Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story that have ever
been on Port Charles, those characters are the property of ABC/Disney.
Angel, Eddie, and the other kids are my creations, along with Jesse.
"So what else do we need to get?" Angel said, as they left the vegetable market.
"We need to go the bakery. I want to get some fresh bread for dinner tonight," she said, walking across the street carefully. "Tell me about your stepmother."
"Jesse is nice, but right now she's not being very understanding. Ca- " she started to say, and then decided not to, "He got her believing all this stuff that is not true about our family."
"Do you feel a bond with her?"
"I do, but not completely. It's like there is something missing in that bond. Sometimes I think dad has the same feelings, but I could be mistaken."
"I believe your dad has the same feelings. When he talks about Jesse and then about your mom there is a difference in his voice. When he speaks of Alison, his eyes seem to sparkle brighter and his facial features seem happier. He gets the same way when he speaks of you and your brother."
They kept talking for awhile, waiting in the long line at the bakery. When they were almost to the front of the line Delia said she could go wait outside if she wanted and she'd be there in a few minutes.
Angel walked outside and was watching the people walking by. She didn't notice the young man who walked up beside her. "Hello, how are you today?" he asked, in broken English.
"I'm doing well," she said, smiling at him.
"You are not from here, are you?"
"No, I'm visiting family. We are just finishing up our trip to the market."
"How long will you be staying?"
"A month. I am going to start college in the fall, and need to be back for that."
"Oh. I am so bad, let me introduce myself. My name is Mikal Avram."
"My name is Angel, Angel Ko-berth," she said, making herself stop from saying her last name.
"Koberth, that is an interesting last name,"
"Thank you," she said, smiling at what he thought. Just then Delia walked out with a basketful of bread. She noticed Angel talking to him and walked over. "Well, hello, Mikal. How is your mother doing lately?"
"She's doing well, Delia. Do you know Angel?"
"Yes, her family is staying with me at the old Kovich house."
Angel noticed a look on his face, but decided not to ask. She looked at Delia, who just smiled, "Are we ready to get back to the house so I can teach you Romanian cooking?"
"I suppose so, if we have everything. Nice to meet you, Mikal. Hope to see you again," she said, as she flashed him a quick smile before heading back to the house.
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"Well, Angel. I believe you have found your new calling," Rafe said, putting down his napkin from dinner.
"I didn't cook that much of it. Delia did most of the work."
"Don't be modest sweetie. Besides, by the time you leave in a month you'll be doing this all by yourself." Just as she finished talking there was a knock on the front door. Rafe grabbed the kids by the arm and with his finger on his lips and had them stand on the top steps that led into the cellar. Delia walked to the front door to see who it was.
"Oh, hello Mikal. What are you doing stopping by for a visit?"
"I was wanting to say hello to Angel. Is this a bad time?"
"No, it's not. Let me go get her. Why don't you sit in this room right here?" she said, walking to the cellar door. "It's Mikal, he wants to visit with you," she said to Angel.
"Who?" asked Rafe, still wary of letting his daughter be with someone he didn't know.
"Mikal Avram. You know his parents, remember?"
"Ok. I guess it's safe," Rafe said, getting out of the cellar as Angel walked around to where Mikal was.
"Hi again, Mikal. Sorry for the delay, we were just finishing dinner."
"Are you a Romanian chef yet?" he joked.
"Not yet. Delia was saying that I will be though by the time I get home."
Rafe walked in, wanting to see Mikal for himself. "Hello," he said, introducing himself.
"Hello Mr. Koberth," he said standing up to shake his hand. Rafe looked at Angel, trying to figure out where he got Koberth from. She just looked at him with a grin and the roll of the eyes. Seeing Mikal he finally realized who his parents were. He suddenly felt very old and decided to excuse himself. "Angel, there is a path around the back of the house if you would like to go for a short walk. Make sure you're in before sun down though."
"Thanks Dad," she said, getting up to go take a walk and learn more about this young man.
They couldn't walk long, as it was nearly nightfall, but they did enjoy the walk they had. He asked her questions about America, and where she was from. He asked question about her family also, but she made sure she didn't mention in much detail of the Kovich's or the Morley's. She asked him about how he liked living here.
He walked her to the door, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She hadn't been expecting it, but did enjoy it. Walking into the house she had a big smile on her face, and saw her dad leaning over the railing from above smiling, "Are you enjoying Romania so far?" he said with a laugh.
"What do you think?" she said, walking up the stairs to meet him.
"I think the answer is yes."
"What is Eddie up to?"
"I found an old journal of mine and for some reason he is now reading it intently. So what do we want to do for the rest of the evening?"
"How about telling stories of yourself when you were a kid?"
"You really want to fall asleep early, don't you?" he laughed.
