First of all, I'd like to say thanks to all of you that put messages in the review box. It really means something when I was still getting good reviews months after I decided to not write any more of this story. Thank you all who have been reading this story since the beginning. Now, without further ado…

My name is Maggie…

Chapter eight

Blast from the past

It took Maggie a minute to realize what she was looking at. "Okay…" she thought to herself. One, mom read my diary. Two, she had run away from home. Three, Mac and Lisa, MY SISTER LISA, are in BED together, WITHOUT any clothes on.

Maggie thought for a second, and then repeated that last sentence again. "God I wish there was mind bleach out there." She muttered to herself. She decided to wait and see what they had to say before she jumped to conclusions. Or hit Mac with a chair until he didn't move any more. Whichever came first. So Maggie picked up a gameboy off the ground and turned it on. She stared through the darkness at the clock. 3:00 am.

"They won't be asleep that long." She said reassuringly to herself.

1:00 pm

Screw jumping to conclusions, I'm gonna kill the pair of them for sleeping in. Finally, she saw Lisa start to move. Maggie raised her head hopefully. She rose, yawning. Lisa then looked down at the brown haired guitarist next to her and smiled. She then casually looked in Maggie's direction.

Her face went redder then Texas. Her mouth opened a little, and then closed quickly. She did this four… no five times before she finally said, "Hi."

Maggie just looked at her. Not angrily, not disappointed, just looked at her. Then she flashed a grin. "You guys talk very loudly in your sleep." I said.

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It took Mac another half a minute to wake up, but when he saw Maggie was there, he made the road runner look like a friggin snail. Both of them were dressed in less then a minute each. Mac tried to make it up to her by making his famous pancakes. No matter how mad Maggie was at Mac, his pancakes were pretty damn good.

The three now faced each other at Mac's little table. Maggie finally got to ask the question she had been dieing to ask all night:

"When, why, what, you get the idea." Mac and Lisa looked at each other, and then faced the confused blonde. Lisa then turned to her. "It all started the night Hugh and I broke up…"

Lisa sat depressed in a booth of a dingy little diner. She sighed sadly, not caring if the pretty dress got dirty. The little bell on the door rang. She didn't look up until she heard a familiar voice.

"So, trouble in paradise?" The young woman looked up and saw a tuxedoed Mac, wearing a comforting smile. She looked back down sadly. Mac sat next to her and placed a hand around Lisa. She looked into his eyes. Now there was a look of concern on his face.

"I'm sorry." He said, with real sincerity in his voice. I just nodded. This was the moment Lisa realized she was crying. Mac reached up and wiped a tear off her face. She looked at him, and remembered that stupid fortune teller's prediction:

"Someday, you will find a true love."

Lisa's mouth opened a little, and then she leaned forward and kissed Mac as hard as she could. His eyes shot open with surprise, and then closed, letting him fall into the passionate kiss…

…and that's how it happened." Lisa finished. Maggie noticed that Mac and Lisa were holding hands. Maggie smiled. If Lisa was with anyone, it might as we'll be with Mac.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Maggie asked. She had been wondering that most of the time Lisa told the story.

"We didn't want people to think I just got her off the rebound and well…there's never been really a good time to tell anyone…" Mac trailed off.

The teenager nodded. Then Mac asked. "Hey, why were you here anyway?"

Maggie felt a lump form in her throat. This was the first time she had thought about it. She could feel tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

"It's nothing." The young girl lied. Lisa looked at her hard, and Maggie felt the tears escape. She lowered her head and said, "I ran away. Mom read my diary. She lied to me. She…" I didn't feel like talking any more. Lisa had walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me. I just gave in and cried into her shoulder.