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Chapter 2
Equally brown eyes followed the quick movements her twin sister's hand made as she wrote down in her diary, her hand pausing as she contemplated what she would put down next every so often.
But that was Elena, Aria observed, she had always wrote down what she felt in her diary ever since their mother had given their first one to them. Both of the diaries once blank white pages were now filled with a childish scrawl of a eight year old and on the shelf that her sister kept full of books.
Unlike Elena, Aria had never really wrote what she had felt, instead she had put things that she liked, wanted, inspired and on the rare occasion what she felt along with the pictures that showed how happy and full the Gilbert Family had once been.
It wasn't like that anymore.
Aria took in how Elena looked. Brown eyes that were once filled with life and the joys of teenage years now looked sad and almost haunted. A memory of the two laughing in the backseat of her parent's car made her sigh sadly. Slight bags under her eyes made it clear that the living female GIlbert hadn't been getting much sleep and when she did it hadn't been restful or pleasant. The only thing that remained the same was her hair. A long silky brown that lay straight against her features, it was the only thing that looked how it had been before the accident.
And she was proud, her sister was trying her best to move on and accept what had happened to Aria and their parents. Something that wouldn't be easy or simple but it also meant that Elena would have to accept the changed that she herself was going through. And that was going to be a problem.
Elena was often like a dog with a bone after she got a idea in her head. Almost impossable to let it go, she would resort to any method to get what she wanted wether it be information, agreements or even a nod of the head. Aria supposed that it was because of that flaw that her sister didn't know when to give up or accept that she should leave things alone.
Aria hadn't been like that. No, she had waited - sometimes impatiently - for a object or article from a paper to catch her attention and when she was done she would move on. Her captivation for the object becoming no more. Depending on whatever it was, she would spend days upon days engrossed in it, others it took no more then a hour or a half. But she had always been able to tell when she should leave things be.
Jeremy - the youngest and only male - was the same in that regard, or he had been until she had died. Ever since he had gotten into all sorts of trouble, drugs and drink, he didn't even care about what it did to him, and although Aria didn't like them she was - secretly, that is, - more parcial to them then she was the other thing he had gotten into. Aria frowned angrly as she leaned against a door way and wanted for Elena to be done with her writing, maybe thing wasn't the right word... being, then.
Vicki Donovan.
Jeremy, her sweet sometimes naive, baby brother had been sleeping and doing drugs with the older girl. Which, Aria knew, if the drugs didn't set off Elena then the thing with Vicki would. Apart of her knew that it couldn't be helped what had happened, even if she had been alive, Jeremy would have done anything to help cope with his grief no matter what it was.
That she had gotten over after a few rants that the male would never hear and plans to stop him ever from doing them again. What she hadn't got over what that he was sleeping with Vicki, who was not only Elena's ex-boyfriend's big sister but also who was sleeping with Tyler, Aria's best friend and the Mayor's son.
With another sigh she turned around and walked out the door and was hit with the same feeling of nostalgia that she felt everytime she moved around. A feeling that she had noticed had been lessening more and more as the weeks past. It saddened her, she thought as she walked down the stairs, brown hair pulled over her right side so it lay against her chest.
She still remembered the days when she would run through the house, one of her relatives following after laughing as they chased her. Aria had always managed to escape them, although she would admit that it had always been John who had caught her in the end.
She smiled softly, her Uncle John, a man that was hated and unloved by most of the people in Mystic Falls but never her. No, she had never been able to look at him with the same disgust that her Aunt, brother and sister managed.
Instead she would sit by him, book or paper in her hands, she would demand that he help or read to her. He always had, no matter what else came up, time for her. A part of Aria had always believed that was what made Elena had John so much.
Jealously.
Grayson hadn't been like that, instead he had encouraged Aria to look up to his younger brother. Something the neither of his three children or sister-in-law understood. And she had, with shining eyes filled with awe she had at times treated John more like a father then she had Grayson.
She didn't regret it.
She never would.
Entering the living room Aria sat on the couch as she watched the other member of her family, Jenna scramble around the kitchen in a almost frantic series of movements. Miranda's younger sister, and the teenagers Aunt she had been selected to look after the remaining Gilbert's. A sudden change that had flipped the woman's wold on her head.
Jenna didn't belived that she was doing a good job. Aria and Elena and even Jeremy thought differently. She was doing a good job of being the guardian after having been the cool Aunt and a Wild Child for most of their life. Jenna just didn't have her footing yet, but Aria knew that once she did everything would settle down.
All Jenna was missing was her confidence. A confidence Aria had always looked up too and tried to mimick just as she did John.
"Toast," Jenna called out as Elena entered the kitchen dressed and ready for the coming school day, turning her head around to look at the other female from the open fridge. "I can make toast."
Elena walked over towards the coffee machine and stared to pour out the liquid into a dark brown mug. "It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna." Both Elena and Aria said at the same time as Jeremy wondered into the kitchen, his short brown hair ruffled and eyes filled with sleep.
Aria flinched back as she stared sadly over towards Elena who's coffee filled mug had just been taken by Jeremy. A look of sadness passed Elena's face as she turned to pour out more coffee. Aria had the suspicion that she was also thinking about how Aria would have said it as well.
"Anything else? A number two pencil? What am I missing?" Jenna asked as she placed a few pieces of paper into her brown bag.
"Thesis presentation, Aunt Jenna." Aria said as she walked forward to join her family. "You have to meet you're thesis advisor in three... two... on-."
"Crap!" Jenna cried out as she looked at the silver watch on her right wrist.
"Right on time." Aria smirked. "Right on time."
Pulling the hairtie out of her hair Jenna collected a few books and her bag before glancing towards her nieces and nephew a worried and questioning look in her brown eyes. "Then go," Elena assured her with a calm sounding voice, "we'll be alright." Nodding her head Jenna left the kitchen and a few seconds later the house.
"Do you know that she isn't going to make it on time?" Aria asked her twin rhetorically, and tried not to feel hurt when she didn't answer. "Not only does she only have a few minutes to get there but her car's also needing a new wheel." She paused for a few minutes. "It's going flat... probably by the end of the day."
But like she was getting used to, her sister didn't answer instead she turned to the youngest of the three and asked "you ok?"
Aria rolled her eyes as she threw her hands into the hair. "Of course he isn't okay. He's messing around with Vicki! Vicki Donovan!"
Jeremy sighed in annoyance as he cast the younger twin a quick glare. "Don't start." He then proceeded to walk over to the couch and sit down as he grabbed the controlled and flickered through the channels.
"He's right you know." Aria commented. "You should be more concerned about yourself then about him. Even though he's with Vicki Donovan and doing drugs and drink, i don't know if i prefer your whole 'going-to-the-creepy-graveyard-and-write-beside-my-lately-deceased-relatives' thing you've got going. It's just as concerning."
Aria watched as Elena sighed sadly gazing at the back of Jer's head before lifting up her phone and looking at it. "You'll have to wait a little longer. Bonnie's car wasn't filled with much petrol last night." When Elena sighed once again, Aria backed away from her and jumped over the couch and landed on it beside Jeremy. "So what are you watching?"