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They had been here for a week now, Angel thought as she sat on the bed writing a letter to Maxie. She had already written two letters to Eric, telling him how beautiful it was here. She had started to like Mikal more each day they spent together. But then she realized that when she left here she might not see Mikal for years and years. She knew Eric was a permanent part of her while Mikal wasn't.
She had stopped when she heard a knock at the front door. It was late and about to become nightfall, but maybe it was Mikal coming by. She went to get to the door, but saw her dad reach the door first, and heard her voice, "Hello Rafe." Angel just sat down on the top step, not wanting to interfere in what was about to occur.
"Jesse," he said, with a shocked look on his face. "What are you doing here?"
"I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. I was stubborn and didn't talk with you before leaving the house that day. Please come home, please."
"You traveled across the planet to tell me to come home? You could have just waited until I got back. Why do that?"
"Because I love you. Now can we please leave this place and go back home?"
He just stood there, not sure what to say. Eddie walked up behind Angel and put his hand on her shoulder. They continued to look on and listen to their dad, "I guess we can leave tomorrow morning," he said.
"No Dad, you can't do that," Angel said, running down the stairs. "This is our vacation. We were going to be here a whole month. I haven't finished learning Romanian food, and Eddie is still studying. Why are you doing this? Why are you agreeing with her? If we leave tomorrow morning I won't even get to say goodbye to Mikal," she said now with tears running down her face.
Rafe said nothing, just walked up to the bedroom to begin packing. He looked back at Angel, still standing in the foyer, her face stained with tears. She looked at Jesse, "I hate you. I hate you so much," she yelled running out the door. Eddie ran down the stairs and out the door to catch up with her.
"Angel, stop," he said, reaching her before she ran off into the woods. It was almost nightfall and they needed to get back inside. "Don't do something crazy. We can come back next summer, just me and you. Please, don't be upset at dad." She just looked at him, not saying anything. Everyone had said that they had the strongest sibling bond that anyone had ever seen, but at this point Eddie knew nothing he could say would make her feel better. He just put his arm around her shoulder and they walked back in the house.
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Angel looked out the plane window at the ground below. She had wished she had time to tell him goodbye. She wondered why she felt such a bond with him after only knowing him for a week. Eddie sat beside her, his headphones on listening to his music. She hadn't talked to her dad last night or this morning. She was so frustrated with him right now that she was worried that if she did open her mouth it would be words she'd later regret.
"So what else do we need to get?" Angel said, as they left the vegetable market.
"We need to go the bakery. I want to get some fresh bread for dinner tonight," she said, walking across the street carefully. "Tell me about your stepmother."
"Jesse is nice, but right now she's not being very understanding. Ca- " she started to say, and then decided not to, "He got her believing all this stuff that is not true about our family."
"Do you feel a bond with her?"
"I do, but not completely. It's like there is something missing in that bond. Sometimes I think dad has the same feelings, but I could be mistaken."
"I believe your dad has the same feelings. When he talks about Jesse and then about your mom there is a difference in his voice. When he speaks of Alison, his eyes seem to sparkle brighter and his facial features seem happier. He gets the same way when he speaks of you and your brother."
They kept talking for awhile, waiting in the long line at the bakery. When they were almost to the front of the line Delia said she could go wait outside if she wanted and she'd be there in a few minutes.
Angel walked outside and was watching the people walking by. She didn't notice the young man who walked up beside her. "Hello, how are you today?" he asked, in broken English.
"I'm doing well," she said, smiling at him.
"You are not from here, are you?"
"No, I'm visiting family. We are just finishing up our trip to the market."
"How long will you be staying?"
"A month. I am going to start college in the fall, and need to be back for that."
"Oh. I am so bad, let me introduce myself. My name is Mikal Avram."
"My name is Angel, Angel Ko-berth," she said, making herself stop from saying her last name.
"Koberth, that is an interesting last name,"
"Thank you," she said, smiling at what he thought. Just then Delia walked out with a basketful of bread. She noticed Angel talking to him and walked over. "Well, hello, Mikal. How is your mother doing lately?"
"She's doing well, Delia. Do you know Angel?"
"Yes, her family is staying with me at the old Kovich house."
Angel noticed a look on his face, but decided not to ask. She looked at Delia, who just smiled, "Are we ready to get back to the house so I can teach you Romanian cooking?"
"I suppose so, if we have everything. Nice to meet you, Mikal. Hope to see you again," she said, as she flashed him a quick smile before heading back to the house.
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"Well, Angel. I believe you have found your new calling," Rafe said, putting down his napkin from dinner.
"I didn't cook that much of it. Delia did most of the work."
