Guys, I don't know when the next update is going to be on this story or on Hart of a Kinsella, as the end of summer vacation is upon me and we're switching into getting back into the upcoming school year, and getting last minute summer actives in, that is going to be hard to get things updated until after school starts. I have started the next chapter for this one, so hopefully it won't be too long before the next update comes, but I do have a few other stories to work on as well.

Now for this chapter, it didn't come out the way I wanted it to, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted to happen within it, but I don't hate what the chapter turned in to. And I tried to look and see if Bluebell had a newspaper and what it was called but I lucked out in finding anything of the sorts, hence why I went with the Bluebell Herald.

Enjoy!

After being shown around the town and an invite to have dinner with the Breeland's they ended their little tour at a house down the street from them. Waiting for the owners to answer, had Zoe feeling anxious with each second that past. She knew she needed to issue an apology to the boy she saw enter the house the day prior, but the not knowing how he would react to seeing her freaked her out the most. She didn't want him to hate her forever.

"Harley, hi" a pretty brunette smiled opening the door, giving him a hug. "Now this must be Zoe," she smiled at Zoe ushering them in. "I'm Jackie and that one in the living room is my husband Earl," she introduced.

"Hi," Zoe shyly smiled.

"Hi," Earl smiled, turning the TV off seeing who their company happened to be. "Jesse and Wade are upstairs if you want to play with them," he informed her. Seeing she would do better around them and not being stuck with the adults as they talked about who knows what.

"Go on, dear," Harley urged her. She nodded, taking the stairs one at a time, hearing the murmurs from the adults grow quieter the further she went upstairs, their laughter the only noise following behind her.

"What do you want princess?" Wade asked, seeing her in the hallway from his room where his door remained open. He really thought his house would be a sanctuary from the likes of her. He really didn't want to be seeing her so soon and in his house no less.

"My dad brought me over," Zoe retorted. She may have been here because of her dad, but she thought upon seeing him that she would be able to apologize to him. She couldn't change how he acted towards her after saying what needed to be said. That would be on him. "I wanted to say that I am sorry for my behavior yesterday afternoon. I am mad at my mother, and it was wrong of me to take that out on you," she told him, needing to take a quick second to take a breath. "Hi, I am Zoe," she told him, holding her hand out, ready to put one bad afternoon behind them, and to start over.

"Wade," he said, looking at her hand. "You may say you're sorry, but I don't believe you are. You are just use to getting your way because you're that spoiled princess I met yesterday, that's the real you," he retorted, leaving Zoe to stand in the hallway by herself as he headed downstairs, to play outside in the yard, to get away from her.

"You'll have to excuse him." Hearing the voice from behind her she spun around to face the teen that looked just like Wade only a few years older. "He's going through something," he laughed. He didn't know what was going on with his brother. A ten-year old shouldn't have problems to deal with. But over the last few months, Wade went from pranks to fights. He tried to talk him, but Wade would yell and slam his door. He didn't understand why his brother was acting like an angsty teen years before he was one. "I'm Jesse," he smiled.

"I'm Zoe," she nodded. "What is there to go through at his age?" Zoe asked with frown. He had both his parents, and they weren't keeping anything from him like a father, like her mother had done to her. It wasn't like he was older than she was.

"I haven't been able to figure that out," Jesse told her. "You can come into my room," he suggested. "I promise I don't bite," he smirked.

"You sure about that?" She asked, walking past him and taking refuge in his desk chair, her eyes roaming over the room seeing how neat it was. Taking a second look around his room she couldn't see anything out of place or things tossed about, unlike the mess his brother's room happened to be when she caught a glimpse.

"I won't bite you," he laughed, a bit of blush on his cheek at the question, not that she would understand the meaning behind her question or the sudden blush, as he did get up to things with his girlfriend, the things a normal 15 year old got up to and what she was comfortable with as he wouldn't push her into anything she wasn't comfortable with. He knew that no meant no. "The same time he started acting out was the same time he started to act differently around my dad," he commented, regaining his normal face color and moving away from topics they shouldn't be discussing.

"You don't think your dad did something to him, do you?" Zoe asked, scrunching her face up. Jesse shook his head. His dad wouldn't do anything of the sort and he told Zoe as much. He should be mad at such a question, but he knew Zoe didn't know any better with her only being in town for a little over 24 hours. "It's a mystery to me," she shrugged. She had enough of her own problems that she didn't need to be chasing after Wade to figure out what was going on with him, not that he would tell her as he seems to be dead set on hating her forever. She would avoid him as much as she could in the small town.

