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So if your just skimming this part, I should make the words in big font so you don't miss it.
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Justin did come by a few weeks later.
"Damn man what the heck happened?" he asked as he and his mother leaned against the hood of the car looking at the new 6714 Jennings Court, (which after a lot of research, Wesley found out was originally called Cherry Manor. It had once belonged to a plantation owner, and the entire town had been his plantation, but he hadn't been that wealthy, so his house wasn't humongous but it was definitely not small either.)

The house still had that ancient feeling to it, and the floors did creek. But they were stable. The outside was re-painted white, with red shutters, and red roof tiles. The doors and windows were still all open, as if the place was still airing out. New glass was put in the windows; the drive way, that had once been just gravel, now was solid black pavement, and smooth.

Anna, who had been in front with Wesley, looked up, the two being so engrossed in their conversation about plants that they hadn't heard them coming.

"What does it look like?" William asked smirking, coming out of the house. He had a dishtowel in his hands, wiping off what looked like motor oil. Just as he came out Anna quietly and extremely suddenly slipped into the backyard away from William. Wesley had grown accustomed to her disappearing, but he knew sooner or later he was going to have to talk to her.

Wesley glanced up at William, and understood why younger girls would like him. He was rather tall, that's actually the first thing you notice. Plus, because he works in his father's company he actually doesn't attend school. Poor kid had to drop out at the age of 16, so his father and he could pay the bills. So, in result of all this work, he had broad shoulders, and muscular arms. His hair was long giving him what people would call a skater look. He could constantly be seen flipping his head to the side so his blond hair wasn't in the way of his green eyes. When William was working, he always wore a baseball cap backwards, just to keep his hair under control.

"Well, well, so it's you and your father who are the miracle workers behind this place?" Izzy smirked, and Wesley stood up wiping the dirt on his hands off on his jeans. In the past he would have never done such a thing, yet lately he had grown to this small town life.

For example he had gotten used to stopping at a certain point while walking down the street with Anna, because everybody knew her. And Anna knew everyone; with a population of 2000(including kids) Cherryville was an extremely small town. Some of the residents lived in Kerry's Trailer Park. Others were wealthy business men who had come here to raise their families in a small town environment.

Another thing is unlike LA, the air was cleaner. When Wesley first came here he would, on occasion get dizzy from how easily he could breath. Then, everything during the summer in Cherryville was outside. Most of his lessons with Anna were done with her sitting on the porch, and him standing up and talking to her.

William smiled at her comment "Yes, ma'am "he nodded.
"Jeez, how long have you guys been working on this dump?" asked Justin, and his comment was quickly responded with a sharp elbow from his mother.

"About 3 weeks." Bill (William's father) said, coming outside. Bill was much like his son, an army veteran, and a quiet man. They both were. Sometimes Wesley had this theory they could speak to each other telepathically because of the way they work without speaking. Same green eyes, though his hair was much shorter.

"Dang, so I guess being a Professor in England paid you really well, eh Wes?" This comment resulted in another sharp elbow from his mother.

"Yes, it does and there are other ways of payment besides money." Wesley said looking toward Bill who nodded. In return for all that extra help Wesley had been agreeing with Bill that he would help William pass the GEDs which is a test people can take in the state of Alabama that will give them a high school diploma without actually attending the school.

William is yet to know any of this.

"Ya really? Like-"before Justin could finish his mother elbowed him one more time and interrupted saying.
"Well the house looks wonderful, where's Anna? I haven't seen her in weeks. We thought we'd stop by and take her to work today and then she can come help us decorate for the festival."

"Festival? What festival?" asked Wesley curiously, silently thankful that Izzy hadn't come by in the past 2 weeks. At least now he could handle her, plus she acted like nothing had happened which was good by his book.

"It's a thing we do once every 4 years Professor." Said William sitting on the porch wearing his Yankee cap backwards.

"We have festivals every year, but this one is special."

"It's a celebration, you see, according to the legend Cherryville was actually once a dry land, not a valley."

"But a meteor came and created the valley." William added.

"This year we are supposed to have a meteor shower at night so everyone's taking that as a sign to make this one special." Bill said in his normal calm relaxed tone.

