Chapter twenty eight
Surprises still can happen when you're getting older

Isabella inhaled while looking to the board of her English class, her fingers playing with her hair seeing Mrs Riddle talking over the themes of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Her eyes going to Sarah who looked like she was falling asleep on the palm of her hand. "Psss" she poked her friend with a end of her pencil.

Sarah almost fell off her palm, "Wah!" She said quickly, her eyes snapping wide. Looking at Isabella. "Huh?" She yawned, trying not to daze off again.

"Little woman is a classic story," Isabella laughed, "so pay attention to me," she leaned closer to her friend. "I was wondering you still coming to Linc's birthday party tomorrow?" she asked felt weird if she didn't ask, but she wanted to make sure her friends were going to turn up.

Sarah nodded after a minute of thinking about it, "Sure I guess, will I even know anyone there besides the obvious people?" she asked before biting her lip.

"I don't know, I mean, I invited Maria, also, Serena is going to be there, and Michael, plus me..." Isabella sighed, "Well that would be the obvious..." she trailed off again looking out the window, "I saw Lincoln's ex girlfriend last week, she was like, tall, dark hair, like snow white minus the dwarves."

"Oh," Sarah paused biting her lip for a minute. "I bet she wasn't that pretty Isa no one is as beautiful as you." Sarah smiled.

"I appreciate the flattery, but she was gorgeous," Isabella kept looking down to her note book, "I mean, if we was in little woman, I'd be Beth, she'd be Meg..." her finger playing with her pencil like a baton, "I just kept thinking, wow, he's really choosing me over her." she shook her head lightly. "Sorry, I'm just being a little weird today."

"No, it's fine really." Sarah nodded before flashing another Smile at her while biting her lip. "Lincoln loves you and you love him you are deffo meant for each other so the black haired dwarf lady needs to take a hike."

"You know," Isabella laughed while playing with the pencil more, "you've always known the right words to use." she kept focused on the board, "then parts of me thing, if I went to New York, if I left like she did, will he assume I'd." she tried to think of the right words, "I don't want him to move to New York with me, and miss out on his son's life, because of me.

"I know what you mean, Isabella." Sarah said while biting the end of her pencil. "But what if, Linc wanted to go to New York? What If he took L.J with him?" she thought about the three of them living in New York.

"That my dear friend," Isabella pointed out, "Is a pipe dream." she glanced over the board, "We all want to think the best will happen, but in all fairness, Lincoln's not the legal guardian, all of the visits Lincoln gets with L.J are not set up by legal means, just Lisa getting her child support, by Lincoln paying her direct, no courts involved, and well," she exhaled, "I don't see Lisa just letting Lincoln take her son and move to another state with him."

"Oh, I didn't know." Sarah said while turning the page of her book absent minded. "In that case, what will you do if you go off to New York? Do you think the distance will work?" She asked lightly

Isabella inhaled quickly thinking over it herself, she'd done nothing but think it over, and over until her brain was sore. "I don't honestly know." Her words were a whisper. "I don't expect him to be happy, I won't want to go, but it's my Dad paying, and I feel like he's on the brink of disowning me."

"Would your dad really disown you? Are you sure?" Sarah bit her lip while closing the book now. Turning in he seat to face her friend while ignoring the teacher now writing notes.

"I don't know," Isabella kept focused on the front of the class, she kept thinking about the fact she read little Women, she'd not admit to liking a book, but while thinking about it all, she wondered if sometimes her life was like that era, that he dad didn't like Lincoln purely for the fact he wasn't rich, he didn't have stability for her.

"Miss Ferrari, would you end the chatter and read us chapter one?" Misses Riddle snapped holding the book up all the while staring at the two girls.

Isabella paused for a second, she got to her feet holding the book in front of her, her eyes kept focused forward, as she read the first chapter of the book, she kept her voice delicate, taking each word with meaning, she felt herself not really needed to look at the book while carefully keeping in perfect timing.

Sarah listened to every word Isabella was speaking, while following along with the rest of the class.

When the chapter was finished. Misses Riddle looked up. "Wonderful! Brilliant so much emotion, so realistic!" She clapped.

"You're welcome," Isabella kept looking as the final bell went.

Misses Riddle smiled, "Well class, what I want for homework this weekend is to read through chapters two to five and I will be holding a pop quiz on Monday morning, so no skipping to the cliff notes, as my questions will be detailed."

The class let out tiny groans before the bell went releasing then from class.

Standing up Sarah picked her books up while looking over Isabella "you must really like that book" she smiled

"Don't get the impression I read," Isabella pointed out placing her books into her bag quickly, "I don't want it getting out that I might have a brain." She giggled before looking to her watch, "Plus it's all last minute planning from here, so it's a good thing I've read this book seventeen times."

