"YOU WHAT?" Eric bellowed as he suddenly bolted from the wooden stool he occupied.

He was eating a midnight snack with Will because the latter forced him to get a bag of Lime Tostitos and a jar of cheese salsa from the top cabinet. When he managed to open the air-sealed container of the salsa, Will decided gave him his 'big news'.

He dropped the jar of cheese salsa and stood frozen in his spot. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is embarrassing in every damn sense of the word!

Will felt numb and looked at Eric through wide eyes, where tears have slowly gathered. He was afraid because Eric seemed to be angry. He didn't want Eric to be angry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Eric!" he cried with all the emotion he felt. "I'm so sorry Daddy!" he started to walk closer, timidly at first, and when Eric didn't react, he ran towards him and hugged his left leg. "I'm sorry Daddy! We can call her and say we don't want to watch Spiderman 3!" he sobbed, and muffled his tears with Eric's bare leg. He told Eric about the movie with the girl he met that morning, but Eric yelled at him because of shock. "I'm sorry for making you angry! We can cancel! I promise! She gave me her number" He added, as if to prove that he could indeed cancel what he just blurted out. He brought out a crumpled strip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Eric.

"Who said anything about canceling?" Eric said in a carefully neutral tone, taking the fragile paper from the boy's hand.

Will wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffed, "You're … you're not … you're not angry?" he asked hopefully.

"Hell, no!" Eric laughed and carried the boy over his head. "You are going to get it one day for getting me a blind date—"

"Anna's not blind."

Eric shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. A blind date is when you go out with someone you don't know and meet them right there and then." He explained and threw the boy up in the air, causing him to forget his sobs and snigger uncontrollably. "But I'm going to reward you for choosing the perfect girl!"

Will yelled in glee, "Perfect! Of course she's perfect! She's not like the Vegas girl you were with earlier." He added with a knowing smirk.

What the, Eric thought as he racked his brain for a memory of a Vegas girl. Negative. "Who?"

"Oh, you know!" Will sighed, big boys and their memories. "The one with the really short hair that looked like the horns of the she-devil? I think she's Lauren. I heard Anna and Cecile talk about her."

Eric laughed hysterically at his apt description of Lauren; he had to put Will down at the danger of not being able to hold him upright. The kitchen door creaked and a masculine form came inside. "Lance!" he exclaimed as the door hit a bottle of ketchup. The location of the dips seriously should not be placed beside the door, Eric thought, and that's in addition to his complaint about the tray not being placed properly (its edge extended past the counter, which was why it was so prone to being hit by the door.).

Lance yawned and scratched his thigh, oblivious to the broken bottle of ketchup on the floor. "What was that noise about? I heard glass breaking." He said sleepily.

Eric looked at the fallen jar of salsa and the spilled mass of ketchup. "Oops?" he grinned sheepishly. "It slipped."

Lance shook his head and took a stool for himself. "What are you up to at this hour?"

Eric shrugged. "I just got myself a blind date." He stated mysteriously, with mischief gleaming from his brown eyes. "Well?"

Lance's sleep-drowsed eyes stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Aren't you asking who I'm going out with?"

"Anna Scott."

If Eric was holding the other jar of salsa safely resting inside the refrigerator at the moment, he would have dropped it right next to the first. "The hell." He managed to utter.

Lance was staring sleepily at the splattered salsa, his socked foot playing with the stray pieces of green pepper, while his other foot dangled from the stool. He rested his cheek on his elbow and yawned.

"Lance!"

His eyes shot up and met Eric's. "What?"

"What do you mean what? How the hell did you know?"

"Her name or the fact that you're going to a blind date with her?" he drawled lazily.

"Both." Eric replied quickly, not wanting the suspense to extend a teeny bit longer.

"One, I met her through Cecile. The girl from the bookstore, remember?"

"Yes, continue." Eric said impatiently.

