Author's Note: I'm sorry I ended the last chapter the way I did, I just have to have some excitement in it. I doubt you liked it – I just wanted to put something crazy in there to fill the void. I'm hoping this next idea is way better than what's going on now. By the way, remember – reviews are the key to a new chappy! :D

Fran's face stunned at the sight of her love in front of her. She didn't know what to do, what to say, or how he was going to react over the whole situation. Fran tried to believe it wasn't his business, but it was, too. Danny had been a part of her back in New York and now Maxwell is a part of her in England. Two different people – same part. She closed her eyes, she was bracing herself for the yelling, since that's all she had been accustomed to. But when she felt Maxwell's arms go around her and hold her, she felt in a way – safe security. Fran still didn't know if he was mad since no words were being spoken, but as long as he was holding her, she'd be okay.

"Maxwell! I'm so sorry. It's just, I'm trying to leave everything in my old life behind. I should have told you about this – since I'm such a yenta anyway." She shook her head and convulsed into sobs. "I'm not crying over this old life, I'm crying over the new. I'm so happy here, I've never had this before. When I saw you're face staring at me – I thought for sure you were going to yell, because that's all I've ever known. This new life is perfect and I feel so safe in you're arms. So. Please, don't be mad at me. I was only trying to rid myself of my life in New York so I could love you in peace."

He just held her as she racked into sobs. Maxwell didn't know what to say – just that he wanted her all for himself, no one else. "First of all, what's a yenta?" He's trying to make light of the situation and was happy when she laughed about it. "And- you love me?" Maxwell tried to keep his heart beat steady, afraid that Fran could feel it beating through his chest. She loves me! Those words meant more to him than anything he had ever heard, but he began to wonder if he was a rebound or something. He barely knew the woman he was holding in his arms, but he was certain that he loved her and he was also certain that she wouldn't hurt him. He tiled her head up from his chest, kissing her gently. "I love you."

Fran's arms went around him instantly – she had been forgiven. Out of everyone she had met throughout her life, she had been forgiven. Though, she didn't want to say anything, since she had already cried to much on Maxwell's shoulder. She felt if she continued to cry over something as weak as her parents not wanting her – she would seem selfish – since his parents hadn't wanted him either. "A yenta is someone who tells everything and can hardly keep a secret. It's like a back stabber sorta thing, but without hurting everyone, because we know when to stop." Fran laughed, halfheartedly. It wasn't like laughing would make anything better, but she wanted to prove to Max, that he meant everything to her.

"I'm sure I can trust you," his eyes met her's. "Though I'm not very sure C.C. can. Niles, maybe. But the way you describe a... Yenta. He's pretty much just like you," they both chuckled. "He's really going to like you." Maxwell laid back onto her bed, holding her. "You see. I would imagine you falling for a guy like him. He's different than I am. Niles is a helper. He loves to cook and clean. He really knows how to treat a woman, too. I've learned a lot from him. I hadn't had a girlfriend until you came along. Niles and C.C. always tried to help, but I never thought any of them was for me. I am lucky that you bounded into Eton. I probably would have been alone forever."

"First of all, you don't know me that well to know my type. You know exactly how to treat a woman. You haven't messed up with me," her eyes went wide. "Well. Yet." Fran ran her finger down the side of his face and laughed. "Niles would be a best friend for me, not a boyfriend. Not even a friend with benefits kinda thing. You, on the other hand, are the man of my dreams, Maxwell Sheffield." Her kiss went politely to his lips. "You would have found somebody with ease. Your looks, your charm. You're the perfect man, Max. I'm the lucky one. You're with someone so beneath you, honey."

"Fran, you're not beneath me." The both cracked up for a matter of minutes, "you're perfect for me in every way. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like later in my life. You are truly the only one for me."

Her heart pumped, her breathing became heavy, sweat poured from her body. It had been awhile since Fran had actually been out of shape and in this position. She bounded hard on her flips, her straightening arms and legs, it was much to keep up with after losing the only family she had ever known. She ran to her spot, letting C.C. and April toss her into a full. She landed perfectly – feet pointed directly into the air – she bounced out of their arms. Fran cheered her last cheer as the buzzer to the game went off into a loud noise. Fifty to twenty-five. Eton won!

Her Aunt Freida cheered loudly from the stands. Fran's parents had never been to one of her games, taken and picked her up from practices, let alone watch her cheer and be there to cheer her on. But her focus wasn't on her aunt, it was on the increasing figure approaching her. Maxwell. She smiled. Freida was taking them back to her mansion for the weekend. Fran laid a kiss upon Maxwell's lips. She knew her aunt is definitely happy for her and that made her happy. Fran at least wanted to prove to someone in her family that she was actually worth something.

"Didn't you want to go celebrate with your friends? You won't see them again until Monday." Fran's fingers became laced with Max's as he pulled her closer. "I just thought maybe you wanted to spend some time with them before you came back with me. I do not want you getting tired of me."

"Frannie. I don't want to go with them," he smiled. "You're the only person I want to be spending time with. I have everyday to see them. It isn't everyday I get to hold my girlfriend, get to go home with her. That kind of thing." Max kissed her. "I don't want to leave you for them. You're too special to leave behind."

"Well. Aren't you just a sweet talker?" Fran hugged up to him and smiled, "I can't wait to get back to Aunt Freida's mansion. You're going to love it. I'm going to make sure you have a great time."

Author's Note: I'm so sorry it has taken me so long. I've tried to make this chapter perfect for you all, but it didn't work out that way. The next one is going to be great, but you're not going to love me after that(: But I'll still love all my reviewers(: Thankies.