A/N: A huge thank you must go out to ImAdctd2A3rdClssRkStr (I swear your p.c. and mine are plotting against us everytime we try to IM), for if she didn't help me with what I had written then this chapter would have taken even longer to be posted. I am sorry for the length of time it took me to get this up, it is uncharacteristic of me, but some drama's been going down around me and let's just say, people suck! So, finally this chapter is posted, I'm not quite sure on how I feel about it, but please tell me how you feel about it!
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One Week Later…
Isabelle sat down on the couch, plopping down next to Jack, who held Keith in his arms the both of them sleeping soundly. She smiled at the sight, happy that the most difficult member of her family was finally getting along with Jack. She leaned over to Jack's side and gently kissed his neck, emitting a small noise from the back of his throat.
"How about I go put Keith in his room so that Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Jack can have some time to themselves?" Isabelle suggested to Jack as he woke.
"I think I like that idea," he replied. Isabelle went to take Keith from Jack's arms but he shook his head. "Let me do it, he likes me now, so I think I should be able to deal with naptime."
"Be my guest," she replied.
Smiling, she settled into the back of the couch as Jack carefully stood up, as to not wake the sleeping child. He headed towards the stairs, as he reached them he turned towards Isabelle and grinned mischievously. He walked up the stairs, placing careful steps and avoiding toys left on the floor, a lesson he learned the third night here. He pushed Keith's door open and walked over to his bed, placing him onto the mattress. As he went to pull the blankets over him, Keith woke slightly.
"Hey, buddy, go back to sleep," Jack said, ruffling his hair gently.
"Do you love Izbelle?" he asked, looking up at him with a sleepy gaze.
"Of course," he replied. He shook his head and fixed the covers on the bed. "I love her very much. Why do you ask?"
Keith shrugged and yawned softly, rolling over so that his back was to Jack. Gently, Jack patted the kid on the head and turned towards the door.
Did he love Isabelle? Of course he did. It was the reason he didn't confront her about the picture. He loved her and didn't have the courage to ask her, afraid that he would lose her. He knew that it would seem like he was insinuating that she had cheated on him, he always said the wrong things when it came to matters like that. Questioning Isabelle about cheating would be the end of their relationship. She had been so hurt when he had slept with the girl at the party that he could never accuse her of something similar.
As Jack ventured down the stairs he saw that the shades had been drawn and Isabelle was lighting candles. He watched her gently blow the match out and then place the used ones on a glass holder beside the candles. When he reached the bottom step she was standing by the stereo in the living room, putting in a CD and then turning the lights off so that the glow from the candles she had lit while he was upstairs was the only source of light. Standing there by the candle, the light hitting her face made her even more beautiful to Jack, her skin glowing perfectly. He quietly finished his descent and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly and pulling the matches out of her hand.
"Is this for us?" he asked, whispering into her neck
"No, it's for my next door neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Pratt, it's their fiftieth anniversary," Isabelle replied, smiling as she turned around in his arms to face him.
"Oh, well, congrats to them," he said.
"Yeah, I-"
Jack cut Isabelle off by softly kissing her, pressing his hands into the small of her back. She laughed as he walked with her towards the couch, stumbling slightly. She landed with a soft thud and Jack came down to her instantly. Closing her eyes, Isabelle felt every touch and kiss her laid on her more intensely and she was enjoying it, but in the back of her mind she had this foreboding feeling of dread, like something wasn't going to go well. Jack noticed her sudden change in reaction to him and he pulled away slightly, looking down into her eyes.
"Baby, are you okay?" he questioned, running his hand along her cheek gently.
"Yeah," she replied unsurely. She leaned up to him and kissed him intensely, pulling him back down to her. "I love you."
Jack felt that something was wrong in her words as she said them, but didn't address the problem. He whispered them back to her huskily and went back to paying attention to her lips. Isabelle's hands were grasping firmly onto Jack's hair, their legs entwined, she pushed him away a bit, ready to get a little closer when the phone rang. Glancing over at the phone, Isabelle shook her head and ignored it, sliding her hands underneath Jack's shirt and pulling it over his head. He smirked at her as soon as the fabric hit the floor. When his lips met hers again the sound of the answering machine rang out and Jane's voice filled the downstairs.
"Isabelle, answer the phone if you can hear me…You know you're supposed to be at Hank's bosses house in an hour right?" Jane asked, in the recording.