"Don't be modest sweetie. Besides, by the time you leave in a month you'll be doing this all by yourself." Just as she finished talking there was a knock on the front door. Rafe grabbed the kids by the arm and with his finger on his lips and had them stand on the top steps that led into the cellar. Delia walked to the front door to see who it was.
"Oh, hello Mikal. What are you doing stopping by for a visit?"
"I was wanting to say hello to Angel. Is this a bad time?"
"No, it's not. Let me go get her. Why don't you sit in this room right here?" she said, walking to the cellar door. "It's Mikal, he wants to visit with you," she said to Angel.
"Who?" asked Rafe, still wary of letting his daughter be with someone he didn't know.
"Mikal Avram. You know his parents, remember?"
"Ok. I guess it's safe," Rafe said, getting out of the cellar as Angel walked around to where Mikal was.
"Hi again, Mikal. Sorry for the delay, we were just finishing dinner."
"Are you a Romanian chef yet?" he joked.
"Not yet. Delia was saying that I will be though by the time I get home."
Rafe walked in, wanting to see Mikal for himself. "Hello," he said, introducing himself.
"Hello Mr. Koberth," he said standing up to shake his hand. Rafe looked at Angel, trying to figure out where he got Koberth from. She just looked at him with a grin and the roll of the eyes. Seeing Mikal he finally realized who his parents were. He suddenly felt very old and decided to excuse himself. "Angel, there is a path around the back of the house if you would like to go for a short walk. Make sure you're in before sun down though."
"Thanks Dad," she said, getting up to go take a walk and learn more about this young man.
They couldn't walk long, as it was nearly nightfall, but they did enjoy the walk they had. He asked her questions about America, and where she was from. He asked question about her family also, but she made sure she didn't mention in much detail of the Kovich's or the Morley's. She asked him about how he liked living here.
He walked her to the door, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She hadn't been expecting it, but did enjoy it. Walking into the house she had a big smile on her face, and saw her dad leaning over the railing from above smiling, "Are you enjoying Romania so far?" he said with a laugh.
"What do you think?" she said, walking up the stairs to meet him.
"I think the answer is yes."
"What is Eddie up to?"
"I found an old journal of mine and for some reason he is now reading it intently. So what do we want to do for the rest of the evening?"
"How about telling stories of yourself when you were a kid?"
"You really want to fall asleep early, don't you?" he laughed.
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They had been here for a week now, Angel thought as she sat on the bed writing a letter to Maxie. She had already written two letters to Eric, telling him how beautiful it was here. She had started to like Mikal more each day they spent together. But then she realized that when she left here she might not see Mikal for years and years. She knew Eric was a permanent part of her while Mikal wasn't.
She had stopped when she heard a knock at the front door. It was late and about to become nightfall, but maybe it was Mikal coming by. She went to get to the door, but saw her dad reach the door first, and heard her voice, "Hello Rafe." Angel just sat down on the top step, not wanting to interfere in what was about to occur.
"Jesse," he said, with a shocked look on his face. "What are you doing here?"
"I realized I'd made a terrible mistake. I was stubborn and didn't talk with you before leaving the house that day. Please come home, please."
"You traveled across the planet to tell me to come home? You could have just waited until I got back. Why do that?"
"Because I love you. Now can we please leave this place and go back home?"
He just stood there, not sure what to say. Eddie walked up behind Angel and put his hand on her shoulder. They continued to look on and listen to their dad, "I guess we can leave tomorrow morning," he said.
"No Dad, you can't do that," Angel said, running down the stairs. "This is our vacation. We were going to be here a whole month. I haven't finished learning Romanian food, and Eddie is still studying. Why are you doing this? Why are you agreeing with her? If we leave tomorrow morning I won't even get to say goodbye to Mikal," she said now with tears running down her face.
Rafe said nothing, just walked up to the bedroom to begin packing. He looked back at Angel, still standing in the foyer, her face stained with tears. She looked at Jesse, "I hate you. I hate you so much," she yelled running out the door. Eddie ran down the stairs and out the door to catch up with her.
"Angel, stop," he said, reaching her before she ran off into the woods. It was almost nightfall and they needed to get back inside. "Don't do something crazy. We can come back next summer, just me and you. Please, don't be upset at dad." She just looked at him, not saying anything. Everyone had said that they had the strongest sibling bond that anyone had ever seen, but at this point Eddie knew nothing he could say would make her feel better. He just put his arm around her shoulder and they walked back in the house.
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Angel looked out the plane window at the ground below. She had wished she had time to tell him goodbye. She wondered why she felt such a bond with him after only knowing him for a week. Eddie sat beside her, his headphones on listening to his music. She hadn't talked to her dad last night or this morning. She was so frustrated with him right now that she was worried that if she did open her mouth it would be words she'd later regret.
