A/N: Sorry it was another short one. This next one will be longer, promise. If, you are under the impression that you have the best Beta on FanFiction, you are sadly mistaken. I have the best Beta, Marky's Scarfy. Unless she's yours, too, you are incorrect. I went and saw Adam and Anthony, (if you read the last chapter) and IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!! Today (the 20th) is my birthday, so reviews make excellent presents.

"Your father."

"You're- you're my mother?"

"Yes."

"And that man, Mark, he's-"

"Your father.""I can't believe it."

I held my head in my hands.

"I mean, I don't even look like either of you."

"Good lord, Bella, look at you!"

I looked in the mirror on the wall.

"You have your father's hair-" I touched one of my strawberry-blonde curls- "and from the fact you're wearing contacts, his eyesight, too."

My face flushed. My eyesight was terrible."You blush easily like him, too."

Kelley stood and grabbed her photo album.

"You even have some Maureen in you. You have her jaw, but just a little softer, and her mouth. You sound like her, and you have her curls, too."

"Oh, god… this… this is…."

Kelley, or Mom, I guess I should call her, leaned forward and touched my hands.

"You should go home. Think things through."

"Yeah. Yeah, I need to go."

"I'll see you soon." It was more of a question than a statement.

"Of course. You're my mother."

She smiled. I ran home to our tall apartment building. I decided to take the

stairs. Smart move (thick sarcasm). 20 floors. After about 4 miles of running, as I ran through the door, I saw the raven haired woman bustling around the kitchen.

The woman I had loved as my mother for fourteen years, the businesswoman, the liar. I stomped past her to my room, scared, confused, pissed, hurt. I slammed my door shut and locked it. I threw myself on my bed. Mom knocked on the door.

"Bella? Bella, what's wrong?"

"YOU LIED TO ME!" I shrieked.

"Bella, what are you talking about?"

"You said to my face, after a direct question, that I wasn't adopted!"

"But you aren't-"

"LIAR! I met them, I know them! It's Kelley and Mark Cohen. They live near the cemetery in a row house. I look like Mark, and Kelley's sister Maureen, and for some weird reason Mark's best friend Roger!"

"Bella." Mom's voice was soft, broken. "Open the door."

"No."

"NOW." I opened the door a crack. "We need to talk, Bella." I opened it further.

"Sit."

I did.

I began."Why did you lie to me?"

She sighed. "I didn't know how you'd react."

"Better than this," I hissed.

"Bella, their past is… troubled. There's drugs and gays and AIDS and--"

"And I don't care. They're my family. How could you hide this from me my whole life?"

"Bella,--"

I stood.

"I'm going for a walk."

I stormed out of the house, taking the elevator down this time. I headed straight for the door in the lobby.

"Hey, Whidmore!"

NOT NOW, TIFFANY! I wanted to scream. "Hey, Tiffany," was all I could manage.

"Where're you goin'?"

"For a walk."

"I'm coming with you."

"Fine," I grumbled.

We walked in silence for a while as the sun began to set. I looked at the golden glow coming off of her light brown skin in the dusky light and even felt a little pang of envy. Thanks for the pale skin, Mark. I looked like a snowball. She looked like a bronze statue. We walked through a park and Tiffany sat down on a bench.

"Sit."

I did so. I really needed to stop listening so much to people when they told me to sit down.

"What's wrong?"

I gave her a look of questioning. She took my hands in hers. "You're not doing ok. Spill."

"Who are you and what have you done with Tiffany Coffin?"

She laughed. "I've changed. There's more to life than designer shoes and handbags."

"Nice to know you've figured that out."

She looked minorly insulted. "I've changed. I don't want to be my mom. I don't want to end up in a screwy no-love-money-only marriage."

"Ok."

"Now what is it?"

"Well…" How was I supposed to tell her my mother was a psychic and my father was a filmmaker, who just happened to be her dead father's enemy's sister and his ex-roommate? So I just explained it as best I could.

Tiffany looked at me blankly.

"Wow."

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"No. Can…can…?"

"Can I what?"

"Can you take me to my dad?"

"You've never been to his grave?"

"No. Mom never let me. Whenever I talked about him she would get so mad. She hated him so much, toward the end of their marriage. I think they loved each other once, a long time ago. I like to think so at least. I don't want to be a money child. Can you? Can you take me to Dad?"

"Of course I can, Tiffany. You never knew him. You deserve at least to know where he's buried."

"Thank you, Bella." She hugged me. This was slightly weird. A girl I had poured my heart and soul into loathing was suddenly my dear friend. This day could not get any weirder or more confusing. I led Tiffany away from the bench. It was nearly dark as we passed Mark and Kelley's house. I pointed it out to her.

"I kind of like it."

"I do, too," I said.

We entered the graveyard. I led her past John, Rose, Nathaniel, Emeline, Vanessa, and Albert. Then we passed April, Angel, Collins, Mimi, and Roger.

She saw Benny's grave.

She collapsed on it in a heap of tears.

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