it wasn't perfect." She looked at him, holding sand in her hands. She smiled again, and introduced herself. "I'm Callie."<br />
"I'm Nathaniel." He introduced himself in return. "And I thought it was pretty perfect."<br />
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"That's quite a long name." Callie noted, frowning slightly. "Don't you have a nickname or something?" She asked. "I want to call you something shorter if we're friends."<br />
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"Of course!" She grinned, lifting her hands up with sand following. "If things aren't perfect, then what are they?" She asked. "Anyway, I'll show you how to build a sandcastle." She smiled.<br />
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"Did you see which one went further?" Nathaniel asked, looking over at Callie who was grinning.<br />
"I think we should just say I won. I'm a girl, and girls are always right, so I won."<br />
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Nathaniel spent most of the day with Callie, while Belle was probably somewhere else on the beach. He wanted to just watch the waves for a while and Callie happily agreed. After a long time of being quiet, she said "I'd like to be a fish." She smiled to herself, seeing the occasional fish jump out of the water.<br />
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"Not all fish get ate." Callie pointed out, laughing a little. "I think it would be nice. You can swim wherever you want to, and there's such a huge area to swim around in. That, and if something goes wrong, you can just swim away from it. That, and you wouldn't have to ride everywhere on a bike, you could just make friends with a turtle and ride on your turtle friends" She smiled, then sighed. "It's not like that for us. We have school." She grumbled.</div>
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"My dad really doesn't like it when I'm late home." She frowned, and stood up. She was about to go before he stopped her to ask.</div>
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"No, no, no! I had the ball, you just took it off of me!" Nathaniel complained, rather annoyed by the fact Ashton was winning.</div>
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"Too bad, sucker." Ashton grinned. "Even Maya's on my side." He gloated, using the fact Maya was sat next to him as the dog being on his side.</div>
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"Bonjour? Commet alez-vous, mon Belle?" Was that her dad? She wasn't fully sure, but what are the chances that someone else was French and called her that? "I'm sorry it took me a long time to answer, I was scared. I didn't know what to do with a baby. I'm not scared now though, and I know he or she likely isn't a baby anymore." And she stopped listening then. That was her dad. Who the hell else could it be?</div>
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Birdies were so cute! She wanted a birdy. She wanted a pigeon, but her daddy always said that they were dirty. They didn't look all too dirty. They looked nice. Maybe she could be friends with one of them! She would like that. She could be friends with all the birdies! She could even be the Queen of the Birdies!<br />
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"If you go up to it, it's just going to fly away." Holly noted dryly as Juniper went a little closer to the pigeon. Holly was the only one out of Rosie's kids that was a vampire, and she kind of liked it that way. She didn't like the sun though, nor the outside, but her aunt Alyssa was over, and her mom had told her to spend time with her cousin.<br />
"Birdie!" Juniper chirped, and began to go towards the bird. She went slowly at first up to her first follower. She could almost picture it. She would have her own tiara and all the birdies would sing to her. It was perfect! She approached the pigeon cautiously.<br />
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Juniper went to the pigeon and leaped on to where it was to catch it. She didn't fully think it through, as she was now on the cold, hard ground with the pigeon long gone.<br />
Holly shuffled over, sitting in the shade now. It still kept the horrible sun off of her, which she wanted. "I honestly can't say I didn't see that coming." She laughed a little. "What did you expect?"<br />
Juniper didn't find it as funny. Her birdies were all gone, and her knees hurt and her hands and arms were all tingly from the landing. She started to cry, experiencing one of the worst times of her life. She couldn't be Queen of the Birdies now. She didn't have any birdies to be queen of.<br />
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"My arm's squiggly!" She cried out, not knowing the word for tingly. She didn't like the squiggly feeling at all. It kinda hurt.<br />
Holly sighed, and went to look at Juniper's arm. It looked perfectly fine. "I'll get aunt Alyssa." She stood up, "She'll know what to do." She half smiled, then quickly went to find Alyssa.<br />
"Squiggly." Juniper murmured as Holly left, shaking her arm. She really didn't like the feeling. She knew that her mommy would make it all better though. Mommy always made everything feel better, it was her job.<br />
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What she saw was a little fuzzy, and really bright, it hurt her eyes a little. It was a weird feeling Juniper got, it was as if the picture had overtook what it was she was looking at. The picture took over the grass and trees of outside.<br />
What Juniper saw was her mommy, and she was upset. Juniper hated it when her mommy was upset. It made her feel not very nice inside. She wondered where her daddy was in that picture. Her daddy always made her mommy feel better, and he always made her smile again.<br />
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Meanwhile, inside, 'Alyssa' didn't really have much input on the conversation between the <strike>bit</strike> witch and her 'sister-in-law'. Surely, she should have had something to say, if she was going to keep up the lie, but it was easier to claim she was staying out of it.<br />
"I'm just saying self-soothe is better for babies. It's tough love. They can't always be depending on you." Rosie pointed out, and 'Alyssa' could tell that she was trying to keep her cool. She grinned inwardly, finding it amusing as she got annoyed. Maybe she should agree with 'her' sister-in-law, just for the amusement,<br />
"How is it better? It's better to look after them, and care for them. Daisy's only young, and I don't want her crying in the night because she misses me." She defended herself, frowning. Sabrina then turned to her. "What do you think Alyssa? Do you think you should look after and care for your child, or do you think you should be neglectful?" Sabrina shot a look at Rosie, who rolled her eyes.<br />
"Its called teaching the child independence." She corrected. "But what do you think Alyssa?"<br />
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'Alyssa' had no actual view on this. She didn't really care all too much, it wasn't like she had kids. Sure, the real Alyssa did, but they were old enough to not fully needed her, The youngest two, maybe need her. She knew Tyler would just look after them two though, after all, that was the main reason she made him come here too. Juniper wanted to come here with her, and 'Alyssa' didn't want to deal with her on her own.<br />
She half smiled at Sabrina. "I personally agree with you, Sabrina. I think it's better to attend to a baby when it's upset." And she ignored the look Rosie gave her as she smiled back at her like nothing in the world was wrong.<br />
Sabrina grinned at Rosie. "See? Told you I was right. Maybe you could try the right way with the next baby."<br />
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Rosie scoffed. "I'm not doing that. Independence is a good thing, and the baby needs to know that." She sighed, but soon smiled when she saw Holly up at the table. "Is something wrong, Holls?"<br />
Holly frowned, and looked at Alyssa. "Juniper's upset." She said basically, knowing that Alyssa would probably do something. Moms were always good at this sort of thing.<br />
"Is she?" 'Alyssa' asked, humming a little. She knew that the little spawn would soon cheer herself up when she saw some butterflies or whatever. Juniper was like that, and it bugged her. Always optimistic and happy. Most children were the same anyway. Easy to upset and fun to mess with, which was exactly why 'Alyssa' wasn't taking all too much interest in Juniper being upset.<br />
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Juniper was really bothered by what she saw. She didn't understand, why was her mommy upset? And where was she? Wasn't her mommy inside? She didn't get it, and it really upset her more on top of her birdie followers flying away and her squiggly arms (which were partially fading by now). How could a day get any worse?!<br />
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She was slightly happier when she got cuddles from her daddy, but that still didn't mean she was fully happy. "Why mommy sad?" She asked, "Where's mommy?" She asked again, wanting to know. She didn't get it.<br />
Tyler was rather confused by what Juniper was going on about. "She's inside, and she's not upset." He told her simply, figuring it was just more of kids having wild imaginations. Still, he would much rather be confused by Juniper than near Rosie's husband. Tyler knew that some vampires were alright (and Rosie being fine is a sign of that) but he still couldn't help but be at least a little uneasy.<br />
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Juniper shook her head. She knows what she saw. "Mommy's upset. Saw it." She frowned, looking up at him. "Where is she?" She asked, wondering where her mommy was.<br />
Tyler frowned, curious about what Juniper meant. "What did it look like?" He asked her, and sat her down on the floor as he sat down opposite her, He had a sneaking suspicion about his daughter and her persistence on believing what she saw.<br />
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"Mommy was sad." Juniper frowned. "And she was on floor." She described, tilting her head. Why did it matter what she saw? She wanted him to know that he should make mommy happy again.<br />
He sighed ever so slightly, remembering that she was only young and didn't understand. "Was it really bright?" He asked. He had an inkling that Juniper had developed clairvoyance powers from somewhere. He knew that there was magic in both his family (obviously with him being a mind reader) and he recalled Alyssa mentioning something about her mom being a teleporter. Neither of them stemmed clairvoyance though, which confused him.<br />
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She nodded. "Ouchy on eyes." She frowned, which was Juniper-ese for it hurt her eyes.<br />
Tyler frowned, figuring his suspicion was right, "Right." He murmured. He knew someone who was a clairvoyant and well... Needless to say, he didn't want his daughter turning out that way, He sighed, before speaking. "You're going to have to do a favour for me, Juni. Can you do that?" He asked, putting on a smile as he did.<br />
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"Imma big girl. I can do it." She grinned, not taking in how serious her daddy was being.<br />
"I know you are." He smiled at her, then continued with, "Whenever you see something, you can't tell anyone, okay? You have to keep it a secret. You can tell me, mommy, your teddies and your brothers and sisters, but no one else." He was stern but soft. He didn't want people to treat her differently because she could see into the future.<br />
"Can I tell Maya?" She asked, tilting her head like how a dog would. "Maya's good with secrets." She whispered, smiling.<br />
Tyler grinned, "Yes, you can tell Maya. But make sure she doesn't tell any of her puppy friends." He smiled at her.<br />
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Once Tyler was gone, Sabrina grinned. "What did I tell you, hmm?" She then started to mimic what the real Alyssa had said a while ago "<i>There's nothing there. You're clutching at straws, me and him are purely platonic. Sure, there was something there once upon a time, but I doubt there's anything there now</i>." And she laughed. Obviously, 'Alyssa' had no clue what was going on. "So, when exactly is the wedding?" She asked.<br />
Before 'Alyssa' had time to talk, Rosie playfully hit her on the arm. "You and him are getting married? You tell your sister that first, and then your sister in law." She grinned.<br />
Alyssa shook her head. "We're not engaged, Rosie. And I'm honestly I'm not sure what's going to happen." She shrugged.<br />
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"Are you being stupid on purpose?" Sabrina teased, grinning. "I mean, he loves you and you love him. What's going to happen that will get in the way of that?"<br />