Sarah nodded, while putting the novel on the stack of her other books. "I'll assume so if you've read it Seventeen times," she paused while letting out a small laugh, the two of them leaving the classroom heading to their other classes together.

Sarah looked away from the lockers when Taylor made his way through the halls trying to get to his other class as well.

Michael kept looking to all the people that had turned up at the apartment; he turned to look over Serena trying to stop people eating. "So this is the big plan," he kept looking around, "Would Lincoln need to turn up?" he asked seeing people he didn't know talking, drinking, his eyes looking over his watch.

While Serena was fixing the plastic fancy looking glasses that were in a complex shape, She looked back at Michael. Brushing her hands down her sides. "I'm sure half the people here don't really care." Her tone was dry, looking annoyed at Michael.

Before her eyes went to the watch on her wrist. "I've gotta go." Her voice was set, pulling her fitted jean jacket on.

Michael blinked a few times, "Where are you going?" he asked playing with his bottle of Pepsi, his eyes going around everything, thinking about the way Lincoln was going to take this party.

Serena stared back at him, while taking her keys from her jacket, "Somewhere." Was all she said before turning to leave the apartment, the music loud, the people dancing and laughing.

Michael watched her leave; he didn't follow while starting to focus on the front door she's walked out of, now playing with his bottle feeling like a sore thumb.

Lincoln was finishing his shift at the docks. Standing at the large dirty sink, he was rubbing soap up his arms, trying to wash the dirt off. "Hey! Linc!" Derrick caught his attention.
"Yeah man?" Lincoln turned his head, before grabbing a rag to dry his hands.
"Wanna head out? I'll buy you a birthday drink?" He offered. Lincoln paused, thinking about it.
"Maybe another night man, the girl friends picking me up." He nodded, putting the rag back.
"Alright, well! Happy Birthday." He reached into his pocket taking out a twenty holding it out to Lincoln.
"No man, keep it." Lincoln shook his head.
"No man, you take it, it's a birthday gift!" Derrick nodded, before putting the bill into Lincoln's hand.

Wearing a long coat, it was hard for Isabella to keep her outfit hidden while standing on the dock yard wearing four inch heels, her long legs were exposed to the elements, her eyes kept focused around trying to keep a straight face, Lincoln still had no clue what was going to be hitting him when he got home, but kept smiling wrapping her arms around herself.

"Hey, babe." Lincoln said coming up beside her, wearing his typical work jeans, tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles and his leather jacket.
He smiled seeing her. "Jesus - you must be cold!" His eyes were looking down at her exposed legs, before kissing her cheek lightly.

"I'm cool," she exhaled her breathe cold, "so, we need to go your before dinner," she said getting to the passenger side of her car handing him the keys, "I am just happy with getting all them auditions finally out the way, I am going to eat everything in sight." she joked getting into the passenger seat winking to Derrick.

Derrick had nodded, but Lincoln hadn't noticed busy getting into the driver seat of the car, turning it on, the heaters starting up quickly.
"Finally, I wont feel guilty about eating the chips in front of you, anymore." He joked, smiling at her, "Okay the apartment first." He nodded. Before seeing her pulling her seat belt on.
He headed out toward the complex.

"Yes, not that you was complaining when I come round your in my leotard." Isabella laughed looking to the night sky, she felt like this plan was coming together. "So," she kept looking at the complex was getting into view, she was happy they didn't deliver the car early.

"Hey, there is a lot more you can see in the skin tight leotards." Lincoln joked casually while pulling into the complex. The fact a lot more cars were around then usual confused him. "Someone's either having a drug sale or ... Someone died." His voice was a little to calm for either option, turning the car off.

"No, no one died," Isabella got out of the car while wishing people would have parked scattered, but then again, she was dealing with Lincoln's friends. "Well we better get ready," she smiled taking his hand walking to the entrance, "I love you." she whispered quickly pulling him in to a tight kiss.

Kissing her back, his fingers brushing against the side of her cheek for a second, before they pulled apart, he smiled. "I love you too." He was still holding her hand as they started up the stairs. Listening to the music coming down the hallways.

Isabella smiled getting to the right door; she stood behind Lincoln with a big smile. "Well, it's your birthday, I am here to be there for you." her hands going into her pocket watching him carefully. "Think, tomorrow, you'll turn the big two one, legal drinker and all."

"Legal drinker." He snickered, turning his doorknob, the music getting louder. "What the fuc-..." He trailed off seeing tons of people inside his tiny apartment.
Before a grin broke over his face, he turned seeing Isabella behind him. "You, did this?" He was smiling he looked excited and surprised.