Lance grinned, teasing his brother a little bit more till he reached his limit. All his thoughts of snuggling back up to bed left him instantly. "Cecile is really beautiful. She has the fullest lower lip that I had ever seen and her gray eyes had the faintest specks of hazel, making them look like steel sometimes or autumn at others. And her laugh is so—"

"Quit it Lance."

Lance laughed and nodded. "Yeah, so there. I met her at Physics—"

"I thought you met her at the bookstore?"

"I met Cecile at the bookstore." He said impatiently. "I met Anna at Physics. Pay attention, will you?"

At the sound of his name, or what he thought was intended to be his name, Will perked up and looked at his cousins.

"She's taking Physics?" Eric asked incredulously. "She's taking Physics? Why the hell did I think I was too good in Math that I didn't need Physics?" he asked with a voice full of regret, talking more to himself than to his brother. He banged his head on the kitchen island. It's tiled, by the way, making it extremely hard. Hard, cold, tiles. But he didn't care. "Why is the world turning against me? Why?"

Lance groaned, "Stop being so dramatic, Eric."

Eric bolted upright. "Oh, hell, continue. Blind date?"

"Yeah, you won't usually go on a blind date. But seeing how smitten you are with this girl, I wouldn't be surprised that you'll go to such extremes."

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Well, I would—"

His words were cut off by Eric's going for his neck and clasping it with his elbows. Eric laughed and wrestled his brother. Lance aimed for Eric's arm and pinned him to the ground, but Eric turned the tables on him and managed to have Lance flat on his back.

Lance chortled, "Oh, alright, I'll stop teasing you!" he remarked with an enormous grin. "Boy, you should've told me the consequences of teasing you, you hell of a He-Man!"

Eric let go of Lance and turned to lie on his back beside his brother. "Oh, boy. I can't believe it."

"That you're too smart for Physics?" Lance asked. "Face it, bro, you got Mom's genius Mathematical genes. Be happy for it."

"No, that's not what I meant. I know that very well." He said with a smug smile. "What I can't believe is that Will set up a date with Anna Scott." His smug smile faded.

"Neither could I, imagine, a seven year old finishing a job you couldn't even begin?" Lance said with a hysterical guffaw and he clutched his stomach to cease the pain from laughing too much.

They both failed to hear Will's protest that it wasn't a date, he set up a movie with his Mommy and Daddy.

"Hey," Eric warned with mock threat, "You'll quit teasing me, Lance Sinclair."

"About that…"

"Yes?"

"I don't know why I said Sinclair."

"You beat my brain, Lance Sinclair." He said and ruffled his brother's hair. "So, are you really planning to keep up with your last name charades? And do I have to keep up with your plays?"

Will, who was watching these big boys wrestle and finally settle down to a less-violent state of teasing, snuggled between the two, giving Lance the privilege to avoid answering Eric's question. "Lance, we're going to watch Spiderman 3." He told his cousin excitedly. "With my Mommy!"

Lance was taken aback and looked at Will curiously, "Auntie is here?"

Will smiled without showing his teeth, nearly reaching his little ears, with his eyes wide as with excitement. He raised his shoulders to touch his head and stayed that way for a minute, swaying to a mute piece of music.

"Well?" Lance asked oddly, while Eric was a cross between hiding his face's redness and stifling his laughter.

Will's shoulders sagged, but his face kept the same funny expression. "My Mama is not here. But my Mommy is. She's going to the movies with me and Daddy."

Lance raised his eyebrows.

Eric sighed. "Alright, I might as well tell you." He said and gave him the ridiculous story of being Will's 'Daddy'. Not leaving out a single detail.

The existence of Lance's impending laughter was cut off when the kitchen door opened once again. The telltale tray of sauces and dips, which survived Lance's pushing of the door, failed to escape the wrath of the door when it opened again. Bang! Clash! Shriek! came the jars and bottles.

The three bolted upright and were on their feet in a snap of a finger. Denise Sinclair stared at the mess she created when she opened the door. "The hell with these jars." She muttered before turning to her sons. "Why are you two still up?" she asked, and caught sight of a little body hiding behind the legs of the twins. She laughed, "Come on out Willford!"

