"Danville."

That one word brought many memories, and with those memories a thousand different emotions. I hadn't allowed myself to feel these things, with all these memories in years. There was a reason of course. For my job I needed to stay calm and collected. Not break down from past emotions attacking me.

I must have looked really bad. Because the look Clara was giving me didn't say I looked like I had just won the lottery.

"Izzy, I can talk to the producers and have it rearranged for you to go somewhere else. It doesn't have to be there. I'm sure if you tell them why you don't want to visit there they'll understand." She already had her phone out and she was speaking really fast.

'Maybe I should go back, after all moms still there. Maybe he won't be there.' I watched as her fingers flew over the numbers, but hovered over the send button. She couldn't just demand for it to be changed where I would view the movie and we both knew that. It was in my contract that I would do this.

"Clara wait. How… how long will I have to be in Danville?" My voice was weak and shaky. I felt tired from all the emotional abuse I had just inflicted on myself.

Clara looked in the orange book, it seemed to take ages before she spoke. "It would be for three weeks. There are three viewings at different locations, and a few autograph signings scattered through the weeks."

I let out a sigh.

'Maybe I'll get lucky and won't run into any of the Flynn-Fletchers. For all I know they didn't even live anywhere near Danville anymore.'

"We don't really have a choice. We both know that." Claras' eyes were full of sympathy, though she only knew the reason why I had ran away from home when I was eighteen. Which was a lie.

"I'll do it, but can you do me a favor?" Clara let out a sigh a smiled at me.

"Anything for you Izzy."

I sat on a leather couch in my apartment loft with a cup of hot coco in one hand and my cell phone in the other. On the nearby coffee table sat a piece of paper with two phone numbers on it. The favor that Clara had given me. I had been sitting in this position for half an hour and the numbers seemed etched into my brain.

With a shaky sigh I set down my cold hot coco and picked up the paper. I could feel both the phone and the paper in my hands as I stared at my blank T.V. screen.

'Isabella, you have to do this. It's been seven years. Make the stupid calls already! Stop stressing.'

Before I could stop myself I looked down at my phone and dialed the first number on the paper. The phone began to ring and I could feel myself begin to hyperventilate.

'What am I doing? Its ten o'clock here! That makes it twelve at night there!'

RING

RING

RI.."Hello?" I went speechless, I hadn't heard that voice since my eighteenth birthday. Since the night I had screamed that I hated her and stormed out of her life.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Her slight Mexican voice brought me from my thoughts.

"I'm here, Mama I'm right here." I could hear a sharp intake on the other end of the phone. I waited for her to respond, and when she did it was as if she was fighting back tears.

"Isabella? Is that.. is that truly you?" I was fighting back my own tears at this point.

"Yes Mama. It's me Isabella. I'm coming home."

"Really? When? Oh darling I'm so sorry. I didn't mean a thing I said that night." Her voice held so many emotions, I could feel tears start to slip down my cheeks.

"Don't apologize Mama. I shouldn't have left. But that doesn't matter, I'll be home in a week."

We spoke for an hour. Seven years left a lot of questions, though mostly on my part. She had read and bought anything I had ever starred or co-starred in. It made feel amzing that she hadn't given up on me. That after seven years she still loved me after all the nasty things I had said.

"Who all knows that your coming home?" I loved hearing her voice. It was connected with so many joyful memories. It sounded so happy.

"Just you so far, tomorrow the director is releasing it to the public. I guess after that whoever has remotely been keeping up with me will know."

I waited for a quick reply like there had been for all the other things we had shared tonight, but nothing came.

"Mama?"

"Iza, isn't there some one, anyone, who you think might be waiting for your call. Just like I have been?" Her voice spoke louder then what she had actually said. I could feel my heart tighten at her words.

"What do you mean mama?" I knew what she would say. My heart knew, she wanted me to call the owner of the other number on the piece of paper in my lap.

"Iza, you know who I want you to call."

"But what if he doesn't want to talk to me?" my voice broke as more emotions wafted through me as I thought about him. "What if I call him, and he is mad at me? What if his life is better without me there? Mama I couldn't stand if he was mad at me. I don't want to hear his voice laced with anger at my decisions."

I was crying now, all alone in my two story apartment talking to my mother. I was in a ball of fuzzy pajamas and tears on my couch.

"Iza, don't cry. He's not mad at you. I would know, he spends half of his time in Danville with me. Waiting for a call from you. Mad would be the last thing he would be if you called." Her soothing tone helped to still my tears.

"Really mama?" My voice was a whisper, though it had no reason to be.

"Really Iza. You made me so happy by calling here tonight, but I'm not the only one you'll need to call tonight. I'm going to hang up and I want you to call him. Do you need his number?" I glanced at the paper in my lap and took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"No mama, I had my manager get it for me."

"Alright, I love you baby girl."

"I love you to mama." I heard the faint click as she hung up her phone. I pulled my own away from my face and checked the time, 11:27 PM. That meant it was past one there.

'Maybe I should wait till morning? It would be better. I mean I don't want to wake him.. No your calling him right now and straitening this seven year old mess up.'

I pushed the numbers into my phone. It only took one ring before I heard his sleepy, British voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ferb, It's me. Isabella."

(Yess, she was calling Ferb. Who else would you call so close to mid-night? I hope you like this direction I have going on. I would LOVE reviews so that I know what you all think. If you have any input don't be afraid to share.

-Ibbson)