**Author's Note: Thank you al l for reading my story. Here is the next chapter. It contains a song from Les Miserables. Please read and review.

Chapter 2: Songs from the Heart

As soon as they got through the door, Brady grabbed Chloe's arm. "What was that about?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" Chloe gave Brady an extremely innocent look.

"Don't mess with me Chloe. What did she do now?"

"Let's just get in the car. I'll tell you when we get to your house. Right now I just want to get as far away from here as I can."

"If you say so." They got in the Jeep and drove to the Black's house. They went inside and sat on the couch. "Want something to drink?" Brady asked, doing his best not to push Chloe. He knew that that would push her away. So he held his tongue, but what he really wanted was to help her.

"Ummm...water please." So Brady got her a glass of water and grabbed a Pepsi for himself. He handed it to her as he sat down on her left. Chloe sipped the water not looking at Brady, knowing full well he was staring at her and trying to figure out what was wrong. Chloe knew she needed to talk about it so she took a deep breath and began to speak. "She...she lied to me."

Brady waited to see if she would say anything else and when she didn't he decided to take action. "About what?"

"Well, I guess she didn't lie to me per say, she just withheld information." Chloe couldn't keep her composure any longer. "Brady, I have a twin sister and she never told me!" She broke down and began to cry. Brady put his arm around her and stayed silent. "She would never have if it wasn't for the fact that she is coming to live with us tomorrow. She's known for weeks that her adoptive parents had died and that she was coming and she didn't tell me until the day before Tabitha arrives. How could she keep something like that from me? I hate her so much!" She turned her head and buried it in Brady's shoulder. He just held there and murmured softly.

"Shhhh, it's OK. It's OK. I'm so sorry she did this to you but it's OK."

They sat like that for awhile and then Chloe lifted her head. "You're right she comes tomorrow and whether Nancy told me or not she is still my twin. There's nothing I can do right now. Now, what about that dinner you promised me?" Brady smiled, glad that Chloe was happy again.

'God, I love her smile,' he thought. But instead of saying what he thought he put on a phony French accent and said "But of course, mademoiselle. Right this way. Today ve vill have ze shikin nugettes and ze Frencha Fries." Chloe giggled and followed Brady into the kitchen.

"And to think, I actually thought you could cook."

Brady turned and smiled at her. "Actually, I can. But then we wouldn't eat for awhile so I figured I could just heat this up. I wasn't planning on company, especially not company as wonderful as yourself. Next time I promise something more...gourmet." Chloe started to blush so she turned around quickly so he couldn't see her. She opened the freezer to find the nuggets and fries until she felt the heat leave her cheeks.

"Here ya go, Emeril." They both laughed and met each others eyes. They just stood there staring until the phone rang. For the second time that day the sound of ringing made her jump.

"I'll get that." Brady grabbed the phone of the kitchen wall. "Hello, Black residence...why hello Mr. Brady...no they are not...of course...yes, actually I am going to pick up Belle...no.... don't mind at all...of course ...yep ... ok ... are you coming to the picnic?...OK...we'll see you there...Bye." He hung up the phone and turned to see Chloe putting the food in the oven. "Hey! I am supposed to be cooking for you. Do you always have to be this difficult?"

"Of course, you should know that by now. Was that Shawn's dad?"

"Yea. He wanted to know if I would pick up Shawn when I get Belle. Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, do you want to come with me?"

"Tabitha will be here by then."

"She can come, too. It'll just be a tight squeeze in the back is all."

"OK, sounds great. These should be done in fifteen minutes. Do you want me to set the table?"

"No, I am supposed to be the host here Chloe! I will set the table. If you want to do something go pick out a CD to listen to."

"Fine, I was just trying to help." Chloe left Brady and went towards the Black's CD collection. 'Hmmmm...what am I in the mood for? Pop... no... here we go.' She pulled out the Les Miserables CD. 'Here we go.' She slipped the CD in the stereo and it strong sound filled the house.

Brady heard the music in the kitchen. "Great pick. This is one of my favorites... Look Down, Look Down..." He began to hum to himself. Chloe walked in.

"Have you ever seen this live?" Chloe asked. "I did right before I came here. It was one of the most touching plays I'd ever seen."

"That is what you need to do. Take that feeling and sing it. That is singing from your heart."

"Brady, don't start that now."

"Really, come here." He led her to the living room and skipped forward to song five. "Sing."

"Brady, No! I don't want to." But the song started and she felt uplifted. She closed her eyes and began to sing.

"There was a time when men were kind,

When their voices were soft

And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then it all went wrong"

The music picked up and so did Chloe's spirits. She continued.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."

She opened her eyes and saw Brady standing there with a huge smile on his face. "That's it Chloe, that's what I've been trying to get you to do all along! How did it feel?"

"It was..." Chloe was brought back to earth with the sound of the timer going off. "Food's done."

Brady walked back to the kitchen and Chloe followed. "So, what was it like?"

"Brady, just forget it. It was a fluke. I could never do that again."

"Chloe, it was great! You even had tears in your eyes. It was the..."

"Stop it, Brady Black! Just shut up about it already. It wasn't a big deal and I will never do it again. Sorry to get your hopes up." She turned away but not before Brady realized that she still had those tears.

"It made you think of him, didn't it?" Chloe didn't answer.