Finally thought of a title! YAY! LOL.

See if you can guess where Glory's object of affection's name comes from. If you can't guess, I'll tell you in the A/N of the next chapter, whenever I put that up. Oh, and just to clear things up, Glory is 15, Aida is 14, and Caleb and Collin are 13. Enjoy.

"You guys, we have an announcement to make," Stephanie said, looking at her family and fellow Bohemians at dinner that evening. She waited until everyone was quiet. "Roger and I demoed a new song today at his rehearsal and we really like it. It's called Love Heals and it's really sweet. It needs a group of at least three to six more voices in the end for the shout chorus." She looked around at her family and fellow Bohemians. "We were hoping we could all do it together, as a family. What do you guys think?"

Maureen and Joanne looked at each other and smiled. "We think it's great," Joanne said.

"OK, and what do you, Jen, and Aida think, Mark?" Stephanie asked, looking at him.

Mark looked at Aida and Jennifer and both women nodded approvingly. "We're in," he said.

"OK, so last, but certainly not least," Stephanie said, turning to face Glory and the boys, "are you three in for it?"

Glory looked around and was met by two identical expectant looks. She bit her lip. "Oh… um… I dunno…" she said hesitantly. "You're sure we won't get behind in school and everything?"

"Glory, you get straight A's, no problem," Collin said, giving her a look. "Since when have you been worried about grades? Now, Caleb and I, on the other hand… not so much." He grinned at her.

"Yeah, but… I dunno… can I think about it for a while?" Glory asked, looking up at them.

"Sure," Stephanie said. "We have to tell Johnny by the end of the week, at the latest, though."

"OK," Glory said, nodding, and she smiled at her mother.


"Hey, Glory, wait up," said a familiar voice.

Glory turned around and saw Aida running up to her. "Hey," she said, "what's up?"

"My friend wants to talk to you," Aida said, as she walked alongside Glory.

"Your friend," Glory asked, confused, "your friend, who?"

"His name is Coleridge Bennett, but we just call him Cole. He's a junior."

Glory looked up at Aida. "Cole Bennett, as in, the junior varsity football captain?" she asked. "Why does he want to talk to me?"

"I don't know," Aida said, smiling suspiciously, "but I'd jump at the chance if I were you. He's really cute."

"Oh… OK," Glory said. "I'll talk to him. What classes does he have?"

"Biology, P.E., History, and Language," Aida replied. She grinned mischievously. "You're so lucky."

Glory chuckled. "Maybe," she said. "Come on, we have to get to Science."

"OK, I'm coming," Aida said, and she followed Glory down the hall.


Glory waited outside Cole's language class after school for Cole to come out. She and Aida had checked out his yearbook picture, so she knew who to look for. She spotted him and followed him to his locker, and when she saw he was about ready to leave, she walked up to him. Her heart was pounding; Aida had been right. He was really cute. He had straight brown hair, bleached blonde, that flopped over his eyes just right and piercing blue eyes. To her, he was perfect.

"Hi," she said to him, and he looked up from putting his books in his backpack.

"Hi," he said, smiling at her. She noticed his teeth were perfect, too. "You're Glory Davis, right?"

"The one and only," Glory said. "I know who you are, of course. Cole Bennett."

"Yep, I am," Cole said, looking down at her as he closed his locker and swung his backpack onto his shoulders. "Why are you talking to me?"

"I'm friends with Aida Cohen," Glory said. "She's actually almost my cousin."

Cole looked genuinely interested. "Yeah, she's a good friend of mine," he said. "I take it she told you I wanted to talk to you?"

"Yep," said Glory.

"What do you mean, you're, um, 'almost' cousins?" Cole asked.

"Her dad and my dad were roommates back in high school and, um, after," Glory replied, not feeling quite ready to tell him her father's entire life story just yet. "They've known each other since preschool. It's, um, a long story."

"Oh, OK," Cole said. "I've heard a lot about them from Aida, actually. Her dad made that film about the, um…"

"Bohemians," Glory finished for him, laughing.

"Yeah," Cole said, "and your dad hit it big with that song about a girl's eyes, right?"

"Yeah, he did," Glory said. "Her name was Mimi Marquez. She was his girlfriend, an S&M dancer at the Cat Scratch Club."

Cole's eyebrows rose. "What happened to her?" Cole asked, as they began to walk down the hall toward the doors.

"She died of a heroin overdose," Glory said.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "Was she your—?"

"Mom?" Glory asked him. "No, my mom is Stephanie Davis."

"Oh, OK," Cole said, "just wondering." He looked suddenly embarrassed.

"It's OK, Cole," Glory reassured him, chuckling, "I get questions like that all the time."

Cole nodded. "OK, just making sure. Hey," he said, as they walked outside, "would you like me to walk you home?"

"Sure, that would be nice," Glory said, smiling up at him.

"OK, cool," Cole said. Glory looked over her shoulder and waved and grinned at Aida as she walked away with Cole.


Glory and Cole arrived at the Davis manor about fifteen minutes later. Without really thinking, Cole took a deep breath, his hands shaking, and he leaned down and kissed her gently.

"What was that for?" Glory asked, looking up at him, confused, after they parted.

"I've wanted to do that for weeks," Cole said, smiling down at her.

"Oh, OK," Glory said, smiling back at him.

"Glory, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What?"

"Will you, um, be my girlfriend? I mean, I know it's, like, not cool for upperclassmen to be with underclassmen like this, but you're... different and I think I could look past that."

Glory smiled. "Sure."

"OK, great," Cole said, sighing with relief. "Wow, am I glad I got that out of the way?"

