I'm glad everyone likes it so far! The chapters of this story aren't going to be as long as the chapters of "Twist of Fate". Actually, the whole story will probably be much shorter. Anyways, here is the next chapter. Hope you all like it!

"Come on in," Gabriella said opening the front door for Taylor and Junior who were huddled under an umbrella. "It sure is coming down out there," she said as they hurried in.

Taylor nodded. "Every year without fail," she said closing the umbrella and kicking her wet shoes off. Junior kicked his off as well and headed down the hall to Lila's room.

Gabriella walked into the kitchen returning to cooking the pancakes, singing as she worked. "There's holes in the floor of heaven, and his tears are pouring down. That's how you know he's watching, wishing he could be here now."

Taylor smiled at her best friend's voice. "Eleven years," she said with a sigh.

"It's hard to believe," Gabriella replied. "It seems like only yesterday he was healthy as can be."

It had been eleven years since Chad passed away. Every year on the anniversary the families spent the day together. First they had pancakes for breakfast, then they went to the rock quarry for a swim and a picnic. After that, they looked at old yearbooks and pictures and watched home movies until they fell asleep. Taylor and Junior stayed the night at the Bolton's house and went home after eating leftover pancakes the next morning. It started the year after he died because Taylor didn't want to be alone, but ended up becoming tradition. It had actually become one of their favorite days of the year.

The sound of Lila and Junior laughing down the hall brought the women out of their thoughts. "Sometimes I wonder if he really remembers him at all," Taylor said sadly as tears filled her eyes. "He says he does, but I don't think he has any of his own memories. Just what he sees in pictures and on the videos and hears in our stories."

"They were young when it happened, Tay," Gabriella said sympathetically. "And at least he has the pictures and videos and all our stories, you know?"

She sighed again. "I guess so."

"Hey, Taylor," Troy said, entering the room. "Mmm. Smells good," he said giving Gabriella a kiss on the cheek as he pulled out a mug to pour himself some coffee. "Where's Junior?"

"With Lila, where else?" Taylor answered with a smile.

"Should we worry about them?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I don't think so," Gabriella answered.

"Bri, they are sixteen. It didn't even take us this long to get together. You know as well as I do that Chad would have been playing match maker by now."

"We need to stay out of it," Taylor said. "You know how stubborn and hard headed they both are. If we get involved they will only fight it even more. I see the way she looks at him. It's only a matter of time now."

"But-"

"Just give it time," Gabriella said, cutting him off. "If they still haven't figured it out after graduation next year, then we'll worry." She put the last of the pancakes on the wire rack and put the hot skillet in the sink. "Breakfast is ready!" she yelled down the hallway.

As she carried the platter to the table Lila and Junior came tearing down the hallway laughing and shoving each other trying to get to the table first to get the warmest of the pancakes.

"Ladies first," Taylor scolded her son.

"Mom!" Junior groaned. Lila laughed and stuck out her tongue at him as she grabbed the freshest pancakes from the top of the pile. "Next time, Bolton, you won't be so lucky," he teased.

"Wow," Troy laughed. "How old are you two?" He studied the pair while everyone filled their plates. Junior was sure an appropriate name for the boy. He was practically his father's clone. From his wacky personality to his puffy, curly hair, there was no denying he was his father's son. Lila on the other hand, was the spitting image of her mother. Her tan skin, dark curly hair, attitude and spunk were all Gabriella. The only exception was the pair of electric blue eyes she got from him. Both kids had inherited the love of basketball from their fathers.

"So, Gabriella, when is your next show?" Taylor asked as they ate. After their high school graduation, Gabriella started school to become an interior designer, but quickly realized it wasn't what she wanted. She took a risk and invested most of her inheritance in starting her own boutique specializing in formal wear. The risk paid off and her gowns were now some of the most sought after in the southwest, with their popularity quickly growing.

"Next weekend," she replied. "It's time to show off the new colors for fall and a couple new designs. Lila, you can work in the back, right?"

"Yeah," Lila answered. Whenever Gabriella had fashion shows she paid Lila to work behind the scenes keeping the dresses and the models in order and making sure everything ran smoothly. Gabriella offered her a job working in the store, but she turned it down because she didn't want to dress up everyday. She was a tomboy. Not only did she feel incredibly uncomfortable and ridiculous when she was in anything other than a tee shirt and jeans, but she didn't have any nice clothes to wear even if she wanted to work there.

"What about Emma?" Gabriella asked. Emma was Lila's best girl friend. She worked as a model for the shows. Gabriella often wondered why the pair was friends since they were polar opposites. Lila was the captain of the girl's basketball team and loved nothing more than to get rough and sweaty in a good game, while Emma was a cheerleader and loved clothes, makeup and getting her nails done.

