Isabel came walked into her room to find both Max and Michael waiting for her. She let out a sigh and pursed her lips. "Okay what is going on?"

Max stood up and came over to her looking into her eyes as she dropped her bag on her bed next to Michael. "Didn't we tell you to be careful?"

"What are you talking about, did I jaywalk or something?" She looked from one boy to the other one. "Michael what is Max the dictator talking about?"

"That's not fair Isabel!" Said Max.

"We are concerned about you. That new guy in town, we need to know more about him. What if he's one of them?"

"Michael, not everyone is a skin, or works for the government. Jason is here with his father who is planning to open a business here."

"But that could be a cover, it's happened before. Besides you can't be getting involved with a human." Isabel went up to Max and shoved her finger in her brother's chest, her eyes flashed.

"Don't get involved with a human? Is that what you said? Well let me tell you mister boy…friend…of…a…human…girl! Don't tell me what I can do! Since we had no problems with any of the baddies until you saved her!"

Michael stood up and moved over to Isabel. "Calm down Is."

She turned to him, and went right up until she was right in his face. "You can't talk either. I don't want to be alone, I don't have anyone." Her voice broke as she ran out of the room and into the bathroom, locking the door. They heard the water in the sink come on, and knew she was crying.

Both boys looked at each other. Both felt bad about it. Michael ran his fingers through his hair as he paced. Max sat down at the desk watching his friend.

"Max, she's right. It's not fair to her, we aren't alone why should she be? We could have checked him out before saying anything to her. I don't like making her cry."

"I don't either, we really upset her Michael. But too many humans know, and I don't want her to get hurt, or captured and tortured like I was."

"Max any guy would like her. She deserves to be happy."

Max stood up as he studied his friend. He wondered about Michaels comment. But he couldn't like her, could he?"

"Michael are you interested in my sister?"

Michael turned to him before he turned around facing the bathroom door, a concerned look on his face. "I care…she is family." He replied softly. He started towards the door until Max's hand came down on his shoulder.

"No leave her alone for now. We will apologize to her later. But we will find out about this Jason."

"Yeah, and if he is bad for her…he will answer to me."

Both boys walked out of her room and went downstairs. A few minutes later Isabel came out, her eyes red, and she used her powers to fix that and her makeup. Why couldn't they let her live her life? She was so tired of worrying about what if, and watching everything she said or did.

Her phone rang and she answered. Hello? Oh hi Jason…yeah that sounds good… I will meet you there at seven. Bye." She hung up and smiled, at least she wouldn't be alone tonight. A little fun, if only it was with… no don't even go there she thought. He doesn't care.

She moved to her closet to check out her clothes. What would she wear; she wondered what color he liked?

Max sat at the table drinking a soda and eating a piece of pie, across from him sat Michael who sat there staring at his pie. He glanced up at Max, "What?"

"What's wrong Michael?"

"Nothing."

"Better not let Maria see you like that. She'll get the wrong idea. I think I will check him and his father out on that site for investigators. Something is wrong here."

Michael picked up his fork, cut a piece of the pie, and put it in his mouth, not tasting it. He watched Max pick up the phone to call Liz. Good it gave him time to think. Why was he so against her dating this guy…so he was handsome… and his father had money…more than Izzy's parents did. So what that Isabel liked him, and they made a good-looking couple. It didn't mean he was jealous or anything, for he wasn't, just concerned for her. That was it, and the guy was probably stuck on himself, looked like a model anyway. He'd like to re-arrange that pretty face. He got up, walked out the kitchen through the living room, and left the house. He got onto his bike and rode off. He wasn't jealous, he had Maria.

Max turned seeing Michael walking out, lost in thought. What was going on? Maybe Liz could figure it out. "Liz, Michael is acting strange… More than usual…"