I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

Chapter 10

We then pulled onto Evermyth Lane, and I swear I nearly lost it with joy. Martin (the guy driving) turned and looked at me, with eyes said maybe I made a mistake giving you a ride. Then he just laughed, Martin was a cool man. I was very gracious for his help.

"What house number do you need?" Martin asked me. I couldn't remember. Damn! And it was a fairly big street going door by door would be a pain.

"To tell you the truth I can't remember." I hoped he wouldn't think me to be an idiot.

"I feel you there man." Whatever that meant.

"Why don't you go where you need to be and I'll figure it out."

"Ok that sounds good." We continued driving down the road, I was carefully studying the house numbers, in hopes one would just click. 1278? 1293? 1302? Come on Clu, I mean Ezekiel remember! The truck pulled into a driveway and the engine was stopped.

"You sure you don't need any help? Perhaps you can give them a call." I wished everyone were this nice.

"No I'm fine, but thanks a million."

"I mean I would see if I could help but I don't live around here."

"Don't worry about it. Thanks for the lift."

"No prob at all." We shake hands, exit through our doors, he walks up the drive, and me down. I look at the mailbox with the cute little red robin painted on it and nearly faint. 1331, this was it! This was where Fiona was! Oh my God the brother Martin was talking about must be Morris. Fiona's soon to be step uncle. Now this was an interesting development. What in the hell was I suppose to do now!? Just knock on the door and say I found the house? During the car ride Martin and I didn't talk much, but we did a bit. What if I said something that could get me in major trouble? I do have a habit of saying things without really paying attention to what they are.

Martin was a fairly large guy, what if Fiona for some reason freaks when she sees me? I don't want my arms broken. Wait a minute. I came all this way, went through hell just to turn away at the mailbox!? No sir. I was seeing my girl. Nothing bad was to happen, it would be just like I imagined. I make my way up the front walk and open the porch door.

I sigh a few times in attempts to calm the jumping butterflies in my stomach. Here I go, I thought as I knocked on the door. It opens slowly, I feel like I might throw up I'm so nervous. It's Maggie, one of Fi's little cousins.

"Hey Mags."

"Hi." The look in her face lets me know I look familiar to her, but she can't remember where from.

"Is Fiona home?" Maggie shakes her head no.

"When will she back?" She now shrugs her shoulders.

"Would it be ok if I waited for her inside?" Maggie thinks about it for a moment, then moves away a from the doorway to give me room to walk in. I hear voices in the next room over, one is Martin, the other Miranda, and I'm guessing the third to be Morris. They don't seem to know what's going on. Oh come on what kind of a parent allows a five year old to answer the door with no hint of supervision!? Actually them not knowing would help me alot, so I shouldn't complain. I notice Maggie has disappeared, I guess I was boring company for her. I slowly walk across the room and climb up the stairs, be careful not to make any noise. Immedialy I spot Fiona's room, because it looks identical to the one in Hope Springs. I walk in and make myself comfortable on the bed.