A/N:The purpose of this sequel is going to be based on what happens AFTER the Saturday detention and the continuation of our favorite characters lives as they finish up the school year! There will be drama, tragedy, love, hate, pain, good times, bad times, and…death. I hope you are all ready for this ride because I guarantee you it will be a long one. Also to new readers you don't necessarily have to read 'Come Together' which is the first story but if you wish to click on my profile and you shall find it! :)

How can we push aside all the bad and make it right?
Now you got me all choked up…
I'm sorry, brother- I know I let you down
I'm sorry for how I up and left this town.
Please just listen cause I don't ask for much,
I am my own man
I make my own luck.

-American Authors, "Luck."

People hate Mondays because it goes on and on, especially if you're in school. The weather didn't make it much better Milan Crespo thought but she knew better to see the good in each passing day. School starts at 7:20 and Milan awakes at 4:30 each morning to meditate in the woods that was right behind her Aunt Tina's house. Aunt Tina has a small farm where she receives extra money on the side plus the money she makes as a nurse at the hospital. Milan knew that early mediation plus the small walk she made to get to the meadow where she normally meditated would be calming for her. Milan knew that mediation was key to the peace she needed in her life, she thought if everyone woke up before the sunrise maybe people would stop the anger pulsing through their veins each morning. Hell, they might even see the good in what each morning could hold if they just thought about it.

After her early mediation she would always come back with fresh flowers she found in the meadow. She would divide half the large flowers and place them in a vase in the kitchen counter and spend fifteen minutes creating a flower crown. Once the crown was made she left it on the kitchen counter and marched back up the steps to take herself a warm bath. Today she pulled on a white off the shoulders lace top that exposed her tan collarbones, she slipped into some light washed jeans that sat on her stomach. She wrapped a gold hip scarf around her waist and slipped on white oxfords to complete her outfit. She left her natural curly hair alone because that was mother's earth's gift to her. Grabbing her things for school she made her way down the steps to see her Aunt Tina with her back to Milan, her long black hair was wet and wavy leaving Milan to believe that her aunt also bathed this morning.

"Well don't you look fancy…are you dressing this way for your boyfriend?" Her Aunt teased her as she looked at the young teen from over her shoulder.

Milan smiled, "No. I do not want to live a life where I need to impress people all the time. Brian…would not care if I walked into school in rags, he would still look at me as the girl from detention."

Aunt Tina smiled at the young girl and flipped the pancakes once more, "Speaking of detention….you took the keys to Ophelia when I specially took them away from you. "

Milan chewed on her lips as she took a seat at the bar stools that sat in front of the island, "I sincerely apologize for doing so Auntie…I could not bear another moment without my sweet ride."

Aunt Tina nodded, "I accept your apology but I'm going to be bringing you to school for the rest of this week until you've proved to me that you earned your keys back. More chores around the house also but not too much because I'm not that cruel."

Milan breathed in the sweet scent of batter and flour, next to the flat cake sat strawberries and bananas. Milan thanked her Aunt as she told her niece that the car leaves in fifteen if she was not ready by then she would have to find herself another ride. Milan was left in the kitchen on her own as her Aunt went upstairs to change into her scrubs. As Milan chewed on her pancake her thoughts drifted to what would go down on this cloudy Monday morning. Would everyone be the same or would they all see the change they needed to be. Claire Standish seemed to think that things would return back to the way things were originally and the teens would all go back to their respected areas.

But Milan Crespo didn't think like that. If she befriended someone new she would not just brush them off as if they were nothing, which was not in her nature. Before Milan knew it Aunt Tina was downstairs again rushing her to wash her dish and that she would be in the car. The young teen made sure to put the alarm on the house and lock the doors before jogging over to the waiting 1984 Toyota Land Cruiser. The car ride was all in good fun with the seventeen year old and her aunt singing along to Paul McCartney's hit song with Michael Jackson, 'Say Say Say,' quite badly on her aunt's part.

The drive from the farm to the school took approximately twenty minutes but driving with her Aunt felt like five. Milan noticed Allison as soon as her aunt pulled into the school parking lot. Milan left out of the car but not without giving her aunt a huge kiss on the cheek and wishing her a lovely day. Milan grinned at Allison who had her arm folded around her stomach and the elbow from her other arm on top of that arm as she chewed at her already bitten fingernails.

