A/N: Hey people! So here we are! The sequel!!! Ok, yes. Skylar is the same Skylar from "Better than Before." The person telling the story is Gabrielle "Gabby" Davis, AKA Henry and Natalie's daughter.

Italics are flashbacks!

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Disclaimer: I don't own N2N…or the awesomeness that is Henry…But Gabby is mine!

The bell rang, signaling that school was over. Thankfully, I had a ride home today. My cousin Skylar. Now, the thing with Skylar is…well, he's gay. I mean like, actually gay. My aunt thinks it's the worst thing ever, but oddly enough, my Dad thinks it's kind of cool to have a gay nephew, even if it does get us into some family fights…

It seems like Skylar's the only one who understands me, who knows what I'm going through. We're different.

"Hey, ready to go?" He asked me, searching for his keys in his book bag.

"Yeah." We slowly began walking to the car. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Sure…"

"Today I was in Chemistry and some bitch thought it would be funny to go and pick on the smart kid in the class. I got so mad…I mean, I hardly even know him…Is that normal for someone like me?"

Skylar rolled his eyes at me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Stop that 'someone like me' shit. You're a normal person."

"No I'm not! Normal people don't have to go to a stupid doctor every time they flare up! Normal people don't have to be on constant surveillance! God! I mean, I take so many pills that people must think I'm a drug addict! How is that possible normal?!"

"Who cares about being normal?"

"I do."

"Well, you shouldn't. It's all that conformity crap. You don't need to be like everyone else to be cool."

I threw him a dirty look and tugged myself out of his grasp. The look on his face told me that he knew he upset me and was sorry for it. He knew that I was sensitive and mood swings come at me faster and more frequent than imaginably possible.

Sighing, he muttered, "Let's just go…"

He drove me home, the one place where I knew I could be the safest, and the most threatened all at the same time. See, there's a part of my story that I just can't tell anyone. It kinda goes with the 'hey! I'm bipolar!' thing. As Skylar dropped me off, I walked into the house and there he was.

"Hey, Gabby. What took you so long?"

It's my uncle. Gabriel. The one I'm named after. He was right there in front of me. He's…dead…

If first saw him when I was four…

I sat in my room, my doll in my hand, mumbling mindless chatter to it. All of the sudden, I hear this voice.

"Gabby, what are you doing?"

I thought it was my father at first. But he wasn't there. I went back to playing with the doll when it came again.

"Gabby…."

I looked up again and this time saw a man standing over me. I was frightened, I started screaming. He bent down to me and covered my mouth with his hand, whispering,

"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm your friend."

"Wh-who are you?" I managed to choke out.

"I'm your uncle. Gabe."

I will never forget that moment. Our eyes met. His blue eyes piercing my own. We had matching eyes, matching names. Something was up…

"Why are you here?"

"Because. I had to see my niece some time. You've gotten big since the last time I saw you."

"I'm a big girl now, huh?"

He chuckled and rustled my hair, walking over to my doll. "So…what do you want to do?"

I smiled and taught him the game I was playing with the doll. He kept coming back. Every day. He came to see me and play with me. The only rule was I couldn't tell my parents any of it.

But one day, things got too far. When I was eight, I got mad at my mom because she wouldn't let me go to this big birthday party some girl in my class was having. So I ran up to my room and cried. And Gabe was there. Comforting me, telling me that it was ok. What I didn't know was that my mom was sitting right outside the door. She heard me talking to no one. That's when she walked in.

"Who are you talking to, Gabby?"

"Why do you care?" I retorted angrily.

"Because. I wanna make sure you're ok."

"He says you think I'm stupid."

Her eyes widened at the words. "You're not stupid! I would never say that! Who told you that?"

"He did. My uncle."

"Your uncl-?" She froze. Just completely. I will never forget her face. She looked at me like I just killed someone. Terrified. The next thing I remember was her running from the room, finding my father and just crying.

The thing is, I'm the only one who can see him. Well, me and grandma, at least. Mom won't let me see her too often. She says she's a bad influence on me. I think she's just scared. Mom's always been scared. Ever since she found out I was bipolar, she's been nonstop worrying.

I've known how I was born since I was, like, seven. Gabe told me. I was an accident. My mother was seventeen when I was born. A year older than I am now. I learned that my grandma on my dad's side wanted me up for adoption. How my parents got married when I was three and they were twenty.

It's all shit, if you ask me.

"So…anything happen today?" Gabe asked me, returning my attention to him.

"Nothing really…Skylar's being a nonconformist asshole again, but that's nothing new…"

"Huh…I always knew something was up with that kid…"

"Shut up. Stop making fun of him…"

"Who said I was-?"

"Shhh!" I cut him off quickly. The door opened to reveal my dad coming through it into the living room. I shooed Gabe away and went to go see my father.

"Hey, Dad…" I smiled, hugging him.

"Hey, Gabby."

See, the thing with my Dad is that he's the exact opposite of my mother. He doesn't care if I'm bipolar or crazy of whatever. He's just there for me. And I like that.

"Oh. Guess what?" He added with a flare, sitting down on the couch.

"What?"

"I convinced the administration to let me use your song in the band concert next month."

I gasped. My face lit up. Ecstatic! "Are you serious?! Dad, that's amazing!!"

Music was a big part of my parents' life. Dad was a music teacher. Mom still plays piano on the side. But ever since I was diagnosed she's been teaching. High school music. She figured that it would work for her, and I guess it did. I play too. Piano and guitar. I write music. Me and my Dad. And now he got my song into the concert!

"I was gonna call you earlier…BUT I decided to be mean and surprise you!"

"Thanks, Dad! So much!"

I hugged him again. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I love you Gabby."

"I love you too, Dad. Thanks…"

He let go of me as I went to get my books to go upstairs. He gave me a smile that I hadn't seen in a long time. A proud smile. He made me feel proud to be his daughter. And, come to think of it, I am.

A/N: Awww…I'm thinking of doing Nat's POV next, but I'm not sure. Or do you wanna see some more Gabby? You tell me!

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