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Baby S

Chapter Two

"What da hell do you mean you just tore her world apart…what in the hell is going on here. What did you do?" Ian demanded as he slammed his fist down on the kitchen table frustration, his mother jumped in shock at her son's outburst a movement that didn't go unnoticed by his father. Samuel Rowell glared at his son silently while tenting his hands in front of his mouth.

"First of all you need to calm down and shut-up, you're scaring your mother," he snapped out angrily in a voice Ian hadn't heard since his last high school stunt that had landed him and Makayla in jail for drinking underage and participating in a drag race with his older cousin William, however he had plenty of reason to be angry with his father and that was going to change just because his father decided to bring out his no nonsense voice. Matching the glare of his father, Ian reluctantly sat down across from him at the table. Once he was seated Samuel lowered his hands and sighed. "Now son…"

"What did you do?" He seethed out angrily, his blue eyes darkening with anger; Samuel sighed and rubbed a hand over his chin while sharing a look with Kimberly who had moved closer to his side while keeping an eye on her son hoping that this confrontation didn't end up with her son and husband coming to blows.

"I told Makayla what she needed to know." Ian glared deepened at his father's words, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest while trying his best not to jump over the table at his father, cause his answer certainly didn't do anything to ease his mind.

"And that news…," he paused and took a deep breath trying his best to calm his nerves before he continued. "And that news was so important that you couldn't wait to tell, huh. You mean to tell me that you had the nerve to go and tell Makayla your goddaughter some damn news you knew…you knew before hand would tear her world apart a week after she had just finishing burying her parents." He snapped out slapping his hand on the table top and shaking his head. It didn't take a genius to see that he was absolutely furious.

"Ian honey please calm down." His mother exclaimed hoping that by her interjecting she could calm both Rowell men down. Samuel looked at Kimberly and placed his hand on hers silently telling her that everything was going to be okay. After calming his wife down, he looked at his son and sighed.

"I had a job to do and-." Ian rolled his eyes it was an answer he was all too familiar with hearing time and time again from his father. It was an answer that had shaped his childhood interactions with his father. Shaking his head in anger he looked at his father.

"Your job…your job….screw your job, Makayla just lost her family and you went to her today to tell her something that you claim tore her world apart all because of your damn job. Damn Dad…for once just once I wish you'd grow some and put that damn job on the backburner and focus on us your family," he snapped out angrily as he and his father glared at one another. "Makayla didn't need news like that now she's still healing for goodness sakes she didn't need you to tear her world apart she needed us to love and support her through this difficult time. Not someone so driven by his duty to do his damn job that he ignores the current situation just so that he can perform his job cause God forbid you forget to do that instead of being her Uncle Samuel." He snapped out angrily.

"Ian!" Kimberly exclaimed as she looked at her son in shock, Ian spared her a glance before returning his stare to his father that was clenching and unclenching his jaw while looking at him.

"You don't know what you're talking about, son."

"The hell I don't."

"I had to tell her because I had promised Jacob and Maria I would tell and that's exactly what I did. I don't apologize for it…I don't regret. I did what they wanted son." His explanation immediately went over his head.

"But you hurt her." Ian yelled out as he pushed back from the table and started pacing. "You…you hurt her…-" Samuel and Kimberly stared a look as they watched their son pacing back and forth in the medium size kitchen. Samuel sighed and spoke up softly.

"You don't think I know that…you don't think I sat there and watch with pain in my heart as she learned that Jacob and Maria weren't her real parents and that she was adopted. You don't think I hated doing that. Hated destroying the only world she had ever known. Well guess what I did. I hated every second of it, but I had to do it because I promised…I promised Jacob and Maria that if anything happened to them. Anything at all that I would tell her the truth and that's what I did." He snapped out as he looked at his son. Ian froze and looked at his father as the reality of his words hit him full force. Shaking his head he looked at him.

"What do you mean she's adopted." He stated his voice and face showing his shock over the surprising news.