"Shit," Isabelle muttered, pushing Jack off of her and running to the phone. "I completely forgot…I know, I promised to be there tonight…Yes, I know I have to get Jack and Keith ready…I know…Just give me an extra half an hour and I promise I will be there….Yes, six-thirty sharp…Yes…Bye."
"I take it that we won't get to celebrate the Mr. and Mrs. Pratt's fiftieth anniversary for them anymore," Jack said. Isabelle laughed softly and shook her head.
"Jack, I am so sorry and this totally not the way I wanted to spend our night, but we have to go to dinner at Hank's parents' house," she said.
"I kind of got that from the message," he joked. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, we can celebrate later."
"You're not mad?"
"Of course not." He kissed the top of her head and let her go. "Okay, why don't you go upstairs and take a shower first since you take the longest and I'll go wake Keith up and start getting him ready."
"Thank you." She pecked him softly on the cheek and started to run up the stairs, Jack right behind her.
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"Jack, is Keith almost ready?" Isabelle asked, calling out from inside the closed bathroom.
"Keith?" Jack question. "What do you mean, baby?"
Isabelle stuck her head out of the bathroom ready to yell at him only to see Jack heading down the hallway, carrying a giggling Keith upside down. She laughed softly and threw the door open the rest of the way. Jack walked over to her and kissed her neck softly, smelling the scent of her soap on her skin and the laundry detergent on her robe.
"Who's this Keith person you speak of?" Jack asked.
"Me, Uncle Jwack," the little boy exclaimed, through his laughter.
"Did you hear something, Belle?"
"Aunt Izbelle, tell Jwack to put me down!"
"Jack Mercer, put Keith down," Isabelle instructed.
Jack reached down, picking Keith right side up and then placed him on his feet on the floor. Keith stumbled towards the wall a bit, grasping onto Jack's jean clad leg for support. Isabellelaughed and picked him up.
"So, what did you do to him?" she asked Keith.
"Nothing, Jwack said that it was part of the process," he replied.
"Process? Now what process would that be?"
"His hair," Jack answered, smiling proudly. "Keith wanted me to help him with his hair. So I decided to help the little tyke out. He'll be the hottest thing to hit preschool."
"Kindergarten," he corrected.
"Excuse me…Kindergarten."
"Okay, but behave you two," Isabelle replied. "Jack, do Keith's hair and then bring him to my room, I'll have your clothes waiting for you so that you can take a shower and get dressed quickly. Okay?"
"Yes, m'am," he said.
Isabelle started to leave the room but she felt Jack grasp onto her arm and pull her back to him. She looked at him curiously but he kissed her quickly.
"Looked like you needed that," Jack stated.
"Thanks."
Isabelle went to her room and walked over to Jack's bags. She grabbed them, throwing them onto her bed. She scanned the small selection of Jack's clothes for something appropriate, but found nothing. She walked out of her room and over to her sister's room, right over to Hank's closet. She grabbed a button up shirt from the hanger and then headed back to her room where Jack and Keith were already waiting.
"So, what do you think of the new, improved, Keith Daniels?" Jack asked, holding him up.
Isabelle laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. Somehow Jack had managed to replicate his hair on her nephew's short, thin hair. She took him from Jack and looked down at him, unable to wipe the grin off of her face.
"Well, don't you look handsome," Isabelle remarked. "I love it, now we just have to see what his mother and father are going to say."
"I forgot about the elders," Jack joked.
Isabelle looked up at him, shaking her head. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him softly.
"Keith looks adorable," she said. "Now we just have to work on you. Go get your butt in the shower and put this on." Looking down at the shirt, Jack made a face. "What?"
"Seriously, Belle?"
"You need to dress up. Besides, blue makes you look really sexy," she said. She grabbed his only pair of jeans without holes or paint smeared on them and handed them to him as well. "Go get ready."
"Fine, but only for you."
"Aren't I lucky? A man who actually wears what I tell him to. It's like my own personal life sized Ken doll."
"Funny, Belle."
Isabelle turned around to face her nephew who was jumping on her bed, happily. She grabbed him off of the bed and swung him around. She placed him back on the bed, this time sitting, and took a seat next to him. He looked so adorable with the new hairstyle that Jack had given him, she just wondered what his parents or grandparents were going to think about it.
"Aunt Izbelle, what's a babe?" Keith asked, knocking her out of her thoughts.
"What?" she questioned.
"Uncle Jwack, told me I would get major babes with my hair like this," the little boy replied, scrunching his face up in disgust. "But I thought Babe was a pig."