"I can answer that, nothing." Rosie grinned, then looked at her little sister. "And when you do get engaged for real, you tell me first. Echoing what Sabrina said, nothing will get in the way of you and him being happy." She smiled.<br />
'Alyssa' grinned, all too knowingly. "I was being silly before. Nothing is going to get in the way of me being happy."<br />
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The real Alyssa had almost the opposite feeling that the fake one. She missed her family, she missed Tyler, she was even beginning to miss the washing machine that was always breaking on her (no matter how many times she kicks it). It was really making her upset being away from her family for so long.<br />
She heard someone behind herself, and rolled her eyes. Another damn fairy. They were all like little pests, all of them are like mosquitoes. Unfortunately, she left her bug spray at home.<br />
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Alyssa moved her hair forwards slightly, not wanting the fairy to know she was crying. "I swear, those kids of ours." She heard the fairy laugh, and Alyssa gritted her teeth. "I mean, Juniper, God bless her, she isn't very smart, is she? She doesn't take after us." She grinned. Melancholia preferred being herself whenever she could be.<br />
"Don't talk about <i>my</i> daughter that way." She was starting to get annoyed now. "She's my daughter, and they're my kids." She growled.<br />
The fairy sighed, "You never know Alyssa. As it stands, I could be their new mommy. Your boyfriend certainly can't tell the difference between you and me. Maybe I'll get used to this, playing happy family." She mused.<br />
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"They've my kids. No matter what you do, they will always belong to me. Me. They're mine." She growled, and it was a good thing for the fairy that there was a fence, otherwise there would be fairy face confetti all over the floor.<br />
"That's cute, you trying to intimidate me, when I'm the one on this side of the fence." She grinned. "You're not going to be able to go until I have what I want." She smiled dryly. "And thanks to the little pep talk your sister and sister in law gave me, I know nothing is going to stand in my way."<br />
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"You will never, ever get away with this. They'll realise you're not me." Her fingers curled around the fence, furious.<br />
"I don't think so. Your kids will soon forget what you were like, I mean, lets face it, they have a two second memory. That, and your sister and sister in law think that your precious boyfriend wants to propose. Wouldn't it be funny if I got the ring and you didn't?" She laughed.<br />
Alyssa frowned, going through a mix of fury and wanting to cry. Tyler was her boyfriend, not the fairy's. "He's mine, not yours. You can't just steal away my life!" She yelled.<br />
The fairy simply laughed. "I already have, Alyssa. I already have." And Alyssa watched as the fairy walked off.<br />
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Once the fairy was gone, Alyssa sat down on the bed, and started to cry. She felt helpless as that fairy slowly tore apart her family life. She had worked so hard to make her life the way she wanted it to be, and now she finally had it, someone was just going to come and take it from her.<br />
She would have been optimistic in thinking that she could somehow beat that fairy, and somehow get out of here and somehow get back home, what how could she? She felt utterly helpless.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The conversation/argument that Rosie and Sabrina were having, I honestly have no opinion on it. I just heard that argument on Desperate Housewives (between Lynette and Susan over how to help baby Paige when she was crying) and that's where I got it from. I have no personal views.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As for Juniper, she's adorable to write for. I can't remember who it was, but they said that they used to say their arms felt squiggly when they meant that tingly feeling. Thinking about it, I think that person meant when they had pins and needles, but it can transfer :)</span></div>
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It was starting to get colder as it was autumn and there was a slight sign of frost on the ground, it was still fun however. Plus all the leaves littering the floor, and the colourful trees made it feel even more autumnal.<br />
Belle challenged the twins to a pie eating contest. She mostly did it with the knowing that she would win. By logic, she should win because she was the biggest and the oldest. Then again, her younger brother and sister were werewolves so... She wasn't so sure.<br />
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She was relatively sure that Melody wouldn't win, she got distracted very easily. That was probably why their mom never got one of those kid ovens, Melody would probably forget about anything she might have put in it and burned the house down.<br />
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"I'm going to win." Belle said confidently, grinning at the blueberry pie in front of her. She knew she was going to win. She was the oldest, she should win.<br />
"Nuh uh! I'm gonna win." Ashton corrected, ready for this. He wanted to win, and he was going to. He wanted to show his sisters that he was clearly the best, and boys are the best.<br />
"In your dreams." Melody retorted. "I'll be the winner."<br />
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And as the contest started, their faces went down into the pies. Each of them were determined on winning, so hopefully the pie trays didn't slip off of the table. A noticeable thing was that the blueberries got almost everywhere. Belle honestly saw herself as lucky having a rather small nose being that blueberries were everywhere.<br />
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Melody was the first one with her head up from the pies. "I won!" She yelled, grinning. "Haha! I won!" She jeered at her siblings, who were still working on their pies.<br />
Belle still had hopes that she could at least come in second. She couldn't lose to both of her siblings, that would be embarrassing. She tried eating it faster, ignoring the nauseous feeling she was getting. She wasn't able to ignore it for too long though. She probably shouldn't be eating so fast...<br />
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It became even more apparent when she couldn't finish the pie and had to throw up because of it. So, there Belle was, throwing up from a damn blueberry pie, with it smothered all over her face. How the hell could it be even worse?<br />
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"Belle?" Of course it was her boyfriend there. Her boyfriend who had probably just seen her throw up. Great. "Are you alright?" He asked, slowly walking up to her.<br />
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." She muttered, wiping the pie muck off of her face. She didn't want her boyfriend to see her with pie muck all over her face. That was not a good look, at all.<br />
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"I could always take you home if you want?" He suggested, smiling at her.<br />
She shook her head, almost too quickly. "Somehow, I doubt that Tyler would let me go home, on my own, with a boy." She looked up at him, and as his hands set on her hips, one of her hands ran through his hair.<br />
What Belle said was partially a lie. She knew her mom and Tyler trusted her alone, but she wasn't so sure if she trusted herself. Don't get her wrong, Axel was perfect for her, and she was sure of it. She just didn't want things to change between them, and she was terrified that going to far would. She was scared that sex would ruin things between the two of them.<br />
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She rested her head on him, her arms wrapping around him. She didn't want to get upset over it again. It was such a silly thing to get so bothered over. She knew that everyone had to grow up, but part of her wished that she could do the growing up but without the sex part of it all.She knew he would never, ever pressure her, and he never has. She felt like a bad girlfriend for not wanting to go too far. She almost felt as if she was keeping him from something, but she just couldn't bring herself to want to do it.<br />
She knew that sex meant almost nothing to other people, she had seen people panic more over losing their phone than losing their virginity. But it was a huge deal to her whether or not if she didn't or did want the label of not being a virgin anymore. It meant a lot to her.<br />
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She wanted love to be the way it was in fairy tales. She wanted it to be as cheesy as most fan written stories were. She didn't want lust nor sexual yearning. She just wanted love. She wanted kissing to be the worst thing one could do. She buried her head into his shoulder, knowing that she was getting herself in a state over nothing in particular, but others just didn't seem to get it.<br />
"Belle? Are you sure everything's alright?" Axel asked, noticing that she had been quiet for a while. He's noticed that she's been acting strangely lately.<br />
"I'm fine. Just fine." Her voice was quiet. She didn't really trust it to go all too much louder. She pulled away from him. "I think I'm just going to go home, on my own." Belle murmured, and walked off before he could say anything or stop her.<br />
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She went straight home, and sat down on the floor next to the door. She didn't want to explain why the subject of sex made her react this way. She wasn't fully sure herself to be honest. She just wanted someone to sit with her while she was upset.<br />
Even though Belle thought her mom would be in, and perhaps her mom would sit with her (not that she would ever tell her mom what was wrong), she was more than happy to have Maya by her side. She knew she could tell each and every one of her secrets to her dog, and nothing would ever come of it. Belle knew Maya would just listen, and maybe Maya would nudge her with her nose every so often. Nothing else was needed to cheer her up.<br />
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Alyssa was fast asleep in bed. She had no clue where she was, based on the fact the last thing she remembered was recalling what had happened before passing out. It seemed like it was almost a trend now.<br />
Melancholia couldn't help but wonder if she should freak the human out with what she had planned. It would be a good laugh, wouldn't it? But when she saw Alyssa start to wake up, she decided against it. Perhaps if she had stayed asleep a little longer...<br />
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She woke up groggily, possibly experiencing the worst hangover imaginable. She could kind of understand it though. There was ethanol in chloroform, and ethanol in alcohol. She didn't feel the same pang of fear she got when she saw the fairy. She wasn't afraid. What could she do to hurt her? She knew her family was behind her.<br />
"Morning." Melancholia smiled, watching her, "Or it may be evening, you don't know. We're quite far underground." She mentioned, rather nonchalantly.<br />
Alyssa laughed. "Are you trying to scare me? If so, you're really doing a bad job." She grinned.<br />
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"Surprise, hm?" Alyssa couldn't help but be slightly cocky. She had no reason what so ever to be afraid of this fairy. She knew in her heart whatever would happen, it would take a lot to break her. She knew she'd be out in no time. She couldn't help but feel at least slightly nervous however though,<br />
"Surprise indeed. And I really don't appreciate the tone. Just for that, I'm going to be even worse." She smiled bitterly. She felt the usual sensation of magic surround her, but this time was slightly different. She was slightly used to the different feeling of magic through practice though, "You might want to close your eyes." She warned, as the bright light started to surround her.<br />
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'Alyssa' rolled her eyes. "I swear, I've not yet got the dimwitted part down yet." She grumbled, and sighed. "Basically, I figured that I'd prefer to drive your sister insane over the fact that you, well us now, were miserable. But then you just had to go off and be happy and fulfilled." She rolled her eyes. "So, I came up with a new plan. If I wanted what I want to happen, I'd have to do it myself. I need to actually do something to sort the problem out." She looked at the real Alyssa accusingly. "Then, I figured, I'd hurt you and your family without your input. I'd do it on my own. You know what they say, if you want a job done, you've got to do it yourself." She grinned, maliciously. The real Alyssa wasn't so sure of what to actually say.<br />