"Just what I said…Jacob and Maria weren't her biological parents, they were supposed to tell her when she became twenty-one, but that's not going to happen now and along time ago I promised them that if anything ever happened to them that I would tell her a week after their deaths. They didn't want me to wait…I guess they thought if I waited I wouldn't have the heart to tell her the truth, and they were right cause I almost didn't tell her today either." He whispered with a sigh as Kimberly rubbed his back soothingly.

"You and mom…you and mom said that mom and Aunt Maria were pregnant at the same time, and what about the baby pictures of me and her together and-." Samuel cleared his throat, as Kimberly immediately came into the conversation so she could help her son with his confusion.

"Maria and Jacob got her a month after you were born…that's why she's there in those pictures…but make no mistakes she was adopted…I remember when Maria got the call that she was finally going to get a child from the adoption agency she was working with." Kimberly whispered to her son. Ian just shook his head in disbelief; he couldn't even begin to imagine how Makayla was feeling at this time. He couldn't even imagine the pain of finding out that all she had believed to be true in this world was in fact a lie.

"I…I gotta go see how she's doing." Ian said his worry for Makayla quickly dampening his angry towards his father. "I gotta go see Makayla." Samuel and Kimberly watched as he back out of the room and quickly headed upstairs.

It took Ian little to no time to make to Makayla's room, standing outside he knocked furiously on the door calling her name his voice laced with worry. He hoped she'd opened the door so that he could at least check on her. After a few moments the door swung open and there stood Makayla on the other side her eyes filled with unshed tears as she looked up at him. Ian took in her form for a brief moment before reaching towards her and pulling her into his arms. "Ian?"

"Are you okay? My father just told me." He whispered as he brushed his lips against her temple. Makayla closed her eyes and fell into his embrace thankful that he had always been there for her with his love.

"You didn't know did you?" she whispered against his chest as she hugged him tightly, Ian shook his head and sighed.

"No, baby I didn't know." He whispered as he pulled back and looked down at her. He wiped away her tears and pulled her back into his arms. "I didn't know."

"I don't know how to feel, Ian. I mean my parents…aren't my parents…my real parents had to give me up and they're out there somewhere in this world and I never even got to know them." She whispered her shoulders shaking with the beginning of her sobs. Ian tightened his hold on her and rubbed her back.

"But Uncle Jay and Aunt Maria loved you so much."

"I know but just…I just wonder…" she trailed off and stepped away from him while reaching down to grab his hand. "Ian can you please hold me…I need you to hold me." Ian slowly nodded his head and followed Makayla into her childhood bedroom. Once the bedroom door was closed Makayla released his hand and walked over to the bed where Ian saw a brown book, and two opened letters. She picked them up and sat them on her nightstand. Ian walked over to the bed and settled against the headboard with some pillows behind his back while Makayla settled down between his legs while resting her head on his chest.

"What are those?" he whispered as he rubbed her back as she snuggled closer to him. Makayla looked up at him and sighed.

"Those are letters from my parents…both sets." She whispered softly as she trailed her finger over his forearm. "And the book is my real mother's journal, in her letter she said it stopped on the day before she had me." She whispered softly. "I haven't opened it yet really…I guess I just don't have the heart to read it yet cause if I read it that means I'm going to make this…make it real."

"And what do you want to do?" Ian whispered.

"I want to know them…and I feel like if I open that I will, but then I feel like with my other parents…" she trailed off and shook her head. Ian nodded his head in understanding and while brushing some loose curls out of her face.

"You don't want to accept the reality of this for real yet. You know it's true you just don't want to prove it yourself by reading it." He stated wisely, Makayla just nodded her head and sighed.

"Cause that would mean my whole life was lie." Ian looked down at her and shook his head.

"No…no it wasn't." he whispered as he pushed Makayla up off his chest forcing her to look him in the eye. "Jacob and Maria raised you and they loved you. That's not a lie. So what if you aren't physically theirs," he whispered as he reached out and touched her heart. "But you were theirs here…My parents love you and that's not a lie, and I love you so much Makayla…I love you so much and you and I both know that, that isn't a lie so the love you received and still are receiving in life was never a lie."

