(Author's Note: This is officially the first fan fiction that I've written since I was 16. Please, let me know what you think as readers! Eva Lynn Ainsworth is the only OC that will be in this story, until later. Every other character is owned by the wonderful creator of My Candy Love. Enjoy!)

Carry On # 1: A New Start

I watched cars and scenery pass by through the window of my aunt and uncle's beat up, old car. We chugged along on the highway as the two of them engaged in a conversation that I was too young to care about. I was lost in my own thoughts about recent events: Mom, Dad and I were on our way to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Sweet Amoris for the first time since I was four years old. We were driving on the interstate singing along to our favorite 80's classic rock songs. The weather was beautiful, and all was well. I couldn't wait to become reacquainted with my cousins, maybe even get to meet some of their friends. And then…

Everything goes black.

I woke up in a hospital bed, connected to machines, a tube down my throat, needles pumping water and painkillers into my bloodstream. It was worse than any horror movie that I've ever seen. Mostly because it was a real-life nightmare. All that I could think was that I wanted to see my Mom and Dad. When the doctor finally took the breathing tube out, I asked for them. I was only regarded with looks of pity.

"Eva?" My Aunt, Josiane, said. She broke me away from my painful thoughts. I responded with a soft hum, and she continued. "Would you prefer living with George and I on the farm, or would you rather live with Leigh, in the city?"

"I have a choice?" I asked. It really seemed like some sort of joke, used to get me to talk.

"Well, you would have to check in weekly, like they do. But yes, you do have a choice.

"Can I stay with Leigh, and see how things go?"

"Of course. Get some rest, now. We will be in the city in an hour or so."

Rest. Josiane didn't have to say that twice. I was asleep without a second thought.

I woke up in a bed, in a room that I didn't recognize. Unfamiliar voices conversed in the other room. Two male and one female. Blackness washed over my vision, once again.

~Lysander's P.O.V.~

"…She was lucky to have only gotten a few stitches and a minor concussion…" My brother, Leigh said quietly as I walked into the apartment. Like usual, Rosa had beaten me home-probably due to the fact that she skipped last period.

"Castiel will be here soon." I said as they looked up at me.

"Mom and Dad stopped by today." Leigh's voice was solemn, very unlike him. And very unlike our parents to stop by and not wait for me to get off from school. Something was definitely off. "Do you remember Dad's younger sister, Grace; and her husband, Derrick?"

A long moment passed as I struggled to remember the faces of those familiar names. It wasn't often that Aunt Grace and her family was mentioned. The very last time that I remember them being mentioned was when my grandparents passed away, and their names weren't said with joy. The last time that I had seen them was at least ten years ago. "Not well. I remember that their daughter had the same eye condition that I do. And that they got into an argument with our parents for refusing to attend Grandma and Grandpa's funerals. What was our cousin's name…Emily? Evelyn? Ellie?"

"Eva." My brother sighed, offering as much of a half-smile as he could.

"Ah, yes, that does sound about right. Why do you bring them up, after all this time?"

"Lys-Baby, you should sit." Rosa said. Her hand lay gently on Leigh's knee, and the look on her face played on my heart strings like a skilled guitarist. There were tears in her golden eyes. Now, I most definitely could not doubt that something was going on. Something, most likely not good. Silently, I sat on the black leather armchair, right across from the matching love seat that the couple occupied and raised an eyebrow, curiously. They exchanged sad glances and her amber gaze locked onto me, after a few moments of awkward silence. "Lysander…they were on their way for a surprise visit, and got into a car crash. Aunt Grace and Uncle Derrick…they didn't make it." Rosa explained, tears finally fell down her cheeks. It didn't surprise me that she had called them "Aunt" and "Uncle" as if they were her own family. Rosalya has been with Leigh for so long, she practically IS family.