"You're a babe is a pig, just like the movie. Uncle Jack is just weird," Isabelle replied, smiling softly.
The door to the bathroom opened and Jack came out, buttoning up his shirt. He walked into the bedroom just as the top button was fastened. He looked up at the two of them and noticed the expression on Isabelle's face, realizing that he had done something wrong.
"Jack, why did you mention babes to my nephew?"
"Um…Yeah, about that…"
"I don't have time for your explanation now Jack, I need to get dressed or we're going to be late." She stood up and walked over to him, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt. "Much better."
Isabelle rushed off to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Jack turned over to Keith and shook his head.
"You totally narced on me, kid," he joked.
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"Hank, I wanted to go over some figures with you while you're here," Mr. Davis, Hank's boss, said as he wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his employee and led him into the far section of the room. "Now, I was re…"
Jack and Isabelle sat on the other side of the room on an overstuff leather coach. She glanced over at him, instantly realizing his boredom. He was twirling his thumbs around one another as if he was having an unsuccessful thumb war and tapped his foot incessantly. Smiling, Isabelle wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, gently massaging the small knot out of it.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he said, looking over at her. He gave a weak smile and then went back to his fidgeting.
"I am so going to make up for this, I promise," she whispered into his ear, kissing it softly.
"How so?"
"You'll see."
Isabelle rested her head on Jack's shoulder as he wrapped his arm around hers, pulling her next to him. She laughed softly, getting the attention of Mr. David, who turned towards the two teens and then back at Hank, who was rambling off random figures.
"You know, we can talk about this in the office on Monday morning, I brought you all here to have a nice relaxing evening. I like to find out more about my employees and their families," Mr. Davis said.
Ushering Hank back into the living room, Mr. Davis took a seat on the chair that faced Isabelle and Jack, while Hank walked over to the other one where Jane and Keith were. He looked over at his employee's immediate family and grinned. From the view of the side of his face, Isabelle didn't trust him, he gave off a weird vibe, but she listened in on the conversation anyway. Jack was less interested in hearing what he had to say. He moved his arm from Isabelle's shoulders to around her waist and kissed her neck softly, not caring if he was caught.
"Stop," Isabelle whispered, with a small laugh.
Mr. Davis caught a glimpse of the two of them and turned his attention to the two teens. Jack barely pulled away from Isabelle, glancing up only with his eyes as they were addressed.
"How long have you two lovebirds been together?" Mr. Davis asked.
"Um, about six months, I think," Isabelle answered.
"A little more than seven, actually," Jack corrected, tightening his grip on her waist.
"They're practically inseparable," Hank commented, looking over at the two of them. "But Jack's a good kid, he's got his heart in the right place when it comes to Isabelle."
Jack smiled to himself at the approval of Hank.
"Are you two planning on attending the same college?" Mr. Davis questioned.
"Um, I'm not really sure if college is in either of our futures," Isabelle replied. She looked back at Jack and placed her hand over his. "He wants to be a musician and I'm probably just going to go straight into the working world. I was the best waitress back home in Detroit."
"A musician, eh?" He looked at Jack as if he was summing him up and a small grin formed on his lips. "Do you really think that it's a wise profession?"
"My mother always told my brothers and me to follow our heart. It's worked well for my other brothers," he answered, a bit angry at this guy's audacity to question him.
"And what do they do?"
"Jeremiah is married with a kid and fights for rights in for his section of the union that he's connected with, Angel is a Marine and Bobby is a professional hockey player, he's still minor leagues right now but he's being scouted for the majors."
"Interesting professions," he muttered. His attention turned to Isabelle and he smiled slightly. "As for you, you should rethink college. Next year when you're a senior you'll be bombarded with the fact that your future is now at hand and there will be things that you're going to want to accomplish that you'll need a degree for. According to my nephew, you're quite smart."
"Your nephew? May I ask who that is?"
"You can ask him yourself, he's just arrived," Mr. Davis said, pointing to the door behind Isabelle and Jack.
Isabelle and Jack turned around to see Ian standing in the doorway. Smiling, Isabelle stood up and walked over. She wrapped her arms around, giving him a friendly hug, while Jack stared at him with a glare.
"Ian, I didn't know you were related to Hank's boss," Isabelle remarked.
"Small world," he replied.
"Yeah," Jack grumbled.
Isabelle walked back over to her seat and Ian sat next to her. Instantly, Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her to him. He felt that as long as he held her Ian would get the hint to back off.