"Auntie Deniii-eeeeh-eeese!" Will sang and ran to give her Aunt a hug. He looked up at her expectantly. "You know what?"

"No, what?"

"I met the girl who's to be my girlfriend!" he exclaimed with pride. "And you know what?"

"No, what?"

"She calls me Will!" he giggled and jumped to a stool, successfully evading any stray piece of broken glass. "Not Willford!"

"Would you rather that I call you Will?"

"Yes Auntie Denise! I'd rather that you do! Very much!"

Eric scratched his neck. "Mom, are all seven year old boys as talkative and confident as he is?" His mother had no idea what kind of confidence Eric had in mind.

Lance did the same gesture. "Mom, was I like him when I was seven?"

Denise placed her hand on one of the glass-free counters and rested her whole weight there. "Seven?"

Eric nodded. "Isn't he?"

Denise laughed merrily and faced the little boy. "So you didn't tell them!"

Lance frowned. "Tell us what?"

Will looked threateningly at his Aunt, but Denise went on and explained. "When he said he was six last year, he was lying."

"You little Pinocchio!" Eric yelled as he lunged for the boy and mercilessly tickled his ribs.

"Eriiiiiiiiiiiic!" Will screamed as he twisted and turned to get out of Eric's reach without a hint of success. "Staaaaa-hahahahahaha-aaaaaahhhh-hihihihi-aaaap!"

Lance frowned, looking like a little boy who was told that the dish satellites were frying pans for cows and pigs, believing it for two years, and only finding out from a guide that it wouldn't as much as cook a slice of pork and they were indeed satellites. Long story short, he was confused. "Huh?"

Denise laughed and pulled a stool to sit on. "He's five now."

"What?"

"You heard me Lance." Denise laughed, and then looked at her sons in a scrutinizing way. "You mean you never found out?"

"Like hell." Lance mumbled and poured himself a cup of milk. He would kill Eric if he told anyone he was a milk addict. And that wouldn't stop his brother's slimy tongue. He'd probably let it slip somehow. He shrugged.

"Anyway, since you're both here," Denise began, changing the subject, "I might as well tell you. We're going to the beach the day after tomorrow with the Scotts. I invited them to Rica's resort and they agreed. Invite whoever you want, okay? But not too many. About two or three more people to keep you company."

The twins nodded and watched their mother leave the kitchen. Lance looked at Eric, knowing very well what he was thinking. "You know what Eric?"

"You're sounding much like Will."

Lance chuckled. "Yes, but you know what?"

Eric sighed. "What?"

"There are a million Scotts in the world."

His face fell. "Oh. You got me." He said and punched his brother's abdomen lightly.

"But you never know."

Will climbed Eric's back. "So, we're watching tomorrow?"

"You bet."

"Shall I call Anna?"

"Can I do it for you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to talk to her."

"What if I let you talk to her when I have her on the phone?" Eric suggested optimistically.

Will shook his head. "How about I let you talk to her when I have her on the phone? I got her number."

Eric pulled a slip of paper from his jeans. "You see this?"

Will's turned to enormous sauces. "Heeeeeeey! Gimme that!" he yelled and tried to grab the strip of paper with Anna's phone number, which Eric deliberately held over his head, leaving Will helpless.

Lance stared at the two in astonishment. "Are you, by any chance, competing for a girl's heart?" he asked, "Because if you are, one has an incredibly huge advantage. Eric, Will already talked to her."

Eric punched his brother while holding up the piece of paper with his other hand. "Shut up, Lance. He's in love with Cecile."

The door creaked open once more. "Seriously, that door is too noisy." Eric remarked.

Elena, the housekeeper, entered the door and walked into a kitchen filled with broken glass and sauces. "What the hell happened here?" she demanded. Elena barking in a night gown and sleeping cap wasn't exactly the best sight to see. The twins tried to contain their merriment while the young boy didn't even try. He laughed when he caught sight of the weird-looking lady. "Don't you dare laugh and explain what happened, young man."

