PART 2
Isabel sat in her bed crying uncontrollably. The dream had seemed so real to her. She could still see the mangled car wrapped around the pole, hear her own cries for Alex. Just thinking about it brought on a new batch of fresh tears streaming down her already moist cheeks. Isabel sat in total silence, the only exception being the occasional hiccuping sob that escaped her lips. She forced herself to stop crying, pushing the events of the nightmare out of her mind. But she still had a nagging, dreadful feeling in her stomach. She finally decided to go check and see for herself that Alex was alive and ok. Her mind told her to stop being ridiculous, of course he was ok, it was only a dream. But Isabel couldn't ignore the cries her heart was sending out, she just had to make sure. She quickly pulled on some faded jeans and a top, grabbed her leather jacket, and crawled out her bedroom window.
Isabel stood outside Alex's bedroom window, arguing with herself whether she should knock, or just let herself. Her bad half won out. She unlocked the window with her powers and silently slipped in his room. She glanced around the dark room, trying to maneuver herself over to his bed. As she was fumbling around his room the light suddenly flashed on. Startled, Isabel turned around and tripped, falling onto the bed, and into Alex's arms.
"Ok, now I know I must be dreaming," Alex said groggily, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Isabel had to fight the overwhelming urge to kiss him right then and there. 'He looks so adorable half asleep' she thought to herself. She reluctantly pulled herself out of his arms and up into a sitting position on the edge of his bed.
"Alex, I'm sorry I woke you up, " Isabel shyly told him, careful not to look into his still half-closed eyes. She was afraid if she me his piercing green eyes she would grab him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. And that was not why she had come here. The longer she sat on Alex's bed though, the harder it was to remember why she had.
"I'd like to woken up every morning like that if I could, " Alex whispered, sleep still filling his scratchy voice. Isabel blushed as Alex gazed up at her adoringly. Suddenly, as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on him, he broke out of his reverie and shot up in bed. "Isabel!?"
"Hi Alex," Isabel replied bashfully.
"Isabel, is everything ok?" he asked, concern filling his scratchy voice. He glanced at his alarm clock. "It's almost 5 o'clock in the morning, did something happen, are you all right?" The panic was starting to rise up within in him. Alex kept thinking the worst. That something happened, that someone was dead. Or that they were leaving and she had come to say goodbye. Isabel must have seen his frightened look because she gently took his hand in her own, shook her head, and smiled at him.
"No, nothing's wrong Alex," She assured him. Alex let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Ok, well if nothing is wrong, then what made you climb through my window at 5am?" Alex asked her, obviously confused. "Not that I mind, but," he added in a whisper, his soft voice trailing off. Isabel took a deep breath and started to explain.
"Alex, I've been thinking,"
"Oh, this can't be good," Alex replied, preparing himself for the worst. To his surprise, Isabel started to smile, her heart-warming smile that made Alex melt.
"You know Alex, you said that to me once before, do you remember?" Alex flashed back to that day in the Eraser Room with Isabel. The day she had finally let him in, or so he had thought. That had been one of the best days of his life.
"How could I forget Isabel, that was the day you made all my dreams come true," Alex finished hoarsely. Isabel again fought the growing urge to kiss him.
"I never told you Alex, but that was one of the best days of my life. That day and the night last week," Isabel told him, gently taking his hand again. His green eyes met her brown ones, sheer astonishment filling his gaze.
"Isabel, are you serious?" Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she doing, what he thought she was. Was she actually trying to get back together with him? 'Stop it Whitman, remember, you are not a lovesick puppy anymore' he silently chastised himself. But then he remembered something she had said. "Wait, last week?" You mean in Las Vegas?" Now he really was confused. She had been with that older guy, Dan or Don, whatever his name was.
"Yes Las Vegas," Isabel stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. "The night that we all had dinner, and Maria sang and when we.."
"When we danced?" Alex finished for her, the memory of her in his arms still fresh in his mind.
"Yeah, when we danced. Alex, that night was so wonderful. I felt so at peace in your arms. Like I was finally home," Isabel managed to choke out the last part before her resolve faded. Alex again couldn't believe what he was hearing. He decided to just come out and ask her.
"Isabel, are you trying to tell me something here?"
""Alex, you can be so dense sometimes!" Isabel exasperated, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, I'm trying to tell you something. I'm telling you I want to be with you. I want to get back together, Alex. That is if you still want me. I don't know why you would, after the horrible way I've treated you lately. But I need to know, I need to at least try. And even if you………….."Isabel was cut off by Alex's lips upon hers. He gently pulled away, leaving Isabel to softly whimper at the loss of contact with him.
"Isabel, you were rambling," Alex smiled at her. She playfully smacked him on the arm.
"I do not ramble!" Alex smiled adoringly down at her. Isabel's face suddenly grew serious. "Does this mean we are back together?"
"Most definitely!" Alex reassured her.
"Good!"
"But I want to go about this the right way this time, Isabel. So what do you say to dinner tonight?" Alex asked her confidently.
"I'd say see you at 8!" Isabel kissed him again before climbing back out the window. Alex smiled as he watched her blow and kiss to him and hop into her car. 'Tonight is gonna be the best night of both our lives' he promised himself.
