Hey guys, so sorry for the delay with the update. Feel free to shoot me.

Also, I know we don't have as many Leonardians as we do Wolfblood fans or Mi High fans, but please do review because it means so much. Anyway, onwards with the third chapter. Xxxxxxxxxxx

Lisa's P.O.V.

We walked through the dark, dreary, tunnel-like catacombs. It felt like we could have been walking for hours but we were only walking for minutes. You couldn't tell though, I had no idea where I was, each wall, each stone looked the same. There was no way of recognizing your way. Leonardo led the way and I shortly followed, giving any instructions I could. It was useless though, I had absolutely no idea. Everything that you could see looked exactly the same so I couldn't identify whether we had the right route or not.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." I said. I was telling the truth.

"Bit late for that," Machiavelli said. None of them were overly happy with me. "Well, which way?"

"I don't know. It all looks the same."

"Or you don't wanna tell us," Machiavelli spoke, again. It was clear that he thought me to be a lying, conniving, secretive, cunning liar; and so did the others, especially Leonardo. Which, I guess, I had been.

"I don't know." I spoke sternly, how else were they going to believe me? I was telling the truth!

"You've shown yourself to be a liar and a thief. Why should we believe you?" Leonardo's words hit me like a sack full of bricks. I knew it was my fault and I had no one else to blame but myself. It still hurt me though. I like Leonardo. I really like him; he's a really nice person. But I helped those sinister men to take his notebook and he'll never forgive me for that.

"Leonardo, it's not my fault." My words flew from my lips. Well, it was my fault, very much so. "I don't want any of this. I just want to be an artist."

"Oh, so you thought you'd just lie and cheat your way in."

"It's not that simple." I looked away. I couldn't face him. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt my heart ache.

"No, it is, because it's all about talent and integrity."

"Yeah right if you're a boy." Those words slipped threw my massive mouth. 'Don't blow your cover, Lisa'. Yeah, and that had flown out the window just as easily as the words had flown from my mouth!

"What?" Leo's face was picturesque with shock. I heard Machiavelli behind me,

"Of course! How didn't I see it before?" I turned away. The posh one was very confused and clueless. "The portrait he did, it wasn't of his sister."

"It was a self portrait." Leo finished the explanation, his voice close to annoyance with how obvious it should have been for him to see.

"I don't know what you're talking about. A self portrait? How ridiculous! Completely ridicolo! " My back was still turned to them; I couldn't let them see my eyes. "Of course it was my sister!" I almost shouted at them. As I ducked my head under a shorter part in the ceiling to carry on searching for this secret chamber, Machiavelli pulled off the hat that I had used to hide my long hair (I didn't have a wig because they were really expensive and I couldn't find any cheap ones.) I reached up to my head as I turned to see Machiavelli with my hat. My brunette curls cascaded into my hands as a tear rolled from my widened eye, down my chin.

The three boys quickly followed me into the next part of the chamber to see if their prediction had been correct. It was. They stood, looking at me, gawping because how on earth could it be possible for a girl to dress up as a boy? Outrageous! No, what's outrageous is that you can't find any art colleges in Florence that are looking for girls. Apparently our artistic perception is flawed and we are too precise in what we do, too much of perfectionists. Apparently we're too left brained and think too much about it! Only a very select few are accepted.

I didn't say a word as the boys stared at me. About 20 seconds passed until Leonardo finally broke the silence, "We should probably get going." I nodded and we walked off. Mainly in silence. And an awkward one.

We began to near the entrance (and exit) to the catacombs, which is a door that comes out of the side of the main bank which is on an alleyway. I had to say something. "Look, Leonardo, I am really, really, truly sorry." I said as we exited and the others were a bit in front of us.

"Hey, it's not your fault...well, maybe a bit." He said jokingly and grinned at me. "But I get why you had to do it and I really don't blame you for that, okay?" I smiled half-heartedly at him; he could see the guilt in my eyes. He gently pulled a loose strand of hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. "It really isn't fair that boys have a better chance of being artists than girls. You have a lot of talent."

"You really think so?" I asked, trying to be calm. It was hard, considering the events of the day and then this really cute guy tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear, and then tells me I have talent. (Deep breaths don't fall over. Or faint. That would be truly tragic.)

"I do." He said. We caught up with the others who were waiting for us. I sighed. The day had been extremely eventful, but now this freedom I'd had was up. I was going to be reported to Verrochio and kicked out the college and have to go back home. Where my mother would be with her wedding plans. Why am I cursed with a mother that insists on me marrying as soon as I'm 18? Which is 2 years away! The guy I'm supposed to be marrying is 3 years older than me; we met twice at social gatherings. He's my mum's friend's son. I BARELY KNOW HIM! What's his name? Oh, Masimo something. Apparently he really fancies me and mum can't wait for us to be married because I have no choice in it whatsoever.

We paused in an alley way while the boys were discussing where we were heading now as it was already 4:30. I looked at the ground and then raised my head to rest the back of it on the wall as I stared into the Heavens. The free Heavens. "What's up?" Machiavelli asked. I shook my head, looking at him.

"It's just that..." I paused, searching for the right words. "You're going to report me to Verrochio, I'm going to be kicked out and have to go back home where my mum will be waiting for me and force me to marry this guy I barely know, and-"

"Why is she forcing you to get married?" Leonardo asked. I let out a single laugh, more sarcastic than happy.

"I don't know. She wants me not to focus on art, I guess. She doesn't think it's a good career path, and it's a waste of time. Like when I did it at school, she said it was a "waste of a subject."" Leonardo looked at me, his eyes filled with sympathy, knowing how hard it would be to not be able to carry on with a dream that revolved completely around art. He pulled the other two away and they stood discussing something for about a minute. They were whispering and occasionally looking back over to me. At one point Leonardo and Machiavelli looked annoyed at the posh one, maybe he'd said something nasty.

Within about a minute Leonardo came up to me. "What's your name? Your real name?"

"Lisa."

"Lisa." He looked into my eyes, a smiled formed on his lips as he announced something to me. Something that made me want to kiss him. "We'll keep your secret, Lisa. You're one of the boys now." I didn't know what to say. I hugged him tightly, repeating 'grazi' many times. We cut through a couple of alleyways carrying on with normal conversation as I put my hat back on to hide my hair.

As we got back to the college it was about 5 in the evening so we had to part ways. Leo and I walked through the front door and Machiavelli and the posh one walked down the street. "We have tea at 6 so, in short, we have nothing to do for an hour, Tom." Leo said, putting extra emphasis on the last word, which made me smile. "Have you unpacked everything?"

"I didn't really have anything to unpack." I replied. As we got to the room I asked Leo something that had really needed to be cleared up all day. "What's the posh one's name?"

"What?" An amused smile danced on Leo's face.

"The skinny one with the black hair that we've been hanging around with. I know Machiavelli's name, but the other one. What's his name?" Leo burst out laughing.

"Lorenzo. The entire day and you didn't think to ask?" He said, laughing and pushed me onto my bed, playfully.

So that's chapter 3 guys. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review, it means so much and please give some tips or preferences or things. I'd be glad to hear them and I will return the kindness with virtual cookies. Until next year, fellow Leonardians, when I am likely to update again. :/ Xxxxxxxxx