Off Topic a little bit, I just had to tell Cat Lea, I am so happy to see ya back girl, I missed your stories and your reviews. Please I'm beggin  ya, update your stories ,I'm dying here ,lol. Welcome back!

"Hey Joey, I need a tailpipe for one of my bikes." Mark said as he walked in the bike shop.

"Hey Mark, come on in the back and we'll se if I have what ya need." Joey said.

Mark followed Joey into the workshop are where they work on and repaired bike. He stopped short there was Hannah sitting on the floor working on a bike. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose, her forehead scrunched up in concentration, her hair was in a braid but had worked its way free in some places, and pieces of hairs framed her face. She was covered in grease. But to Mark she was the most beautiful site in the world.

He stopped himself, yea just remember she used ya buddy, Mark told himself. He turned away from her and turned to Joey.

Joey had an amused look on his face.

"See something ya want buddy?" Joey asked.

"No." Mark snapped.

Mark followed Joey back to the stock room.

"Listen Mark, quit being so stubborn about Hannah…" Joey started.

"Joey you don't know what went on between us, so just let it alone." Mark said.

Joey turned to Mark.

"Hannah told me what happened, she feels bad Mark, and everyone makes mistakes." Joey said.

"Yea well I don't like being used; it just goes to show ya, she's got plenty of Newkirk blood in her veins." Mark said.

"She knows what she did was wrong Mark, stop being such a hard ass." Joey said.

"Listen I came in for a tailpipe, not a lecture." Mark said.

"Fine." Joey snapped and got the tailpipe he wanted.

Mark followed him back up front and paid for it.

Hannah looked up and seen Mark out front. God he looked so good. He must really hate her he hadn't even spoken to her.

Before she could stop them tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She pulled off her glasses and wiped them away with her hands. Hell if she was going to cry over him anymore.

Mark turned and seen her crying, she was trying to wipe her tears away with her hands and had succeeded in smudging grease all over her face. Mark had to physically control the urge to go to her, she seemed so vulnerable, but he couldn't trust her again after the way she had tricked him before.

"Feel like a big man, Mark, making that little girl cry like that?" Joey asked.

Mark snatched the change out of Joey's hands and turned and left.

Joey's eyes narrowed. Mark was just being stubborn. He could see Mark liked the girl.

He was at his wits end about what to do though.

Hannah picked up the book and looked at it. She really should burn it. It had given her nothing but trouble really. She sighed and opened it. Chapter 8 was all about what to do in cases of a fight or falling out.

Always discuss the problem or reason for the fight, don't let bad feeling continue, don't yell or shout or scream. Sit down and discuss the problem like reasonable adults.

Be honest.

Yea right, that's what started this in the first place, she couldn't tell him she was in love with him, and he would think she was a fool. Hannah sighed and closed the book.

The phone rang and she picked it up.

"Hello." Hannah said.

"Hello Hannah."

"Mother?" Hannah asked surprised.

"Yes, I just wanted to see how you were." Ruth said.

"I'm fine." Hannah said.

"That's good." Her mother didn't sound like her self, Hannah wondered what was wrong.

"I thought I was disowned, why are you calling me?" Hannah asked.

"That's your father's words not mine, believe or not Hannah I do love you and worry about you." Ruth said.

Hannah felt tears sting her eyes, how long had it been since she had heard her mother say that.

"I just wanted to make sure you were fine. You know how small this town is, everything gets around, I heard you and Mark had a falling out, are you okay?" Ruth asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." she couldn't discuss this with her mother.

"Listen. Your birthday is in a week. I bought you a ticket for a cruise to Mexico, and before you refuse, just think about it. You could use a week just to get away. You been working since you were 18, you never take any time off." Ruth said.

"What about the book store?" Hannah asked.

"What about that boy that helps you out?" Ruth asked.

"Well he's out of school for the summer; I suppose he could do it." Hannah said.

"Mother why are you doing this?" Hannah asked.

"Because I want too." Ruth said.

"Thanks." Hannah said quietly.

"I'll bring the ticket by tomorrow." Ruth said.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Hannah said and hung up.

Hannah was truly confused, why was her mother all of a sudden being so nice to her. She laid back on the bed, hell if she could figure it out, but she made up her mind she was going to enjoy this vacation.