"You know Gavin's party was tonight, right?" Ian asked.
"Yeah, I told him I couldn't make it though," she replied. She settled in against Jack's chest and smiled. "It's his last night in town. It was supposed to be just the two of us but I had forgotten that tonight was the dinner with Mr. Davis, so either way I guess it was good that I told him I couldn't go."
"You two had a party to attend?" Mr. Davis questioned.
It bothered Jack just how much the guy was listening in on their conversations. Isabelle could have jokingly said that she was pregnant and would have announced it to the entire room. Ian started in on telling his uncle about what he had said and Jack just glared at him.
"Well, after dinner you all should go," Mr. Davis said. "I mean, we're just going to be talking business around here and it will bore you to death."
"Thank you, that sounds like a great plan," Isabelle replied, smiling. She noticed the odd look on Jack's face and she turned towards him, smiling, and whispered into his ear. "We show up at the party, make a five minute appearance and then go home early. A dark, empty house, just you and me."
"I love the way you think," he replied, kissing her neck softly.
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"Five minutes?" Jack asked, as he and Isabelle stood outside the party.
"Just…Five…Minutes," she replied, alluringly. She smiled, kissing his neck gently and then opened the door, leading Jack inside.
"Isabelle!" a female shrieked, running over to her. "Where have you been?" She caught a glimpse of Jack and then smirked. "Who is this?"
"That's Jack," Isabelle said. "Jack, this is Becca."
"This is Jack? The Jack?" she questioned, pushing her hair out of her face. "Wow, no need to answer the question of where you were all week anymore."
"Yeah, he's kind of attractive, I suppose. I mean, I guess that's why I date him."
"You guess that's why you date me?" he asked, lightheartedly. He grabbed Isabelle's hand and spun her around to face him and kissed her softly, lingering on her lips for a while. "Remember now why you date me?"
"Arrogant ass," she joked.
"You have to show him off to Alex, she will freak," Becca said, laughing.
"She might try to lead him astray."
"You know I only have eyes for you," Jack replied, hugging her tightly.
"That's not all you better have for only me."
"Aw, so adorable," she said. She handed Isabelle a cup and waved her hand in the air. "I better go find my idiot boyfriend, he's not quite as loyal as yours. I'll talk to you later."
"Sure."
Once Becca was out of earshot, Jack laughed softly, shaking his head. Isabelle released herself from Jack's grip and grabbed his hand, leading him through the mass of drunken people dancing to music that was barely audible.
"Your friend is interesting," Jack commented.
"She's a good person," she replied. "A bit air headed at times but she's a good person."
"So, we're looking for the host, right?"
"Yeah, just so that there that Gavin can serve as proof that we were here."
"Okay." He let out a deflated sigh.
Isabelle finally found who she was looking for. Gavin was had light brown hair and a friendly look to him. He was in the middle of the kitchen, sitting on the table and immediately smiled as soon as he saw Isabelle, which brought innocence to his face. There was a girl resting next to him, clearly intoxicated. Shaking her head softly, Isabelle let go of Jack's hand and headed towards the table.
"Isabelle, you made it," Gavin said happily, sliding off the table. He hugged her tightly and released her once he caught a glimpse of Jack standing behind her. "This must be the famous Jack Mercer."
"Hey," Jack said, nodding towards the guy. Jack felt no animosity towards Gavin when he hugged Isabelle. He could see right through his intentions and knew they were all good. "You must be Gavin."
"Isabelle, Ian was looking for you, said you two headed here the same time but he couldn't find you," he said.
"Well, if I don't see him tell him that you saw me and that I headed home,"
"Already? You just got here."
"I know, Gav, and if your party had been any other night I would have stayed longer, but it's Jack's last night in town, so…"
"I get it," Gavin replied. "It's okay, I have to drive Sadie home. Jones was trying to pick her up. Seriously, could the man get any lower than hitting on a drunken girl who just broke up with her boyfriend?"
"Jones hit on me the first day in English class. Wouldn't leave me alone until I told him that my boyfriend's family taught me how to castrate a man with a piece of floss," she said. Jack laughed and Isabelle turned towards him. "You think I'm lying? Ask your brother Bobby what he taught me to do in the ways of self defense."
Without another word, Isabelle turned back to Gavin, waved goodbye and made her way over to Jack. She took his arm and wrapped it around her waist, knowing that she was going to miss the way it felt to have him hold her.
"Are we ready to leave?" Jack asked, kissing Isabelle's neck.
