A/N……Hey guys! Sorry it has been so long since I've last updated! I've been traveling the U.S. with a group of missionaries and I'll be continuing to do so for another year and a half…but, I'll be trying to update more often…because of the traveling, I don't always have internet access or time to myself…but, I will try harder!

OK! Here is another chapter…..thank you to EzGoEr, Insert-evil-laugh-here, and deathnote53 for being my first reviewers! This chapter is dedicated to you guys!

Oh, and… "spoken words"… 'inner thoughts'.

Enjoy!

Cecilia's mother had gotten remarried while she was away and moved into her new husband's apartment in San Diego. She had received a letter a few months back with an explanation, a few photos, and the deed to their house in Santa Carla. 'My own house… MY house…mine!' She liked the way that sounded.

On the bus, she had decided that when she was home, she would move into her mother's room and turn her old room into one that Laddie would love. Just for him.

She had been hoping that things would go back to normal and this time he would have a place of his own in her house.…..she let out a small laugh…'No… our house.'

In the letter, her mother also mentioned that she had kept her bike and it would be waiting for her in the garage.

How she loved that bike. She and Laddie had ridden countless times through crowds on the boardwalk, laughing at their scared faces. She remembered how he loved doing doughnuts on the beach, making sand fly in all directions. She had promised to teach him to ride it by himself when he was older.

The bus let off near the boardwalk, which was about six miles from her home. 'Thank God my mother left my bike when she moved because there's no way in hell I'd make it back and forth to town on a daily basis if I had to walk every time.'

She was actually surprised that her mother kept it while she was away. She thought for sure she would have sold it as soon as she was shipped off. Her mother hated "that death trap", as she would call it. Sighing, she picked up her bags and started the long walk to her house.

It was 6:00 at night when she finally reached her destination, slightly out of breath. She grabbed the spare key from above the door and unlocked it. Stepping inside, she was hit with a wave of joy and smells of familiarity. It was so good to be home.

~~GRUMBLE~~GRUMBLE~~

She looked down at her stomach. "Oops! In all my excitement, I forgot to grab a bite to eat." She went into the kitchen to see if by some miracle, there was some kind of food stashed away. She searched every cabinet to find only a can of sardines.

"Well, crap! I guess I'm going shopping tomorrow….." She sighed as another problem dawned on her. "Double crap! I guess finding a job should be a priority too."

She let out a big yawn and stretched, exhausted after the long trip. Deciding to go to sleep and figure things out in the morning, she dragged her bags upstairs, changed into her black shorts and a tank top and climbed into her mother's old bed. 'Thank God she actually left me most of the furniture…there's no way I could afford anything like that right now. I love you mom.'

The next morning, she woke up around 10:00AM to the sound of her annoying alarm clock. After a shower, she changed into a pair of ankle-length, blood red leggings and a pair of blue jeans covered in rips.

Looking in the mirror, she smirked… "It looks like my legs have been slashed up." She laughed to herself as she put on her black, corset top, her leather choker that had a silver cross pendant hanging from it, and her combat boots.

Then, she put on a bit of makeup; black eyeliner, light gray eye-shadow, and for a shadow affect, she dusted some black on her bottom eye lid. The dark colors made her fair skin look even lighter and her blue eyes pop.

Finally, she fluffed her curly, chocolate brown hair and ran her fingers through it, deciding to leave it down. (It's as long as Star's but its curly/wavy NOT frizzy and in the right light, you can see bits of gold and red in it)

When she was satisfied, she went to her bike and headed for the boardwalk, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her hair. She always felt like she was flying when she was on her bike. Cecilia was so happy; she couldn't help but laugh and scream with joy. "WOO HOO!!! OWE!!!"

She found a place to park by the wooden railing not far from the steps that led to the beach. "Okay, job search first, then grocery shopping, and then….Laddie."

A/N: Well, that's chapter 2. I hope you liked it! Laddie and The Boys will be in the next chapter so things will pick up a little bit and I'll try to make it longer. Oh, and this will mostly blend with the movie's chain of events but it's still centered on Cecilia and Laddie.

I'll try to get the next chapter posted sooner than I did this one but my job takes up a lot of my time.

Please review and tell me what you think!