"But…but I never really got to see what love would be like with my real parents…I don't even know them…I never met them." Ian nodded his head and reached out for the book on the nightstand. Makayla watched him silently as he picked up the brown book and handed it her.

"I think that this book will let you know all you need to know about them…and I'm pretty sure you might even find out how much they love you from this as well." He whispered as he watched Makayla slowly opened the book.

"I don't know if I'm ready."

"You're ready and if it gets to be too much for you well I'm here for you." He whispered, Makayla nodded her head and opened the journal flipping to the first entry. She looked up at Ian who sent her a supporting smile and then began to read her mother's thoughts.

I guess I better start using this thing. I saw on a movie once a girl had a journal and she gave it a nickname, while after experiencing what I've just experienced today I have a nickname for you as well journal and I'm going to call you Mister Blue Eyes. Oh don't worry Mister Blue Eyes you'll see where I got that nickname from, anyway Mister Blue Eye (LOL that is so funny) I guess you wanna hear about my first day as an East High Wildcat went. Where here the story…

Taylor groaned as her alarm clock went off in the middle of a rather fantastic dream between herself and singer slash actor Chris Brown that revolved around them in a bed with his shirt off. She lazily rolled over on her side and reached out slapping the alarm clock snooze button on in frustration over her ruined dream. As soon as she had settled back down to go back to sleep the door to her room opened and in walked her mother Denise McKessie. Strolling over to her daughter's bed, Denise pulled back the covers while cheerfully saying. "Sweetie get up or you're going to be late for school, and you know in high school you have to make a good first impression." Denise stated as she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains giving Taylor's room some natural light before going over to Taylor who still laid in bed and gently shaking her shoulder. Taylor moaned and blinked her eyes opened as she stared up at her mother. "Hurry up sweetie and get dress the bus is going to be here pretty soon." Taylor nodded her head and moved so that she was now sitting up in her bed her back resting against her headboard. Denise leaned down and kissed her forehead and walked over to the door. "You get dressed and when you come downstairs I'll have a nice hot breakfast waiting for you."

"Alright mom." She whispered over a yawn as she stretched, Denise just smiled and left the room leaving Taylor alone. Rolling out of bed, she walked over to her closet and pulled out the outfit she had picked out weeks ago. Moving over to the full length size mirror on the wall, Taylor pressed the outfit against her body and sighed. "Maybe this time things will be different…I'll get some friends and a hot boyfriend…high school is going to be so much better than middle school." She said as she laid the outfit over her desk chair and went over to her bed to make it up. It barely took three minutes before everything in her room was in order. "All I have to do is think positive and nothing is going to happen negative today…I am the shaper of my own destiny." She said reciting a self-help chant she had read over the summer, the book had stated that it would help build self-confidence. Shaking her head she took a deep calming breath and quickly disappeared into her bathroom so that she could get ready for her first official day as a highschooler.

It took basically thirty minutes for Taylor to freshen up, straighten her hair and get dressed but when she was done she was quite pleased with the finally product. Grabbing her book bag she quickly went downstairs hoping that her father hadn't eaten all the food. Smiling she bounced into the kitchen and struck a pose. "How do I look?" she asked brightly gaining the attention of both her parents. Denise and Marcus McKessie looked at their only child and smiled brightly.

"Oh sweetie you look absolutely gorgeous, doesn't she Marcus." Denise exclaimed gushing over the sight of her daughter. Marcus who had sat down his newspaper looked at his daughter attire and nodded his head proudly.

"She's looks beautiful…and you know she gained those looks from my side of the family." He exclaimed with a loud laugh as Denise smacked his shoulder. "But seriously Taylor you look breathtaking…you're going make me get out my shotgun to keep the boys off this front porch." Taylor bright mood quickly sobered as she mauled over her father's words. Shaking her head she sighed.