"Happy Birthday sexy face!" she laughed quickly kissing him. Taking off her long coat showing off a black and purple pin strip corset, it pushed her cleavage up in the right way, her skirt was a tutu style black lace with purple underneath, her long legs with her black heels, she smiled feeling better about him seeing her outfit, "I thought everyone loves a party in their own name."

Smiling again, looking over her body which seemed perfect in every way. "Thank you babe, I love you, so much." He pulled her into another kiss, before people started to realize he was finally here.
"Linc, man!" Derrick had gotten here before him.

Isabella placed her hands on her stomach, "I am happy you love it," she glanced around seeing Michael, blinking, "where's Serena?" she asked quickly.

Michael shrugged, "Went for a walk," he now looked to people finally tucking into the food.

"Oh, this is awesome!" Lincoln pulled his jacket off, putting in on the back of a chair in the kitchen, seeing the beer, he picked one up. Sipping it. Before looking back to Isabella with a grin on his face. "Thank you." He'd never been so surprised in his life.

"Well, it's all for you," she kissed his cheek looking to his friends with a smile, "I just think, you'd want to eat before it's all gone."

"Yeah, everyone is hungry," Michael, added while looking around to all the people, he noticed Maria feeling awkward, "I am going to be in my room." he pointed before disappearing.

"Oh, my favourites." Lincoln smiled picking up a plate, being half polite about things, when it all honest it wanted to drive head first into the food and eat his way out.
"Isa!" Sarah called over the people, seeing her best friend, she felt like she didn't belong but she showed up to the party anyways.
"Hey Sarah," she rushed to her best friend giving her a hug, "Oh so happy you're here, I love Lincoln, but only so much Car and," she stopped, "well, I love him, but he's boring conversation with friends." she giggled.

Sarah had laughed after hugging her friend back. "Don't worry, I thought that might happen so I decided to put on my best party clothes, do my hair up and rescue you from the men." She laughed, picking up a fruity drink in a plastic wine glass.

"With all men around, maybe you can find a non homosexual one." Isabella pointed out with a giggle; she glanced around to a new guy at the yard, "Boe!" she waved, "Boe!" a tall tanned man walked over to Isabella with a smile. "Boe, this is Sarah that I told you about."

Boe had dark green eyes, his hair short and spiky dirty blonde, his body lean, "You're Sarah," his accent was Hispanic, "I've heard so much about you..."

Sarah looked around ready to die - or possibly orgasm in her panties. Swallowing rough she looked from Boe to Isabella, with an 'oh my god' look in her eyes, before calming herself down. "So much about me?" She looked surprised, "Good things I hope?" She blushed around the cheeks.

"Well Isabella says you are a good friend," his voice slow, but not I'm a retard slow, more of English isn't my first language slow.

Isabella laughed, "I'll talk soon, I just need to make some calls," she quickly sneaked into Lincoln's bedroom picking her cell phone up dialling the number.

"Antonio's cars and rental services, Antonio speakin' how can I help you today?" An Italian man answered the phone.
"Hey Antonio, it's Isa," she spoke softly, "I just was making the confirmation call," she kept looking to the door, "Just make sure that when you get here, just drop call the number I gave you, should give me the signal." Isabella smiled while sitting on her side of the bed looking at herself in a full length mirror.

Antonio standing at the front desk of his business looked over to the parking lot where his crew were wax shining up a car. "No problem Miss Isa we'll be there at the time you told us." Antonio smiled to himself. "Drop a call to the number, will do."

Isabella hung the phone up, quickly laying back on the bed, she glanced to the ceiling with a laugh, her cell phone beside her, she closed her eyes feeling relaxed about the night letting out a small yawn feeling the days stress was finally over for her.

The music playing outside had suddenly stopped, the place became seriously silent, like something shocking had just happened enough to make everyone stop what they were doing and then, after a moment. Lincoln let out a manly scream.
Standing in the open doorway of Lincoln's apartment building was Serena, Serena looking calm as ever, holding a medium sized black amp in front of her.
Standing beside her, was an older man, wearing black shoes, dark blue jeans and a white button up V-neck t-shirt, the buttons buttoned and the V-neck exposing a tanned chest. The sleeved were rolled up onto a tank top.
They were clean shaven, their black hair the same as it always was, a small silver hoop in each their ear lobes, a jean jacket over their shoulder, a guitar case in the other, A red bandana in his back pocket.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Serena caught their attention. "I give you, Mister Bruce Springsteen." She grinned brightly.