"Yes, we…"
"Jack!" a familiar voice called out. Turning around he saw Becca running towards him with another girl in tow. "Jack, we need to let you meet Alex, she's over at the stairs."
"Belle and I were-"
"Please?" Becca and the other girl pouted in unison.
"It's okay," Isabelle said.
"A hot boyfriend's job is never done," Jack replied, shrugging his shoulders in a fake conceit. "I'll be right back, baby." He bent down and gave her one more kiss before being led off by the girls.
Standing alone by the entrance of the house Isabelle heard her name being called out. She turned towards the sound of her name and smiled at the person, waving them over.
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After ten minutes of making a girl he didn't know, jealous over Isabelle and his relationship, Jack had decided it was enough and went back to find Isabelle. As he walked into the living room, passing by one girl who came onto him with breath that stank of beer and a guy in the same fashion, he noticed Isabelle slow dancing with another guy. She was smiling and laughing softly.
As Jack headed closer to the pair he saw the guys face. His hands clenched tightly, as Ian ran his hand along Isabelle's cheek and pushed hair away from her face delicately. His other hand was resting against the small of Isabelle's back and it took all of Jack's might not to run over there, rip his hands off of her and pummel him. The only thing keeping him from doing so was that he knew he couldn't stop himself once he started, he didn't want to accidentally hurt Isabelle in the process.
"Isabelle," Jack said, slowly walking over to them.
"Baby," she replied, slipping out of Ian's grasp. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I think I am," he replied. He glared over at Ian, almost as if he was silently warning him to stay away from Isabelle. "Let's go home."
Isabelle waved goodbye to Ian and then walked out of the house with Jack's arms wrapped around her tightly. She reached the car and ran over to the passenger's side, pulling Jack with her. Kissing him softly, she reversed their sides and pushed him up against the car door, pulling him down so that his knees were bent and they were face to face. She ran her hand through his hair and smiled up at him, signaling that she was ready to go home.
Reluctantly, she pushed Jack away and slipped into the passenger's seat. Jack shut her door and headed over to the other side. He started the car and turned it on, zooming down the street with music blasting from the radio.
As soon as they reached the house, they saw that the lights were still off and that Hank's car wasn't in the driveway. Isabelle smiled at the sight, or lack thereof, and waited for Jack at the front door. When he met up with her, she threw the door open and pulled him inside. She looked the door and wrapped herself around him, her arms looped around his neck.
"I love you," Isabelle whispered, planting kisses along his neck and clavicle. She reached for the buttons on the front of his shirt but he gently led her hand away.
"I love you, too, Isabelle," he replied. He took a step away from her and looked her in the eyes. "We need to talk though."
"I hate the way that sounds."
"I need to ask you about Ian."
"He's my friend, Jack. What else do you need to know?"
"He likes you…In more than just a friendly way."
Isabelle looked up at Jack with a disgusted look on her face. She shook her head fervently but took a step back, reeling from the force of the question. Quietly, Jack head into the living room, turning the light on as he passed the lamp.
"What would make you think that?" she asked. She followed him into the living room and took a seat across from him. "Besides, baby, I love you…Okay, you, not him."
"Then what was that dance about?"
"This is stupid, Jack. You're insecure over the fact that I was dancing with my friend? If I had been dancing with one of your brothers it wouldn't have mattered, so why does it matter with Ian?"
"Because he's not innocent in his gestures. I see the way he looks at you, the way he touches you and these thoughts and feelings keep running through my mind."
"You're jealous, Jack. Haven't you ever been jealous before?" she asked, incredulously.
"But I keep imagining you as the one who eventually betrays me."
Standing up, Isabelle glared at him, shoving her hands through her hair angrily. She paced the room unable to hide her emotions. She didn't know what to think and pacing, as stupid as it seemed, was the only thing keeping her from screaming.
"How can you say that I would betray you, Jack?" she asked calmly. "You cheated on me and lied to me about it and after taking you back because I love you and I can't picture not being with you, you tell me that you fear I am going to betray you. Where the hell do you get this idea?"
"You grabbed his hand," Jack answered.
"I grabbed his hand? I grabbed whose hand?"
"Ian's hand. You grabbed Ian's hand during that horror movie the first night I was in town."
"This is all because I grabbed my friend's hand?" she asked, yelling.
"No…Yes…I don't know. I just kept getting these vibes…"
"Screw your vibes, Jack. Whatever they're telling you is wrong because I love you. I don't love Ian, I don't want to be with Ian!"