Will was stunned to silence, which was caused more or less by the fact that he was called 'young man' rather than the sternness of Elena's voice.

"Well?"

"You know what!" Will asked cheerfully.

"What?" she snapped, obviously taking displeasure for being awoken by Denise in the middle of the night to take a look at the messy kitchen.

"We spilled all the ketchup I love."

In the end, Will prevailed. He stole the paper from Eric when he was fast asleep, and he immediately called Anna the next morning.

Anna got out of her shower and was drying her hair with a towel when her mobile phone rang. She grabbed it, saw an unregistered number calling, and placed it back at her side table. She didn't answer calls from unregistered numbers, whoever could those people be?

She had finished applying her mandarin-scented lotion, but the phone kept on stubbornly ringing. She finally reached for it and hit the Answer button. "Hello?"

"Anna!" Will's tiny voice screamed that she had to place a good distance between her pearl-studded ear and the phone. "You know what?"

"Hi Will! No, what?"

"I was calling you for five minutes! And no one's picking up!"

"Oh, sorry about that—"

"Anyway, Anna!" Will cut her off impatiently. "We're watching Spiderman 3 later! Okay?"

"Oh." Anna almost forgot about that. She made plans of going to the mall to buy whatever she needed for the beach. She got it out of her mother the night before that they were going to the beach the next day, and that she could bring Cecile with her. Not that she was complaining, of course, the beach was way better than a boring dinner. She haven't told Cecile yet though, seeing that she managed to ask her mother during a very, very awkward hour. "Thing is…"

"But Anna…" his voice fell, somehow shaking, anticipating what she was going to say and not looking forward to be forgotten. "You promised me."

Anna hesitated. "Oh, well, okay. I'll come." She said finally. "Who's coming?"

"I don't know." Will replied indifferently.

"Will! Who are you talking to?" Anna heard a male voice ask from the background.

"I'm talking to Anna, Eric!" Anna heard Will say, despite the boy's efforts to muffle his voice through covering the mouth piece with his shirt's sleeve.

"I thought I was going to talk to her?" she heard the other voice ask, it was Eric. Mr. Adonis Eric. Despite herself, she felt her stomach do a little lap dance. Lauren Streep's dog Eric. Her stomach reversed the lap dance and sat back down with the audience.

From what she heard Anna thought that the voice was very smooth and deep and handsome and so irresistibly charming and…okay, stop thinking about the voice, Anna scolded herself.

"But Eriiiiiic!" Will protested, no longer bothering to muffle his strained voice and tried to run away from his cousin's reach. He turned his attention back to Anna. "We'll come pick you up at your house, okay?" he cried frantically.

"Do you know where my house is?"

"Eric! Do you know where Anna's house is?" he yelled.

"No. Maybe if you're letting me talk to her we'll get your little idea of a movie fixed, boy."

"No! I want to talk on the phone!"

"Fine." Anna heard Eric say faintly. "Can you at least get her address?"

"Anna! What's your address?" Will asked her quickly, and yelled back to Eric, "I asked her already!"

Anna laughed and gave him her address.

"Eric! She gave me her address already! I'm going to put it down?"

"What's her address? Did you list it down?"

"Oh! I didn't." Will said sheepishly. "But if I do, you're going to get it from me and keep it under—mmmmmmm" Eric's hand quickly clapped over Will's mouth to stop him from telling Anna that he kept it under his pillow.

"Can you please list it down, Will?" Eric said in a carefully neutral tone, but Will saw the pleading in his eyes so he kept quiet. Even he could tell Eric would be embarrassed if he told Anna that Eric kept the paper with him as if it was a sacred ruin.

"Anna, can you please repeat your address because my Daddy wants me to write it down. But then I'll just say it and make him write it because I can't write as fast as he could. I saw him writing something the day before and, boy, was he fast! I wish one day I can write as fast as he could, and then I can write your address myself! But that's going to take a lot more practice so Eric will write it for now."