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"Twouble!" Juniper exclaimed, giggling. "Twouble! Twouble!" She repeated. kicking her legs in the air and giggling loudly. It was slightly scary when her daddy held her up high, but it was the fun kind. Juniper liked being tall. She wanted to be as tall as a tree one day!</div>
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'Alyssa' gave him a rather skeptical look. "I was fine. Were you worried? You know you don't have to." She smiled at him, remembering that she had to be nice. Ugh, it was a lot easier being a bitch. You don't have to get people to like you if you're a bitch. "I'm fine."</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I was a model today(at a friend's party)! I got my hair and makeup done and I got to pose and be all pretty <3 I really loved it, the perfect thing for a vain person like me to do :D (now if only I could convince my mum to let me actually do more things like that... But I doubt I could because I love chocolate too dearly)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The section with the two Alyssa's may have been rather confusing. In basic, Melancholia kidnapped (adultnapped? Alyssa's technically older than Melancholia...) Alyssa, and Melancholia intends to keep her locked up in a cage/cell until Melancholia (who shape shifted to look like Alyssa) has destroyed her family. The fake 'Alyssa' with have ''s by the name.</span></div>
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And she did have all of her family around, which was an obvious positive. However, the thought of being old still loomed over her. She still felt as if she was really old. She had a teenage daughter for crying out loud! She loved Belle, without a doubt, but she did wish she was younger.<br />
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After her birthday, in the evening, Alyssa couldn't help but examine the way she looked closer. She frowned, wanting to be young again like how she was when she was younger. When she could go out without having to worry about if the kids would be alright.<br />
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She decided to go back to the not-so-mommy-ish part of her wardrobe, wanting lowbrow fun. She just wanted to go out, have fun and feel young again.<br />
When she saw the perfect outfit, she couldn't help but get at least a little excited.<br />
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Alyssa looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel confident about herself. She grinned, "Five kids and I've still got it." She said to her reflection, smirking. She turned around to see if she looked just as good from the back, and grinned when she did. She didn't care all too much about going out on her own, if anything she would prefer it. As long as she made sure she didn't get herself into too much trouble, she knew she would be fine.<br />
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"I'm just worried that-" Tyler frowned, looking at what Alyssa was wearing. He knew that even around here not everyone was nice, and they had even nastier thoughts. He didn't want her to get hurt.<br />
"Sh. I'll be fine. I'm an adult, and I know how to handle myself. It's not like I'm a teenager anymore. Once I mention I have kids and that I'm an adult, any creepy guys will be gone." She smiled slightly, making a light joke and trying to convince him while interrupting him at the same time. "I won't be going anywhere bad, just one bar, a few drinks and that's all. I'll be back before you know it." She smiled at him.<br />
He sighed, still rather uncomfortable. "Just, be careful, Also mention to any creepy guys that you have a tough boyfriend that could easily beat them up." He smirked, and Alyssa raised an eyebrow at him. "Or at least try to." He shrugged a little.<br />
"You won't need to try and beat someone up for me." She laughed. "What's the worst that could happen anyway?" She smiled, and kissed him before heading out.<br />
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When she was there, she noticed that unlike outside (where there was a large group of men drinking and scoping her when she walked in while making rather vulgar comments about her) the bar area was pretty much dead. "How come all those guys are outside?" Alyssa asked, fairly certain that none of them outside would hear.<br />
The bartender shook her head. "They're the guys who run their plays strategically. They decide to scope out who enters first then once she's out of earshot, they decide who'll be 'after her'." She rolled her eyes. "They're a bunch of pigs, the lot of them." She snarled.<br />
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"Well, yeah those guys don't seem like the best, but not all guys are like that." She shrugged. "My boyfriend's nice." She smiled, assuming that the bartender probably went through a bad break up or something as to why she hated guys. Or maybe she was an extreme feminist?<br />
She laughed, cleaning the bar. "Wow, it really is easy to tell you come from here." She murmured under her breath, then looked at her. "How do I put this... I'm more into dinner and breakfast than a relationship. And I like everything on the menu, if you get what I mean." She winked.<br />
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"Oh." Alyssa murmured, not fully sure what to say. It certainly wasn't what she thought to say the least. "I-um..."<br />
The bartender grinned. "It's fine, Sweetie. I'm not a predator or anything, you don't have to worry." She laughed lightly. "I'm Lindsey by the way." She introduced herself, then asked. "What drink can I get you?"<br />
"I'm Alyssa." She smiled slightly in return. "And whatever drink you recommend." She grinned.<br />
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After making the drink, Lindsey went back to cleaning out a glass. "It's a Passion Killer. It's melon and passion fruit liqueur with tequila." She explained.<br />
Alyssa hesitated slightly before picking it up. "I like your eyebrow piercing by the way, it's cool." She grinned, and took a sip of her drink.<br />
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She groaned slightly. "It's like you're yelling." She grumbled, and moved her hand to rub her eyes when she felt something weird on her eyebrow. "What's that?" She asked quietly, rather worried. It made it worse that she couldn't remember what on earth happened the night before. Now she thought about it, her nose and lower lip kind of hurt too. Oh God, did she get in a fight?!</div>
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Tyler winced slightly, not so sure how to tell her what it was. "You should probably look in the mirror." He had no clue how she would react to it.</div>
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"Your boots are so cute!" She recalled Lindsey saying. "They would go perfect with my outfit."<br />
Alyssa looked down at her boots, then at Lindsey's shoes, figuring that hers would go perfect with her outfit too. "Yours would go perfect with mine too." She then grinned. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked, starting to take off her boots, wanting to swap shoes.<br />
"Fine, just be careful with my Barbie shoes." She warned, taking off her own shoes and putting on Alyssa's boots,<br />
"Barbie? Is that what you call your shoes?" Alyssa asked, putting on the Barbie shoes<br />
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"Don't pretend like you've never named your shoes. Come on, there's something fun we can do upstairs." Lindsey grinned, heading in that general general direction.<br />
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"Sorry Barbie shoes, I stole you." Alyssa murmured, leaving Tyler rather confused.</div>
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"Crap." She whispered, seeing the piercings she got. No wonder her nose and lip hurt. She's got metal sticking out of holes in her face! Why the hell did she get a piercing?! She didn't just get one either. Three! She got three piercings! Didn't the piercer realise she was drunk? Or perhaps they pick out the drunks in particular. "Oh my God," She whispered, honestly hoping this was somehow a dream. She didn't want those piercings anymore.<br />
"Oh wow." Tyler grinned slightly, seeing something else she got done last night on her lower back.<br />
She groaned. "What else did I get pierced?" She grumbled, and turned around.<br />
"Not quite a piercing. You got a tattoo on your lower back." He said gently, hoping she wouldn't react all too bad. He could tell she was still in partial shock from the piercings discovery.<br />
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"Oh my God!" She yelled, not bothering about the pain it would cause from her achy head. She then remembered not to be so loud because the kids were still asleep. "I have a freaking butterfly tattoo!" She yelled in a whisper, freaking out. "I have a butterfly tattoo and I have three piercings." She sat down on the bed, her head in her hands.<br />
"I kinda like nose piercing." He grinned, and got a glare off of her. He sighed, "Your tattoo looks a little bruised though, did you fall coming back in?" He asked.<br />
Alyssa tried to think of what happened, and another hazy memory came back to her. "Not coming back in." She murmured.<br />
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"I remember this place now!" Alyssa's voice was slightly slurred, and her mind wasn't working quite as quick. "I met Tyler here when I was younger." She recalled aloud but her eyes widened when she saw what Lindsey was doing.<br />
"Apart from back then, there probably wasn't this." She smirked, managing to keep perfect balance against the pole.<br />
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"H-How did you get up there?" She asked, in amazement. The last time she recalled. there was a shuffleboard table, and not a stripper pole!<br />
"It's easy." Lindsey grinned, and got down from the pole. "Why don't you give it a try?" She suggested.<br />
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Alyssa held on to the pole, and casually swung herself around on it. "This is kinda fun." She grinned. Not like she would ever take up a profession like that, she couldn't. She knew that her brother and sister would probably lock her up in the house if she ever did.<br />
"And boring." Lindsey sighed. "Take it from someone who knows, the poles are used to be sexy and the best moves are usually the ones where you lift yourself off of the ground. Why don't you try it? And we'll see if we can make it rain." She laughed lightly.<br />
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"You're pretty good at this." Lindsey smirked. "Are you sure you've never done this type of thing before?" She asked.<br />
"I had to climb the rope in P.E at my school, but that's it. No other experiences with poles or ropes." She murmured, starting to go lightheaded. Was the pole always this slippery? She tried to keep herself up on the pole, but it didn't last all too long.<br />
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She landed on her butt and her lower back with a thud, groaning. She was just lucky she managed to turn halfway through the fall so she didn't land on her head and hurt herself.<br />
"I'm too old for this." She grumbled. "I'm an adult now, I'm too old." She managed to sit up,<br />
She scoffed. "You're never too old, honey. I'm half grey, and I'm still not too old for this. Age is physical, feeling old is mental. You can do all the stuff you want even when you're an elder if you really wanna." She grinned, and helped her up. "There's one more place we need to go."<br />
Alyssa looked up at her, before taking her hand. "Wherever you want." She grinned.<br />
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"Accident involving a stripper pole." She grinned sheepishly. "This girl called Lindsey kinda pressured me into it." She murmured, resting her head on him and cuddling up to him. She felt tired and kind of just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a while.</div>
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"I kinda like some of the piercings. It feels like I'm dating a bad girl or something." He grinned at her.<br />
"Sorry to disappoint, but they're not staying and the tattoo I'll think about." She knew that getting tattoos removed was supposed to be painful. She didn't really want to go through pain if she could avoid it.<br />
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"That depends on if you take the kids to the festival, and I'll meet you there in about an hour or two after?" She looked up at him. She loved all of her kids, she really did, but she didn't love how loud they could be, especially when she was hungover.<br />
"As long as you promise not to stay here too long." He wasn't fully sure on how long he would be able to manage for while making sure everyone was still somewhere near.<br />