Michael looked out of the door to his bedroom, he gave a quick squeal before rushing into the living room, the fact he'd never seen Lincoln look so surprised, he laughed, "now I think you've got a birthday."

Boe laughed, "The Boss?" he asked Sarah making sure he got the term right, he didn't want to look like an idiot.
In a moment of shock, Sarah looked back to Boe with a bright smile. "Yes, The Boss." She nodded unbelieving Bruce Springsteen was standing in the apartment beside Serena.
Lincoln had dropped five shades and looked pale white, in awed shock, staring - not blinking just staring.
Serena had shown Bruce a picture of Lincoln so Bruce smiled. Handing his guitar case to Serena after a moment, he stepped forward and the room seemed to step back, leaving Lincoln in the middle. "You Lincoln?" Bruce's Jersey accent was stronger when just speaking.
"I... Uhm, Hello." Lincoln tried to shake out of it, his eyes catching Serena who was grinning. "Yes, me - I Lincoln." He lost his ability to speak English.
"Bruce, nice to meet you." Bruce held his hand out and Lincoln carefully shook it.

Michael kept looking to his other brother, this was going to be a moment, "Oh, Camera," Michael quickly looked around picking a camera up, "you don't mind if I take photos?" he asked feeling rude if he just started to snap away, plus he knew Lincoln would kill him if he didn't get any photographic evidence.

Bruce laughed softly. "I don't think anyone has asked before - yeah, go ahead." He nodded looking at the boy with the camera.
Lincoln still staring, Looked around for Isabella, he needed someone to pinch him because this wasn't really happening, he was dreaming or he was dead - or something.
"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't expect The BOSS to be standing in my living room." Lincoln said out loud.
Bruce laughed, a soft laugh. "Well; I heard it was your birthday and your friend, Serena." He pointed to her and Serena waved, "Called me, asked me if I'd play you a few songs." He smiled again.

"Dude!" someone said loud from the kitchen area, "Serena you're the bitch!" he added with a laugh.

Michael kept looking trough the scope of the Camera taking pictures; he was looking amazed that Serena pulled this one off.

Boe kept looking happy, "Do you sing Born in the USA?" he asked the singer, he kept trying to keep himself calm, he wasn't sure if this happened every day or now.

When someone mentioned Born in the USA, Lincoln's eyes started glittering it was his favourite song, Born in the USA was his favourite Album. He remembered it was released on June forth of nineteen eighty-four.
Bruce glanced to the boy who'd spoken and smiled. "I can do, Born in the USA." He looked back. "Serena, if you please." He watched her plugging in the amp.
"I am... So glad I don't have to pee." Lincoln whispered to himself, Bruce taking out his electric guitar.
Plugging it into the amp, he strummed a moment getting a feel, clearing his throat.
Lincoln knew this was something not many people would believe, having Springsteen in your apartment on your birthday playing music. But he knew The Ferrari's had influence over just about anything they wanted.
Starting up, people started clapping their hands in rhyme with the none existent drum. "Born down in a dead man's town! The first kick I took was when I hit the ground, you end up like a dog that's been beat too much. 'Till you spend half your life just covering up." Bruce had started singing. Lincoln watched in complete awe. His eyes welling up all cute.
Michael staking pictures of everything, he kept feeling like this was a moment to remember, he kept listening the song from the man himself not believe it.
Maria slowly walking to Sarah, she was taking this in, for a moment contemplating throwing her panties at him, but took that need back. "Where is Isa?" she asked Sarah, she couldn't believe she was missing this.

Shaking her head. Sarah looked around the crowded apartment, all eyes on Bruce playing. "Dunno." Her voice was low; she started stepping back in the crowd, scanning for Isabella. Checking the washroom and other rooms carefully. "Isa?" She said poking her head into Lincoln's bedroom.

Lying on the bed on her back, was Isabella fast asleep, her hand still holding onto her cell phone, her head to one side with her free hand relaxed under her face looking peaceful.
Michael kept bouncing his head to the music, he wasn't a dancer, he just bobbed along thinking how no day was ever going to top this one.

"Poor pet." Sarah watched Isabella sleeping for a moment from the door frame, knowing she'd planned and worked so hard on this party and here she was resting.
Glancing at her watch, "I'll give her five more minutes." She whispered to herself.
Serena was grinning, seeing Michael bobbing his head as Bruce switched to 'Thunder Road.'
"Nice head bobbing." She laughed.

Michael laughed, "How did you get The Boss?" He kept smiling to her trying to figure out, but then he never really thought something like this would happen for Lincoln, Michael watched his brother with a smile. "You know, nothing is going to top this."