"Hello friend, it's a pleasant morning we're having aren't we?" Milan questioned as she stood on the front yard beside her new friend.

Allison pulled her nail out of her mouth and quickly turned to Milan, "You love popping up whenever you want don't you?"

Milan laughed, "Allison I walked right in front of you…what's on your mind buttercup?"

Allison shrugged her shoulder and craned her neck over the kids that just pulled up. Milan followed Allison's eyes before looking behind herself to see Andrew's jock friends snickering and pointing at Allison. Milan frowned and looked at her new friend to see that she did not have too much dark clothing on today, the only thing dark on her was her shoes and a sweater that hugged her back. Allison wore a baby blue blouse underneath the charcoal grey sweater with a ribbon wrapped around her throat she also wore ripped jeans in the knee area that did not hug her figure. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs still in her eyes but there was not an ounce of make-up on her face. This change was only good if Allison liked it and not because Claire or Andrew thought she looked better this way.

"Stop staring…it's bad enough Andy's friends already given me shit since I've got here." Allison mumbled but did not make eye contact with Milan.

Frowning Milan wondered what she meant by that. She studied Andy's crew, there were four of them that always provoked trouble. "Don't pay them any mind Ally, mind over matter."

Allison snorted, "Then I guess that applies to me also since Andrew decided not to show when he said he would meet me here. The bell rings in two minutes."

Milan pursed her lips she felt horrible for her friend. She did not wish to think the worse of Andrew Clark for not showing. You don't just kiss someone, show affection, and promise them something then go back on everything you've done. Milan grasped onto Allison's forearm, "He'll be here," The curly haired beauty's soft-spoken voice was cut off by the bell.

"Go to English…I'll meet you there." Allison mumbled once more.

Milan did not want to leave her friend there but she knew that Allison would snap at her and she did not want to add to her negative energy. Milan turned around and bumped into a hard chest, she stepped back to look at one of Andrew's teammates. His name was Tyler Greenwood, he was about 5'11, red hair, freckles, strong jawline, and hazel brown eyes. He was definitely attractive but he failed to have the personality to match.

"Good morning melons…how about we skip class and go behind the football field and you can teach me all about your spiritual ways, but I guarantee you the things I'll make you scream won't make god happy."

Milan simply smiled at him and pulled out a forget me not flower and placed it in his hands, "The way you speak to me won't get you far towards a wife in the future, my friend. Think of your mother, grandmother, baby sister, aunt, cousin or whomever were spoken to the exact same way you've just spoke to me. How would you react? All I ask is for you to be kind instead of disrespectful. Have a lovely day Tyler."

She side stepped him and ignored the stares, the laughs she received or from Tyler's shocked face. "You're nothing but a slut anyway, don't think I don't know about Gregory. My dad and your stepdad are pals!"

Milan tried to fight the shivers that went over her body and hesitated a bit. She could feel Tyler's smirk without even turning around.

"That's right…so if you don't want me to spill the beans to this whole school, then you'll be coming with me sunshine!"

Milan slowly turned her curvy petite frame around and the next thing she knows is a fist colliding with Tyler's jaw. Milan's eyes went wide as she looked over to see neck length hair get flicked backwards, fingerless gloves shook as the person shook their hand out. There stood John Bender as he grabbed onto Tyler's blue letterman jacket, "She's not going anywhere with you, Tyler. The next time you talk, look, or even think about messing with her you won't just have me to deal with you'll have my boys to deal with also! Your ass is mine!"

There was a slight crowd forming to see what was going on, Tyler's pale skin was now bruising and his face turned red from the embarrassment. Tyler Greenwood had a smart mouth he didn't like to be made a fool of. Milan saw five of Bender's burner friends standing not too far away from him, daring the rest of Tyler's friends to jump into the fight but they were nowhere to be found. An arm was placed on Milan's shoulder which she flinched from thinking it was one of Tyler's friends. Instead she looked up to see a red eyed boy with dark hair gelled up and a hard stare looking at the scene. This was one of Bender's close friends, 'Bud'. Milan was not sure why his nickname was that since he smoked marijuana and messed around with nose candy most of the time. When Bud couldn't get high he always had a cigarette in his hands just flicking buds left and right. Bud was always kind to her, strange but kind. He sort of reminded her of the male version of Allison. Tyler opened his mouth to say something but Bender shoved him onto the ground, "I paid money to see your mom dance last night for me, and she did put on quite the show." Tyler smirked with his bruised jaw.