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She had this irrational feeling like someone was watching her. She knew she had criticized it many times in movies, but she couldn't help but ask: "Is anyone there?". She wasn't so sure if the silence was comforting or worrying though. There were no sounds of footsteps around, or any noise at all. That put her oh so slightly at ease.<br />
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There was the feeling of arms around her, dragging her backwards. Alyssa tried kicking, screaming and biting but there was some sort of cloth over her mouth hidden by the stranger's hand. Whatever it was, it smelled sweet and made her feel kind of light headed.<br />
"If I were you, I'd shut up. I can easily snap your neck and I'd have no hesitation in doing so." Alyssa recognized the voice from somewhere. She couldn't fully remember where though. "Just let the chloroform do it's job." There was a slight hint of happiness behind the stranger's voice, and Alyssa remembered where she had heard that voice before.<br />
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<i>"I know all about you Alyssa Matthews. Creepy as it may sound, I've been interested in your family for a while. Mostly because of what your sister did. See, your sister killed one of my close friends. I think you knew her too." </i>It was that psycho fairy! That was the voice. She could remember clearly what had happened now, and knew why she felt uneasy in Juniper's room. That psycho fairy tried to kill her once, which probably meant...<br />
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"I swear, it's like you've put on weight." Melancholia grumbled, picking up Alyssa once she was unconscious. She honestly preferred her that way. She was a lot better when she wasn't talking, and a lot better when she wasn't as chirpy. Melancholia knew her plans would be difficult, but she also knew her plans would finally give her what she wanted and more. She couldn't help but smirk.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was going to have this chapter out yesterday but I had a performance yesterday, and honest to honest I'm a little disappointed with how it went. There were a bunch of technical glitches at the start and two people forgot important lines (one guy didn't even bother freaking learning his lines, and he had a fucking bigger part than me! I'm not saying I should be queen or anything but come on! That ain't fair. He had all the important lines and stuff too.) But at least I got to be the main character for a little bit where I nearly tripped and caused a domino effect by knocking everyone else down (in true Carrie style.) but at least I didn't live my fear of falling off the top block which is about 5ft high and break my nose. Accomplishment for the clumsy!</span></div>
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She sighed, irritated. "Just spit it out, and maybe I won't kill you this time." She growled, and huffed. "Maybe though." She warned.<br />
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"Ithinkyoushouldleavethemortalfamilyalone." The maggot spat out quickly, and noticed Melancholia's obvious anger. "I know you've worked hard on your plan, but why not just wait a while? Why not just relax for a while? Get your revenge another time?" He suggested gently.<br />
"Please tell me you're kidding." Her fists clenched into balls, counting to ten in an attempt to calm down and not rip off his head there and then. "You do realize their family killed one of our own!" Her voice rose to a yell, and she stormed over to him. "We will not just 'relax for a while'." She mimicked his voice, rolling her eyes.<br />
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Her hand went over his cheek, and she took joy in seeing how truly terrified he looked. Of course, he was wise enough to know what she could do. She wanted her worms and maggots to be afraid of her, especially her little henchman one. "You are scared of me, yes?" She asked grinning while her hand was still on his cheek.<br />
He wasn't all so sure of what to answer with. Either answer could end badly for him. If he disagreed, she would kill him, but if he agreed she would probably still kill him. However, agreeing may make her happier. "Yes." He answered carefully, knowing that there was a wrong answer, but unsure if there was actually a right answer also.<br />
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Her hand drifted down his cheek, moving towards his chin. "As you should be," She answered simply, still seeing the fear in his eyes. It made her feel high and mighty knowing her monkey followers were terrified of her. She felt the usual tingle of magic running through her fingertips, and the little sparks lead directly to him, and she watched as the ice took over his features.<br />
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She rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving him frozen. He'd be unfrozen again in about a little over half a day, he was just lucky that she was nice enough to only freeze him this time. She could have burned him alive, or she could have done what she tried to do to the <strike>bitc</strike> witch's sister. It infuriated her all the more when she remembered how her perfect plan fell at the first hurdle.<br />
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Melancholia watched the fire at the back of her bedroom with interest. She watched as she thought and thought as she watched. She wanted a way to get back at their family and she wanted that more than anything in the world. She watched as the fire took over the wood, and burned it to a mere crisp, and that was when it dawned on her.<br />
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The wood didn't just burn and disintegrate on it's own. It needed help from the fire to do so. If she was going to get what she wanted, she couldn't just let it happen on it's own, she had to help. She had to be like the fire. If she wanted there to be warmth (or in her case, revenge) the flame would have to help otherwise nothing would get done, Without the flame, the logs would just lay there, doing nothing and staying the same way.<br />
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She smirked, finding a whole new plan to get her way. If she wanted what she wanted, she would need to interfere. She had the perfect plan for it too. Melancholia looked down at the way she looked, knowing that things would look and be different for a while to make her plan work but she also knew that it would be truly perfect. She would be able to damage their perfect little family so easily.<br />
She grinned, figuring that her now frozen worm was right. Perhaps she did need to be a little bit nicer to their family. Maybe a gift to their newest little spawn should suffice.<br />
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Melancholia couldn't help but smile at least slightly at the little human spawn. Some of them were cute, when they weren't crying, puking or slobbering everywhere. It was being rather cute though, that's a bright side. At least it wasn't crying. She looked at the small spawn, trying to remember what it was called. It was some form of tree... Maple? Wait, Juniper! That was it. It was an odd name for a mortal.<br />
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She sighed softly. "It would be so much more interesting if you were called Clair, as in Clairvoyant. It would make what I'm going to do all the more better with an added pun." She grinned and felt the usual tingling of magic spread through her fingertips and on to the spawn. She watched at it struggled slightly. "You might not like the power of sight, Spawn. But I don't care all too much about you." She said simply. "If anything, you should thank me. Being able to see the future would make your life so much more interesting." She shook her head softly. "That, and they say you should give babies gifts, it's some sort of social protocol, so here's yours."<br />
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Melancholia pursed her lips, and rolled her eyes as it started to cry. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. It was just a little tingling, you're really over sensitive." She sighed. She bit her lower lip when she started to hear someone in the house come into the spawn's room, and glared at it. "Maybe if you just shut up, I'd be able to talk to you longer. It's a bit of a shame though seeing as though all you can do apparently is drool and cry, you can't add anything to the conversation." She huffed "But I'm positive we'll meet again." She grinned slyly, and put the spawn down before vanishing out of the room just in time.<br />
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Melancholia was gone before Alyssa went into the room to check on Juniper. "Were you just lonely?" She asked Juniper, cuddling her close. She couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy in here. She can't fully remember what happened, she did however remember that whatever did happen to her happened in here. She glanced over in the back corner, making sure nothing was there as she held Juniper just a little bit closer feeling as if she needed to protect her more from whatever it was that may be in the room. There wasn't anything there, but she couldn't escape the feeling.<br />
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She smiled however when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and her worries just dissipated.<br />
"Morning." Tyler grinned, and kissed her cheek. "Are my two girls alright?"<br />
She sighed slightly. "One of us was crying because one of us was lonely, and the other is crying because one of us is going to have a birthday tomorrow." She frowned. "I think you should be able to work out who is upset over what."<br />
"Yeah, and I'm a little worried that Juniper's upset about her birthday today." He teased, and got a deserved eye roll off of Alyssa.<br />
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Alyssa sighed, and went to place Juniper back down in her crib. "She's probably looking forward to her birthday today, she probably doesn't feel old." She grumbled, almost jealous.<br />
"You're not old, Lyss." Tyler knew he had to play this right so he didn't accidentally offend her. "It's only your adult birthday, it's not like it's a death sentence." He shrugged, saying it like how it was.<br />
"That's easy for you to say. It's not your birthday until the day after." She grumbled.<br />
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"But you'll still be a young adult while I'm not." She pointed out, turning and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "I don't want people to think I'm a cougar with a younger guy on my arm." She giggled.<br />
He grinned at her. "You better buy me something nice if you want me to stay." He grinned, and she smiled in return.<br />
"We'll see, based on if you're a good boy toy or not."<br />
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Alyssa picked Juniper up after her birthday, finding it a little weird how there weren't any babies in the house anymore. She knew that Juniper was the last of her kids though, she didn't want any more babies.<br />
Juniper giggled as her mommy and daddy kissed her on both cheeks. Being the center of attention was great! Why can't it be her birthday every day?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I'm very happy with the way Juniper looks (right now at least I am. She looks cute as a toddler) She has the purple eyes too! Squee! Carrie's happy</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of her, the previous scene with Melancholia with Juniper should hint (strongly) at what her career is gonna be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This chapter would have been out sooner but I was in London for the weekend so I was busy shopping and I got another Hard Rock Cafe shirt. I'm collecting them now. I have 3 (New York, Rome and London) so I now have a collection <3</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think my favourite is my London one. It's black and purple and rock/punk-ish. It's cool </span></div>
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Everything was going a lot slower now. Minutes felt like hours, and when an hour finally did pass, it was just met with more dreadful waiting. Tyler honestly felt as if the clock in front of him was mocking him somehow.<br />
The only thing he could think of was Alyssa, and whether or not she was okay.<br />
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He and Belle had just been out on a driving lesson, and when they got home, no one was downstairs and there was the sound of Maya barking and growling.<br />
"Is that Maya?" Belle asked, "I guess she must have gotten to one of the stuffed toys." She laughed lightly.<br />
Tyler frowned, getting a bad feeling. Even though Maya was an Alsatian, she hardly ever growled or got angry at anything. Something was wrong, very wrong. "Check on your little brother, I'll make sure your mom's okay." He went upstairs.<br />
Confused, Belle followed him upstairs but she went into Nathaniel's room.<br />
