Title: Trying again 15/?

Author: Christen (purplehaysc@netscape.com)

Disclaimer: this is a fanfic about Passions

Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.

Comments: email me all you comments and suggestions

The phone rang for the twentieth time and Theresa moaned. She was getting exhausted and irritated. This was tenth time she had called the Russell's house and still no one answered. Either no one was home, or they suddenly decided to get caller id. Theresa slammed the phone down. "Fine, if you don't want to talk to me Whitney Russell then I don't want to talk to you!" Theresa screamed.

"Talking to your self again? You do know that's a sign of being crazy, right?" Miguel said as he came in.

"Yeah well I've got all the other signs why not add this one to the list." Theresa said annoyed.

Miguel laughed. "Maybe I can help get rid of this one?" He said as he sat down on her bed.

"Why would you?" Theresa asked suspiciously. "Remember I slapped you and told you I was ashamed of you?"

"Yeah I remember but I also seem to remember that you helped me get dressed for tonight."

"And let me guess Charity liked it?"

"She loved it, she said I had never looked this good."

"I'm glad, but I am going to need the shirt back."

"No problem, who's Trey by the way and why do you have his shirt?" Miguel asked.

"He's my… He was… Back in New York, he was boyfriend." Theresa said confused.

"And he's not any more?"

"Well… he's not here is he?" Theresa said sadly.

"No but that doesn't mean anything's changed and you still haven't told me why you have his shirt."

"I have a couple of his shirts actually but don't go getting any ideas, you're not wearing all of them."

"Would think of it."

"And I have his shirt because he left them out the house when he was over and I just couldn't bring myself to return them."

"He left his shirt? Did you two sleep…" Miguel started to ask.

"I'm not discussing that with my little brother but the reason I have so many of his shirts is because we went swimming a lot and he left his shirt by accident."

"Yeah right like I believe that and it's fine if you won't tell me if you've slept with him then I won't tell you if Charity and I have."

"I would hope you haven't."

"Why?"

"Because you're both too young and you know what I don't want to discuss this any more. It's a little too weird for me."

"Same here, so like I was trying to say I can help you with Whitney."

"How?"

"I'm best friends with Simone so I can in the very least get them to pick up the phone."

"But you'd call from the same house, wouldn't you?"

"Well no I usually call from the Bennett's house but now I'd probably have to call from cell phone, with Kay being home now."

"Well in that case thanks."

"Your welcome and Theresa, I was just wondering why are you being so nice to me now?"

"I felt like it."

"Yeah right, but I'm just glad that you're talking to me." Miguel said as he walked out the room.

"So tell me who these people are." Trey said as he took Resa's picture and lay on her bed.

"Their my family." Resa said as she took the picture from him.

"That's not what I wanted to know. I wanted to know who they are." Trey said getting up and grabbing the picture back from her.

"No you don't and I don't want to talk about them." Resa said as she went after the picture.

"Well then I'll decide who they are. Ok this guy right here is… Luis. He's a police officer." Trey said pointing at Miguel.

"No, that's not Luis, that's Miguel." Resa said as she tried to get the picture back from him.

"Miguel? Who's Miguel?" He asked confused.

"My little brother."

"Ok then this is Luis?" He asked.

"No, that's Antonio."

"Who's Antonio?" He asked confused.

"He my eldest brother." Resa said annoyed.

"Ok, so then this is Luis, and this must be you." He said pointing at Paloma.

"No, that's Paloma."

"Who?"

"My little sister." She said as she finally got the picture back.

"Resa, stop please." He begged as she started to walk back to her dresser.

"Why?" She asked mad.

"Because, I didn't mean to make you mad and because I feel like… that you're trying to hide your family from me. Are you?" Trey asked worried.

"I'm not trying to hide them from you, I'm just trying to hide them from me."

"What?"

"I don't want to have this black cloud hanging over me, this constant remembrance of what happened, how they sent me away, about how they don't love me anymore." Resa said as she started to cry.

Trey held her for a few seconds before saying anything. Then he picked up the picture. "Look at this picture, Resa."

"Why?" She asked through tears.

"Because I wanted you to see what I see. I see a family that loves each other and will not ever stop loving each other for anything in the world. I see one very happy little girl who loves her family and will always love her family no matter what."

"I used to see that but I don't any more."

"Yeah you do, that's why you won't look at it, because it means that you have to accept that they didn't send you away because they didn't love you, they sent you away because they do."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really, they loved you and believed in you enough to send you out here, knowing full well that you could take care of yourself, and that you find happiness in this situation, like you always do."

"You really believe all that?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't. Now tell me about this family of yours, so I can get to know why you are so loving."

"What?"

"Well they raised you didn't they? And since I fell in love with you, I think they had something to with the person who are now, the person I love."

"Yeah I guess they did, now give me that." Resa said as she took the picture back. "Ok this is Miguel, he's my youngest brother…"