Glory laughed. "So am I, Cole," she said, grinning at him.

"So, um, I'll call you and, um, we can see what we can do this weekend?"

"Sure, that would be cool," Glory said. "So you're my boyfriend now?"

"Yeah," Cole said, smiling down at her. "May I kiss you again?"

"Sure," Glory said. "You're my boyfriend now; you can do that anytime you want."

Cole laughed. "Well, cool," he said, and they kissed again.

"Well, I'd better go, Tiger," Glory whispered, looking up at him, their faces inches apart.

"OK," Cole said reluctantly. "I'll see you tomorrow, and then we'll talk about something to do this weekend?"

"We will," Cole said, nodding, and Glory went inside. She tried to shut the door quietly, so as not to let anyone know she was home yet, but—


"Who was that boy?" Stephanie asked, sitting on the entryway stairs.

Glory jumped and whirled around. "Huh? Oh… hi, Mom… that was just… he's Cole Bennett… my, um... my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend?" Stephanie asked, surprised. She raised her eyebrows. "I see. When did this happen and why wasn't your father or I informed?" She didn't seem angry; she just simply seemed curious.

"Um, this afternoon," Glory replied. "Aida told me he's wanted to talk to me for a while now. He did and he asked me out and I said yes to a date on Friday night."

"Friday night?" Stephanie asked. "But that's when we have to give Johnny his answer to whether we'll tour or not, remember?"

"Oh. No, I didn't remember," Glory said honestly. "Sorry, Mom. I guess Cole kind of drive that out of mind. Do I have to go? I mean, you've got Uncle Mark and Aunt Maureen and Aunt Joanne already. Isn't that enough voices? I don't want to get taken out of school. That isn't fair and you know it."

"Well, yes and no," Stephanie said. "They aren't my flesh and blood, Glory. I wanted this to be a special thing for all of us, not just your brothers."

"But Mom, I want to be with Cole," Glory pleaded with her. "Please at least let us go on one date first."

"Glory, this is your dad's career," Stephanie began, but Glory cut her off, swiftly changing the subject.

"Mom, you have to meet him, please? If you and Dad don't like him, I'll go on tour; but if you do, I get to stay."

"Glory, it's not up to you to decide whether or not you go on tour," Stephanie said. "We need you to make this work, and since you're not 18 yet, your dad and I get to make the decision."

"Decision about what?" Roger asked, appearing at the top of the stairs. Glory looked from her mother to him and she ran up the stairs past her father, and to her room. Stephanie went up to the stairs to Roger as the door slammed and she flinched. "What was that about?" He took her into his arms lovingly.

"Glory has met a boy and as a result, she doesn't want to go on tour," Stephanie replied.

Roger looked surprised. "She has?" he asked. "And I haven't gotten to meet the guy yet?"

"Well, they only got together this afternoon," Stephanie said. "But we can't have her stay home from tour, can we?"

"Well…"

Stephanie looked up at him. "Well, what?"

"She actually could… we'd just have to pre-record her voice. That could work."

Stephanie sighed. "How come I never thought of that?" she asked.

"Because it isn't your job to think of it," Roger replied simply, smiling down at her. "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boys and Johnny about it, too, since I know that was what you were about to say."

Stephanie smiled and sank into him. He gently massaged her shoulders, which were tense from stress. "OK," she said, "you talk to Johnny. But I really did want this to work."

"Well, maybe it can't yet," Roger said, shrugging and giving her a sympathetic look, "at least until Glory and the boys have graduated. Then maybe we'll give it a shot. How about that? I'm sure the Bohemians will be accepting of that; especially Maureen and Joanne, since they want to start their own family soon."

"Of course they will," Stephanie said, "they always are. OK, OK, we'll talk to Johnny. Can you try talking to Glory, though? She won't listen to me right now."

"Sure," Roger said, leaning down to kiss Stephanie one last time before going down the hall to Glory's room. "Glory," he said, knocking on her door, "open up, please. It's Dad."

"Go away, Dad," Glory said. "I don't want to talk to you."

"We need to talk, Glory," Roger said seriously, but she still didn't open the door. "Glory, open up, please. You don't have to go on tour."

A moment later, the door opened. Glory looked up at her father, surprised. "I don't?" she asked.

"No, you don't," Roger said. "If school and boys are what you're concerned about"— he smiled at the look on her face, knowing he'd hit his mark, from what Stephanie had told him a few minutes ago— "then you don't have to go on tour. Neither do Aida or the boys. We can just pre-record your voice and play a tape or something at concerts. People even more famous than me do that all the time. It's easy and only takes a few hours at the most, depending how many takes we have to do."

Glory nodded. "OK," she said, "then that's what I want to do. Please try to understand."

"Oh, I do," Roger assured her, "don't worry. Your mom's just disappointed, that's all."

Glory nodded again. "I know," she said. "How can I make it up to her?"

Roger thought about that for a moment. "I think I have an idea," he said. "We're touring for twelve weeks, and judging by my schedule, our last performance is in the city. How about, in order to make it up to her, you perform your part with your own voice on the last performance, just for her?"

Glory nodded. "OK," she said, "I'll do that." She smiled up at her father. "Thanks, Dad."

"No problem, princess," Roger said, pulling her into a hug.

This chapter is a lot less dramatic than its first draft, LOL. I hope this version is satisfactory, though. And by the way, broadwaylover07, I think you're gonna have to be disappointed; since I made this story ten years later than its parent, Mark and Jennifer aren't going to have any more kids. I think trying to get Aida caused them enough stress and grief, what with the miscarriage and all, don't you? But my mind is made up, sorry.

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Until next time, lots of love,

Renthead07