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He wasn't so sure what to expect when he found her, but his expectations were far from what he saw. He saw Maya nuzzling up to Alyssa and pining, whereas Alyssa wasn't moving at all. He was frozen just looking at her, a million things going around his mind about what could be wrong with her.<br />
"Alyssa?" He asked, and knelt down next to her, he honestly hoped she just fell asleep. She was complaining that she was tired earlier.<br />
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She was cold, colder than what someone who was just asleep should be. "Alyssa?" He repeated, wondering what the hell had happened. He and Belle had been out for less than two hours, how could something so bad have happened so quickly?<br />
He was relieved by the fact that she was still breathing, and that she still had a pulse. It was slow, but she was still there. She was still breathing. He got out his phone, and dialed an ambulance.<br />
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Before going, Tyler told Belle briefly what had happened (only mentioning that something was wrong and Alyssa needed to go to hospital.) and he asked her to stay at home until the twins got home from their after school activities and then either her aunt or uncle would be able to drive them up to the hospital. He felt bad about leaving Belle on her own, but what else could he do? He couldn't let the twins come back to an empty house, but then again he couldn't just wait here while Alyssa was hardly even breathing. What else could he do but suggest that Belle waited there for a while? What else could be done?<br />
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Nothing else could be done. All that he could do was hope that Alyssa and the baby were alright. He honestly didn't understand how she could go from being perfectly fine one moment and a while later unconscious.<br />
Tyler felt guilty. Maybe if he hadn't have gone out driving with Belle, Alyssa might have been alright. He couldn't help but feel as if he could have stopped all this from happening. He could have stopped it from happening if he was there with her.<br />
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He remembered when he first met her. She was rather tipsy, probably didn't know fully what she was saying, but she was flirting with him.<br />
"So, if we were together, what would happen if I did make you jealous?" He asked, remembering that he was trying to be as cool as he could be. It wasn't an everyday occurrence that a girl like her would talk to him. He also recalled that the line sounded a lot more smooth in his head than it did aloud.</div>
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"Then I'll do something crazy to prove you're mine." She answered simply, grinning. He remembered the slight hint of mischief behind her violet eyes.</div>
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"Like what?" He asked, amused. He honestly wanted to see what she would do, wondering what the 'something crazy' was.</div>
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Alyssa grinned, "Like this." And she wrapped her arms around his back, and kissed him.<br />
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He also remembered when he and Alyssa convinced her sister that they were together, and that Belle was his.<br />
"See? I told you that I would cope." It was weird thinking of Alyssa not being able to cope with a baby. She was an amazing mother to Belle, Ashton, Melody and Nathaniel. She was a real life supermom, managing to keep all four of her children happy, and managing a career too (even though she paid much more attention to her children than her career). He also knew that she'd be amazing with their daughter too...<br />
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He knew somewhere deep down that she would be alright, he knew that she would be fine, but there was that little voice in the back of his head that reminded him that there could be a chance that she wasn't okay, and that the last thing he said to her was about that phone call.<br />
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He wanted a future with her, he wanted her to be his forever. She was by far the best thing in his life, and she was the only one who made him so incomprehensibly happy. He loved her, and he knew that she loved him. He knew that they were (as cheesy as it may be) made for each other. She was the only one for him.<br />
He didn't want to say goodbye to her.<br />
"Tyler?" He heard someone call his name, and for a moment he was optimistic because it sounded like Alyssa. But it wasn't her.<br />
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It was Rosie, with the kids in tow. Rosie's and Alyssa's voice were very similar after all, they were half sisters. The only difference was that Rosie's voice was a little hoarser, deeper and mature than Alyssa's was.<br />
Rosie walked up to him."Have they said anything?" She asked, frowning and Tyler simply shook his head in response.<br />
"They said they'd let me know on her condition when they knew more." He sighed. It was over an hour ago that they said that, and no one had even been down into the reception area.<br />
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Rosie sighed slightly. "I think the kids are a little tired. When they get worse, I'll take them back home." She murmured, yawning.<br />
Tyler frowned. "Is everything alright, Rosie? You look really tired." He spoke rather cautiously, knowing that Rosie already wasn't his biggest fan ever since he and Alyssa lied to her.<br />
"I'm fine. I've just not been sleeping all too well." She responded, sharply. She sighed, "Sorry. Can you get me a coffee? I think there's a machine upstairs."<br />
"Sure thing. Make sure the kids don't get in trouble." Tyler soon left, and Rosie say down on the chair next to Belle,<br />
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"So, Elvie tells me that you have a boyfriend." Rosie started, grinning while keeping hold of Nathaniel who keeps trying to squirm away.<br />
"Yeah." Belle mumbled idly, more wrapped up in her own thoughts. What if something did happen to her mom? Then what? She wouldn't have a mom, and she'd have to chance of ever meeting her father. Unless, if her aunt knew something? "Do you know anything about my dad?" She asked.<br />
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Nathaniel soon scampered off over to Ashton and Melody, and Rosie looked up as she thought about it. "You're dad? I don't really know Belle. All I know is that your mom once told me it was Tyler-" Belle's eyes widened, and she pretty much blanked out the rest of what her aunt was saying. She honestly had no idea what to even think. Tyler couldn't be her dad, could he? No, he couldn't. She didn't look anything like him, and her mom kept saying that her dad was French. Belle was fairly sure Tyler wasn't French.<br />
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"I know Tyler's not my dad, Aunt Rosie." She sighed. "That and mom says I got my hair colour from my dad."<br />
Rosie furrowed her eyebrows. "That's what I said. He and your mom lied to me quite a while ago." She summed up, and Belle realized she probably should have been listening. "I don't know anything other than that. But I do know you didn't get your hair colour from your dad. I'm fairly sure you got it from your grandmother." She smiled slightly. "Your mom still thinks your grandma was naturally blonde." Rosie laughed, leaving Belle confused.<br />
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"Look, its getting kinda late, I should get going." He murmured, standing up. He remembered that she had asked what was between them, and neither of them knew. That moment, he thought that whatever it was between him and Alyssa was all in his head.<br />
"Wait, can you help me up?" She held her arms out. "I can't really stand up all too well with my tail." She half smiled, lifting her legs up and down a little like she actually was a mermaid.<br />
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He remembered they were just there, staring into each other's eyes. So, he took his chance. When else was he going to get a chance again? He kissed her softly, and held her close. He knew what there was between them then was real. Of course it was real. How could it not be? What they shared was special, and what they still share is still special. She really is the only one for him.<br />
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"Mr Matthews?" A blue doctor came up to Tyler. He couldn't quite tell if she was being pleasant of seldom.<br />
"I uh, me and Alyssa aren't married. Is she and the baby okay?" He asked quickly, feeling dread at the response. A large part of him didn't want to know, just in case it was bad news.<br />
"She's fine, most likely resting from her c-section. The baby's fine too. What happened to her was-" Tyler didn't hear all too much after that. He was just relieved that she was alright, and he couldn't help but grin at the thought of the fact he could still be with her.<br />
"Which room is she in?" He asked, wanting to see her, and wanting to meet his daughter. Wow, that was weird to think. He had a daughter.<br />
"She's upstairs, the room adjacent to the nursery." As soon as the doctor said that, he was off. Rude as it may be, he was worried about Alyssa, and hurting someone's feelings didn't exactly cross his mind. He was more focused on seeing Alyssa and meeting their daughter.<br />
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She grinned at him when he came in, almost as if her life wasn't hanging in the balance only hours ago. The room she was almost like a sauna, it was really warm in there and yet she still managed with being in warmer clothes. "Look who it is Junie." Alyssa cooed to the baby. She then smiled sheepishly "I kinda already gave her a name; Juniper." She told him, as he walked over to her.<br />
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He kissed her softly, so happy to see her again. He was more than happy. He was elated, thrilled, overjoyed. It honestly felt as if the world had been lifted off his shoulders now he knew that she was okay. She was okay, and their baby was okay.<br />
Alyssa pulled away after a while when Juniper started to make little mewling noised. "I think someone doesn't like the attention not being on her." She grinned, cuddling the baby close.<br />
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Alyssa shuffled over in the bed slightly, once Juniper was happy again. She looked at him expectantly for a while before asking. "Don't you want to sit on here with me?"<br />
"Am I allowed? I don't think the hospital staff are happy as it is..." He trailed off. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just didn't want to get in trouble because of it.<br />
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He sat down next to her on the bed, one arm going around her and the other supporting the baby's head a little better. "So, you've called her Juniper?" He asked, raising an eyebrow,<br />
Alyssa smiled slightly, sheepishly. "Yeah, Juniper. Like the plant." She clarified, then explained. "They wanted a name for her, and I couldn't really think of one. There was a juniper tree outside so..." She shrugged slightly.<br />
"I think it's perfect for her." He grinned. He was a little disappointed he was left out of the naming conversation, but Juniper seemed like a pretty perfect name. He stayed quiet for a while before asking. "Do you remember what happened?" He wanted to know, based on he had found her passed out when he and Belle returned back home. That reminded him, he should probably go and tell them that Alyssa's awake now, then again, he did want a little bit longer with it being just the three of them.<br />
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Alyssa shook her head in response to his question. "I don't remember. I remember being in Juniper's room, then everything went dark and I woke up here with her in the little cot thing there." She explained, frowning lightly. "I think the doctor said it was something similar to hypothermia, but that doesn't make any sense. I can't complain about the room being warm and toasty though," She smiled slightly.<br />
"I'm just happy you two are alright." He muttered, and kissed her on the cheek.<br />
She smirked. "Whatever it was, it's going to take a lot more to do anything bad to me." She spoke confidently.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: I liked going back though all the moments Alyssa and Tyler shared. Ah, memories :3 All the dialog following the sepia/memorific photos was the speech I wrote a while ago. Only the spoken words were taken. The written words out of the speech was now time wrote.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm happy that I can finally use Juniper's name. If was difficult referring to her as fifth baby. I always wanted to use pro nouns but then it would give something away... *sigh*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been a real busy weekend this weekend. My brother left home and went to Uni yesterday which was also my birthday so... Yeah. And personal advertising as those last few poses (with the baby) were my own (and game animations). Thank you to Sunny who helped me with the kiss pose. I think it turned out pretty damn good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last thing, I got a comment a while ago where someone got confused between the cousins, so I made a family tree: http://www.familyecho.com/?p=PE86M&c=5pvl7bnp86&f=870423541785469144</span></div>
