"Man, these are really good Mrs. Harrison." Will told my mother as he prepared his sixth fajita. My mother grinned back thankfully as if she had really made them. It amazed me how much Will could eat. My mother and I had both stopped at two fajitas, and my father had barely finished three.

"You are most welcome, Will. It was my pleasure."

"Your pleasure to pick up fajitas three miles away at El Mazatlan." I muttered under breath. Will winked at me, but my mother rose her eyebrow sternly.

"But thank you anyways, Mom." I added quickly with a smile. Will pushed his plate away and sat back in his chair. Finally--- the boy was done.

As if on cue, my father cleared his throat as soon as Will was done. Everyone at the table focused on him.

"Now, Will, I am sure Ellie has told you that her brother, Geoffrey, will be staying with us for awhile. He's taking his time off to focus on his, um, writing." My father said the word like it was something dirty. I didn't blame him though. I'd never seen Geoff ever write anything. "He will be arriving here around nine 'o clock, so if you have your stuff together we can move it up to the attic soon." He finished with a smile.

"Wait nine 'o clock? As in tonight?" I asked.

"Why yes, Ellie. He's been driving for two day coming from St. Paul." My mother said without care.

What the hell? He's been driving for two days and they tell me three hours before he's supposed to get here.

Not cool.

I got up from the table brusquely and took my plate into our kitchen. I scraped the food into the trashcan with more force than necessary and practically threw the plate into the sink.

My parents were not the type to spring stuff up like that. Never had they acted like this. I don't know why, but the fact my brother was coming back home so suddenly bothered me on end.

Maybe it was the fact that only a week and a half ago I'd been told that I was supposedly the reincarnation of the mystical Lady of the Lake. And that my now boyfriend was the reincarnation of the great King Arthur.

As if teenagers don't have enough to freak out about already.

But Geoff coming home felt like too much happening at once. I mean he had been so excited three months ago to leave for college and now he was coming home? Again, what the hell?

I felt Will grab my hand and I turned around.

"Are you ok, Elle?" He asked, his blue eyes like a flame.

"Yeah." I said uncertainly, not looking at his face, but rather at the floor.

"C'mon." He said pulling me outside.

The sky looked like it was on fire. All blue and orange. Like a flame, like Will's eyes.

"Doesn't it seem weird to you?" I asked looking straight at him.

He studied me for a moment and then answered.

"That Geoff is coming home?" He asked. I hated when people answered questions with a question.

"Yeah." I told him with a no-duh look.

"No."

What?!

"What do you mean "no"?" I asked surprised.

"Compared to all the weird things that have happened in last two weeks, Elle, nothing seems weird to me." He told me, exhaling.

I looked at him and finally noticed how worn and tired he looked. Like someone carved circles under his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I said truthfully.

He furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a strange smile.

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. How stupid it'd been to freak out so much about my own brother coming home, when there were such bigger problems to worry about.

Will pulled me into a comforting hug.

"For freaking out and being so, so… psychotic about this. It's just my brother." I said against his chest.

I felt him laugh before I heard him.

I pulled back to get a look of him.

"What?"

"I've seen my fair share of psychotic people and I assure you, that you are not one of them." He said with a smile, though I could feel sadness in it.

My thoughts went to Marco, to his father. They were crazy. Crazy to not see how good Will was. How everything he did was for good. It made me angry that someone could treat Will as poorly as they had.

I felt grateful that Will was so strong and brave. He'd dealt things in the most calm manner I'd ever thought possible. And the thought that after everything he'd gone through, he still wanted me; it made me want to cry I was so happy.

See, the thing was is that I knew what we'd gone through had changed me. Permanently. Little things didn't seem to matter anymore. My dad insisting on riding with me when I drive, no big deal. My parents are watching Jeopardy again, no big deal. I'd been so close to losing those things that I was thankful for them now.

I was surprised that I was just now realizing this. How lucky I was.

"Elle?!" Will said loudly. Pulling me from my thoughts.

"What?" I asked softly.

"Nothing. You just were quiet for a while." He looked at me in the eyes, trying to guess where my thoughts had been.

I quickly recovered from my little revelation.

"Well, we have some work to do, don't we?" I told him as I clapped my hands together and got up.

"What kind of work?" He asked, still looking at me in the same studious way.

"We only have…" I looked down at my watch. "Two hours to get that attic in livable condition." He laughed and followed me inside. I reached behind me and he took my hand.

Things might just be okay.

Hopefully.