A/N: I know, I know. It's been a hell of a long time, but I'm at work so often that I just don't have time. I'm actually at work right now, but because my usual ride went to get her car fixed, I had to catch a ride from another friend. And shit. It's 6:30 a.m.; and here I am… at work. Trying to keep my eyes open and pouting because my boss doesn't get here until 7:30 so I can't ask her if I can clock in early. :sighs: So, why the hell should I work and not get paid for it? I shouldn't. Besides, I can't do anything until Nicole (that's her) gets here and tells me what my duties are for today. :grins: God, I love having my own desk, computer, phone and cubicle. This mortgage company rocks! So, I'm just gonna post this little tidbit from a story I started ages ago and have several pages so I can update sooner. I hope you all like it!

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Chapter One: Morning, Sunshine!

"Sweet Jesus, have thee no mercy?" I asked the backs of my eyelids as my two best friends barged into my room.

"Wake up Double D! Geez! You sleep in later than my brother used to!" my short statured friend, Eddy, whined. I blinked blearily up at he and Ed as I yawned.

"Seeing as how I've yet to sleep, I'll ignore that comment." I muttered, more to myself than to reprimand Eddy.

"Give 'im a break, Eddy. He probably just finished another one of his personal project thingies and just now crawled into bed." Ed stated, laying a placating hand on Eddy's shoulder. I grinned a sleepy affirmative up to my tall comrade. Ed had been a bit slow when he was younger, but he seems to have mostly grown out of it; although, he still says odd things at random moments.

"So what? If you don't hurry, we'll be late again and the last thing I need is another detention!" Eddy said with a pout (whoever said that boys don't pout was a liar!). I merely rolled my eyes as I trudged over to my closet and got dressed; usual black Dickies slacks, a white undershirt, a green and blue button-up, short-sleeved shirt, and a black hooded sweatshirt with a light blue "WOLF" logo. I put on a pair of ankle socks, slipped on my black Vans, and tied my shoulder length black hair at the nape of my neck with a leather thong (A/N: No, a leather thong is not underwear. It is a type of hair-tie.).

May God have mercy on my mother's soul, for her hair cutting days were over. I used to wear a beanie all the time thanks to her pathetic barber skills. Unfortunately, I shall never get over the nickname "Sock-head" as I was so lovingly dubbed by Eddy. Thankfully, by junior high, I had been given free reign over my hair so that I would not wear my beanie anymore. I readily jumped at the offer and let my hair just grow out. I smiled in the mirror and noticed that it reached my green eyes, which made me grin as I grabbed my book bag.

"Alright boys, let's go."

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That evening, just after finishing my homework, of course, I took a nap on the sofa. I jumped, frightened awake when I heard my mother gasp and let out a miserable moan. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and tossing a worried look in my mother's general direction, I began to eavesdrop on what had to have been a telephone call.

"Oh, the poor dear! My poor Maggie!" my mother cried.

'I know Maggie. She's my mother's best friend. She moved to England with her husband, Ian, and her twin babies, Christopher and Chelsea…' my thoughts trailed off as my mother spoke again.

"No. She had no living relatives. I thought Ian-" she paused, "Oh, dear God." Mother sniffled. "Of course I'll take her in!" she exclaimed heatedly.

'Maggie?' I wondered, confused beyond reason.

"I know, yes, I understand. I will have to speak with my husband and son, but I'm certain it's fine." Again, she paused. "Yes. When can I expect her? Oh. Yes. Alright…" she hesitated, "How is she taking it? That's good to hear. Yes, thank you. I'll be there within three days. Of course. Tell her I'm more than happy to help and that she'll be alright…eventually. Yes, goodbye."

'Well, that was helpful.' I thought sarcastically. 'Now, who the hell was she talking about!'

Mother began weeping and I hurried into the kitchen. "Mom?" She kept her face buried in her apron, her whole frame shaking. "Mama?" I tried, knowing I sounded as helpless as I felt. She looked up at me, her green eyes bloodshot, and pulled me into a hug. I returned the embrace and soothed her as best I could. "What's the matter, Mom?" I asked when her sobbing had subsided.

"Maggie," she hiccupped, "a-and Ian and C-Christopher were killed in a car accident. Chelsea's a-all alone now. The last of Ian's family d-died last year and you kn-know that Maggie was an orphan. So, I told the constable that w-we'd take her in. It must be so h-hard for Chelsea. She lost her twin, for God's sake! It's impossible to b-be closer than twins!" she gave a shuddering sigh and steadied herself. Mom cleared her throat. "We need to go get her. She needs us." She looked up at me pleadingly. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. I think that's a good idea. She'll need you, Mama." I said and hugged her. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you and Dad."

She squeezed me tightly. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too, Mom."

She took my hand and gave it a motherly pat. "I must go discuss this with your father." She eyed me. "And go to bed. Those circles under your eyes bother me. I don't like it when you don't take care of yourself." She kissed my cheek and smiled. "But I guess that's what I'm here for." Mother fluttered off surrounded by worry and grief.

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"Whoa. I'd tease you about living with a girl if the circumstances were a bit cheerier but…" Eddy trailed off. I had called him the night my mother had found out but didn't manage to get much out. So I told him the next day at school and he surprised me greatly with his attitude.

I explained to he and Ed how Mother would visit them for a three-day weekend once every four months and phone calls once a week.

"I feel really bad for your mom, Double D. She must be really sad." Ed said, patting my shoulder.

"She's heart broken," I murmured. I had also explained that it had been years since I'd seen Maggie and I knew hardly anything about her husband and children. I never bothered to look through Mom's photo album because she kept it in her room and I never went into my parent's bedroom.

Maggie had been a doctor and her husband, a Private Investigator. Neither ever had the time to take trips out of the country. So my mom, being a teacher, could always make time and then Maggie would spend as much time with her as she could. I never bothered Mom with many details when she returned from her trips. Just innocent inquiries on her enjoyment of the trip and the plane ride home. I'd listen when she'd tell me about Chelsea and Christopher and their antics. It sometimes made me long for a sibling of my own. Then I looked at how Sarah treats Ed and how Eddy's big brother used to treat him. Suffice to say, the longings passed. I like things fine enough the way they are.

"I hope she's not mean." Ed said.

"I don't think so. Mother says-" I began.

"Mother?" Eddy demanded. "Kevin is nice to your mother. What we wanna know is: Is she mean to other teens? How old is she, anyway?" Eddy quipped.

I grimaced. Good point. I don't know what she's like, but I think she's sixteen." I answered making a mental note to make some basic inquiries about "Chelsea."

'Hn. If my mom visited them so often, I wonder why she never knew that Ian had no more living relatives… Oh well, it probably just never came up. I wonder how bad I'd have taken the news had I been more involved in getting to know Maggie and her family? I mean, Mom just saw them a month ago.' My thoughts twisted around questions like that all day.

A/N: I have no idea what to name this. I have tons of it written down and it doesn't take me long to type them. So, if anyone wants to read more, lemme know and someone PLEASE help me think of a title! Please R&R!

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Blood Everlasting/Lady Crysania