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He was being his usual sweet self as always, and Alyssa was thinking about how great of a dad he was going to be. Her mind then wandered off to think about how her other children's dads haven't been around, and then she remembered the call from Matteo, and then she felt bad about keeping it from him and she remembered that relationships were supposed to be built on trust...<br />
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When he heard her crying, he stood up and asked what was wrong. It took a while before what she was blubbering on about actually made any sense, but she managed to tell him what was actually the matter.<br />
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Alyssa nodded. "That's Belle's dad." She sighed. It was rather clear that it wasn't too much of a comfortable thing to talk about, based on Matteo was the guy she cheated on Tyler with all that time ago.<br />
"Right." He muttered, not so sure what to say in this situation. Funnily enough, this type of thing has never actually happened before. "Has she ever asked about her dad before?" He asked.<br />
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"Once she did. It was after Damon and I had a fight. I think she overheard him saying something about her dad and got curious. Other than that, she's never really mentioned it." She sighed, honestly unsure of what to do. Would it be wrong if she never told Belle about the phone call? A part of Alyssa wanted to be enough for Belle so that her daughter would never even need to ask about her father. She frowned, "What do you think I should do? Should I tell her?"<br />
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Tyler shook his head slightly, "I honestly don't know." He sighed, glancing at the phone then back at her. "I think you should tell her because she'll probably get angry at you if she finds out and you didn't tell her."<br />
Alyssa nodded lightly, "Yeah, I should tell her sooner or later but I just don't know how to." She sighed, and continued with. "I think I should wait a little longer before telling her about the phone call."<br />
"Mom? Tyler? I'm home." Belle called out. The two adults nearly forgot that she finished an hour earlier than her siblings, that and Melody and Ashton were doing after school actives.<br />
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Alyssa stood in front of the phone before Belle (accompanied by Maya) came into the room. "So, I was hoping..." She trailed off, sensing that not everything was okay. "Is everything alright?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.<br />
"Everything's fine." Alyssa answered, smiling at Belle. "What were you hoping?"<br />
"I was hoping that I could learn how to drive," She grinned, ignoring the bad feeling she got that something was wrong with her mom and Tyler. If her mom said that everything was fine, there was no point in pushing it and wrecking her chances of getting to drive.<br />
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"Belle..." Alyssa sighed, and Belle knew right away that meant no, She couldn't help but wonder why both her mom and Tyler were in here anyway, and why was she blocking the phone? "I don't think-"<br />
"What your mom was going to say was that she didn't think that she should take you out driving, but I'll teach you, if you want." He smiled at her.<br />
Belle's face lit up. "Really? Awesome! I'll be in the car." She grinned, and happily left the study.<br />
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Alyssa raised an eyebrow at him, "You interrupted me, why?" She asked.<br />
"Because she was about to ask why it seemed like you were blocking the phone, and was going to ask why we were talking in here instead of in the main room. I thought it would be better to give her what she wanted rather than having to explain right now about the phone call."<br />
"Oh." She murmured, then sighed. "Just be careful, okay? The last thing needed is a car crash."<br />
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Driving wasn't quite as difficult as Belle had thought it would have been. All she had to do was make sure she didn't go too fast, change the gears when she needed, keep her eyes on the road and keep her hands on the wheel.<br />
"So, I wanted to ask you something." Belle started. She was partially glad that Tyler took her out driving because she recalled that her mom said that she knew Tyler even when she was a teenager. Belle made the connection that perhaps Tyler knew something about her dad.<br />
He shrugged "Go ahead, but make sure to keep your eyes on the road." He said the last bit as a warning. Whatever Belle wanted to ask probably wasn't as important as not crashing the car.<br />
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"I am. I can multitask." Belle grinned, then actually got on to what she wanted to ask. "I was wondering if you knew anything about my dad. My mom said that you and her knew each other when you were teenagers, and I'm assuming she met my dad when she was around-ish that age. So, I guessed that you met him at some point, or at least heard about him. So, is there anything that you know about him?" She asked. "Mom's already told me that he was French and that her relationship with him didn't last long."<br />
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Tyler sighed, once again unsure of what to say. He doubted that he should tell her the truth of how Alyssa cheated on him with Belle's dad,. "I'm not so sure what to tell you Belle, I didn't know him personally." He looked over at her. "Do you think of your dad often?" He asked.<br />
Belle shrugged lightly. "Sometimes. I've been thinking of it more recently though." She tried not to sound all too disappointed that he didn't know anything about her dad. It's not like he could do anything though. Clearly if she wanted to know about her dad, she would have to ask her mom.<br />
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Speaking of her mom, Alyssa was stood in the new baby's room. She had put Nathaniel down for a nap earlier, and the twins were still at their after school activities so she had some time to herself. She decided to spend it marveling at the baby's room. Her and Tyler had found out earlier that they were having a girl, although, the two of them went a little overboard getting the baby stuffed toys.<br />
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However, Alyssa disliked the fact that there was a fairy stuffed toy in the crib. Ugh, fairies. She shuddered at the thought. Tyler liked it though so the fairy teddy stayed. "You're going to be spoiled rotten, baby girl." She grinned, looking down at where her hands were.<br />
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Alyssa turned to see who it was, and her eyes widened. Fairy. She took a few steps back, terrified. Fairies weren't good, nor were they safe to be around. She knew she had to collect herself though. Her house, her rules, her place to say who should and shouldn't be here. "I don't know how you got here, but leave." She managed to say, her eyes not leaving it.<br />
Melancholia laughed darkly. "Aw, how cute. You think I'm going to listen to you?" Humans could be adorable sometimes. "Look, Little Lyssie, I'll only be here for ten minutes tops. You can at least calm down a bit. You look like a deer caught in headlights, sweetie." She laughed more at Alyssa's expense.<br />
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"H-How...?" Alyssa tried to ask how she knew her name, but all that was going around her head was how this fairy was probably just as nuts as the one she had met when she was little.<br />
"How do I know your name?" Melancholia asked. "I know all about you Alyssa Matthews. Creepy as it may sound, I've been interested in your family for a while. Mostly because of what your sister did. See, your sister killed one of my close friends. I think you knew her too." She smiled. "Her name was Elli. She was a fairy too. Black wings, very gothic."<br />
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Alyssa laughed nervously, backing up towards the door, "Look, I think you have the wrong person. I have no clue what you're on about." Her eyes never left the fairy, and she held her hands up in defense just in case what she was doing would hurt her. One hand moved to the door handle, and she tried to open the door in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was locked already.<br />
Melancholia laughed as the sparkles disappeared from her hands. "You humans are really adorable. You think I would leave the door wide open when you could just escape? There's no leaving until I unlock the door."<br />
Alyssa was terrified right now. To the point of starting to cry scared. She hated fairies, and wanting this one in particular to go. She wished this was a dream.<br />
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She wished that at any moment, she would wake up and she would be able to tell Tyler all about the bad dream she had and he'd be there to make her feel better and tell her that it wasn't real.<br />
She didn't want this to be real. She knew something bad was going to happen.<br />
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Alyssa was mostly just trying to get away from the fairy as she got closer. Uncomfortably close. When her back hit the wall, all Alyssa could do was watch. What else could she do? There was no way she could take on the fairy, especially not in her condition.<br />
"Just shush, okay? And it'll all be over before you know it." Melancholia spoke almost soothingly as her hand went to Alyssa's head.<br />
"Let..." She started, then trailed off. Her whole body felt as if it weighed the world itself, and everything started to fade and go blurry. It felt almost like tendrils of ice were coming off of the fairy's hand, and it made her head start to throb, It was as if her body was shutting down, freezing and seizing up almost, and she felt herself involuntarily starting to slide down against the wall,<br />
"What did I say?" Melancholia whispered, and the blonde fairy was the only thing Alyssa saw,<br />
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Melancholia snickered at her little mistake. Whoops. She watched as Alyssa went pale, very pale for someone who's supposedly alive. Perhaps it was for the best that she just got rid of the little sister of the <strike>bitch</strike> witch though. After all, that would skip majority of the steps in her plan. The poor little <strike>bitch</strike> witch might even just off herself straight away when she learns what happened to her little sister. Ha! How easy was that? Just kill the little sister, and then Rosie would be so devastated she would just kill herself.<br />
Why hadn't she thought of that before?! Maybe she was just too nice of a person. Her greatest fault, it truly is.<br />
Melancholia used her magic to unlock the door, and watched as the family mutt came in and went over to Alyssa and sniffed her. "Dumb mutt, she'll be gone within the hour."<br />
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Melancholia rolled her eyes as Maya started to growl at her. "That'll get you so far in life, Mutt." She grumbled sarcastically and in the short moment of silence, she could hear the front door opening.<br />
"Alyssa?" It was a male voice, probably her boyfriend, which meant it was time for her to go. Melancholia couldn't help but be a little disappointed, She wanted to watch as it was finally the end for Alyssa.<br />
Ah well, if she's there or not, there isn't a lot her precious family can do now. "Sweet dreams, Alyssa. I'll see you on the other side." Melancholia smirked, and vanished as quickly as she appeared in the room, just as there was the sound of someone coming upstairs.<br />
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<a href="http://matthewsrandomlegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/chapter-224-hide-no-seek.html">Chapter 2.24 Hide No Seek</a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Ah, I'm really anxious over reactions to this chapter. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maya kept getting in the way of all my photos. It was as if she was thinking in her pixel brain "Aha! Carrie's shooting a scene! I wanna be in it!" Silly Maya.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll try and get the next chapter out as soon as possible. This is a really mean cliffhanger. It's kind of like Schrodinger's life. Unsure if Alyssa's dead or alive until next chapter. *coughs, and points towards incomplete rolls as a small clue* </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just wanna say the chapter title has nothing to do with the Beyonce song. (♪Tattoo your name across my heart, so it will remain, not even death could make us paaaart ♫)</span></div>