All Milan saw was fire beneath John's dark eyes, Milan moved to take a step forward but Bud squeezed her shoulder. John brought his fist backwards and brought it down into Tyler's nose as she heard a loud crunch. The whole crowd winced as the field only heard groans from the boy, John's fist was filled with his blood. John kicked his sides, "You think I give a shit about my mother huh?! Newsflash, pal! Don't talk about shit if you don't know shit!"

Milan could not bear to watch anymore, "Johnny!"

A wad of spit landed on Tyler as John looked up at the girl he began to look at as a sister. He was panting as he looked over at her panicked face, he didn't know what exactly to say to her but from the look on her face he could tell that she was not happy with the way he handled things. A loud horn broke the gang of teens up, the teens rushed off to their classes as the warning bell went off signaling that everyone was now late. The only people that remained were Bender, Bud, Milan, Bender's four other friends, and Tyler's friends ran over but Andrew was not there. John looked over at the horn with a scowl on his face…he knew that car from anywhere.

"Bud…get her to class. I'll handle this asswipe."

Bud nodded and steered Milan away from the scene quickly, she looked over Bud's shoulder to see John break his eyes away from her retreating form to look at Mr. Vernon who climbed out of his car and rushed over to the scene with his hands on his hips. Bud brought the girl into the empty hallway, "I can't just leave him out there. The whole thing started because of me, I'll feel guilty."

Bud shrugged his leather covered shoulders, "Don't worry about it sweetheart, John's got this covered."

Milan held onto her head, "That's not the point and you know it. We can't feed into the negativity that half of this humanity holds! It's not right…that's why I walked away from someone with so much hate in their heart…they have to figure it out on their own sometimes."

Bud sucked in his cheeks and leaned down to look into her unique eyes, "It's cute that you think the world is full of glitter and rainbows. Reality check, everyone does not see the world the same way you do, your two hippie friends or Mrs. Zachary do okay. I do hardcore drugs because I'm fucked and so are the other people at this school. That's just the way it is, you can't fix everyone sweetheart, you just can't! So let it go and let us handle it. John wants me to take you to class and that's exactly what I'm going to do, so come on…everything will be fine."

Milan could not believe that this was happening right now. Milan never just backed out of situations when it comes to Johnny. She always had his back and felt a pang of guilt dancing in her body and there was no way that she could just let that go. She needed to find a release, she needed her blossom or some marijuana. The two walked side by side until Milan told Bud that he should get to class and that she was a big enough to walk to her class by herself. Bud laughed and said that he wasn't going to go to class and that he would see her later. She wished she could have asked him for a cigarette or if he had any green on him but it was too late now. She messed with the strap of her satchel bag and blinked out of her daze until she saw Mr. Vernon staring straight at her at the end of the hall.

"Don't think I didn't see you out there on the front lawn with the rest of the teens this morning, Miss. Crespo! Plus you're already late to your first class so you might as well march yourself into the holding room with Bender."

Milan chewed on her bottom lip and looked at the room, there were a few kids in there so she looked back at Mr. Vernon.

"That sounds enjoyable…but knowing Johnny, he's most likely not in there."

Mr. Vernon frowned, "What are you blabbing about?" He asked as he peaked through the glass window. He pulled away from the window to see the last of Milan skipping down the hallway, he yelled, "Got damn it!" And walked into the holding room.

Laughter echoed down the hallways as Milan stopped skipping as she spotted Andrew entering through the side doors. He stopped as he opened the set of the doors that connected to the school hallway. He stared at her as if he was a deer caught in headlights. "Did you promise that you would meet Allison at the front of the school?"

Andrew slowly walked over to her, "Why does it sound like you're accusing me of something?"

Milan took a deep breath, "My apologies…I'm having a bad morning but I'm sure it'll be better as the day progresses."

Andrew gave off a bitter laugh, "You're morning could not be as bad as mine, believe me."

Milan cocked her head to the side a wave of curls fell into her view, "Is that so? Do you want to talk about it?"