Serena shrugged one shoulder, "Nah, this is nothing." She laughed. "I called him and I asked, maybe faulted some money - no big deal." Serena said while looking over Michael.

"No Big deal," Michael pointing the Camera at Serena taking a photo of her, "you know, I am pretty sure you are, like going to replace me as Lincoln's favourite." he joked looking to the look on Lincoln's face.

Turning her head to see Lincoln watching Bruce with that star-struck expression while people were singing along to The Boss singing and playing the guitar.
Serena turned back to look at Michael, she rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure that - will never happen." She laughed.

"Well," Michael kept looking to the Camera, "I got one picture left, it can be for Linc and Bruce together," he kept laughing, "I think this is a birthday to remember." he added while listening to the music with a smile knowing this memory won't be forgotten.

"Hey, Isabella." Sarah whispered carefully leaning over her friend still sleeping peacefully on the bed; she touched her arm softly, giving her a tiny shake. "Wake up.''

"No Lincoln, not now, I'm..." she moved quickly, "Oh Sarah!" Isabella sat up while looking to Sarah, "how long have I been sleeping?" she asked quickly.

Watching over her friend sitting up, Sarah sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "Not long, - You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up, but I thought you'd want to be awake - Your sister got The Boss here." She still didn't believe it.

Isabella let out a yawn, "that's lovely..." she paused, "Wait, what!" she jumped to her feet tripping up catching herself, then rushed into the living room, "Oh my," she gasped looking to Lincoln.

Lincoln turned his head, seeing Isabella. "There you are!" He said quickly, reaching out and pulled her close to him as Bruce played 'Atlantic City.' Lincoln kissed the side of her face, while feeling at ease.

"I took a nap," Isabella glanced over his eyes. "I'm sorry, I've spend so long." her hand brushed up his chest, "Having a happy birthday party?" she asked him with a small smile.

"A very, very happy birthday, thanks to you and all your planning." Lincoln kept her close against his body.
When Atlantic City ended, Bruce started playing a rock version of Happy Birthday to Lincoln, every one joining in.

Isabella rest her head against Lincoln's chest while looking over the singer, she smiled closing her eyes lightly feeling this was a good thing Serena did for sighed, "Oh, damn it," he snapped the last photo of Lincoln and Isabella holding each other.

"If you weren't his brother, I'd call you a stalker creepy." Serena whispered to Michael.
Everyone cheered and clapped when Bruce finished singing. Taking his guitar off. He rested it in his case.
Kissing the top of Isabella's head. Lincoln didn't know this much happiness existed in the world. "I love you, Isa." He whispered.

"Love you too," She looked over Bruce Springsteen, "you're awesome for flying all this way for Lincoln." she kept looking to Serena with a bigger smile. The Phone rung a few times before stopping. "Okay everyone, birthday present time," she glanced to Lincoln; "Blindfold..." he hand out to Serena.

Pulling a blindfold out of her pocket, Serena grinned. Lincoln looked surprised again. "Another one?" He laughed, looking at the blindfold. "Is that, needed?" He laughed.
"Yes, now shh!" Serena laughed looking at Bruce pulling his jacket on.
"you will love this," Isabella kept walking Lincoln down the stairs, she was standing in front of him, Michael standing behind his brother guiding him carefully. "I think you're going to love this so, very much." Isabella glanced into the parking lot to a Aston Martin Virage Volante in green and blue was where Lincoln's old car was parked, with a silver massive ribbon around it, Isabella waiting until Michael was in front of him with a camera, ready to get Lincoln's reaction. "Happy Birthday!" she pulled the blindfold off.

For a minute, Lincoln looked confused, his eyes scanning over the car, before his eyes caught sight of the silver bow, his eyes went huge and his jaw almost hit the ground, "no way!" He said in an excited and surprised as hell kind of voice. It made Serena laughed. "No! Seriously?" He looked at Isabella his fingers were twitching.

Opening her hand, Isabella was holding a set of keys, it had a key chain, that had a photo of them both at Maria's party when they first had a photo taken. "It's all yours," she kissed his cheek placing the keys in his hand.

Michael kept snapping photos of Lincoln; he kept glancing to the new car feeling completely shocked.

Holding the keys, the picture on the key chain made him smile, before his fingers touched the gloss paint.
Carefully he unlocked the car door, sitting down in the drive seat, adjusting it quickly to him.
"This is... Perfect." His voice was low, careful in case he was going to wake up from a dream. Putting his hands on the wheel.

Isabella stood beside the open door, "Well, you always said you'd love the trade in your lump of rust," she touched the hood of the car, "I hope you love it, I picked the paint colour myself." she smiled more feeling her cheeks hurt.