Anna laughed as she once again gave her address, listened to Will repeat it after her, and listened to Eric as he double checked what he was writing. Really, was this a conversation between Anna and Will? She felt like she was eavesdropping through the technology that Dr. Bell developed long ago.

"Did you get it?" Anna asked patiently.

"Yep!" Will said brightly and was about to put down the phone when Eric reminded him to tell his 'Mommy' what time she'll get picked up. "We'll be there before lunch time!"

"Lunch time? Will—" Eric began, thinking that it was too early and that Anna might find it bothersome.

"Please, Eric? I want to eat with her. Please? You can take a bath now if you want."

Eric sighed. "Oh, ask her."

"Anna, is it okay if we pick you up before lunch so we can eat lunch together? I'm not allowed to go out at night because Papa thinks it's dangerous."

She glanced at her clock, 9 AM. She'll have two hours to kill, approximately. "Sure."

"See, Eric, she said yes!" he said delightedly. "Bye Anna!"

"Bye Will!" she said. She wasn't sure if she should say good bye to Eric, but seeing as he didn't really speak to her, she didn't see it necessary. "See you." She added as she clicked her cell phone's End call button.

She punched in Cecile's number and hit call. Yes, she had memorized her best friend's cell phone number due to her old Nokia phone's well-busted joystick. Whenever she clicks it down, it will either take the command of 'okay' rather than 'down', or will not take any command at all. It infuriated her as she looked for Cecile's number because she was down there with the Cs and all. She spent a whole hour repeating Cecile's number while she went about her day until she got it perfectly. Her tryst with the memorization bug was put to waste when her father gave her a new cell phone the very next day, he just had to give it to her after she managed to cope with that, uh, insipid obstacle, huh? But all the same, what's memorized is memorized. Being Anna Scott, once she gets something rubbed against her head, it manages to make a home for itself there permanently.

"Hello?" a sleepy female voice drawled from the other side of the line.

"Hey Cec." Anna greeted brightly, as brightly as she could anyway. Considering that she had just said yes to a blind date organized by a, wait, how old was Will anyway? She thought. "Why aren't you up yet?"

"It's Wednesday, for heaven's sake." She mumbled inaudibly, and added in the same way, "There's no dance today and no soccer for you. Why are you up?"

"I can't understand a thing you're saying."

"No class. Why are you up?" she said a little bit louder.

"No particular reason." Cecile could imagine Anna shrugging as she said that. "Hey, I just found out what I agreed on yesterday." She added with a note of excitement.

"Your Dad or Will's movie?"

"Both." Anna answered quickly. "And you'll be thrilled to hear what my Dad plans to happen." She added, going out of her room and heading towards the kitchen.

"The Ryan's are incredibly delicious heterosexual male homo sapiens—"

Anna had to laugh at that, even at a half-asleep phase, Cecile still had the mind to focus on, as she deliberately puts it, incredibly delicious heterosexual male homo sapiens, or sometimes she even refers to them as—

"—and God's utter gift of compensation to woman kind for our monthly flux of halogen possessions?"

Yeah, that. "I'd rather not hear my father describe people from his gender with those exact words, thank you." Anna said with a hint of laughter, "And no, thankfully, he didn't even try to talk me into liking the Ryans. I have no idea why he still calls them the Ryans, seeing that the alleged man of the house," she spat the words as if they were venomous, thinking of the disgusting, drunken figure of Mr. Ryan but a few years ago, "and his wife divorced some years ago."

"You're being to harsh, he must really have been a dimwit then, huh?" Cecile asked, knowing perfectly well the reason for Anna's dislike directed to Mr. Ryan.

Anna laughed, "Yeah and well, anyway, he won't be there tomorrow."

"Which reminds me, where are we going tomorrow?"

"And that reminds me why I called." Anna countered, "We're apparently invited to go to the beach with them. Thank goodness you'll be with me!"

