The Fisher Household
Spare Bedroom
Tuesday, 9:00 a.m.

"Claire should we?" asked Cam seriously meeting his wife in the eye. She had nodded before facing the wall in front of them. It was a blank wall and they had paint cans at their feet. Both were unsure of how to decorate the "man cave" that Cam wanted. So they agreed that throwing paint at the wall was a good way to spend a Tuesday morning.

"We shall," said Claire giggling at his seriousness. Both had on old painter's clothes and Claire had her long blond hair tied up. Both nodded before attacking the wall with blue, green, black, gray, red, and dark purple paint. School didn't start until next week and normal painting was boring. Besides, who wanted a spare bedroom with plain white walls? Claire didn't want that, as both she and Cam had that artistic vision. So instead, this was their plans for the morning.

Finally after spending a long Monday with Massie and Alicia, she had time alone with her husband. She felt thrilled that they wouldn't be bothered by anyone. Alicia was being angsty with her parents. Massie was with James getting ready for her fashion show. Kristen was at work and Dylan… Well Dylan was busy moping as she could tell from the text.

Her phone buzzed at what Dylan had to say:

DlyPickle: Flse Alrm no babies yet.

ClaireBear: :( they'll be here soon

With that Claire felt better about not following the Harrington family out of the restaurant. Of course she wanted to follow them but she didn't want to leave poor Kristen alone with Massie and Alicia. Kristen had no idea at what had happened to either girl. After catching up with Kristen they were going out for dinner later. Right now she was focusing on being with her husband, she just kept thinking to herself.

Claire bit her lip, as she was the first one to throw the blue paint. Cam quickly followed in suit with the red paint. Cam was right, as this was fun to do. It really helped her let off all of her steam. Any thoughts she had about her old friends had melted away for the good times she had with Cam.

"So what is going on with your audition?" asked Cam casually. He had no clue what they were going to do concerning this issue. He was afraid that Claire was eventually going to find another guy.

Yes, it was like they were back in middle school, when she got the Dial L for Loser part. Granted, he figured Claire would come back. They were starting to become close not to notice it. Claire didn't say anything right away about it.

Instead she pulled at her favorite overalls, and smiled at him. Cam knew from that look that Claire was perfectly fine on her own and whatever she was going to do next.

"Well I got the part, are you jealous?" she asked mischievously. Her pale blue eyes shined meaning that she knew all along. "Because if you are, its okay to tell me. I married you because I love you."

That was all Cam needed to hear, as he trusted his wife. He had pulled her into a deep hug and a kiss. She had given up a chance to be a Hollywood starlet for him. Claire knew that celebrities were fickle and she didn't want that. Yes, Claire loved being in movies and television shows but she never wanted a starring role.

"Not anymore," he whispered in her ear. She giggled and dapped some dark purple paint on his nose. "We should finish this room."

Both looked around to only see the one wall painted.

"As an artist I think that we should only have one wall done that way," said Claire. "Then leave the others white."

"No, how about we have specks of color on parts of the wall that lead up to the overly done wall?" he suggested. Claire thought for a moment before smiling. She had turned and flicked other colors into white space.

"It's perfect."

Afterward the room went from plain white drab to fab, Claire thought. Now all they needed was Cam's man "cave" furniture. They just had an extra TV ordered to pick up at any time. Maybe she could use the room when Layne would come over.

Claire felt pretty happy, that despite not talking to any of the PC, she talked with Layne still. Some of her college friends could come over.

The Rivera House
Upstairs Hallway
Tuesday, 11:00 pm.

Alicia Rivera stood in the doorway of her room. Looking into the room she noticed how comical it looked. After years of perfecting the room, she didn't want to have anything to do with it now. Her room filled with pink, looked like a little kids room.

She sighed not wanting to go in. The rest of the empty house wasn't fit for her either. She had told her father that she could make it on own. Journalism major and communications minor was the way to go. Her parents had supported her all the way through, despite not being a law student.

Somewhere Alicia had lost herself along the way. After the death of two students, one being Alicia's best friend, she couldn't see her future. Everything seemed so murky after that.

Of course she had been sent to counseling. Alicia found herself writing poetry and going to poetry slams instead of doing homework. She only had two months before she blew it all away. Alicia had dropped out of college.

Alicia had found herself between a rock and a hard place. She knew she couldn't get a job in a magazine without a degree and she couldn't got back home to her parents. The only thing left was taking up a job, in the coffee shop.

"Alicia!" said her Cousin Nina stepping out of the guest room. She gapped at what the girl was wearing. For a moment she could swear that Nina had become some kind of hooker in her absents.

"Nina," said Alicia not wanting to have anything to do with her. Right now Alicia just wanted to push her, right out of the window in the hallway. Instead of starting something, like she normally would Alicia stepped away from the plate.

Instead she found herself thinking of what Massie would do. She hadn't spoken to the great Massie Block since she had left for England. Massie Elizabeth Block would just make a scene out of nothing. Alicia, she knew, it was her turn to just do the right thing. The right thing.

Forgetting her current thoughts, Alicia did the one thing that she always wanted to do to Nina. She had physically slapped the girl.

Alright after being gone for two weeks to the heart of Dixie, I had finally struck some inspiration. And as I promised there is Clam and some Alicia angst. Okay so I didn't promise that but you got it! The next couple chapters will focus on anyone but Dylan unless you want her. Don't forget to submit names for the babies!