"I don't know about that Dad…they certainly weren't doing that last year or the year before that or the year before that." Marcus waved his hand in the air as if dismissing what his daughter had just stated.

"Nonsense…those boys were immature back then but now…now you guys are entering High school and high school changes people makes them mature faster, and when they do they are going to see the girls like you for the beautiful sweet creatures that you are and they are going to run all over themselves trying to get next to you, heck I should know I did the same thing with your mother." He exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around Denise's waist. Her mother giggled and bent down and kissed him on the cheek while they stared lovingly into one another's eyes. Taylor watched the scene silently she had always loved the story of her parents' romance. Her father had pursed her mother throughout high school only to finally get her right before they graduated in the middle of their senior year. Oh she hoped she could experience something like that some day to have someone love her as much as her father loved her mother.

"Dad in case you have noticed…I'm a nerd." Her father looked at her and stood up walking over to his daughter he placed both hands on her shoulders and sighed. He hated it when his daughter got down on herself. Bending his knees slightly he looked her directly in the eyes and spoke.

"You aren't a nerd. You never have been and you never will. You are however, an intelligent beautiful young woman that I am proud to call my daughter and anyone who says differently is an idiot." He stated as he bent and kissed her forehead. "Now I never want to hear you refer to yourself like that again, am I clear."

"Yes Daddy." She whispered as her father pulled her into a tight hug.

"Good now come on and eat some of this food before you head off to school." He stated draping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her towards the kitchen table. He pulled out her chair and waited till she was seated before going over to the other side of the table doing the same for Denise. Once he was seated he pointed to all the food on the table. "Now you come on and eat some of this food before you head off to school, baby girl." After saying that they all dug in after he led them in pray. During the meal Marcus looked over at his daughter and cleared his throat.

"Have you met our new next door neighbors?" Taylor just shook her head, all summer long she had been busy studying getting ahead of the game so that she would be on top of things when the school year started. Her only companions for the whole summer break had been her extensive music collection and her many school books that had helped her study in advance.

"No I haven't seen them."

"Well your mother and I have invited them to dinner…they had a son your age right, Denise." He asked as he looked over at his wife who nodded her head confirming what he had just said.

"Oh I hope you guys aren't trying to do any matchmaking." She said shaking her head, her father shook his head and sighed.

"No…I'm not trying to do some type of matchmaking…remember you aren't allowed to date until you're thirty." Marcus exclaimed as he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. Denise chuckled and reached over and touched her husband's hand.

"Oh sweetie I don't think your father likes talk like that."

"She's too young anyway, Denise…she hasn't even turned fourteen yet…its times like this I wish she hadn't skipped cause I know those boys are going to try to get at her and they better understand right now that's not happening with my baby girl." He exclaimed.

"Daddy you don't have anything to worry about okay."

"Yeah, you're right sweetie I don't know why I'm worry you're not going to do anything silly, you're a smart girl and you know what you want out of life." He said with a bright smile as he seemed to relax. "Um, about that dinner…I want you down here to meet and greet honey no studying until at all until their gone."

"But Dad I have to get a jump on-."

"No…you need to meet people and you can't do that in them books. You can't make friends in them books." He said as Taylor looked down at her watch, as soon as she saw what time it was she hopped up and grabbed her book bag. "Taylor what in the-."

"I gotta go daddy the bus is going be here any minute." She exclaimed as she hopped up and quickly headed towards the front door, while yelling out her goodbyes before closing the front door behind her. She quickly rushed down her driveway just as the huge East High yellow school bus pulled up. Tightening her hold on her book bag strap she quickly entered the bus hoping that the ride was going to be okay. Looking around she saw several of her old classmates from middle school as she started to search for an available seat.

"Oh look who it is?" Chad Danforth exclaimed in laughter from his seat near the back of the bus, Taylor shot him a glare and moved down the aisle towards the next available seat. "What you don't want to say nothing…that's not like you cause you always got something to say." He said causing the bus to start laughing out loud at his statement. Taylor reddened in anger and embarrassment.

