Hi guys...and galls! Um, I'm updating, as you can see! So...let's continue, shall we?

Note: I don't own AATCATC, just my OCs, got it?

May 17, 2011: 6:20 pm (Eleanor's POV)

Simon pulled up by the driveway and I got in. He was looking at my house as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Wow. How'd that happen?"

"Apparently she was trying to cook."

"Cook? Cook what?"

"Heavens knows what she could've been trying to bake."

Simon chuckled. "Why today?"

"I don't know, Si. I wish it wasn't today that she chose to burn the house down. I mean…why not next week or something?"

He laughed again. "I wonder what she wanted to make."

"Who knows? She could've been trying to boil water."

Again, he laughed. "It's the same with Dave. Man, he sucks at cooking! He used to be good at it, but that was like…10 years ago."

"I remember when he baked lasagna once. That was amazing."

"Oh, me too. But, nothing can ever beat Theo's cooking."

"You're right. Nothing." I sighed. "I miss him, Si."

"I do too. He was the best brother I've ever had. Not that Alvin isn't a good brother. He's just…well, he's Alvin."

"You know? Alvin should be a word in the dictionary."

"You're right. Then we could tell our friends 'you're being Alvin-y today'" We both laughed.

"'Alvin-y' Simon? Why not 'you're the Alvin-est'?"

"'the Alvin-est'? That's horrible!"

"Well do you have a better one then?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. 'I swear, he's becoming Alvin-ier every day.'"

"You call that better than mine?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess."

"You see Simon? That's why I wanna have sex with you. I love your corny sense of humor."

"Wow. I don't think anyone has ever loved my humor before. Not even Jeanette. Does…Jeanette like me?"

"Um…well…I…I don't know, Simon. She…she's dating Alvin."

"Well, I know that, but…do you think…that…she ever liked me?"

"Maybe…she could've…but, I'm not Jeanette…so, I wouldn't know these things."

"Oh. Okay."

We arrived at the hospital at 6:30 pm, and it was like déjà vu to me.

We ran up to the secretary, she asked, "Can I help you?", we asked her where Miss Miller was, and ran to the elevator.

So, after we got out of the elevator, ran to room 220, and knocked on the door. an old lady told us to come in.

"Miss Miller?" I whispered.

"Ssh…she's asleep." The lady quietly said.

"Is she alright?" Simon asked.

"I wouldn't know. I'm not a doctor or a nurse."

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I just like visiting the new patients."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Julie Stewart, but you may call me Julie for short."

"Well, Julie, I'm Eleanor, and this is my boyfriend, Simon."

"Why hello young man. Oh, I remember when I had myself a fellow like you. Tall, handsome, oh, he was wonderful."

"What happened to him?" Simon asked.

"It was his time to go, I guess."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Naw, it's okay. I still visit him sometimes in the graveyard with my grandchildren. They never really got to know him though."

"They never got to know their own grandfather?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, no. They were too young to remember him."

"That's terrible."

"Oh, no sweetie, it's fine, really."

"Julie?" I asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you…do you think it's Miss Miller's time to go?" She looked down at Miss Miller.

"It could be, sweetheart. But then again, I'm not a doctor."

"Oh…Julie?"

"Mmhhmm?"

"Would it be okay if we visited you?"

"Visited me?"

"Yeah, I mean…you seem so sweet and well…if Miss Miller doesn't make it then…I'll be so lonely."

"Honey, I would love it if you visited me. But, I'm afraid my time is coming to an end here soon."

"But…that doesn't mean we still can't come to see you."

"Eleanor, darling…" She sighed and took my hand in hers. "What I mean is…I don't have very much time. And…I'm afraid your mother doesn't either."

"How do you know?" Simon asked.

"I don't. I found that out from the doctor. He knows more about her than I do. But, I overheard his conversation with the nurse…and, well…it wasn't pretty."

"Julie…I wish…I wish Miss Miller wouldn't die."

"I know, sweetie. But that's the circle of life. You're born, you live, and then you die. And it keeps on repeating itself."

"Oh, Julie…I wish we could all live forever." I gave her a hug.

"So do I, sweetheart…So do I…"

I wish there were more people like Julie in the world. Oh, and I only own her...and my OCs.