A/N I have only just uploaded the last chapter, but I got a review from Riza, so thank you! And here is the next chapter, hopefully things are improving on the writing front!

Erin was finished, today was the day that the final part of the plan could be put into action. But now was the bit she needed the most guts for. And she wasn't sure she could do it. She pulled on the Pants, and a clean blouse, and carefully packed everything she needed into her knapsack. She brushed her hair into two neat plaits, then tried one, then a ponytail. Finally, sensing she was only putting things off she left it out. She hurried downstairs where Justin was staring bleary eyed into a bowl of cereal.

"Where are you going?" He asked,

"Gran's, I need you to draw me a map."

His mouth practically dropped open, "What?"

"I am going to Gran's house, will you draw me a map?"

"I... yes, but are you sure?" She nodded, "Ok, well want me to come with you?"

"No J, I need to go on my own, we have things to talk about."

Belle, Hazel and Russell were out watching a movie. It was the most awkward night of all their lives. Russell almost wished he was out with Hazel's Dad. Almost.

"So... popcorn's on me," He said, smiling at them both,

"Thanks Russ," Hazel said, giving him a quick smile before returning to looking worriedly at Belle.

"I'll go and get it then..." He trailed off, and went over to the stand,

"Isabella! What's wrong, and don't say the awkwardness, 'cause yeah that's rough, but you've acting like this ever since you came home..."

"I'm worried about Mari," Belle mumbled,

"So am I, but she's tough, she'll be fine, at the minute I'm more worried about you, because that isn't the only reason you're acting like this,"

"How would you bloody know? Can you see into my mind or something?" Belle screamed at Hazel, tears running down her face, "How is it you seem to know exactly what I'm thinking when I have no idea?"

Hazel grabbed her friend and held her tight while she sobbed, ignoring the looks from passers-by. Russell came over, but stood to the side, "Because I'm your friend. And no I don't know exactly what your thinking, but I know when some thing's up,"

"Shut up," Belle muttered, still sobbing,

"It's ok, I'm here, whenever you need me!"

Marianna had just finished her scene and was sitting in an alcove, going over her lines, while waiting for her next call, when Hayden came up to her.

"Hey Babe,"

She laughed, she couldn't help it, the utter nerve of this guy, "What do you fucking want?"

He smiled, "Oh I love it when you talk dirty,"

"Go to hell Hayden," she walked off, leaving him standing behind her, she wished she could leave him behind forever. But she knew she would always have to remember him. He was her first after all, no matter what rumours Kelly was spreading about her.

"You ok?" Kieran, another boy of Irish decent who was playing Naoise, her true-love in the play, asked. He was quite good looking, with black hair and a cute smile, but Marianna wasn't in the mood for guys. He was nice to her though.

"I'm fine... well not really, I just ran into Hayden,"

"Ah," Kieran had heard the rumours, and although they had only known each other a couple of days, they had talked a lot while practising lines. He had even come out to her, telling her all about his boyfriend back home, and his parents outrage. And she had told him about Hayden, everything. Before she had even told her best friends, but she needed to tell someone, someone that wouldn't judge her, and she knew Kieran wouldn't. She had needed to tell someone that didn't know her.

"I'm alright, I told him to go to hell,"

"Go girl!" He laughed, "Come on, let us go and practise, else Mr Woods will be angry! I can't believe this, I am like almost 19, and yet I still have to call him Mr Woods!" Kieran linked her arm in his, and they walked off, spouting lines from the play.

Belle sobbed the whole way home, Russ was driving but he kept glancing back at the two girls in the back of his car. Two girls he cared a lot about. He dropped them off at Belle's house and Hazel gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running up the path after her friend who ended up slamming the door on her anyway. She banged on the door until Belle's Mom answered.

"Hazel, what on earth is going on?"

"Can I speak to Belle," Hazel said, quickly rushing up the stairs, she came to Belle's room where Freddy was standing in front of the door.

"She doesn't want to see you," He said, puffing out his chest and standing like a soldier.

"Belle, let me in!" Hazel said, pounding on the door, over Freddy's head.

"Go away," Came the muffled reply, (A/N I am sure I have stolen this line from somewhere, but oh well,)

"I won't," She sat down, leaning against the wall, "I'll sit here all night if I have to, we need to talk,"

Erin was finally on her way round to her Gran's, after forcing J to draw her a map, and assuring him she didn't need any help. Then she was at the door. She knocked quickly before she could chicken out.

"Yes?" The old woman peered around the door, "Oh it's you,"

"Hello Gran... can I come in?"

"I don't think so," She said, beginning to close the door again, but Erin put her hand against it,

"Please, we need to talk, I have something to show you," Mary stared at her Granddaughter, such a resemblance there was.

"Fine," She muttered, leaving the door open behind her as she walked into the living room and sat in her chair,

"Here," Erin handed her a frame. In it was a picture of Mary, as a young woman with her two children, David and Jane, and her Husband, Jerry. It was a copy of a family portrait, taken decades ago, done in charcoal, and around it were three faces, Peter, her oldest Grandson, the spitting image of Jerry, Justin, looking exactly like her lost son, David and Erin... looking exactly like her.

A/N Well what did you think? I thought this was quite a clever idea of Erin's/mine. It was going to be longer, but I wanted it to end here, with a bit of a cliff hanger! Please review!