So, Chapter 2. We where left off and Iliana had met Daniel at the park, and told him that she had seen her parents. In this chapter we're going to find out how she reacts to that information and also get to know a little more about her and Daniel's relationship. And, as always, Disclaimer! I do not own anything R.R. does, just my own characters and plot.

I was staying the night with Daniel. I hadn't gone home, I couldn't. Daniel tossed me an oversized Yankees t-shirt and a pair of flannel drawstring sleep pants. Reyna, Daniel's mom, walked into his room and sat at the foot of the bed next to me. She layed a hand on my shoulder.

"I just got off the phone with your grandmother. She said that it was fine if you wanted to stay here tonight. Are you going to be ok? You're as pale as a ghost."

"Yeah, I'll be fine.", my voice was horse and my eyes stung from fighting back tears. I knew I wouldn't be, but It's not like she would have been able to do anything. She walked out of the room and motioned for Daniel to follow. She shut the door and I could hear them talking in the hallway, though I couldn't understand what they were saying. Taking advantage of the empty room I changed into the clothes I'd borrowed.

Every inch of my body ached like I had the flu. I was exhausted, and, yet, my mind was going a million miles a minute. How could my parents, who had been missing so long that everyone had assumed they were dead, just show up one day? Had I lost my mind? As much as I had thought I would want to see them, I didn't.

When I was younger I wanted nothing more than to be able to see them, but now? The only reasons I would want to see them, would be to confront them then tell them off. Forgive me for being rude, but they abandoned Calli and I both! They abandoned us when we needed them most, and then they had the audacity to just show up! How could anyone do that? I wish they hadn't left in the first place, but they did, and I would rather never see them again than have them show up. No warning, just pop in after four years and everything's ok? No thank you!

I had always believed they hadn't killed my brother, but the older I got, the more I questioned that. I don't know, I guess the trust I had had for them just diminished. When I was little, after they had disappeared, I would stare at Nana's door, constantly praying that they would come back. I did that for years, until I was ten. Always holding out hope that they would take Calli and I back, that they would want us. That hope was gone, replaced now by the bitter feeling of betrayal. They'd waited a little too long.

The door creaked open and Daniel walked in. Daniel. He had always been there for me, even when I had treated him like crap. When I had given up on myself, hit rock bottom, he had been there to pick me up. I could never repay him enough for what he did, what he still does. He sat down beside me. I curled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk?", he asked, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"What am I supposed to do? I thought they were dead, and now they're here."

"I don't know...Just take it step by step, I suppose."

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I tossed and turned, and as exahausted as I was, could not sleep. Daniel was letting me stay in his room (which had a double bed). He'd voluteered to stay on the couch. I crawed out of bed and quietly walked to the living room.

He was facing the cushins of the couch, with his back to me, so I couldn't tell if he was awake or not. Silently, I walked over to him, running my fingers over the arm of the couch as I bent to see his face. His eyes shot open as he turned to face, making me jump.

"Hey", he smiled up at me.

"Sorry..Did I wake you?"

"No", he said sitting up.

"Coul-", I caught myself. What I was going to ask was a bit embarasing and just shouldn't be asked.

"Yeah?", he looked at me, an eyebrow raised. I turned away from him, atempting to hide the fact that I was barely managing to hold the tears back.

" Lee?", he stood trying to look at my face, as I tried to hide it. Sighing, he gave up. I ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. It always made me feel better. After I had calmed down...well when it was no longer blatently obvious how upset I was, I went walked back to the living room.

He looked at me, guaging how I was, what my mental state was like, before coming near me or speaking. It was almost comical how well we could read each other. I knew every thing about him and he about me. He stepped toward me, taking my hand in his, and then pulling me into a hug.

"Are you ok?", he asked. I nodded. It made me feel weak (and for good reason), but I really didn't want to be alone. And, as much as I hate to admit it, Daniel was really my only friend, unless you count my dog Ballard (named for the awesome Robert D. Ballard). I had sort-of friends before, quite a bit actually, but none I trusted even a fraction as much as I did Daniel. It may seem stupid, but I am actually pretty shy around people I don't know or am not very close to. That said, I have a temper, and whether I know you or not, I can and will go off on you if you tick me off.

"Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay with you...I mean..Ugh! I just...Idon'twanttobebymyself.", I spit the last part out as quickly as possible, embarassed I was even asking. I shouldn't need to be with anyone. I could handle myself, and yet here I was. Gods I was acting weak.

Daniel looked at me with a strait face for a long while, not saying a word. Then he started laughing. A smirk crept onto his face. Damn him. He was going to start making fun.

"So, miss Iliana Jackson is scared to be alone?", he laughed. And there it was.

"Knock it off."

"Oh no, I am just getting started. You know, I don't think I've ever heard such a thing. You are too scared to be alone.", he continued to laugh. Even grabbing the top of the couch to keep his balance.

"I said. Knock. It. Off.", I clipped off each word. He ignored me.

"You are so pitiful!", I balled my fists as he spoke, "Even little Emeilia would think you were weak!" He continued laughing. That was it!

I tackled him to the ground, puching his arms and chest. After, a minute or so of me beating him, he began to cough. This was enough to clear my thoughts. As annoying as he was, I didn't want to hurt him. At least, I didn't want to seriously hurt him. I got off of him and tried to help him up, as he caught his breath.

"Um...sorry?"

"No, you're not.", he replied after a minute.

"Yeah, you got me there. Are you alright?", I said

" Yeah I'll be fine. I'll have a lot of bruises, but I'll be fine.", he turned to me smirking,"Is someone worried about me?" He was insufferable.

"You're an ass", I told him turning away. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Yeah, I guess I can be something like that when I want, but you feel better. I can tell you're not upset anymore." He was right, I wasn't.

"I guess you're right", I said turning back to face him, " I do feel better...thanks."

"Don't mention it, besides, it was fun being able to piss you off."

"Shut up."

"Oh, come on, you know you love me.", he said a bit over dramaticly.

"No I don't. Now Shut up."

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We ended up staying up the rest of the night. We talked, played a few video games (which I won, no matter what he says), and basiclly did absolutly nothing productive.

End of Chapter 2. Ok, so if you're bored, I'm sorry please stick around to follow the story 'cause it does get better. If you would, please review what you think needs improvement, seriously it would really help to have some kind of feedback. I am open to suggestions. Thanks for reading :)