Without a reasonable thought, I stood. The blood seemed to rush out of my head, and I had to sit back down before collapsing. The time that it took for me to struggle for an appropriate response, seemed like an eternity. Then, I realized that she hadn't mentioned Eva. "…you aren't serious…what about Eva?"

Slowly, Leigh cradled his head in his hands for a moment, before lifting it to speak. "I wish this wasn't serious. Eva managed to get away with a minor concussion, a few stitches and road rash. Very lucky. The way that the car flipped, she should have been dead."

"What is happening with her? Foster care?"

"Well, since Mom and Dad are her only living relatives, and since there were no listed god parents for her, she was put in their care. They asked if she wanted to live here, or the farm, and she chose to live here and see how she adjusts."

I sighed, very relieved that my cousin wasn't going into the system, and that I would actually get to see her. "Where is she now, in the hospital?"

My door opened with its' signature long, drawn out creek. I looked over to see her. Half of her hair was its' natural dark cherry color, but the other half was dyed black and her waist-length tresses were messy and curling into itself at the ends. Her blue and gold colored eyes were droopy, and seemed to be focused on something far away. "Eva, how are you feeling?" She walked by as if I hadn't said a thing. "Eva?" I said, a little bit louder. She continued walking, right out of the door.

~Castiel's P.O.V.~

After school got out I went straight home to let my dog, Demon, out as I did every single day. I was in no rush, but was betting that Demon was. Luckily for him, school was only a couple of blocks away from home. I opened the sliding glass door, and Demon ran outside so quickly, you would think that there was a fire. A few minutes later, he was back in front of the door tail wagging, ecstatically. When I let him back in, Demon happily let out a loud bark and jumped up at me, laying his massive paws on my shoulders. Big dogs are, most definitely, the best dogs to have. "I gotta go to Lysander's, bud. I'll be back later." Demon responded with a very sad whine and stalked away with his tail between his legs.

I grabbed my guitar and amp, the plans were to have a nice practice in the school's basement. Demon whined again and sat in front of the door with a discontented growl-whine hybrid type of sound. It was painfully obvious that he didn't want me to go. I wished I could have taken him with me. "I'll be back later." I repeated, patting him on the head. He whined again. "I'll take you on a nice, long walk when I get back. How does that sound?" Demon thumped his tail on the floor a few times, and then stalked away with a growl.

The short walk to Lysander and Leigh's apartment was made to be a pain because I had to drag my guitar and slightly heavy amp with me. It definitely wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, although the stairs were proving to be quite the challenge.

As I rounded the corner that would take me to their second-floor apartment door, a girl fell down the stairs. It was hard to tell if she had done it on purpose, if it was on accident, or if she was pushed. I didn't have time to drop my amp to try keeping her from the inevitable connection with the ground that gravity promised. She landed on her arm, and her head hit the concrete wall with a loud thud. "Woah!" I exclaimed, putting my amp on the ground. She whimpered, cradled her head with her forearms, and I knelt down beside her to help her sit up slowly. Lysander rushed to her side.

"Ow." She grumbled, even sitting she was off balance. Her eyes looked up at Lysander, who was panic stricken. Instantly, I noticed that they were very similar. Both had Heterochromia where one eye was a golden-yellow color, Lysander's other eye was green, and hers was blue. That couldn't have been a coincidence.

"Eva, are you okay? Why would you do that?" he asked her, frantically.

Still holding onto her head, she struggled to focus on him. "Where am I?" she yawned.

"You…don't remember being dropped off? My parents brought you here after you were discharged from the hospital. Do you remember Leigh and I?"

"Well…yeah. You're only the coolest cousins that I could have asked for. How…how did I get down here, though? I was sleeping." Eva continued to hold the back of her head, which got most of the impact of the wall.

"You just walked out of the apartment. Your eyes were open, and everything…oh! Hello Castiel." I frowned in response. Did he really JUST notice me? "Do you need help with your things? I didn't know that you'd be here so soon."

