Angela sighed as she prepared to spend a relaxing Sunday afternoon to herself. She had just poured herself a glass of lemonade, and was about to curl up on the couch with a book; when Molly burst through the door in tears.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked. Molly just shook her head. Angela stood up and took her baby sister into her arms, and allowed Molly to cry on her shoulder. Angela held her as the tears came rolling down Molly's face. For a few moments they stood like that, until Molly was finally able to gain some composure. "Let's sit down, do you want to tell me what happened?" They sat down on the couch together, Angela handed Molly a tissue.

"It... It's stupid really, b-but." Molly stopped and sighed. Angela waited patiently for her sister to continue. "Maya showed up, and things just got really weird. She got really mad at him that I was there. She thought that Chase was with her. I told Chase that he and Maya needed to clear things up and left. The thing that frustrates me the most is that when Maya asked if him and I were together he answered 'not really.' I mean I don't know why it made me mad, because we really aren't together per se..." Molly looked down at the tissue in her hand that she had pretty much mutilated.

"Oh Molly," Angela sighed. "It sounds like after Chase is done sorting things out with Maya, he needs to sort things out with you too." Angela soothed, she reached out for her little sister, and embraced her. This was exactly what she had been worried about when Molly had gotten herself involved with him.

There was a knock on the door. Angela pulled away.

"Want to get that? I have a feeling it's for you anyway," Angela said softly. Molly stared at her sister wide eyed, unsure if she really wanted to or not.

"I don't know..."

"Come on Molly, go answer the door," Angela urged lightly, Molly dragged her feet over the door, and opened it. A very chagrined looking Chase stood in the doorway.

"Molly can I talk to you?" He asked. Molly looked back at Angela.

"Don't mind me," Angela said. "I was just about to leave." Angela walked out the door and left the two standing in the living room.

XxXx

Why did I leave? Angela thought to herself. She really had no other place to go. She shrugged her shoulders, she guessed this would be a good time to explore Waffle Island.

Angela found herself wandering around in the foot of Mount Gelato. It was a beautiful area. The lush green grasses seemed to grow to her knees, and there were wildflowers blooming throughout the field. This is much better than what I had planned. The distinctive smell of Pink Cat flowers wafted up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw a man walking towards her. Her heart quickened as she recognized the man as Gray.

"Hello," Angela said when he reached her.

"Hello, didn't think I would see anyone else out here today," he responded. "People don't usually come out this way." His lips were turned down, as he regarded her carefully.

"Sorry," Angela murmured, feeling as if she'd offended the man standing before her. "I can leave."

"No," Gray answered back. Angela stood for a moment unsure of what to say. They stood in silence staring at each other. As usual, she don't know what to think of him. He was undoubtedly attractive, but at the same time could be rude and unpleasant. Say something, Angela said to herself. Anything to break this silence. Neither one of them said anything, and neither one of them moved. Then as if the spell was broken, both looked away at the same time.

"I usually don't come out this way..." Angela started. Well that was dumb thing to say. "I was just wandering around and actually found this place by accident. It's really pretty here. I have actually never been here before." Stop babbling Angela, shechided herself.

"Most people don't know about this place," Gray answered back. She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't seem to sense her nervousness.

"Do you come here a lot?" Angela asked.

"Almost every Sunday," Gray answered.

Angela looked down at the ground. She could feel him looking at her, but she didn't really know what else to do.

"Well it really is a beautiful place to come think," Angela stated lamely. She felt stupid immediately after saying it. The man smiled. She had never before seen this smile before. It was a genuine smile that was beautiful, and made him look even more attractive. Angela bit her lip to keep from saying so. The smile left his face left almost as quickly as it appeared.

"Do you want to see an even more beautiful sight?" Gray asked her.

"Sure," Angela responded.

"One condition," Gray said. Angela looked at him puzzled. "Take that ridiculous bun out of your hair. It is Sunday after all."

"Only if you take that cap off," Angela quipped, hiding a smile. She reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair. She shook her hair out with her hands. Gray reached up and took his cap off placing it in his back pocket. He held out his hand to her before realizing what he was doing. Angela stared at it for a second, and tentatively placed her hand in his, and allowed the man to lead her up the trail to Mount Gelato.

XxXx

Angela surveyed the scene before her, it was nearing sunset, and from where they were standing they could see all of Waffle Island. She had never before really paid attention to how beautiful the island was, but from this perspective, she could no longer ignore its beauty. She could see clearly all the rainbows that seemed to cover the land.

"Wow," she breathed out. She turned to Gray, again an unreadable expression was on his face. She realized then, that her hand was still in his. Looking down, they both pulled their hands back. Angela turned back to once again survey the scene before her. The man beside her stayed silent as the sun slowly set on Waffle Island.

XxXx

When Angela finally arrived home, Molly was waiting for her.

"Did you get lost?" Molly asked with a smirk on her face.

"No," Angela replied back softly. Molly was smiling, so she assumed things were fine with her and Chase. "I am assuming things went well with Chase?"

"Yeah, he apologized for what he said. He said that he finally ended things with Maya for good, and he wants to be with me," Molly cooed excitedly. "But seriously Angela what happened? Why were you gone for so long?"

"I just lost track of time," Angela stated. She didn't want her sister prying anymore, but knowing Molly she would not give up with just that.

"What exactly were you doing that made you lose track of time?" Molly asked coyly. Angela looked away from Molly's inquiring eyes.

"I was watching the sunset up on Mount Gelato," Angela mumbled.

"Where?" Molly asked. "Never mind. So were you alone?"

"Molly." Angela's tone had a warning in it. Molly ignored the tone.

"You weren't alone were you?" Molly crowed. "Who was it that you were with? Mr. Sexy?"

"Please don't call him that," Angela begged. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She turned away from her sister once again with the pretense of picking up some of the clutter that was on the coffee table.

"It was! Did you make out with him like I suggested?" Molly asked.

"No," Angela said, she whirled to look at her sister. "Look drop it Molly nothing happened. It didn't mean anything. He just happened to be there, and I just happened to run into him. That's all."

"Whatever," Molly said lightly. "You seem to just run into him a lot." She watched as her sister walked to her bedroom. Angela let out a sigh. She was not so convinced herself that it had meant nothing.