(Author's Note: sorry for not updating.

if I'm ever slow in my updates please don't spem the reviews about it, it's really stressful and doesn't help in the slightest.

also, Gold has a kid because he adopted one.)

{ Sylvia }

The steady rhythm of the RV driving down the road was enough to put Sylvia to sleep. Her eyelids began to droop as her eyes constantly swept her "cousins."

Elliot had a lazy eye, but it didn't seem to bother her. She was a little on the chubby side, and wasn't very tall either. Compared to Edd, she looked like a midget. And yet, her brother didn't seem to intimidate the brunette at all. She seemed very energetic and happy. Her hair fell in soft curls that fell just below her shoulders and she wore an odd tank top; a tuxedo printed on the white background.

Her sister, Belle, was completely different. Her hair was long, black, straight, and the same except for a white highlight by her face. She was tall, not as tall as Edd, but tall nonetheless. She seemed disinterested in anything except her phone, which was connected to ear buds that she was listening to music with.

Watching the two made her realize how dissimilar they were to her and Edd. But, without diversity, the world would be boring, wouldn't it?

Sylvia didn't even notice that she had dozed off. When she woke, the landscape had completely changed. The stretches of land next to the highway contained only grass and trees. It was a pleasant change from the busy city she lived in. Alas, she knew that they would end up in Manhattan, which is much more crowded than her hometown.

"Silv?"

"Hm?" she responded, lifting her head toward her brother. He had a small smile on his face as he watched her dozing off. His phone was also playing music, but he only had one ear bud in. His phone sat on the table that separated them.

"Tired?" he asked, his smile widening ever so slightly.

She simply nodded, giving him a small smile in return.

"You'll need that energy!" Elliot's voice came from the other side of the RV. She was sitting in a chair that was sort of placed randomly, for it didn't seem to have any purpose besides "living room". "I bet we'll do a lot of walking in New York. Do you like shopping?" she asked, her good eye trained on Sylvia.

Sylvia swallowed. Talking to new people made her nervous. She managed a small nod.

"Cool! Me too! I like to shop for clothes and sweets. What about you?"

"Books," Sylvia said in a small voice.

Elliot leaned in, cupping one hand to her ear to head better. "Come again?"

"She said books," Belle chimed in. The black-haired teen was laying on her stomach on the bed that sat in the back on the RV. She had taken her ear buds out to listen to the conversation.

"Ohh, books!" Elliot confirmed, pretending to whack herself in the head. "Dur. Sorry." she let out a warm laugh.

"Sylvia loves to read," Edd said when Elliot's laughter had died down. "I prefer drawing."

Elliot nodded. "That's really neat," she told him, her ever-present smile etched on her face. "I can't draw very good."

Edd gave her a small smile. "I'm sure your drawings are great," he told her.

Elliot waved him off. "Naw," she told him with a snicker.

Sylvia shifted in her seat, leaning against the wall of the RV so she could see all the other three passengers. Their parents were up front so she would have to lean out of her seat to see them.

Edd turned to Belle. "When we first met you asked about my drawings. Do you draw?"

Belle nodded in response. "Sometimes," she told him, smiling slightly. "I do landscapes, mainly."

"I wish I could draw as good as you," Elliot told her sister admiringly.

Sylvia couldn't help but break out in a small smile herself. Elliot's lighthearted demeanor and pleasant smile were enough to light up a city block.

How would Gold's child fit into the equation? Everything was going great; everyone got along for the most part. Would Gold's child - Skylar, if she recalled correctly - change anything?

As long as she wasn't rude and snobby, Sylvia decided they would all get along fine and she was simply overthinking things.

A huge bump rattled the RV and made all the passengers lurch up a centimeter or two. Belle and Edd didn't seem to mind, Elliot giggled, but Sylvia made a small squeaking noise and shrunk in on herself.

Once everything settled, the RV slowed and stopped. "Sorry, guys!" Freddy's voice came from the front of the RV. "I accidentally ran over the curb..."

Elliot started laughing, clutching her stomach. "That's dad for ya!" She said, almost to herself.

When everyone got out, two taxis were waiting. The RV would stay parked in the parking they had bought; sitting patiently for them to return at the end of the few days.

The taxi ride was short and eventful. Sylvia sat in a taxi with Elliot, Belle, and Bonnie. She said nothing throughout the entire ride, for she was still slightly skeptical of talking to her cousins, and felt small and vulnerable without her brother at her side.

Outside her window, advertisements flashed, people shuffled this way and that, cars pushed forward, and buildings towered up high into the blue sky. It was simply breathtaking.

"We're here." Bonnie nudged Sylvia's arm with her elbow, making the small girl jump slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized.

Sylvia shook her head, waving her off, and exited to car to see a large black building; balconies jutting about a foot off every now and then. She wondered to herself which one was Gold's.

She took up her luggage and followed the others, who were already walking into the buiding, carrying their own bags.

The lobby was warm, inviting, and had soft music playing over speakers Sylvia couldn't see. Freddy and Chica checked in, and the large group squeezed into two different elevators. "Top floor!" Chica reminded everyone.

Somehow Sylvia wasn't surprised Gold got a room on the top floor.

After lugging around the bags and finally finding the room, which was number 1993, the door swung open, revealing Gold. His blonde hair was messed up, his grey eyes shone with excitement with a wide smile to match. Despite being in his forties, Gold looked alarmingly young, and at first glance looked like a much younger person. His shirt was wrinkled and he wore fuzzy pajama pants. It almost looked as if he had just gotten out of bed.

"Hey!" he cheered, throwing his arms around Freddy, who dropped his bags in surprise, then hugged him back. "Come in you guys, what're you all standing in the hallway for?"

Everyone shuffled inside and set their bags down, looking around Gold's place.

The blonde flipped his hair out of his face and started off in the direction of a hallway. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get Skylar," he told everyone, his eyes landing on Edd for a split second longer than anyone else.

Sylvia couldn't help but get nervous. What would Skylar be like?