Lincoln took her hand into his, holding it with a grin, before leaning up a little bit and pulled her down carefully pressing his lips against lips, smiling. "It's perfect." His voice serious, "Wanna take it for a test drive with me?" He grinned.

"You want to christen the back seat," she glancing around the back seat, "I'd love a test drive," sliding over him to the passenger seat.

Michael kept looking over his brother, "Be good," he watched everyone starring at the car.

"We'll be back soon, don't burn the place down!" He called the to the crowd of people, before looking at Michael, smirking. "Don't worry, we'll behave." He snickered, pulling the door closed, starting the car that purred. "Ohh, baby." Lincoln pulled on some sunglasses, pulling out of the parking lot quickly.

Michael watched as the car drove away, he glanced over to Serena, "I have a bad feeling he's going to be spending a lot of time in that.

Isabella glanced over to Lincoln, she touched the dashboard, "I wanted to know how you feel about having a room mate this summer..."

Lincoln smiled while feeling the power of the cars engine, "If that room mate is you, I'd love nothing more." He looked at her.

"Well yes," Isabella reached over rubbing her hand up his thigh, "but I've still got another present to give you," she kept her tone smooth while looking over the side of his face.

"Oh really? What might that be?" Lincoln asked carefully trying not to smirk, as they stopped at a red light, Lincoln could feel himself starting to get hard.

"You're going to have to wait until tonight now," she kept looking to the red light, she kissed his neck lightly, her hand still working on his thigh, "but it's worth the wait." she kissed his cheek.

Lincoln let out a dramatic sigh, before laughing, "Okay, - If you say so." He laughed, his hand finding the one on his thigh, lacing their fingers together, "I really, wanna say; Thank you - this is the most, amazing gift and you really didn't have to." He smiled.

"No I didn't have to," she smiled, "I wanted to," she kept thinking about it, "You will take good care of this." Isabella watched the lights changing.

"Oh you better believe it." Lincoln said while pressing the gas, the car didn't struggle and it was strange for him.

Getting back to the party, it seemed that everyone was settled into talking, drinking, Isabella picked up a bottle of beer passing it to Lincoln, "Here you go," she kissed his cheek, she looked around see Boe and Sarah kissing on a sofa, she laughed.

"Thanks babe." Lincoln smiled while taking the beer, grinning. But the grin dropped seeing Veronica appearing in his apartment, she was stumbling around, clearly drunk. "Hey! Happy birthday! Lincoln!" She yelled.

Isabella looked to the woman, "I'm sorry," she stood in front of the girl who was bigger than her, "What are you doing here?" she said with a sigh.
"I - I just," She hiccupped. "Wanted to wish Lincoln a happy birthday!" She grinned brightly, rushing to Lincoln wrapping her arms around him, trying to kiss him, but Lincoln pushed her away before she got the chance.

"You're drunk!" He said darkly.
"I Love you!" Veronica said seriously.

Isabella kept feeling completely lost at this point, her hands on her hip, she walked to Veronica, "I'm sorry, see this is where I will give you the chance to walk away." her accent think, she found she was taking her chance into keeping calm.

"Punch her face in Isa!" Maria called from where she was in the room, her Latino Ghetto voice making it hard to ignore.

Lincoln just wanted to keep the peace, he didn't want any fights happening on his Birthday - well pre-Birthday.
"Veronica, I don't love you, maybe before - Maybe but. Not now, I love Isabella, I want to spend my future with Isabella." He pointed to Isabella while looking seriously at a Veronica who was holding herself up by the wall.
"B-but, I love you, so much... Weren't my blow jobs good enough?" She started to cry, feeling her head throb.
"You are making a fool of yourself, just leave." Lincoln crossed his arms.

Isabella shook her head, she stood in front of Veronica, her eyes looking into her blue, "see I wanted to hit you, I mean it would be cool, but you're pathetic," she folded her arms, "also, you just openly admitting the fact you preformed oral sex on my boyfriend, just made me feel ten different types of sick." her voice had dropped to a scary calm, her eyes focused, "please, get your trashy ass out of this apartment, or, well I won't hit you, but I can't stop Maria," she glanced to the Hispanic friend standing behind her now punching her palm roughly.

Veronica watching Isabella, felt jealous of her, she was perfect on every level, before looking back to Lincoln. "Someday you're going to need me, you'll realize you love me too!" She started bawling before running from the apartment.
Making everyone look around awkwardly, Serena glanced to Lincoln - who looked leery and unpleased, when he opened his mouth the words came out in that dangerous calming voice that when Lincoln spoke in, it meant business and no asshatting around. "Who invited her?"

