BeBe: Sorry it's been a while. Meh laptop died and I couldn't find the charger because my brother had played with it, but I'm back, now!

Bri stared at the computer in disbelief. There was no way that Victor could be her grandfather! No way in hell! The internet lied all the time.

But, there was no way that Fabian would use a site that he thought was unreliable. And she had never met her mother's father before and she'd also never really heard much about him. All her mother would ever say was that he was a jerk who didn't deserve to be a part of the family.

She bit her lip and continued to blink at the words.

"You guys do realize what this means, right?" Fabian asked.

To tell the truth, Bri had been too shocked to find out that she was related to Victor to really think of anything else.

"That she has Victor's blood running through her veins….." Patricia breathed.

"And since she's Brianna's reincarnation…" Fabian didn't have to finish the sentence.

Everyone turned to look at Bri, who was feeling weak. "I can't believe it…." she whispered., then shook her head. "I need to sit down."

As if she were about to faint, Nina and Patricia each grabbed one of her hands, and led her to Amber's bed. Bri put a hand to her head as she tried to sink everything in.

"Maybe this should be it for the day." Nina murmured, glancing at Fabian. "I know that we're really just starting to get somewhere, but I think Bri already has enough to take in as it is."

Fabian nodded. "It's Friday, anyway and there's no school. Let's just forget about all this for the rest of the day."

"Besides," Patricia smirked at Bri, "It's your first full day with George. You should spend some quality time with 'your man'." the air quotations were added with her eyes since Alfie was also in the room.

"Oh, I think she had enough quality time with him last night." Alfie grumbled, shaking his head. "Nearly gave Jerome a heart attack."

Bri smirked weakly at the brit. "Didn't you already say that?"

Alfie shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Had to, again."

Bri rolled her eyes, got up, and started toward the door. "Well, then. I'll just go wake up my man, right now so he doesn't miss breakfast."

But George was already heading towards the stairs as Bri opened the door. Wow, talk about good timing.

The others filed out behind her as the redhead caught up to them. Bri made a quick motion with her head towards Alfie, which caused George to smirk. She threw an arm around Bri, and nuzzled the top of her head.

"I missed you this morning, when I woke up and you weren't there." she murmured in a voice that sounded so in love that even Bri thought she meant it for a second.

But she giggled after she caught herself, as they made their way down the stairs. "Sorry hon, but I can only go so long without food, ya' know."

Bri heard Patricia mutter "Get a room" from behind them. She glanced around to see the other redhead smiling at her, showing that she didn't really mean it.

"We already have one." Bri said, smiling back.

By then, then they'd reached the dining room. The other three members of the house were still sitting there, finishing off their breakfast. Bri sat in her usual place next to Jerome, and George sat on the other side of her.

Since their was only one plate left, they decided to share telepathically telling each other that it would help their "we're in love" act even more. Now, it was time for the play to officially begin.

{Jerome's p.o.v}

Bri and George were finishing off what was left of the waffles. Or, at first it seemed like they were going to. Then they started spraying each other with the canned whip cream, and then licking it off of one another.

It was all making Jerome very sick. And, seriously, who could blame him? Seeing the girl he loved playing with the man she was in love with?

He'd almost lost his cool when George leaned over to lick the whip cream off of Bri's cheek-just a bit too close to the lips for his taste.

"Could you save some for the rest of us?" Jerome forced a smile onto his face. He was glad that he hadn't eaten all of his waffles yet, and that they didn't have any whip cream on them.

Bri-who had the bottle at the moment-glanced behind her shoulder at him, surprised. There were dabs of whip cream all over her face and Jerome was half tempted to lick one of them off himself, to show George who she really belonged to. But, of course, he just barely managed to restrain himself.

"Oh!" she laughed, turning to face him fully. "I'm sorry! Here!" she sprayed his waffles with a considerable amount of whip cream, before turning back to George.

Jerome shot a pleading look at Mara and Nina who also had waffles with no whip cream on their plates. The two girls sighed before asking Bri for some, as well. By the time they were done the can was thankfully, gone.

Bri sat back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, what do we have planned for today?"

"Trudy asked us to go out shopping for an air mattress." Mick said. "For your friend James who's coming on Sunday."

"Oh, right!" Bri giggled. "Great, we'll do that! Then, maybe tonight we could start a fire and watch A Christmas Story."

"Oh, wait, Bri." George laughed. "Jaimie will kill us if we watch it without him. It's his favorite Christmas movie."

"You're right." Bri thought for a second. "Then how about A Muppet's Christmas Carol? Everyone up for that?"

Jerome wasn't. It wasn't at the top of his list to watch Bri and George snuggle during a movie, but it sure as hell beat listening to them get it on above him. For a second he let his mind wander and imagined him and Bri snuggling up to watch a Christmas movie, but was brought back when he realized that everyone was staring at him.

"Uh, yeah, sure. That's cool." he said, remembering that he hadn't given an answer.

"Oh, great!" Bri squealed clapping her hands. "This'll be wonderful!"