"Can it Danforth." She snapped back over the din of laughter. Chad raised an eyebrow at her and called out.

"Or what?"

"Chad, leave her alone." A voice behind her stated, she jerked around and looked up at a boy she had never seen before. He looked down at her and then back at Chad. "Just leave her alone man…you don't want to get in trouble on the first day of high school do you." Taylor looked up at him and stared into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. He looked down at her, a move which completely unnerved her and she quickly took her seat. Once she was seated she moved towards the back and took a spot next to Chad on the wide bus seat at the end of the bus. Taylor continued to watch him curiously; no guy had ever stuck up for her before in her life. She continued to watch him until he lifted his eyes and caught her staring, blushing furiously she turned around and face the front while feeling his eye burning a hole in the back of her head.

Unfortunately for Taylor the rest of her first day of high school went along just like her last three years of middle school. The jocks picked on her and everyone else ignored her. The only people who had been even remotely friendly to her were her old teammates from the middle school scholastic team, however they had their own groups of friends and Taylor would have felt like she was forcing their friendship if she had asked to go to lunch with them so when lunch time came around, Taylor grabbed her brown sack lunch and headed to the only place she felt like she belonged in…the library. And that is exactly where Troy Bolton found her. He too had come to hide out in the library slightly unnerved by how everyone flocked around him just because he played basketball and just so happened to be the captain. Needing space he ventured into the library and that's when he saw the girl from the bus that morning. She was frowning slightly as she flipped through the pages of a book laid out in front of her while eating a sandwich. Moving from behind a bookcase he cleared his throat as he walked over to her table.

"Smile it can't be that bad." He watched as she jumped and looked up at him suspiciously, he raised his hands up in surrender and chuckled good naturedly as she quickly lowered her eyes back to the book.

"Look, please just leave me alone…I don't really feel like getting picked on right now." Troy tilted his head to the side and smirked.

"Unless you've forgotten I was the one that stuck up for you on a bus full of people." He replied as he picked up a chair next to her and turned it around so he could straddle it. Taylor gave him a sideways look before sighing.

"I'm sorry…today just hasn't been a good day."

"Oh come on it's the first day of school, it can't be that bad." He replied as he crossed his arms on the top of the back of the chair and looked at her. Taylor sighed and looked away from him and back at the book.

"You wouldn't understand."

"True I might not…but I've always been told that I'm a great listener and I want to listen to you so lay it on me." Taylor looked at him again, she couldn't figure out why he was there with her and on top of that talking to her like without the usually arrogant that came with jocks at East High. However with just one look into his disarming blue eyes Taylor felt her tongue loosening to his request.

"I…I thought today would be a new beginning for me, but no one seems to be willing to forget. I'm still the same nerd that I was in middle school…heck I even picked out this outfit in hopes that I could shed that title of class nerd but it didn't work."

"You know I'm just the new guy here but I don't see anything wrong with you at all." He said as he looked her up and down appraising her for a bit. "Sure you lack a bit of confidence but you could always gain that back over time." Taylor narrowed her eyes at him and closed the book she was reading.

"Did Chad put you up to this?"

"Heck no…I don't let anyone run me…I do what I want." He said. "Oh and excuse my terrible manners name's Troy Bolton, and I am sincerely sorry that you're having a terrible first day." Taylor looked at his hand for a moment before reaching out and shaking it.

"Thank you and my name is Taylor McKessie."

"Taylor…I like that name." he said with a smile as he slowly released her hand, Taylor quickly put it into her lap ignoring the obvious sparks that rapidly pulsed through her body at his touch.

"So I guess if you're running around with Chad you're on the basketball team so tell me why are you in here." Troy looked at her and flashed her a bright smile while leaning forward as if he was going to tell her a big secret.

"I'm hiding." Taylor smirked at his answer and shook her head.

"Hiding and what are you hiding from."