Andrew frowned as he jerked his head back, "Why would I ever want to talk to you…someone's who's always happy, about my problems?"

Milan stared into Andrew's sparkling blue eyes, "Because maybe I'm the only one who could understand."

It was silent between the two before Andrew decided to break the silence, "Look I appreciate the effort but I don't need any advice…so can you just do me a favor and butt out?" He muttered as he walked by her bumping his shoulder with hers a little too hard.

Milan stumbled but caught herself as she watched his retreating form, "What should I tell Ally?" She whispered not knowing if he heard her or not.

He did.

He continued walking but turned as he walked backwards, "Don't tell her anything…I'll handle it. It's not any of your concern, like I said before butt out."

Andrew Clark was right this time, it was not Milan's business unless the two decided to make it her business. Milan decided to respect his wishes and made her journey to her English class, class started twenty minutes ago, the homework and the class assignment was on the board. The teacher decided not to teach today which was not a first from this teacher, Milan noticed that Mr. Ryans was going through a tough time since he has not been wearing his wedding ring anymore but she decided not speak of it. Milan had English with Allison and her once dark friend had her chin resting on her hands with a pitiful look on her face which made Milan feel worse. Milan tried some jokes on Allison but all she received were glares and decided to keep to herself for the rest of the class time. Allison did not wait for Milan to follow as the bell rung and lost her in the crowd.

Milan noticed Claire standing by a set of lockers with one of the blonde twins, Amanda and Brandi. Amanda applied more make-up to her face which did not make her look as nice as she thought.

"What are you looking at bitch? I heard what you did to my boyfriend and you're gonna get it bad!" Brandi yelled across the hall.

Milan looked over at Brandi who glared at her, her back arched so far that it looked as if she was trying to detach the top half of her body away from the bottom. Milan decided not to say anything and looked at Claire wondering what she was thinking. Milan made her way past the three without saying anything, but not without a smile.

"That's right walk away, freak!" Brandi continued to yell.

Milan kept her head held high, she would not let these people get to her. She could have sworn that she saw Claire mouthing, 'I'm sorry,' to her but Milan did not have anger or hurt towards the girl. She felt nothing.

The next two periods breezed by and Milan did not see her blossom yet which did add more disappointment to her day. She was trying and that's all that mattered, as long as you tried and keep standing then you'll be okay. Milan and Claire had U.S. History together but luckily they sat on opposite sides of the room. Milan could feel Claire burning her gaze into Milan whenever she looked up at the board to copy the notes but she did not give her satisfaction. History passed by quickly since Milan did all of her work, next period was lunch. Milan left the classroom by making sure that she was the fifth person out before Claire and all of her friends. Her eyes searched the hallways for the blonde headed boy she missed for a day.

Finally she saw him with his back to her as he leaned against the lockers, she saw Larry Lester…a boy who was lanky and shorter than Brian himself. He stood at 5'5, dark short hair, glasses, a round face, a large nose that took up 80 percent of his face, and pale skin. He was chatting to Brian about something but Milan could not wait any longer, she felt like her chest was going to cave in. She politely excused herself through the swarms of people in the hallway to get to him. She saw that Larry pointed at Milan but tried to hide the fact that he did since it was rude to point at someone. Brian turned his head to look at Milan, he immediately blushed and turned around trying to smooth down his hair. Larry chuckled at his friend as Brian asked him if his breath smelled okay.

"It's fine…I still can't believe that you're going out with her! She's way out of your league." Larry commented as he eyed her up and down.

Brian shoved his shoulders playfully, "Well gee thanks…I don't even know if we're even going out and stop looking at her like that! I'm the only one that gets to look at her like that!"

Larry grinned, "Sorry man, I just can't help it. She's a beauty."

Milan stood behind Brian and tapped his shoulder, "Hi, Brian." She said quietly.

Brian turned to look at Milan over his shoulder, "H-Hey Milan, how are you?"

Milan chewed on her lip once more, "I'm okay…can I talk to you for a second?"

Brian felt his heart race, oh no what did he do? He didn't want Milan to bring bad news to him. What if she didn't want to be with him anymore? What was he even saying they weren't even dating for crying out loud! She didn't look too good at the moment either, her skin seemed red and blotchy compared to her normal mocha skin tone. Brian turned to Larry, "Tell Jack that I won't be joining you two for lunch and that I'll call you guys later to discuss the…the…game."