I chuckled. "Looks like she needs more help that I do." I stood and picked my amp back up and readjusted my guitar on my back so that it was more comfortable.

Then, if looks could kill, Eva would have stricken me down twenty minutes ago. "I can take care of myself, thank you." She grumbled, pushing Lysander away from her, then slowly stood herself up. I was sure that she would stumble her way down the other set of stairs, so I stood in front of them.

"Says the girl who sleepwalked her way down a set of stairs." I mumbled.

"Lysander, please assist the princess with her amplifier." She sneered.

Fury replaced any lack of emotion on my face as I glared down at her. For someone so small, she definitely had a mouth. "Come again?"

Eva had her hands on her hips, and still threw bolts of lightning at me with her eyes. "Did I stutter, Princess?"

"If anyone is the princess, here, it's you." I smirked as I pushed past the two. Like he usually did in most tense situations, Lysander had backed away and kept his mouth shut. Smart move, if you ask me.

As I began making my way up the stairs, Eva pushed past me, making sure that she stomped on my foot as hard as she could. Which really wasn't all that hard. "Oops! Sorry. Princess." Eva sneered with a devilish laugh.

"Too bad, it didn't hurt. You might wanna put a little meat on your bones, if you really want something like that to hurt." I shot back.

"Must you clash with everyone, Castiel?" Lysander sighed, making his way up the stairs as well. "You haven't even been here for five minutes, and you've already pissed someone off."

"Maybe your little cousin should learn some manners."

Eva whipped around, her half black and half red hair brushed against my nose. It smelled eerily of hospital and vanilla. "Manners?" she scoffed. "I'm sorry for not thanking you for NOT catching me as you clearly saw me sleepwalk my way down the stairs. I didn't realize that you had done anything that justified me showing you 'manners'."

"Like I would risk breaking my amp, just for some little girl that I don't even know. Maybe if your boobs were-" the glare of death that Lysander was sending my way cut me off. Then, my gaze naturally landed on Eva's breasts-which happened to be a lot bigger that what I had originally assumed. My face warmed as blush crept its' way onto my cheeks. And then, Eva slapped me.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, perv." She growled. The door slammed loudly behind her, then another from inside of the apartment.

"Feisty." I smirked, rubbing the part of my cheek where she had slapped. It stung, but probably not as badly as she was hoping.

"You could say that." Lysander responded with an identical smirk. "I don't remember her having such a loose temper."

Lysander and I walked into the apartment, and I was greeted with a very angry Rosalya. "Castiel, why are you always such a jerk!?" she shrieked, poking her index finger into my chest. I hadn't seen her that angry for a long time. "Poor Eva has been through so much, and you go and make her cry!"

"I made her…she called me 'Princess'! She slapped me!"

"And you wonder why you can't hold a relationship!" Rosalya stomped away, slamming Lysander's bedroom door behind her.

"What does this have to do with my previous relationships?" I asked, to neither Leigh nor Lysander in particular.

"My poor door…" Lysander muttered, sitting in the newly vacant spot beside Leigh.

"Women are so fickle." Leigh sighed.

~Eva's P.O.V.~

I was crying into the plush, dark green pillow when the bedroom door slammed. Immediately, I wiped the tears off of my cheeks, and glared at whoever walked into the room. "I gave that butt head, Castiel, a piece of my mind for you." The girl huffed. I assumed that she was either Leigh or Lysander's girlfriend. She was most definitely a beautiful girl. "My name is Rosalya. You can just call me Rosa. Leigh already filled me in on everything that's happened. I'm sorry about him, Castiel. I mean, he can be a real jerk sometimes. But usually he doesn't make girls cry."

"He didn't really make me cry…didn't really bother me at all. I guess I just, I don't know…lost my composure after he said that I couldn't take care of myself." I said, shakily. Castiel…he definitely was cute.

"I understand." Rosa sighed. She began talking about something, but I fell asleep shortly after she started.