"I'm hiding from cheerleaders that can't seem to stop fluttering their eyelashes at me and all the other girls who can't seem to stop staring at me all dreamy eyed, and on top of that I'm hiding from Chad and the rest of the basketball team…basketball season doesn't start until the end of September and they're already planning out team practices." He said with a shake of his head.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"So you see being popular isn't all it's cracked up to be." He said as he nudged her with his arm.

"Bet it's better than being invisible."

"You're not invisible."

"And why do you say that." Taylor asked just as the bell rang, Troy stood up and turned the chair and pushed it back up to the table.

"Cause I see you." Taylor blinked at him as his words sank in, shaking her head she looked at him for a moment.

"What did you say?" Troy smiled at her and gave her a quick wink while leaning down towards her his blue eyes sparkling with merriment.

"I said I'd see you later." He whispered before taking a step back as Taylor continued to look at him in surprise. With a bright smile on his face he chuckled at her reaction. "I'm gonna catch up with you later Ms. Lady see you around." He called out before he disappeared out of the library leaving a dumbfounded Taylor in his wake.

"Taylor, sweetie when you're done icing that cake I'm going to need your help setting the table." Denise McKessie stated as she walked back into the kitchen where her daughter was currently sitting perch on top of a kitchen stool next to the counter icing the sides of a red velvet cake.

"Mom, I don't understand why you and Dad are acting so crazy about this it's just the neighbors." Taylor replied as she took her eyes away from the cake and over towards her mother who had just taken her own casserole out of the stove and sat it on the stovetop. Denise turned to look at her and sighed.

"It's a dinner and your father and I want to make a good impression. We are not acting "crazy" we are just being good neighbors." Taylor just shook her head and sighed.

"Mom, you've cooked like it's thanksgiving…and you even make me cook red velvet cake…you know I don't cook that until the holidays…and Dad is in the living room cleaning up like Mr. Clean. You two are acting crazy."

"We just want to have a good relationship with our neighbors the Hillards weren't to nice and I always believed that was because we didn't welcome into the neighborhood with a good dinner with a side of friendship."

"You're joking right." Taylor replied as she turned back to the cake and began icing again. "I wish you guys would just let me go upstairs so I can study…this dinner is one crazy incident away from being a disaster."

"Taylor don't you put that type of negative energy out there in the air like that." Marcus McKessie exclaimed as he entered the kitchen. Taylor looked over at him and sighed.

"Sorry Daddy…but I was just telling mom that I'd enjoy everything a lot better if I could enjoy it from my room."

"No…and don't you ask again…now the Boltons told me they had a child your age and they were hoping that you could show him around you know help him get use to the city." Taylor sighed and shook her head at her father even though she did pause at the name of the family that would soon be visiting their home in less than an hour.

"I'm sure once he-."

"Don't you finish that statement, Taylor…all that negative energy isn't good for anything?" her father stated. "I'm sure once he gets to know you he'll be happy to have you as a friend I'm sure of it." He said placing both hands on his daughter's shoulders while looking over at his wife.

"Right honey."

"Yes baby your father is right…their son will be happy to call you a friend." Taylor smiled at her parents and sighed.

"Alright fine I won't fight this anymore…I'm gonna head upstairs and get dressed." She said as she hopped off the stool and sidestepped her father before exiting the room. Marcus watched her as she left before looking over at his wife.

"Did she have a bad first day?"

"I'm assuming so, because she wouldn't say." Denise replied with a sigh, "I was really hoping and praying that things would be different for her now that she's in high school. I hate that she's not happy." Marcus walked over this wife and hugged her tightly kissing her forehead.

"I know I know…but I've got a feeling that all of that will change soon enough." He whispered as he continued to hug his wife.

Taylor entered her bedroom and quickly closed the door leaning against she silently wondered what she was going to wear. She didn't know if she wanted to impress this guy or not especially there was a very likely chance it would blow up in her face. Walking over to her closet she pulled out a conservative black skirt and nice black top that with it. Looking the items over she quickly decided that she had the right outfit. Laying them across her bed she went into the bedroom to get ready hoping that tonight didn't end up being a major disaster. It took almost thirty minutes for Taylor to get ready, just as she was finishing up the final touches her father called out to her from outside her bedroom door. "Baby girl, they're here are you ready?" he asked.