"Then why did you grab his hand?"
"It was an automatic response because we haven't been around each other and he was like-"
"A replacement boyfriend?"
"My best friend in this town."
"Who's trying to get down your pants."
"You're unbelievable, Jack Mercer. I can't possibly have a male friend who isn't just a perv trying to steal me from you."
"That's not true. I have no problem with Gavin, he seemed fine. It's just Ian, oh and the coincidence that Mr. Davis is his uncle, please!"
Isabelle walked over to Jack and knelt down in front of him. She wrapped her hands around his wrists, pushing his arms to the cushions of the couch. She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to return to normal and be the same Jack that she loved.
"I don't trust him, Belle," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you trust me?"
Jack knew what he should have said, knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't quite say it. He wanted to tell her that he did trust her and that he knew that she would never hurt him, but he didn't. Instead he took the easy way out, which was actually harder than it would have appeared.
"No," Jack answered, looking away.
"You bastard." She released his hands from her grip and took control of his face, forcing him to look at her. "I gave you everything I had, Jack. I loved you because I thought you were never going to hurt me, let you see things and hear things that I never showed or told people before and this is how it all ends? I wish you hadn't made our entire relationship a mistake, Jack, but you just did."
Isabelle dropped her hands from his face without so much as a lingering touch and ran upstairs. Jack watched her go and knew that it was the end of them. He knew that it was for the better. All he seemed to do was hurt her time and time again. Was he scared about Ian? Yes. But was he so scared that he had to cause the fight with Isabelle? No. But watching her face as he told how he felt about Ian and how he thought she would eventually betray him broke his heart and lost him her respect. What he was doing was for the better for Isabelle, she just needed time to realize it.
The next morning, when Jack woke up on the couch, he found his things already at the bottoms of the steps waiting for him. He stood and walked over to the phone, dialing the number for the cab company. As he hung up he turned around to see Hank and Keith standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
"She's going to get over it," Hank said. "Just stay an extra day or two to make things better."
"No, it's better if I don't," Jack replied, unable to look at him.
"How is losing her better than losing a bit of your bigheaded pride?"
"Because I won't just be prolonging the inevitable," he answered. He kept his head down as he grabbed his bags and walked out onto the porch, waiting for the taxi to pick him up.
Isabelle stood by the window watching Jack standing on the porch waiting. A part of her wanted to run out there and tell him that everything was okay, that she forgave him and needed him more than she needed anything else, but she kept to herself.
"Why are you just standing there?" Jane asked.
"What do you mean?" she replied, never taking her eyes off of the sight below her window.
"Why aren't you running down there and stopping him from leaving?"
"He made his decision last night," she answered. She sighed and watched as Jack got into the taxi and took off. "He doesn't want me anymore."
Isabelle turned away from the window towards her sister. She kept her eyes cast down on the ground and wiped furiously at her eyes, trying to prevent the tears from getting far. She was unsuccessful and just gave up, letting herself slid down to the ground.
"So, this is what it feels like when the one person you thought would love you no matter what just stops."
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A/N: Please don't hurt me! This is why I decided to keep both halves of the story in one story rather than doing a sequel, cause this is a suck-arse ending. Hehehe, not that this is the ending for the "high school years" there is one more H.S. chapter and thenI get into the movie period. However, just to let you know, I will not be including Isabelle in the movie aspect of it. Confused? Well, let me put it this way, if you watch the movie, you won't be getting the scenes from the movie with Isabelle arbitrarily thrown in. She will be in it, (alas, any Jack/Belle fans may rejoice...Sort of) but in a different way.
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Iluvgarretthedlund (I too would like pass out if my sister well, step ever asked me a question like that, but I kind of wanted to create a more friendship relationship between Isabelle and Jane over a sisterly one. But hey, if the Mercer brothers can use the bathroom all at the same time ex. the lovely G.H. baring his cute booty scene then why can't sisters talk about sex...Yeah, I know, just creepy...oh well.)
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Trizzy (Yes, Jack is hotter than Jake Richardson, lol, but he J.Richardson was totally gorgeous in Clerks 2 and I kept seeing him in all the previews and his image wouldn't leave my mind, so I wrote him in. Oh, well.)
UPDATE: SUPER DUPER EXTRA BIG THANKS TO SHINING STAR OF VALINOR...BECAUSE 1. I FORGOT IT EARLIER, 2. SO SHE DOESN'T HATE ME ANYMORE...LOL.