"Well, for once I can say it wasn't me," Isabella held a hand up, "But seriously, Linc," she pointed back to where Veronica went, "I think I am," she waved her hand.

"Isa, it's okay, I mean, she looks like she couldn't get a guy going sober," Maria glanced around, "Right, who invited the miss know it all...?"

Michael was slowly slipping into the kitchen area now, trying to blend into the woodwork and be completely invisible.

When no one answered Lincoln's question, his fisted hand came down on the kitchen table roughly making a loud bang, it made Serena squeak.
"I asked, who the HELL invited her?" He looked around, scanning everyone's faces.
Serena bit her lip, she could see by Lincoln's knuckles going white and his green eyes going darker he was going to snap if he didn't get answers. "Michael did!" She squeaked, before covering her mouth, stepping back.
Lincoln turned around, to face his little brother. "What?" He didn't believe it.

"Michael really!" Isabella turned around to face him, "I mean, please don't tell me, you did her too!"

Michael's eyes got big; "I'm not going to, a, no, it's Veronica!" he then looked to the glare Lincoln was giving him. "She dragged it out of me, she was crying, and acting upset, and, she got it out of me!"
"Well you should've grown a pair and ignored her!" Lincoln's voice had changed to a seriously pissed off one. Pointing at Michael, "You should know better! Stop being a such a Princess!" He yelled at him now. Sometimes he wanted to give him a smack and kick him out. Serena had kept stepping back, feeling horrible and stupid.

Isabella closed her eyes, "Linc," she stepped in front of him, "Linc, Linc, Linc," her eyes looking up to him, her hands holding over his fist, "Please," she felt her voice shaking now, "Please calm down for me." she kept searching his eyes, her voice soothing while she ignored everyone else in the room.

Lincoln kept staring over Isabella to Michael, looking more annoyed then before. But slowly calmed down when his eyes found Isabella's and he let out a long breath. "Okay, calm..." He nodded carefully.

Leaning up, Isabella kissed him softly, "Just remember, your party," she then looked to people still silent on an awkward, what do we do now, pose. "Who's wants to do a beer run?" Isabella clapped her hands, "Linc's driving," she looked up to him trying to lighten the mood.

Michael walked over to Serena, "you really had to drop me in it, didn't you."

Serena letting the finger she was biting go, looking up at Michael. She'd grown two inches now five foot four, but she still had to look up. "I'm sorry okay? - Did you see the look in his eyes, he was going to beat people with sticks."

"Yeah, people," he pointed out, "people who are not me," he kept his tone down, but it seemed people were making a move, it was getting late, plus he kept looking her over. "I am hanging on by a thread Serena, a fucking thread!"

"That isn't my fault! You should've kept your mouth shut and not invited Veronica! He was going to find out the truth eventually, Michael!" Serena said in a harsh whisper, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't pin this on me, this is your stupid mistake!"

"No, because in the big world of Serena Ferrari, you can do no wrong," Michael waved his hands, "no, cos you're perfect, with your perfect grades, perfect parents, and your sister who's big and flashing showing off with buying my brother a car, you with your contacts, and what I get Lincoln, nothing!" he stared, "No, I got him a CD."

Serena had narrowed her eyes, everything coming from his mouth, might've been true but they way he said it. Made Serena get mad, very quickly. She brought her open left palm to collide against his face, making a loud 'smacking' noise. "You shut up Michael Scofield! Don't you dare speak to me like that ever again." Her accent getting thicker the madder she got.

"Or what?" Michael kept watching her, his cheek stung, it felt painful, but he wasn't going to let it show on his face. "Cos right now, all you seem to do, is show off everything." he then folded his arms, "but hey what ever makes you look like the perfect stuck up bitch." he looked to the empty house, "I'm out!"
"You. Are a fucking asshole!" Serena yelled at him, feeling her hands pushing him backwards. She wasn't stronger then him, but she wasn't so weak anymore. She'd been running and training at the Gym with Isabella. "Look at what the stuck up bitch can do!" She brought her fist to his nose. Before stepping back, "go to hell!" She storm out of the apartment.

Lying in bed Isabella was playing a hand over Lincoln's chest, her finger playing small circles, her breathing had calmed down while focused on her fingernails making small trails over his skin, she kept focused on her finger before looking slowly up to his face, "You know, after we've done it, your have this thing," she kept her voice a whisper, "where your heart its fast, but slowing down, and you let out this little sigh."

Looking down at her, his arm wrapped around her. Lincoln raised one eyebrow before smiling a tiny smile. "Really? - I never noticed." He admitted before clearing his throat. "I do notice that you, stare at the wall like you're re-playing it." He joked.