"Um, yes daddy…I'll be out in a moment." She called back, checking her over in the large full length mirror by her closet she quickly exited the room and walked downstairs and into the living room where she heard voices. As she entered her eyes fell on the guy she had met earlier that day in the library. Her attention however was quickly adverted to her father who moved to her draping an arm around her shoulder.

"Taylor I would like for you to meet our next door neighbors…Mr. and Mrs. Bolton and their son Troy." He said beaming. Taylor looked away from her father and at the beaming couple while trying her best to avoid the smirk on Troy's face.

"It's nice to meet you." She stated quickly as she walked over to the loveseat and sat down. Troy watched her for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Well, Ms. Lady who knew that when I told you I'd see you later it would be tonight…man what a small world." He replied with a chuckle, as their parents shared a look. Lillian was the first to speak up.

"You've already met Taylor." Troy turned towards the adults and nodded his head.

"Yep, I was hiding in the library and she found me." He said with a chuckle. Marcus looked over at his daughter.

"Why didn't you tell us you knew him?"

"I guess his name didn't really stick with me that well…but I knew it sounded familiar when you had said it earlier." She whispered softly as she looked at her parents.

"My name didn't stick with you…I guess I didn't make a good first impression…I'll just have to try harder next time." He said with a wink, that made Taylor blush deeply, she turned her face away from him. She couldn't believe the affect he had over her, he was so smug so smooth, so fine. Taylor shook her head of the traitorous thoughts and looked at him for a moment.

"Oh you don't have to worry about me or the impression."

"But I want too." He stated with chuckle as he saw her fidget in her seat, chuckling he turned back to his parents and hers. Both sets were watching them curiously as he cleared his throat and rubbed his stomach while he smiled brightly at her parents. "So um…is dinner ready, I'm starving."

The dinner with off without one single problem, her parents seemed to love the Boltons and the Boltons seemed to love them, and then there was her and Troy. He was still charming and seemed to love picking on her every chance she got. However he continued to prove to her over and over again just how different he was from other boys from East High, because his jesting never seemed to be malicious. Jack Bolton leaned back after setting down his dessert fork and smiled brightly. "That has to be the best dinner," he grunted as Lillian smacked his arm. "…that has to be the best out of home dinner I've ever had. The food was great Denise and that red velvet cake was absolutely delicious." Denise smiled brightly at his words and then reached over and touched Taylor's shoulder.

"Now I can take credit for the main courses however the dessert was made by Taylor." She stated with pride.

"Oh really well Taylor that cake was absolutely delicious you know I might just pay you to make me some-."
"Oh no you won't…Taylor don't you make him any extra cakes." Lillian said as she looked at her husband disapprovingly. "Denise sometimes I just don't know about them." Lillian said speaking to Denise as if they were old friends. Smiling brightly at how comfortable her new neighbors seemed to be, Denise nodded her head.

"I know…I always have to keep Marcus in line as well."

"Hey Jack I do believe we're being ganged up on."

"Oh I think you're right about that." Taylor rolled her eyes at her parents while Troy did the same. Leaning over he quickly whispered in her ear.

"Let's get out of here…I don't think I can take much more of their corniness." Taylor just nodded her head in agreement and pushed back from the table gaining the attention of her parents.

"Mom…Dad…Troy and I are going to go into the living room is that okay."

"Sure sweetie." Her mother said as Taylor and Troy quickly left the room. Once alone they sat down on the sofa. Troy sat with his hands dangling between his legs as he sat on the edge of the sofa.

"So are you having a fun time?"

"I guess I am."

"Well I just wanted to let you know that I'm having a fun time with you and your parents just wish I had know it was you who I was going to be seeing tonight." He said with a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "By the way your outfit is very beautiful on you." He stated softly, Taylor looked at him and smiled.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Yes if you want me too, cause believe me I don't mind flirting with you." He stated as he looked her over with an appraising eye. Taylor smiled and nodded her head.