"Yes, mom," Lila said in an annoyed tone. They had been over this a million times already.

"I'm sorry, honey. It's just that there's a lot riding on this show. A writer from a big magazine is going to be there and it will get me a lot of publicity. I just hope everything goes well and it's good publicity."

"Mom, it will be fine. It always is."

"Hey, pop," Junior said to Troy later that evening when they were all looking at old pictures. "I thought fourteen was yourbasketball number."

"It was," Troy replied.

"So why is my mom wearing a shirt with a fourteen on it?" he asked turning the picture so everyone else could see it. It was a picture of Taylor at school the day of the state championship their junior year of high school wearing a 'Bolton' jersey Troy got her for Christmas.

Troy took the picture and handed it to Taylor. They never told the kids that they swapped partners. It's not that they were hiding it from them; it had just never come up before.

"Oh, that picture was taken when we were together," Taylor explained.

"When who was together?" Junior asked confused.

"Your mother and I," Troy said with a grin as the boy's eyes widened.

"What??" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You two dated?" Troy and Taylor shrugged innocently and nodded.

"But, what about mom?" Lila asked her father.

Gabriella dug through a stack of photos. "Here you go," she said handing one to Lila.

Lila looked at the picture and her eyes grew wide. She was looking at her mother wearing a 'Danforth' jersey, holding Chad's hand and standing on her tippy toes kissing him. "No way!" the girl exclaimed. "You dated Uncle Chad?"

"Let me see," Junior said grabbing the picture from Lila. "Wow. You with my dad and my mom with pop. So one day you guys just decided to trade or something?"

"Let's just say I got more than a state championship that night," Troy said winking at Gabriella.

"Huh?" Lila asked.

"That's the night you were conceived, babydoll," Troy answered her.

"What you guys cheated on my parents?" Junior asked shocked.

"Well, your dad and I weren't exactly innocent that night either," Taylor confessed.

"Wow," Lila said, letting it all sink in.

"That's some Jerry Springer shit right there," Junior said to himself.

"Chadrick Jacob Danforth, Jr.!" Taylor exclaimed. "Watch your mouth! Don't think you're too old for me to wash it out with soap."

Lila laughed as Junior hung his head in embarrassment. "Sorry, mom."

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Lila asked her mother the next morning as they cleared the table. Taylor and Junior had gone home and Troy was in his office working on lesson plans for his class. After chemistry nearly cost him his chance to play basketball in high school, he became a chemistry teacher determined to make it fun and easy to learn.

"Of course," Gabriella replied.

"Well, there's this guy. I like him but I'm not really sure how to tell him."

"Just tell him. There's really no special way to do it. Just be yourself and be honest."

"But what if he doesn't like me like that? What if things get weird?"

"Honey, you'll never know unless you try. Besides, what isn't there to like? He'd have to be crazy not to like a girl like you."

Lila smiled. "Thanks, mom. You're the best," she said giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking out of the kitchen just as Troy walked in.

Troy raised his eyebrow at Gabriella. She waited until she heard Lila's door shut before she started squealing and clapping her hands. "She's going to tell him, Troy!" she exclaimed. "I have to call Taylor!" She ran into their bedroom leaving him alone in the kitchen shaking his head.

"So, pretty crazy that our parents dated, huh?" Lila asked Junior later that day. They were on their way home after an intense day of one on one basketball at the park.

"Yeah, I know," Junior agreed. "Just think about it. If your dad and my mom would have stayed together we could have been half siblings. "Weird!"

"Yeah, it's a good thing they didn't then."

"Why's that? We are practically brother and sister anyways."

"Says who?"

"You don't think of me as your brother?"

"Not exactly," Lila said slowly.

Junior gave her a questioning look. "What do you mean?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. Now or never, she thought. "Well," she started, "I've always kind of had a little crush on you."

"You what?"

"I've been thinking lately that maybe we could be something more."

"Like a couple?" She nodded. "Lila, that's crazy. We're not each others types. We're too much alike. We have too good of a friendship to risk it."

"Oh," she said as her heart dropped. She should have known he wouldn't like her back. He was right, they weren't each other's types-at least she wasn't his. He liked girly girls, not sporty tomboys. Now what was she supposed to do? She couldn't let things get awkward. "Hey, Junior?" she asked as they reached her driveway and they stopped walking.

"Yeah?"

"Gotcha!" she said putting on a fake grin and running up the driveway to her house.

"What?" he asked in shock. "Why I oughtta…" he said racing after her.