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But saying o'er what I have said before:
My child is yet a stranger in the world;
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. – Capulet, Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene II

Bella giggled as Gordon climbed on top of her and kissed her. He slid his hands up her arms and held her wrists down. He kissed all along her jawline and up to her ear.

"God, I want you," he whispered and unbuttoned her uniform blouse.

"Gordon," she whimpered as his hand pressed against her skin. She shuddered. She wanted him too. She wasn't sure if she wanted her and Gordon's first time together to be a rushed two minute thing in his dorm room with the fear that Kevin would burst in at any moment. "Mm, wait." She sat up.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She looked at him. "Leigh, what is it?"

"Do you love me?" She asked.

"That's a big word," he said.

"It's four letters," she said. "Which I realize is one more letter than what you wanted to do." He smiled.

"Wit," he said. "You've got it in buckets." She laughed. "I care about you more than anyone, Bella."

"But do you love me?" She asked. "I care about a lot of people. But I only,"

"Don't say it," he said. "I don't know," he said. "I mean, I'm not like you, I didn't fall in love for the first time when I was seven." She nodded. "Besides, isn't this supposed to just be a big deal to me?"

"What does that mean?" She asked. He swallowed. "Are you suggesting that sleeping with you shouldn't be a big deal to me because I've already had sex and you haven't?" He nodded. "God," she said and stood up buttoning her shirt.

"Bella," he took her hands, "I didn't mean it like that, but you never talk about it."

"You want to talk about it?" She said. He nodded. "OK, um, what exactly do you want to hear about Gordon? Do you want to know what he would say to me? Or the way I touched him?"

"No, not that," he sighed, "I mean, we were so young." She sat down next to him.

"I basically spent the whole summer before high school crying in my bedroom," Bella said. He cocked his head. "Eva ran away, to New York, and then Italy and then Amsterdam and then Spain," she sighed. "I missed her, and my parents were fighting and TJ and I were just trying to hold it together." He nodded. "The only time I was ever happy was when I was with Eddie."

"So you had sex at fourteen?" He said.

"No," she said, "I mean, yeah. The first time my mom had said that my dad drove Eva away with all of his rules and expectations. They screamed for like an hour, and I was in my room and Eddie came over and I just cried for at least two hours and then we started kissing," she sighed. "It just happened, and I liked it. It was like a drug, it made me feel good for however long, made me forget that my family was falling apart and nothing was right." He kissed her. "It's different with you."

"How?" He asked.

"Everything's right with you," she said. "With the exception of my father occasionally acting like a jackass and Erica being a bitch," he laughed. "When we sleep together I want it to be real. I want us to make love. I'm not hiding from anything with you."

"Mm," he kissed her. "That's fair." She smiled and looked at the clock and jumped up. "Where are you off to now?"

"Dinner with Trina," she said, "and then Skyping with Dean." She kissed him. "I'll come by later."

"Say hi to him for me, OK?" He said. She nodded and walked out.

Hunter walked into the newspaper office where Trina was doing formatting.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I want to write," he said. She looked at him and laughed. "Trina."

"What?" She said. "I've never seen you take an interest in journalism, or anything, except Anne."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I don't know, I talked to my Uncle Grant, he's a reporter."

"Your Uncle Grant is a hack," she said. He looked at her. "He is! I've read his stuff, there's a reason he never graduated from The Post."

"Says the daughter of the man who wrote Daytona Fire?" He said. "If you want to talk hacky."

"Daytona Fire is not hacky!" She said. "It's my favorite one. It's dedicated to me."

"It's about racecar drivers," he said, "and it's terrible."

"It's about family," she said. "So why do you want to be on the paper?"

"I need a distraction," he said. She looked at him.

"From Anne?" She asked. He nodded. "What about Elisa?" He looked at her.

"What about her?" He said protectively.

"She's crazy about you," Trina said. "That's why she got so mad at you earlier."

"She's been Eddie's distraction already," he shook his head. "I can't do that to her too." Trina looked at her. "Distract me, Trina. I can write about the hockey team just as well Dean did."

