She's beautiful.

A female mini me of Bain.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The blond hair, green eyes, full lips and curved nose.

The only difference was the black rimmed squared glasses she wore and when she looked up at me from her reading place on the black leather bean bag chair she pushed them back from the perch of her nose. She looked older than her young age-14- but still had that glow of innocence around her.

"Hi," She says putting her book mark from next to her and put it inside her book.

I smile.

"Isabelle," Bain says and nods his head towards my direction, "This is my uh, friend. Ashley."

"But, you can call me Ash." I say and her cheeks turn a hint of pink in embarrassment holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Um," Bain says then clears his throat awkwardly, "Belly you stay here, uh Ash let's talk in the kitchen." He walks toward the kitchen and I smile back at Isabella, but she's already sat back in her leather bean bag chair nose deep in her novel.

Bain closes the door of the kitchen and I take a moment to look around. The house is much bigger than I would have thought from the outside. Beautiful white wooded cabinets and drawers accented with black Counter tops and dark wood chairs. This kitchen definitely has a woman's touch. Bain's mom must love to decorate.

Bain licks his lips and leans against the counter and looks at me. "My sister is having some," Bain turns a bit pale and clears his throat looking away, "girl problems that I don't really understand. That's why your here. To help her because I can't." He sighs with relief finally getting all the words out of his mouth.

I have no clue about the words that just came out of his mouth. Girl problems? Like period and stuff? Not that I wouldn't like to help, but shouldn't Bain's mom be handling this? I mean inst this kind of what mothers are for?

"Um well I'm happy to help but," I open my mouth to say the words I'm thinking Bain just flatly comes out with it, "She's dead."

I raise my eyebrow confused. "W-what?"

"My mother?" he crosses his arms and leans back at the counters again, "She's dead. That's what you were going to ask wasn't it?"

Oh my..... "Uh well, I-I was just wondering. I'm so sorry Bain, I had no idea,"

Bain shakes his head anger and annoyance in his green eyes and he pushes off the counter passing by me. "Yeah, yeah everyone's sorry."

I bite my lip feeling like an idiot. Haven't I read all those books that talk about when someone in a character's life dies, they hate it when other people say they're sorry for their loss. I would too honestly.

I walk back out into the living room and look for Bain, but he's gone. Where he went? I have no idea. Instead I walk to Isabella and sit in the chair next to hers.

Where do I even start? Hey girl, so your brother is making me sleep over at your house this weekend to help you with your bleeding problem. By the way do you know what a Tampon is?

God no. I might make her just die of embarrassment.

Isabella looks up noticing my presence and puts her book down, "I'm guessing my brother sent you here to help me out?"

Or that could work too.

"Yeah." I said nodding and I turn to her letting her know I'm listening and she sighs adjusting her glasses.

"Look I know my brother cares and everything, but I'm fine. I know how everything works and it's all okay. He just got a little freaked out because I was in some pain and he didn't know how to make it better."

I nod my head and shrug, "I'll have your brother take us to the store later to get some Midol. It's a pill specifically for cramps." I feel kind of good. Not like a mom really, but like a big sister. Even though I love Sammy, but I've also wanted a little sister. Someone to talk about these things you know? Makes you feel good.

Isabella nods and sighs, "I know he cares it's just so overwhelming at times. I can't go out with my friends, I mean not that I really have any, I can't do anything. He keeps me here and sometimes-er more like a lot of times- I hate it. It's like a cage, Ashley."

I didn't expect her to confide in me so quickly. Seems like I'm a trustworthy person. How could Bain keep her caged up like this? Doesn't he know girls just want to have fun?

Wow that was corny.

But my point is he should let her do the things she want's to do. She looks like she gets good grades, she's quiet and respectful and seems like a very nice girl. Why won't he let her live her life?

"Hmm. I'll talk to him about it." I say and her green eyes oh so much like Bain's widen slightly.

"Really?" I chuckle and nod, "Sure why not. I can't promise he'll listen though your brother has a head the size of a Mack truck." She giggles and nods, "So true."

We both start laughing making fun of Bain, his ego, his super speed mood swings, and rather if not he's the one on his period instead of Isabella.

I think I'm really going to like this girl.

"What's so funny?" We hear still laughing and we both turn our heads to Bain standing at the front door looking curious and knowing at the same time.

I bite my lip and look at Isabella then we both burst out laughing saying, "Nothing!"

Bain shakes his head and sighs, "Girls." He walks past us and down the hall. "Come on Ashley I'm showing you to your room."

I get up with a smile and follow Bain realizing now that he has my bag with him. We go down to the hall and the second room on the left. The room has dark blue walls with dark wood furniture and cherry wood floors. A big, and I mean big bed lays in the middle of the bedroom like a King. No pictures anywhere in the room. A huge dark wood study desk with what looks like a big stereo system and these water light up speakers.

Is this... "Bain is this your room?"

Bain sets down my bag on the floor and nods, "Yeah. Problem?"

"Um," yeah maybe just a little because I'll be in a room where everything smells like you and your clothes and sleeping in the same bed that you sleep in and I think that's a problem, "Nope. No problem."

He sighs and nods starting to walk out, but then a thought popped into my mind, "Bain wait." I say and he turns back around and looks at me with a face that says , What do you want now?

I roll my eyes and point to the bed, "You did change the sheets right? I mean... you didn't do anything with a girl in it before I actually have to sleep in this, right?"

Bain gives me a cocky smirk and his eyes turn a light green. "Why? Are you jealous?"

What? Me? Jealous? Puh-lease.

Maybe. "Absolutely not." Bain shakes his head and walks closer to me and I find myself taking steps back.

"You are jealous. I can see it in your eyes." He says and I roll my eyes suddenly my back hitting a wall and Bain getting awfully close.

Hes so close I can smell his cologne and see the golden specks in his eyes. His beautiful green eyes...

Oh for crying out loud, get it together woman! He's cornering you, do something!

"Your jealous that I laid a girl - who is not you - in my bed and took her to heaven multiple times. You don't want to lay in that bed because it. Wasn't. You." His smirk deeps a dimple appearing on his right cheek and I bite my lip.

"I couldn't care less," I snap back and Bain stares at my lips and I take a sharp breathe.

His stare, his smell, his closeness, the intensity coming off his body everything too much, too much, too much.....

"Bain?" We hear and we both turn to the door where a interested looking Isabella stands holding a house phone. "It's for you."

Bain walks towards her taking the phone going out the door.

I sigh with relief and I slide down the wall suddenly exhausted.

"What. Was. That?" Isabella said eyes wide a smirk on her face hand on her hip.

"I have no idea."