Isabel sat in her bed crying uncontrollably. The dream had seemed so real to her. She could still see the mangled car wrapped around the pole, hear her own cries for Alex. Just thinking about it brought on a new batch of fresh tears streaming down her already moist cheeks. Isabel sat in total silence, the only exception being the occasional hiccuping sob that escaped her lips. She forced herself to stop crying, pushing the events of the nightmare out of her mind. But she still had a nagging, dreadful feeling in her stomach. She finally decided to go check and see for herself that Alex was alive and ok. Her mind told her to stop being ridiculous, of course he was ok, it was only a dream. But Isabel couldn't ignore the cries her heart was sending out, she just had to make sure. She quickly pulled on some faded jeans and a top, grabbed her leather jacket, and crawled out her bedroom window.
Isabel stood outside Alex's bedroom window, arguing with herself whether she should knock, or just let herself. Her bad half won out. She unlocked the window with her powers and silently slipped in his room. She glanced around the dark room, trying to maneuver herself over to his bed. As she was fumbling around his room the light suddenly flashed on. Startled, Isabel turned around and tripped, falling onto the bed, and into Alex's arms.
"Ok, now I know I must be dreaming," Alex said groggily, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Isabel had to fight the overwhelming urge to kiss him right then and there. 'He looks so adorable half asleep' she thought to herself. She reluctantly pulled herself out of his arms and up into a sitting position on the edge of his bed.
"Alex, I'm sorry I woke you up, " Isabel shyly told him, careful not to look into his still half-closed eyes. She was afraid if she me his piercing green eyes she would grab him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. And that was not why she had come here. The longer she sat on Alex's bed though, the harder it was to remember why she had.
"I'd like to woken up every morning like that if I could, " Alex whispered, sleep still filling his scratchy voice. Isabel blushed as Alex gazed up at her adoringly. Suddenly, as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on him, he broke out of his reverie and shot up in bed. "Isabel!?"
"Hi Alex," Isabel replied bashfully.
"Isabel, is everything ok?" he asked, concern filling his scratchy voice. He glanced at his alarm clock. "It's almost 5 o'clock in the morning, did something happen, are you all right?" The panic was starting to rise up within in him. Alex kept thinking the worst. That something happened, that someone was dead. Or that they were leaving and she had come to say goodbye. Isabel must have seen his frightened look because she gently took his hand in her own, shook her head, and smiled at him.
"No, nothing's wrong Alex," She assured him. Alex let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Ok, well if nothing is wrong, then what made you climb through my window at 5am?" Alex asked her, obviously confused. "Not that I mind, but," he added in a whisper, his soft voice trailing off. Isabel took a deep breath and started to explain.
"Alex, I've been thinking,"
"Oh, this can't be good," Alex replied, preparing himself for the worst. To his surprise, Isabel started to smile, her heart-warming smile that made Alex melt.
"You know Alex, you said that to me once before, do you remember?" Alex flashed back to that day in the Eraser Room with Isabel. The day she had finally let him in, or so he had thought. That had been one of the best days of his life.
"How could I forget Isabel, that was the day you made all my dreams come true," Alex finished hoarsely. Isabel again fought the growing urge to kiss him.
"I never told you Alex, but that was one of the best days of my life. That day and the night last week," Isabel told him, gently taking his hand again. His green eyes met her brown ones, sheer astonishment filling his gaze.
"Isabel, are you serious?" Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she doing, what he thought she was. Was she actually trying to get back together with him? 'Stop it Whitman, remember, you are not a lovesick puppy anymore' he silently chastised himself. But then he remembered something she had said. "Wait, last week?" You mean in Las Vegas?" Now he really was confused. She had been with that older guy, Dan or Don, whatever his name was.
"Yes Las Vegas," Isabel stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. "The night that we all had dinner, and Maria sang and when we.."
"When we danced?" Alex finished for her, the memory of her in his arms still fresh in his mind.
"Yeah, when we danced. Alex, that night was so wonderful. I felt so at peace in your arms. Like I was finally home," Isabel managed to choke out the last part before her resolve faded. Alex again couldn't believe what he was hearing. He decided to just come out and ask her.
"Isabel, are you trying to tell me something here?"
""Alex, you can be so dense sometimes!" Isabel exasperated, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, I'm trying to tell you something. I'm telling you I want to be with you. I want to get back together, Alex. That is if you still want me. I don't know why you would, after the horrible way I've treated you lately. But I need to know, I need to at least try. And even if you………….."Isabel was cut off by Alex's lips upon hers. He gently pulled away, leaving Isabel to softly whimper at the loss of contact with him.
"Isabel, you were rambling," Alex smiled at her. She playfully smacked him on the arm.
"I do not ramble!" Alex smiled adoringly down at her. Isabel's face suddenly grew serious. "Does this mean we are back together?"
"Most definitely!" Alex reassured her.
"Good!"
"But I want to go about this the right way this time, Isabel. So what do you say to dinner tonight?" Alex asked her confidently.
"I'd say see you at 8!" Isabel kissed him again before climbing back out the window. Alex smiled as he watched her blow and kiss to him and hop into her car. 'Tonight is gonna be the best night of both our lives' he promised himself.