"I promised Dean that I'd turn this into a real paper," she said. "Are you ready for that?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm absolutely ready for that." Trina smiled. "Alright Jimmy Olsen, what's the story?"

"You know that makes you Lois Lane, right?" She said. He laughed. "I can't work tonight. I'm having dinner with Bella."

"Why does Bella like you better than the others?" He asked. She looked at him. "She's always nice to you, I mean."

"Well," Trina said. "I guess maybe because my dad and Uncle Rick are best friends. We're both our father's daughters."

"Daddy's girls?" He teased.

"No," she said. "I mean, we're like them. Bella's hard headed and smart, and inflexible. I don't like it when people give me crap, I can go with the flow more easily. My mom's the rigid one."

"So is that a Riley thing?" He said.

"No," she laughed. "It's a Uncle Rick and my mom thing. You've met Uncle Jimmy, he's not like that at all." He nodded. "Elisa's like him, at least that's what my mom says, sensitive."

"She looks like your Aunt Julie though," he said. "All that blonde hair." Trina nodded.

"Do you have any feelings for her?" Trina asked.

"Sure," he shrugged, "she's awesome. She's funny and smart, and I mean, your family is fantastically attractive Trina." She laughed. "She's just," he looked at her. "Well, she's so nice."

"Oh," Trina said softly. How did you respond when the guy who your cousin and best friend was totally cuckoo over said that she was too nice? "Well, anyway I should go. See you later." She walked out.

"What on earth are you doing?" Cassie sighed walking into Eva's room, where her oldest was frantically shoving clothes into a suitcase. "Evie."

"I'm moving into the house," Eva said simply. Cassie looked at her daughter and sighed. "The house that David sold his piano to buy for us so that we could get married, and stay in Minneapolis."

"Eva," Cassie said. "I thought we discussed this."

"I'm twenty one years old," she said. "You don't get to make this decision for me."

"You're making it because you're angry," Cassie said. "God only knows what about this time."

"I'm getting married in seven months, Mom!" Eva said. "I'll move out then, why delay it?" Cassie looked at her. "Why can't I live with David? TJ and Stephie live together and no one says boo."

"TJ and Stephie are in school," Eva said. "It's a weird quirk of your grandpa's." Eva sighed. Her grandfather had always doted on her and taken her side, to upset him now, so close to her wedding was way too hard on her.

"That's emotional black mail," Eva crossed her arms. Cassie laughed. "He's being ridiculous."

"About what this time?" Cassie said. "The flowers? The cake."

"Bella," Eva said. Cassie nodded. "Like what, because she's got a new boyfriend now she won't go to college or law school? She's wanted to be a lawyer since she was eight years old. She's like Daddy, she's born for it."

"So you're moving out to show solidarity to Bella?" Cassie said. Eva nodded. "That's absurd. Unpack." Eva rolled her eyes.

"Hello?" David said walking in. "Are you going somewhere?" He looked at Cassie. "Is she going somewhere?"

"She's throwing a tantrum," Cassie said. "I leave you to it." She walked out. David looked at Eva who hugged him and pressed her head against his chest.

"You OK?" He said. "Or are you freaking?"

"Maybe a little," she mumbled. "It's just so quiet now that Bella went back to school." He nodded. "I just want to get married."

"Yeah, me too," he said. "Only a few more months, hm?" He kissed her.

"Did you decide who was going to be your best man yet?" She asked. "Mikey or Dean?"

"I thought I'd forgo all the drama and ask Big Dean," he shrugged. She looked at him and smiled. "Bad idea?"

"Great idea," she said. "He should be involved somehow. And which of your dads is going to be your dad?"

"Kevin," he said. "We still don't know if Patrick will show up."

"He's your father," she said. "He'll be there, he promised."

"My father is not your father," he said. "He doesn't always keep his promises," she kissed him. "Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, lets go," he said. "No more meltdowns OK?"

"OK," she nodded.

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