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It was Belle's teenage birthday! She was up and awake hours before everyone else. She was just too excited to sleep! She was going to be a teenager, who can sleep when something so important is going to happen?<br />
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She just hoped that once she was a teenager, she could actually see herself in the mirror. She knew that when she was a teenager, she was going to wear her hair down instead of the usual ponytail. She wanted a change with her hairstyle.<br />
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Belle smiled at the big, purple birthday cake. It was all hers. She knew she would have to wait a while before she could have any of it though. She had to go to school first, but she wanted to go to high school on her actual birthday. Maybe they would sing to her! They did that in her school now.<br />
Considering it though, they probably wouldn't sing. It seemed rather embarrassing for the person who had Happy Birthday being sung to them.<br />
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She had to think for a while what she would wish for. She already had so much. She had a loving family and amazing friends. Was there anything else she really needed? There was still one thing she wondered about; her dad. She knew that she didn't exactly need to meet him though, but it would still be nice to know.<br />
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She blew out her candles, wishing that she could meet all of her family. She wanted to meet her dad most of all. She recalled that her mom once mentioned her dad, and that her mom named her after what her dad used to call her mom, but that was it. That was all she knew about him. She wanted to know at least a little bit more.<br />
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Alyssa felt herself starting to tear up. Belle wasn't supposed to be in high school! Belle was her little girl, not her high school aged little girl. "Can you please stop getting older?" She asked, laughing a little to hide the fact she was actually being serious.<br />
"It's not like I can help it Mom." Belle smiled in return. "By the way, can you teach me how to drive after school?" She asked sweetly, grinning. She wanted to be able to drive as soon as she can.<br />
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"We'll see." She answered briefly. It mostly depended on if Alyssa could come to terms with her eldest daughter being a teenager.<br />
"Please? Please, please please?" She asked sweetly. "Everyone else will be learning how to drive." She pouted.<br />
"We'll see." Alyssa repeated. "Definitely not if you're late for school though." She pointed out, and Belle went off to school, grumbling about not getting a yes do being able to drive.<br />
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"She kept saying 'We'll see' I mean, is that a yes or a no? It's probably a no." Belle sighed, complaining about her mom to her cousin. "It usually is always a no. Like when I wanted a pony, that was a 'we'll see'. I never got one."<br />
"Yeah." Elvira murmured, and yawned. "It's probably what you thought it was." The bell rung, but neither of the girls made all too much of an effort to move as the hallways emptied. The two of them hadn't been in the same school since Elvie had become a teenager, catch up time was needed.<br />
Belle frowned though. "Were you even listening?" Belle was rather hurt. How could her cousin not actually listen to her? They were finally the same age again, which was nice, but if her cousin refused to listen to her, was there any need for catching up time?<br />
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"I was listening, I was." Elvie insisted as she yawned again, clearly tired even though it was only the third lesson of the day. "I'm just tired." She shrugged simply, but knew by the look Belle gave her that it would be questioned on.<br />
"Is something going on? You know you can tell me if there is." Belle had a feeling that it was something more than just Elvie being tired. Her cousin was usually a good listener, it was weird for her to be all zoned out and tired.<br />
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"My mom's just being herself as usual, but she's been acting weird lately. She keeps saying how she's been having weird dreams and she's just grouchy all the time." Elvie sighed. "I'm kinda worried about her." She then noticed her cousin grinning like an idiot, and rolled her eyes. "Your boyfriend is behind me, isn't he?" She asked.<br />
"He is." Belle grinned, and waved at him. She then shook her head, knowing it was sistas before mistas. "That doesn't matter though. You want to talk to me, and something's going on with you so talk." Belle smiled at her cousin.<br />
Elvie shook her head. "Nah, it doesn't matter all too much. My mom's just being weird. Go talk to him, and remember, even though the halls are mostly empty, it's a public place." Elvie winked, then walked off as Axel approached her.<br />
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"Hey." Belle grinned, her arms going around Axel. She didn't know what it was, but she felt her heart race that little bit more around him now, and she knew that she could just spend all day with him, and never get tired of him. Was it because she was a teenager now? Maybe, or maybe he's just cuter as a teenager. She grinned even more to herself.<br />
He laughed a little at the fact she wasn't in class."And I'm supposed to be the bad influence. Your first day here and you're skipping?" He smirked, and shook his head slightly. "What was up with your cousin?" He asked, intrigued.<br />
Belle frowned slightly. "Something about my Aunt Rosie. Elvie was saying she's been acting weirdly." She sighed. "And you are a bad influence on me. I wouldn't be skipping if you weren't here to keep me from my class." She pointed out.<br />
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"I guess I should make you skipping worth it then." He opened his locker which was nearby, and handed her a birthday present. "I wasn't so sure what exactly you'd like, You know I'm not good with this sort of stuff." He smiled rather sheepishly, hoping that she'd like the earrings he had got her. He didn't know what else to get girls other than jewelry and flowers. He was glad that the woman behind the counter was helpful.<br />
Belle grinned when she opened it, "They're perfect. They even go with what I'm wearing." She smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around him lazily, and his arms went around her waist. She kissed him softly.<br />
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He felt like yelling 'halle-freaking-lujah' when she liked them. It wasn't like she was difficult to shop for, he just wasn't all too good at it. In hind sight, he was glad he didn't yell it as it would have been a mood killer. "So you really like them then?" He honestly felt rather proud of himself. He had managed to buy something for a girl all on his own (with some help off the sales woman).<br />
"They're perfect. Thank you." She smiled at him, and when there was the sound of footsteps around the corner, the two of them ran off for another place to hide. No way in hell was she going to class just yet! Luckily, under the stairs was a good place to hide.<br />
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They both listened out for the sound of feet going up the stairs. When the footsteps dimmed out, Belle whispered. "Where are we going to go? We can't go to class now, they'll keep us back after school." She frowned.<br />
"Trust me." He took her hand in his, and kissed it quickly. "I know somewhere we can hide." He grinned at her, and after checking the coast was clear, he set off with her to go to the perfect hiding place.<br />
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"Are you sure no one will come in here?" Belle asked, glancing around the study room. It was perfectly empty, but there were books everywhere.<br />
"I'm perfectly sure. All the teachers are busy teaching, and if any other students come in here, they'll feel to awkward and not want to stay." He shrugged simply, grinning.<br />
She grinned back at him. "Very clever. Are you sure you've not done this before?"<br />
"Who else would I do this with?" He asked in reply, looking at her.<br />
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Belle honestly could have stayed all day there with Axel. She loved it when it was just the two of them alone somewhere. He wasn't like any of the other guys, (or at least what she knew other guys could be like) he was special.<br />
"So, what did you wish for?" He asked, smiling at her. "Did you wish for a pony again?" He smirked. "Or did you wish for a unicorn this time?" He teased, grinning.<br />
Belle sighed, and sat up. "Promise you won't laugh if I tell you what I wished for? And no, it wasn't any type of horse this time around."<br />
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"I was only teasing, you know I wouldn't laugh. What did you wish for?" He asked, his hand going to caress her cheek, "You don't have to tell me, if you think it won't come true if you do."<br />
She shook her head slightly. "It probably won't come true anyway." She muttered, then confessed. "I wished to be able to meet my dad." She quickly added to the end "I know it's stupid. I've never met him, and my mom hasn't seen him since... Well, since me and I just wanted one of the questions in my life to be answered. I want to meet my dad." She frowned.<br />
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"You know, whatever you want to do about this, I'll always be there for you. I'll even fly all the way out to France with you so you can meet him if that's really what you want to do." He smiled at her, holding her close to him.<br />
She smiled at him, and shook her head. "It's fine. Whatever happens, happens. You know what I mean? I should probably just stop thinking about it." She then smiled slightly. "Besides, the wish won't come true now I've told you."<br />
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Alyssa realized that she hadn't been in the little office space for a very long time. She remembered that Belle was once small enough to fit in that little swing, and now her daughter was a teenager! A teenager! She sighed, and noticed that there was a message on the phone. She pressed the button to play the message.<br />
"Bonjour?" It was a masculine voice, and Alyssa's eyes widened when she realized who it was. Only French guy she actually knew. It was Matteo's voice. Belle's father's voice.<br />
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"Commet alez-vous, mon Belle? Je suis très bien et..." There was then the sound of him laughing a little. "Je suis désolé, I mean, I'm sorry. I forget we don't speak the same language. I'm sorry it took me a long time to answer, I was scared. I didn't know what to do with a baby. I'm not scared now though, and I know he or she likely isn't a baby anymore. I would like to meet him or her, if it's okay? Call soon, s'il vous plait." And the message ended there. Alyssa honestly had no clue what to do. So for now, she just sat down in the chair, and replayed the message, making sure she did hear right.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Hah ha! My new school planner is somewhat useful! I got the French words from there, and for those of you that don't speak it and who have to rely on their planners/google translate like me, Matteo said "Hello? How are you my beautiful? I'm very well and..." "I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry. (English English English)... Call soon, please."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heh, Carrie knows very basic French :3 I figured he would speak a little bit of French, I speak English a lot in my Spanish speaking exams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those of you that don't remember, Axel was the guy who Belle kissed on her first day of school and Elvie is her cousin (Rosie's daughter) :) I really need to get a family tree sorted out...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not so sure what else to say, (other than 11 days until mu birthday! <3) Not a lot has been happening lately other than I got more in my performing arts performance, and we're going to be performing it soon and I get to make the stage look all creepy and dangerous <3 Hehe. Happy Carrie is Carrie that gets to make things creepy</span></div>
