Room 406, Monday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After baking, Isabel had taken a long walk around the island, eventually winding up at the small, secluded beach she and Greg had picnicked at. It was nice to remember happy times and not have to worry about facing anyone that would ask questions about last night's radio. When it started to get dark she returned to the school, collected her cheesecake from the classroom fridge, and returned to her room.

The cheesecake's in the mini-fridge, Isabel is contemplating nail polish colors, and the door is mostly open.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded. "I know you'd listen--" but I don't want to traumatize the hell out of you "--and if I do need to tell you, I will." She grimaced. "I hope I don't have to, though. I don't want to know this stuff. If I have to tell you, it's bad." She rubbed her eyes. "You would like him, I think. Maybe, sometime, he can visit again. Probably when I least expect it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded, pretty sure she understood. "Got it," she said. "I hope he does. Then you to can experience the joy that is having a brother."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You say that like ... it's Max," Parker said plaintively. "It's just your average sugar-hyped obsessive-compulsive empath."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But Max is an overly emo, obsessive with a king complex. And don't forget I have to deal with Michael as well. That adds cranky, suspicious, and grumpy into the mix as well," Isabel whined back.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Which makes you Snow White? No, that's Rory. Which makes you the Swan Princess?" Parker grinned. "Getting all the vices of seven brothers into two. Gosh, I lucked out, didn't I?" She snickered and got to her feet. "Right. Come find me if you and Greg can't talk it out, okay?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You did," Isabel chuckled. "And I will. Night!"