She kept giggling, "Well, it's just," she rolled on the bed now lying on her stomach looking up to his face, "I just keep trying to remember, it's all real." she exhaled, "That you're really here, and I'm really here." her body moved slowly on the bed so she could kiss him lightly. "I sometimes think this is all a wonderful dream..."

"D'you know what? Sometimes I think that too... Except I've fallen and hit my head at work and I'm now in a coma." He whispered, his fingers brushing against her lower back. "But when I wake up and fall asleep everyday, for just that little moment, I know it's real and if its not... I hope I never wake up." He kissed her.

Isabella moved up a little move, she kept looking into his eyes, "Nope," she shook her head, "Awake," she carefully saddled on his lap watching his face, "You trust me right?" she asked him carefully while holding his hands carefully.

Nodding slowly, looking up at her on top of him, "Of course I do, with my life." His voice light, his green eyes were staring up, blinking slowly.

"I trust you with mine," her eyes going over his face, she slowly leant down kissing him, her hands letting his go before making the kiss deeper, her eyes slowly looking to the clock, "you know, you're officially twenty one years old now..." she laughed.

"Great, reminding me I'm getting old while my Girlfriend is, so young." Lincoln grinned, brushing his free hands down the beds sheets, slowly up her bare arse and around to her hips.

Isabella shivered for a second before laughing, "you're not old," she whispered kissing him lightly, "you're mature." she started to trail kisses down his body, "Why I love you," she added slowly working further down, she kept her kisses very feather light.
Lincoln wasn't to sure what she was planning, but feeling the kisses going down his chest, he started to get a little excited in the low regions. "Isa - what are you... Doing?" Lincoln asked like he didn't know, closing his eyes slightly.

She kept moving, her lips brushing down his toned stomach, "Relax," she whispered before getting closer down his stomach, her hand lightly moving over his hard on, her eyes kept on his face seeing his eyes closed.

"Mmm-hmm..." Lincoln had relaxed, his body calm, his head against the pillow, feeling Isabella's hand moving over his cock, he inhaled sharply.

For a second Isabella knew she'd never done this before, plus she wasn't just doing it because someone else already had, no she wanted to do something for him. Thinking of all the times he'd gone down on her. Lightly closing her eyes, her tongue carefully moved up the head, she moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, while moving her lips around the head rolling her tongue around, she started curiously, before making more quicker movements with her tongue.

His left hand fingers gripped onto the bed sheets, groaning in pleasure, feeling her warm tongue and mouth around the head of his cock, working with her hand. "Isa..." He said in an encouraging tone, his right hands fingers brushing down into her hair.

Feeling more confident, Isabella started to take more of him into her mouth, keeping the right pressure, her hands kept on his thighs now, she didn't feel as awkward as she thought she would, her fingernails playfully scratching his thighs, her eyes closed taking in the moment.

Gripping onto the bed sheet tighter, his fingers grabbed her hair softly, pulling at it lightly, his head rolling to the side, his groans turning into moans.
Feeling himself per-cuming into her mouth he gasped, feeling her scratching against his thighs.

Knowing the fact she was doing it right, she moved her hands more rough, her fingernails working their magic, her throat was adapting, taking more of him in, working her tongue, she felt like she wished she done this sooner, her eyes lightly open to look over his face, feeling herself getting off on this, wanting him badly to enjoy every second of it.
Lincoln was, he started pulling her hair harder, moaning her name louder the more of him she took into her throat. "Uh, fuck." He felt the tingling starting in his body. "Isabella..." He held his eyes closed tighter, "I'm gonna..." His voice trailed off as his body tensed.

With one of three options, Isabella could swallow, spit, or take her mouth away, she closed her eyes feeling him cum inside her mouth. Feeling the warm sensation brushed over her tongue, she dug her fingernails in a little harder before slowly swallowing, trying not to have her gag reflex kick in, she slowly moved back up the top of the bed taking the glass of water on her side taking a quick sip.

For a long minute, Lincoln laid with his eyes closed; there was something about the sensation of a girl - especially Isabella sucking his cock that made him cum harder then usual. His chest was rising and falling quickly.
Calming down, he opened his eyes slowly. Turning his head up to look at Isabella, "Isabella - you are amazing." His voice was a whisper, his hand reaching out touching her side as she sipped the water.

Turning slowly while placing the water back on the side, "I love you," she laid back down on the bed carefully playing over his chest again. "I just," she kissed lightly on his chest, "You." her eyes meeting his.

"I, what?" Lincoln asked carefully, fingers brushing into her hair. His eyes were scanning into hers deeply. "I love you too." He smiled.