"You should come Professor."

"No, it's quite all right. You guys can go ahead. I suspect you two are going to be leaving soon as well? I mean, considering you'll be doing all the construction for the festival."

"Yes sir, but only if it's-"

"No, it's fine with me." Wesley nodded. "You can leave now if you wish. I have paperwork I can get done tonight anyway."

"Thanks Professor." William smiled as he and his father hopped into their red pick-up and drove down to town.

"He's gone, Anna." Wesley said rolling his eyes. Then Anna popped her head out from behind the corner of the house.

"What do you mean? I had some work to do-"

"Yes, well Justin and Izzy are here to pick you up. Have fun at the festival-"

"You're not coming?" asked Anna coming out from behind the house wearing a white long sleeve shirt, and a pair of jeans.

"No, it's not really my kind of thing. Have fun though."

Anna had become one of his best friends over the past few weeks sort of sad that she was only 14. His best friend was more then half his age.(15 this July). Though she had also become somewhat clingy, always at his side (except when William was around) ,always talking to him. It was probably because of her clinginess that she was becoming incredibly bright. Anna was more of a verbal learner, so he would merely discuss and inform her on a topic and she would learn it. Though when they started Latin later this summer she was going to have to sit down and write some things so she could read it. But the bad part to all of this would have to be that it could be somewhat annoying. Tonight would be a good chance to unpack and find a hiding spot for his more…magical items.

Though his words did not stop her from making her eyes go wide, damn her. She knew his one weakness.

"Please Professor?"

"Anna" Wesley said smiling softly shaking his head slowly. "Trust me you'll have more fun without me."

"Pwease?" she said smiling slightly, acting like a 5 year old girl who wanted candy.

"Anna" he said in a light hearted warning tone.

"Fine, you think you manage without me?" she teased.

"I think I can last a good 5 hours without you." He smirked. This was how their relationship was. It was a very sarcastic (when he wasn't teaching) soft smiles, small chuckles, warm, and very fuzzy kind of relationship. Like a daughter/father or well more like a big brother/sister relationship. Yet she has yet to mention anything about her father, they usually don't talk about their pasts. It's almost like a silent rule, of what not to speak of. They also have yet to hug, they barely touched, and it again was like a silent rule. No hugs, no brushing of fingers, nothing.

She nodded and smiled before running off to the car with Izzy and Justin.

Over the past few weeks Anna had also changed slightly. Now since she didn't spend her entire days with her father, only at the diners her scars were beginning to fade both mentally and physically. She was starting to roll up her sleeves on rare occasion. Though sometimes Anna would come home deadly quite and be using her now lighter colored hair to cover her face. Meaning he had hit her, and it took Wesley every ounce of strength he had not to drive down their and beat the crap out of Anna's father.

Later that night Wesley found something rather amazing. Above the attic, or well, rather a loft, but still above it was another loft. It was smaller, what must have been sleeping quarters for some slaves. Though hidden well behind some of the old furniture they had stored up there, with a door that almost seemed to melt with the wall behind it because of the years of ageing. This place Wesley would start to call "The Loft".

"The Loft" was about the size of any bedroom, perfect enough for Wesley to line the walls with all his books, journals, and other odds and ends he may have. Yet also from this room he saw something, the window which they had thought was in the attic, and high up was in the loft, and large enough for someone to crawl through. With that Wesley did, and sat up on the roof taking in a deep smell of the scent.

The air smelt of jasmine, lily, and just of summer. Freshly cut grass and you could see miles on end. You could see everything including the town below where everyone crowded around the center of the town. Laughing, yelling, singing, and dancing and then everyone became quiet. He didn't understand why until he looked up and gasped. He saw it first he gaped at the sky. How clear he could see the stars, he hadn't really noticed it that much. Then he noticed the shooting stars, and like a child he saw one and made a wish. Wishing that he could help Anna, and all the others like her. It was a silly wish but maybe, through them he could find the peace and redemption he was looking for.

Authors Note:

This was a sappy, warm fuzzy chapter to make up for the seriousness of the next one.

Next Chapter: The secrets of Izzy are reveailed, when Wesley notices her taking some medicine, a kind of medicine some people call AZT.