"It's a mystery to us all," he nodded, taking a seat on his bed. "How are you liking Bluebell?" He asked, wanting to get to know the girl his brother couldn't stop talking about since meeting her yesterday afternoon, granted half of it had been muttered under his breath and how much of a stuck up, spoiled princess she happened to be. Jesse still found it funny and cute. Because he wanted to believe that his brother was starting to get his first real crush.

"It's interesting that's for sure," she told him. "And Dash, now he is something else," she smiled. She liked the guy; he talked about New York and plays like he really knew what he was talking about. Plays she hasn't been allowed to go see, but he made them sound beautiful and like magic wrapping around you. The way he described each show made her feel like she was watching it happened before her very eyes in the streets of Bluebell.

"He has a column in the Bluebell Herald," Jesse informed her. "It comes out every Thursday," he tacked on. "You can read, right?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"You're a jerk," she laughed, throwing the ball that sat on his desk, hitting him in the head. Jesse laughed, throwing a pillow at her which she caught, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Figures you two would get along," Wade retorted, leaning against the door jamb, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't get why you hate her for," Jesse commented. "She's pretty cool and she's better to hang out with then you," he remarked.

"You would say that considering you can be just as stuck up as the princess here," Wade smirked.

"I am not stuck up nor a princess," Zoe retorted. "You're just a jerk," she huffed out. "Yesterday had been a bad day for me. You don't understand what I had gone through or what I am going through, you just assume you know everything when you don't know squat. I am sorry that I took my anger out on you, but now I don't know if you deserve a sorry," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest, Jesse holding back his laughter at the spitfire that is Zoe.

"You don't know what you're talking about, princess," Wade smirked at her.

"I really don't think you do your royal highness of the jerks," Zoe challenged him.

"Just go back to your little fairytale," Wade retorted, taking a step backwards to head to his room.

"If this were a fairytale, I'd be with my family," she retorted, leaving off she'd be back in New York away from the likes of him.

"You have that now," Wade remarked. "Your parents together. That is what you wanted, right?" Wade questioned, shutting his bedroom door.

"That is what I want," she softly said, turning to look at Jesse. "But not like this," she said shaking her head. "And what was he going on about?" She asked.

"About what?" Jesse questioned, recalling his brother's words, not finding anything to be concerned about.

"That I don't know what it's like to have my family tore apart," she commented. "Are your parents having trouble in their marriage? Does he have a different dad or something?" She asked, getting that from what little Wade said about her own situation, wanting to know more about Wade as didn't like being on the outside.

"They are fine," he nodded. He hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary with them. "Like I said I don't know the deal with Wade. They fight but even your parents fights," he commented. "And I can assure you my mom and dad are his as well," he told her. He didn't mind the questions as she simply didn't know.

"Yeah," she sighed.

Maybe she was wrong with being mad at her mom, everyone makes mistakes, that is something she knew, but she didn't think it was okay for her mom to build a life for them around a lie. And being mad at her mom had been easy to do. Though, maybe, she could let the anger go and try to enjoy this life she has now, as she does get to know her father and isn't Ike she can control what Ethan does now that he knows the truth. Kids in broken homes often wish they could have their families whole and without knowing it she had been in a broken home and getting that chance to have her family. But it didn't make the situation any less horrible for her. It was a lot to take in for her. And a lot of it she couldn't understand or begin to understand.

She was determined to enjoy her time in Bluebell. She didn't think she would ever be able to make amends with Wade. As it seemed things with him we're determined to remain on the outs with him. And that would have to be okay, because she couldn't please everyone.

It was later that night after having dinner with the Breeland's that Zoe found herself in Lemon's room playing dolls that she got the courage to ask about Wade, since she didn't know just how much of what Jesse told her could be believed since they are brothers.

"What's the deal with Wade?" Zoe asked. Having found that she gets along with the other girl quite amazingly so. She truly believed they could be best friends in no time at all.

"The deal with Wade?" Lemon asked, moving the toy baby bottle from the mouth of her doll. "What do you mean?"

"I was over there today and he seemed to have this attitude," she shared. "We didn't have the best first impression, but I apologized for my behavior and he would not accept it," she sighed.

"He made a new friend in a kid named Meatball, why you would name your son after a ball of meat for I do not know," she shuttered.

"You're named after a fruit," Zoe commented.

"Yeah, but it's cute, Meatball, not so much," Lemon retorted. Zoe nodded, agreeing with her on that one. "Anyway, ever since he's been getting in trouble more, I don't get it. His attitude hasn't changed towards me," she frowned. "So I can't really help you," Lemon shrugged.

"I didn't think you could," Zoe sighed, picking Lulu back up to continue playing their game until it was time to head home.

That night she found that as much as she didn't want to worry about the ongoings in Wade's life, she couldn't help but think of reasons that could make him act out in such a way. And if it helped to keep her thoughts away from her own problems so be it.