Hi again! I am having a bad time at updating. But don't worry, I have 3 other stories that are suffering the same fate. I had to update this story with SOMETHING so here it is. I am hoping to start focusing on Klaus and Isadora because I seem to have focused a lot on Violet and Quigley, so I hope you all enjoy this chapter, ENJOY!
Isadora picked up her notebook and opened it. She was sitting on the porch in front of her house, glad to finally be able to take some time to write poems. She had just spent the entire morning moving the furniture around in the living room, bedrooms, and kitchen trying to make the house more homey, without having any other furniture or accessories to use. And on top of that, she hadn't seen Klaus today!
She had eaten breakfast with Sunny and Duncan, but Klaus wasn't there. Duncan didn't know where he was, and Sunny had said in her own baby language that she hadn't seen him since last night. That worried Isadora a little, since Klaus never missed breakfast, especially when Sunny made her famous peach flavored oatmeal, which didn't sound quite right, but was absolutely delicious.
Isadora silently scolded herself. Klaus was a big boy, and could take care of himself. She guessed that she was just acting like the worrisome girlfriend that she really didn't want to become.
She decided to start writing, but nothing came to her. She sat there for 10 minutes, but still nothing. Her mind just couldn't focus.
Finally, Isadora stood up and walked back inside. She might as well look for Klaus if she couldn't write.
So, she started in the living room. No one.
She checked the kitchen. Only Sunny cutting meat to make sandwiches.
She then checked the back yard, but only found a few birds.
Up to her bedroom she went, but no one.
The boy's room only held Duncan reading the newspaper, again.
Isadora checked the bathroom, but nothing.
She checked a couple other rooms, which were full of junk, but no Klaus.
Isadora was getting worried, when she remembered the tower. Of course he would be up there. He was always searching for information about VFD, and about his parent's secret lives.
She walked up the stairs slowly, Count Olaf's tower always gave her the creeps, until she came to the top. The door was open, but only a little. She peeked in and saw none other then Klaus sitting in front of a large stack of boxs, flipping through what looked to be a book.
Isadora slowly opened the door, but it squeaked really loud, announcing her presence to Klaus.
Klaus turned around and looked at her. She was just about to say hi, when she noticed that he had tear streaks onhis face. He had been crying.
Klaus quickly turned his back to her. Isadora was about to walk out and leave him alone, when she heard a sob come from his direction. Suddenly, Isadora felt a wave of compassion come over her. She knelt down beside him, and put a arm around him.
He didn't cry again, but just sat there leaning against Isadora. They sat like that for a few minutes, until Isadora asked the question that had been bothering her.
"Uh, Klaus, can I ask you something?" He nodded, so she continued. "Why were you crying?"
Klaus didn't answer, he just reached down and picked up a book that he had been looking at, and handed it to her. She took it and opened it. She gasped.
Inside there was picture after picture of Klaus and his family. There was a couple that had just Klaus in it, others that had his siblings, and some that had just a man and a woman in them. Under all the photos were notes that looked like they had been scribbled on. They just said who was in the picture, the date, but also where the picture was taken.
Isadora looked up at Klaus, who was now wiping tears from his eyes.
"Those are pictures that we used to have in my house. This phot album used to sit under the coffee table in my living room, right on top of the book on bird watching that my dad used to look at. I remember mom would sometimes pull it out and show us pictures of my dad and her when they were just married, or when they went on trips."
Klaus blew his nose, then continued. "I remember always picking on Violet cause she looked funny when she was little, and she would just joke back that I didn't look to handsome either." Isadora smiled slightly. "You know what makes me upset, beside all the memories?"
Isadora shook her head. "It's the fact that Count Olaf has this. Where in the world did he get it? I mean, what did he do, go into my house before he burned it down and stole this? That's what upset's me the most."
Isadora closed the book and put her hand on his shoulder. "I know that it's painful to remember the various memories that hurt because they remind you of happy times, and I know that it must be horrible to see that all your memories were in Count Olaf's hands, but you have to look at this from the bright side."
Klaus looked at her, waiting for an explanation. "You now have your family photo album back, filled with pictures of your family, and that is great. You can actually see your parents in pictures, instead of having to remember their faces in your mind. Violet and Sunny are going to be really happy when they see this."
Klaus smiled and nodded. He wiped the last of the tears from his eyes, and stood up with Isadora.
They went back downstairs to lunch, with Sunny be overly glad to see the phot album again.
That evening, Violet also was happy, and they spent the rest of the evening, and well into the night, looking at various pictures, and telling the Quagmire's about them.
The Baudelaire's finally felt as if their hearts were finally starting to heal, and that that they might be able to get their lives back on track a bit more.
How did you like this chapter? PLEASE REVIEW! I know that it wasn't really to romantic, but I am having writers block when it comes to romance for this story, but please continue reading, BYE Li Li