Brian didn't want to admit that he played online video games with his two best friends when the girl he liked stood right in front of him. Larry nodded and waved at the girl who gave him a small smile as he ventured off to the cafeteria. "What's going on?" He asked her.

Milan swallowed and looked around, she grabbed onto Brian's hand and led him down the hallway. She didn't want to do this in front of the listening ears that were still in the hallway. She looked to see if anyone was watching the two and was happy that no one was, she opened the closet door and gently pushed Brian in. She reached in the air to find the string that turned on the light leaving Brian to wonder how many times has she been in the closet and with who? Milan was eye-level to Brian's chest which was another thing Brian could add to his list of things that he liked about Milan.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" Brian asked with his signature lisp.

Milan stared at his eyes, blinked and breathed.

"I'm having a horrible morning, Brian Johnson. I keep brushing it off saying that it's just a bad day, not a bad life when I really feel like this life is turning for the worse. I keep trying to be positive but it's so hard when people just want to keep knocking me down for it. I can walk around this school lying to myself that everything is going to be okay when I know it just isn't sometimes."

Brian could see the tears running at the edge of her eyes, this was his chance to make her feel better like he wanted to on Saturday. He grabbed onto her forearms as she stared everywhere in the closet but at him she continued talking, "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Brian licked his lips as he reached up with his hands shaking to grasp onto this gorgeous girl he developed a crush on face, "Remember what you told me on Saturday? You said 'I like what I see and you should learn to do the same. All you have to do is look in the mirror, point out all the flaws you dislike even the inside and find a reason to love them. You have to love yourself in order for people to love you in return. In order to be happy giver yourself permission to try, and try again.' Remember? You told me that, so you have to do the same if I'm trying."

Milan's voice cracked as she looked at Brian, "I am trying-"

Brian stared at her and begun wiping the tears that began to fall like raindrops on a tainted window, "Try harder and try better. Don't give up on me, don't you dare do it. I-I adore you Milan Crespo, I like the way you are…this new person you decided to become. Don't change yourself just because these- what did you call the teens here? Shoobies don't like the way you are? Who are they to judge you? I like you. You better learn to like you and that's all that matters right?"

Milan suddenly felt better, she knew that all she needed to do was see Brian to make her day brighten. She could tell everyone to try to be positive as much as she could but even the best fall down sometimes. She was human not a robot she had to break sometimes and now she knew that this boy that she craved was going to be there whenever she falls. She felt him grab onto her head nervously as he placed a kiss on her forehead, his lips left a tingling sensation on her skin. She closed her eyes letting her senses get familiarized with his small and somewhat chapped lips. After a while of being held in his embrace she pulled back to stare into his eyes, the room was only in shades of red but she could point out exactly the shape of his eyes.

Sniffling she smiled at him, "Well…what are you waiting for? Kiss me got damn it!"

Brian laughed at her fail attempt to make her voice sound like Mr. Vernon, he hunched his shoulders and turned his head to side as he slowly leaned down to her height. Milan stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his lean frame, it seemed as if there was too much distance in the way for their lips to meet. But when they met, boy it felt like heaven. Their kisses were electric, Brian kisses gently while Milan applied the right pressure testing Brian's limit. He held onto her waist and it was almost as good as holding onto her heart.

Brian Johnson was all the luck that Milan Crespo needed.

A/N: Ten pages later this is finally done! How was it? I know I did not put too much interaction with everyone but there will obviously be more interaction as the story picks up! Thoughts? Comments?

Where did John go? Will Mr. Vernon find out what really happened on the front lawn that morning? Will Andrew say where he was and why he stood Allison up? Thoughts about Claire? Now…I finally picture Milan as this model named Bella Peschardt…face wise and hair wise even though her hair is not long. If you do not wish to look her up then you don't have to its okay! Just take the description I made up in the first story and stick with it. Obviously there is not an exact person who fits Milan but she'll have to do lol. Also the person that I have in mind to play "Bud" is Charlie Sheen's character in Ferris Buller's day off :) More to come!

-ALovelyEccentricSoul xXx