"I guess it's okay if you flirt."

"Yeah nothing's wrong with that." He murmured as he looked at her. "Nothing at all." She looked at him for another moment before shaking her head and laughing to herself. "What?"

"You certainly aren't like all those guys from East High…you're different."

"Nothing's wrong with different…I'd rather be different than to be apart of a collective." Troy stated truthfully as he looked over at Taylor who sat there looking at him in awe.

"Boy you are really something else." Troy just smiled at her statement and shrugged.

"Good…I'd hate for you to think that I'm like those other guys that just so happen to play sports at East high…I'm different."

"I know." She said as Troy shifted on his seat towards her turning his body fully around so that he could look her directly in the eyes. "What?"

"I was wondering if I could be your friend?" he asked softly as he looked at her, he didn't really want to push the whole dating thing especially since he had just met her that day. Only God knew how much he wanted to ask her out from the first time he saw her. He watched as she thought over his question. Slowly she nodded her head.

"I'd like that very much."

"Good…I'm glad cause I don't know what I would have done had you said no." he replied with a smirk. "Don't worry this is going to be the best friendship of your entire life I guarantee it." He stated smugly as he looked at her with a bright smile.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Troy." She said with a smile as she and Troy shared a quick laugh.

So I guess you can say my first day of high school went pretty well. Mister Blue Eyes… you should have seen my parents' faces when I told them that me and Troy were best friends. They were so happy for me and I guess I understand why. I mean for the majority of my young life I've never really had friends and then on the first day I enter high school I meet this handsome guy who for some unknown reason has his eye on me and he actually likes me. He actually enjoy spending time with me and that makes him so cool and that's why I named you after him, well after his eyes cause they are his best feature. I love his eyes(that's what you're named after)…oh my goodness I think I'm having my very first crush…well I better stop I've got homework well it's not really homework I'm just reading ahead. But still I better get it done.

Makayla closed the diary and laid it down in her lap, her and Ian had been reading the first entry silently together. Ian looked down at her and sighed. "Your mother and father hit it off from the word go." He murmured as he shifted a little on the bed while tightening his grip around Makayla's waist.

"She seems so shy."

"Yeah she does and your father well he seems like a cool guy." He whispered. Makayla leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes.

"I want to find them, Ian…I want to find them and see them, speak with them." She exclaimed as she snuggled into his arms. "I've got some many questions…so many questions that I want to ask…question only they can answer."

"I'll help you in anyway I can…just tell me what you want and I'll do it." He replied softly as he rubbed his hand along her forearm. "Do you want to take off from school…maybe skip a semester." He asked softly.

"No…we finish out this semester and then we go in search of them this winter." She whispered. "We only have about a month and a half before this semester is out." Makayla stated, Ian just nodded his head and brushed his lips along her temple.

"I'll try to find out as much about them as I can so when we start searching for them we have something go off of." Ian replied softly. "I know how much you want to do this and I just want you to know that I'm going to support you all the way baby, there is absolutely nothing that I want to do more."

"What do you think will happen when we find them?" Makayla asked, and it wasn't very hard for Ian to realize there was a little fear in her voice. He slowly laid down and turned Makayla in his arms so that they were facing one another. He smoothed his hand over her cheek and gave her a reassuring smile.

"They are going to love…and I'm sure they stated that in the letters." Ian whispered.

"They did."

"The reason why they said it is because they do…and you're still they're child so that means that they still do care about you, I'm pretty even after all these years that has never changed." He whispered as he lowered his head and kissed her softly on the lips. Makayla smiled as her eyes filled with tears.

"You think so?" Makayla asked as she hugged him tightly while lowering her head on his chest. She didn't know what she did to deserve the love that Ian gave her on a daily basis but she thanked God everyday for sending her such as caring and loving boyfriend.

"I know so…I know you're parents love you…and as soon as this semester ends you and I are going to find them…I promise."