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These two minutes seemed to last forever. It seemed like an eternity, and not just one hundred and twenty seconds. She was fairly sure the packet said two minutes, or was it three? It was probably two... Yeah, she remembered seeing the number two on there, she thinks.<br />
She couldn't help but marvel in the irony of it all. The one time in her life she wanted a baby and was ready for one (she did love the children she did already have, but they were all surprises), nothing was happening.<br />
After the two minutes (she thinks), she felt that familiar twang of disappointment when the test came back negative, and she tossed the test in the bin, fed up.<br />
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She sighed and sat down on the toilet, irritated. She didn't get why it was taking as long this time. Did it take this long the previous times? Or was it because she wasn't actually expecting it the previous times that it seemed to be taking longer this time around? She frowned, wondering why it wasn't happening right away.<br />
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She shook her head slightly, and had to remember that it wasn't like her and Tyler had been trying for a baby for all too long. She was acting crazy right now, expecting it to happen right away. She just hoped that it wouldn't take all too much longer though.<br />
"Mommy!" She heard Melody calling her, and quickly got up and went into her daughter's room.<br />
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Alyssa went into Melody's room and saw her youngest daughter making a fuss while in her crib. "Gotta tear down. Tear down!" She chanted, trying to scratch at her crib.<br />
She sighed, and went over and picked Melody up. "You're out, no tearing down needed." She smiled at her. "And you won't have to tear down any cribs any more, Birthday Girl." Alyssa grinned at Melody. It was her's and Ashton's birthday today.<br />
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"Cake!" Melody grinned. evidently that was the thing she was most excited about when aging up. "Cake! Cake!" She then giggled, happy.<br />
Alyssa smiled at her, "You'll have to wait a little while before you get your cake though. We have to get dressed first, and Ashton's goes first because he's older." She broke the news gently to Melody, who wasn't all too please.<br />
"Unfair." She grumbled.<br />
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Much to Melody's annoyance, Ashton did indeed go first for his birthday. Tyler helped him blow out the candles. Alyssa and Belle cheered for him while Melody sulked over the unfairness of it all.<br />
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After Ashton, it was finally Miss Sulky's turn. Melody squealed with delight when she saw the pretty cake and pretty candles. It was so pretty, and didn't have icky bees on it like how Ashton's cake had.<br />
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"I want to play a game." Melody said outright, going over to Ashton after cake. "We're going to play dress up, and you get to be the evil dinosaur."<br />
"I uh... I don't really want to." He murmured, standing up for himself and up to her. "Why don't you get Belle to?" He suggested.<br />
"She already is, and what do you suggest instead?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I know you love dinosaurs because there's one on your shirt."<br />
"Maybe video games?" He suggested, smiling. He'd much more prefer that than doing something girly like dress up!<br />
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"You're so boring!" She accused. "B-u-r-r-i-n-g! Boring!" She tried her hardest to spell boring. She was fairly sure that was right, sounded right...<br />
"That's not how you spell boring. It's one r and an o." He pointed out, rather cautiously. His sister was usually always the boss of the two of them, but he didn't want to play a silly girls game.<br />
"That spells burong." Melody made a face, clearly not understanding what Ashton meant. "I know that's not right." She huffed, and went off to do her own thing as did he.<br />
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"What are we going to do now?" Belle asked, frowning. "We can't have two princesses and no bad guy! That's boring." She sighed. "I'm staying as the princess though. I was born first." She folded her arms, finding that to be a suitable reason, also it wasn't her idea so she should get dibs.<br />
Melody frowned. "Well, I'm not being the evil one, I like being a princess." She huffed. Stupid Ashton. Why couldn't he play with? How very boring!<br />
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But then Melody heard Nathaniel playing with the doll house, which gave her an idea. "Wasn't there a bear costume in there?" She asked.<br />
"Yeah, but it's way too small. It would never fit either of us." Belle pointed out, frowning.<br />
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"But Princess Melody, surely you can not do that!" Melody put on a different voice, and then she scoffed. "Why, of course I can. For I am your princess!" She spoke normally again, and Belle narrowed her eyes. It was as if her sister was talking and playing all on her own, without her nor Nathaniel.</div>
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"Kinda." He seemed mostly focused on the telescope, not fully taking in her presence, even though she was only a few feet away from him. "The brighter and closer ones, yeah, but not so much the further away stars." He pulled away from the telescope, and went over to her. "So, did you come out here specifically to say that?" He asked, his hands brushing over her hips.</div>
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"So what if I did?" She teased, grinning. She laughed lightly, "It wasn't though. I just wanted to spend a little time with you." She shrugged simply. "That, and it's going to be autumn soon and I don't want to waste it when the weather's warm." </div>
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"They're literally a few feet away. The fireplace hasn't been working for years, the oven's off and they know to stay away. They're all occupied doing their own things too. There is absolutely nothing to worry about." She smiled. </div>
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"So, your all mine?" He grinned at her, his hands moving from her hips to around her waist.</div>
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"I'm all yours, at least until any of them start arguing." Alyssa had her money on Melody being in the fight. She was certainly the most headstrong of all of her children. </div>
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It partly did amaze her how she still sometimes got butterflies whenever she spoke to him. Wait, was it butterflies? It didn't really feel like it. It felt like something completely different now she thought about it. She quickly pulled out of the embrace, a hand going over her mouth. <i>Definitely </i>not butterflies. She considered the bathroom, but quickly ruled it out. She went to the edge of the porch and leaned over the side of the fence, and threw up. </div>
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Tyler honestly felt rather awkward when she was throwing up. He would have held her hair back, if the day before she didn't snap at him for touching her. He had learned the hard way that an angry Alyssa was a scary Alyssa. He couldn't help but wonder though, "Are you sure the test was negative?" He asked. What else could have caused her sickness?</div>
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Tyler narrowed his eyes."Kinda sure?" He asked, wondering how she could only be kinda sure. "Why only kinda sure?"</div>
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"Well, I couldn't remember if I had to wait two minutes or three." She looked up while trying to remember. "I think it was two, or was it three...? I'm pretty sure it was two, I only waited two." She trailed off, mumbling.</div>
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\In appearance, there was no difference in their ages. But she was much older, and in more power than he could even dream of having. She sighed softly, "Do you think I've not thought this through, Worm?" She asked, turning to him.</div>
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"Really? Because it sounds like you are." She approached him, glaring. One of her nails went under his chin, tilting his head up as she judged his weakness. She let go, smiling cruelly at her pathetic henchman. She really should have chose someone else... "You know that your doubt upsets me."</div>
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Her hand swiftly moved to slap him. her face clearly not amused. "Pathetic. The fact you even dare to challenge me is foolish, and you can't even commit to the follow through. How very pathetic, and spineless. Like a worm." She smiled slightly, getting the connection. No smile ever made by Melancholia was ever a nice one though. "Your doubt also makes me wonder if you even care about your own kind. Maybe I should rip those puke coloured wings off your back, slowly and painfully." She grinned, picturing it. Suffering was something that pleased her truly. There was nothing better than the screams of a worm who very much so deserved it. She walked back to where she was, not wanting to bother looking at the worm much longer.</div>
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Melancholia sighed. "Besides, it's not like anyone is going to stop me. We all want the same thing. We all want our revenge, don't we? Against that little witch." Her blood boiled just thinking of it. That witch that killed one of her own. One of her best followers, one that she taught through and through. It almost made her feel sad to think of her dear friend Elli's death. </div>
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She laughed lightly, "I don't go telling my plans to everyone, but seeing as though you're a special little worm, I'll tell you."</div>
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"At first, I considered drowning. A witches death for a witch. That, or a hanging. But then, apart from the fact I would be pulling too much attention to myself, it wasn't right. It wouldn't hurt her enough. I want that damn bitch to hurt." She growled, glaring at the body of water in front of her. She dug her nails into her arms to keep her anger at least under some control. She didn't want to go rogue yet. She knew it would be more rewarding when her plan was in it's full action.</div>
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"Then it hit me. The bitch has a family. She has her own kids, and a husband and a sister and brother." Pesky mortals and their love of families. Melancholia never saw the purpose. Why teach little snot-nose brats a new skill when you could easily just take one with the skill already? "Anyway, I figured it would hurt more to hurt a loved one. Wouldn't it? I mean, what would you do if something happened to me? Your Queen?"</div>
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"Exactly. An extreme tragedy. No one would ever get over it, and we're superior. But all the others are simply just too weak to even deal with grief. Witches particularly are bad at it. So, I'm not going to hit her, I'm going to hit her precious family. But then I remembered her husband and spawn are all vampires." She sighed. They were easily the most powerful of all the supernaturals. "So, I'll aim for her family in particular. I was thinking the sister." She smiled wickedly at her plans.</div>
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"I won't tell you everything worm. That'll just be boring. I'll paint you a word picture though. Grief, breakup, bad dreams, guilt, strain, divorce, suicide." She listed the words, playing out her plan in her head. Of course, Melancholia knew she'd have to do a little bit of work in it, but her cards should fall once placed in order.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AN: Ah, I remember how much I love writing Antagonists. I made Melancholia look all pretty mostly because of the irony of her being evil. I considered making her dark and twisted out an in, but why not have poison in a pretty pink wrapper? ;) Her worm is one of the Dragon Valley people turned fairy. I think I'm going to keep her worm as a fairy, just in case I need him again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, I think I should say the last two rolls. Alyssa's number of children was 5, and the fifth one is going to be heir. Also, the other secondary help is Freelance Scientist, which was why Tyler was stargazing during the day. According to google, it is actually possible to see stars if the telescope is good enough. But still, night is better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for reading, and I hope you like my brand new antagonist. I happen to absolutely adore her name (I wanted to call Melody Melancholia, but it was too dark and dreary for Alyssa's tastes.)</span></div>
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