Alan followed Virgil into the lounge. The elder brother sat at his piano, gesturing at Alan to stand beside him to look at the sheet music Virgil wrote. Alan looked over the sheet music and nodding to himself as he read it. The music looked doable.

"Just sit tight for a minute, I'm going to play for a few moments and then you and I can play what I've written." Virgil said as he flexed his fingers before playing one of his own personally written songs. Alan tilted his head in question before shaking his head. Alan sat on the bench beside Virgil. He felt his brother's muscles bunch as he moved his arms to meet the keys on the grand piano. "I hope you like the song I've written. I was listening to your playing last night and the song just came to me."

"I didn't keep you up did I?" Alan asked as he looked off out the window at the waves crashing against one of the large boulders close to his cove.

"No actually. It put me to sleep. I was lying in bed last night and I don't know…listening to your flute music last night. It awakened something in me and the music started flowing and I had to get it down on paper while it was still fresh in my mind."

Alan blushed at the compliment to his flute playing. He didn't see it as much, it was a hobby he'd picked up all on his own. Like Virgil with his piano playing, Alan had a desire to learn to play the flute and he'd saved his allowance to purchase his own when he was ten. After his purchase, he'd purposely practice when he was away at boarding school. He didn't want his family to tease him about learning to play the flute and making their ears bleed before one day he'd come home…flute case in hand.

He recalled that he'd been having a bad day; he'd been chewed out by his father and sent to his room without dinner. That was when he'd decided that to distract his thoughts from his empty stomach, he'd practice playing the flute.

"Do you remember, when you all found out about my flute playing?" Alan asked in bemusement.

Virgil continued playing the piano as he nodded.

"Yeah, we were all having dinner on the lanai…and Tin-Tin asked me if I'd left my i-pod playing up in my bedroom." Virgil replied, wincing at the mention of Tin-Tin.

"I can remember how shocked I was to turn around to see you and the guys peeking into my bedroom after you'd discovered the music was coming from my room." Alan said with a grin.

"I know dad wasn't expecting to discover you playing the flute." Virgil said as he continued playing the piano. "Are you ready to begin playing?"

Alan checked his flute to make sure that it was put together properly, he'd stayed up a little before bed to clean it and wanted to make sure it was assembled correctly. After setting up his flute, Alan tested his wind instrument to make sure it sounded okay before standing up to stand behind Virgil, looking over his shoulder at the sheet music Virgil had written for the both of them to use.

Virgil began with an almost inaudible pinging of the keys, but picked up in crescendo. Alan followed along before he too joined in, fingers flying effortlessly over the finger-holes. Getting a feel for the music, Alan was unaware that he and Virgil had obtained an audience. When the music was over, Alan felt all eyes on him as he noticed Virgil had stopped playing at some point and had turned around to watch him play. Glancing behind him, he saw each of his brothers and the one person whom he longed to make up with, but feared a similar argument may happen again in the future. Still holding his flute at the ready, Alan was shocked when Virgil swapped places with him, and taking the initiative to usher each of their brothers from the room; leaving just him and Tin-Tin alone.

… … … … … …

Alan licked his lips nervously as he found his mouth going dry instantly. He couldn't control how each time Tin-Tin looking at him made him feel weak in the knees, mouth dry, sweating palms, and racing heart. It didn't matter that his heart still felt cracked and chipped in places. It'd been almost a month and a half since he and Tin-Tin argued, and Alan took a step back from their relationship.

"That was a beautiful song you played Alan." Tin-Tin said softly.

"It wasn't…I was just following the music Virgil had written down." Alan mumbled. He didn't know if he could take hearing compliments for his flute playing from the girl that had stolen his heart and had kept it locked in a cage somewhere in her room.

"I hate to tell you, but it wasn't. Didn't you hear Virgil?" Tin-Tin asked as she took a couple steps forward, sitting beside Alan on the piano bench.

"No." Alan admitted. He was embarrassed to say that he often didn't hear anything except the flow of the music when he played the flute. That was how much he enjoyed playing.

"Virgil said you strayed from the sheet music. That's why he quit playing. He couldn't follow along." Tin-Tin said with a soft smile. "But I recognize the song you were playing."

"Oh?" Alan found his mouth going dry again.

"Yeah…you were playing the song of your heart." Tin-Tin said as she gestured at Alan to pick up the flute again and continue playing.

"What makes you say that?" Alan asked with a fair blush spreading across his face.

"Because it was sad." Tin-Tin said softly. "And it broke my heart hearing you play."

Alan didn't say anything, choosing instead to remain quiet.

"Alan, I don't know how many ways I can apologize. What I said back during our argument was wrong. It's was worse than wrong and I couldn't believe I'd said it the moment it passed my lips. You have no idea the remorse I felt watching you run from the room, into the raining night just to get away from me. I don't blame you and in fact I hate myself for saying such hurtful things to you. I'm supposed to love you, not tear you down the moment something makes me mad." Tin-Tin whispered as she took hold of one of Alan's hands. "I don't blame you if you never want to date me again, but I hope you'll accept my apology and that we can be friends again. It's lonely around here without you to talk to."

Alan looked down at his and Tin-Tin's hands before carefully intertwining their fingers together. Looking back up to meet her eyes, Alan saw the remorse was still fresh and he knew then that her apology had been genuine. Not able to find any lie in what she said, Alan opened his arms and pulled Tin-Tin into a hug. She settled her head on his chest and listened to the fast paced pitter patter of his heart. Alan reached around and tipped her head up to meet his by lifting her chin with his index finger. When she was finally looking up at him, he leaned down and the both of them closed their eyes in tandem before their lips met in a heartfelt kiss.

AN: I hope the ending to this chapter wasn't too cheesy. I felt like making it something tender, with Alan getting lost in the music of his flute playing and Tin-Tin being the one to recognize the song of his heart.

Thanks to those of you that comment on this and my other stories. Hope you all are enjoying them.

~Angel~