Cecile's sleepy endeavor left her at the mention of the beach. She squealed, "Oh thank goodness! God knows that would be better than eating portions of whatever cuisine your father so delectably chooses. We're actually going to have fun."

Anna could actually hear the italics on her best friend's words. "Given." She replied with a smile. She treaded down the wide stairways and went straight to the kitchen refrigerator. She looked for the piece of mango that she had hidden strategically behind all the containers at the third level of the lower ref, completely hiding it from the view of all her snooping family members. "And by the way, I'm going with Will and his cousin to the movies today, if you remember."

"Oh yeah, so you're going with Mr. Adonis, huh?"

"My dear," she began, sounding very much like her mother that she cringed at the thought. "I am harboring no affections for said male specimen right now. Well, I was of course inevitably attracted to him before, but hey, one can figure out as much when a dog goes to Lauren, huh?"

"Point taken." Cecile replied wryly.

Anna found her chilled mango and reached for it triumphantly. "And please, this is SO not a date. I'm merely going because of the boy."

"Which boy?" Cecile asked knowingly, teasing her friend.

Anna groaned. "You know very well who I'm talking about." She said as she took the mango to the chopping board. She reached for a knife and sliced it into three parts, producing to flesh parts and the flesh-clad seed. Anna cut one of the parts horizontally, then vertically, creating little cubes still stuck to the skin. She did the same with the other fleshy part and placed all three on a plate.

"Right. Eric himself."

"CECILE!" Anna yelled, thanking the gods that she was done cutting or she would've cut her fingers right off. "You are the—"

Cecile rolled in a fit of laughter. "I know, I know. I'm the best mind-reader best friend you could ever, ever, have."

"Oh, quit busting up your ego." Anna snapped. "I'm going because of Will. Got that?" She reached for a spoon and scooped out some of her mango. Three cubes willing parted with the skin and into her mouth they went. The intoxicating sweet taste and the cold feeling the flesh brought a smile on her face. "Yum."

"Yum?" Cecile asked. "I knew it. You still thought Eric was 'YUM'."

"CECILE!"

"Okay, okay, I'm stopping." Cecile said with a laugh. "But not until you say you're going on a date."

"I am so NOT going on a date."

"Yes you are and you're gonna accept that fact, dear."

"Oh, fine. I am going on a date. Happy?" Anna stated tiredly, chucking two more cube of mango into her mouth.

"You're going on a what?" That wasn't Cecile speaking to the phone. It wasn't even female.

Anna spun and looked at a robe-clad masculine form standing three feet away from her. This guy was the object of desire of 94.79 of the female population within a three-mile radius from his school. Not from his school, because God knows if anyone from there hits on him, he'd freak out like hell. He goes to St. Andrews, or at least he was until he graduated two weeks ago. Part of the 5.21 of the female population who did not see him as an object of desire was his sister, Anna Kassia Morgan Scott.

"Well, well, my dear brother had finally come back from Acapulco, Mexico!" Anna shot him a mockingly serious tone, letting Cecile know of Anthony Marcus Morgan Scott was home from his five-day vacation. Their parents seemed to find it amusing to create a pattern for their names. An(insert letters) (space) (French name) Morgan Scott. It was a mystery why they were not humorous enough to give them identical initials, the siblings weren't complaining though.

"Your brother is back? I thought he wouldn't be back until next week?" Cecile asked in astonishment. She too was part of the infamous 5.21 of seemingly blind females.

"Well, aren't you gonna give your devil of a brother a hug?" Anton smirked and held out his arms to receive Anna.

"I'll call you back, Cile." Anna said shortly and ran to her brother, enveloping him in a massive bear hug and dismissing her serious tone. "Hell! I missed you Ton."

Anton returned the massive hug and pulled away, looking at her curiously with a cocked eyebrow. "Would you care to explain what I just overheard?"

Anna blushed and the remains of her the mango she so quickly consumed suddenly became her object of desire, seeing that her brother is not in anyway resembling the description of object of desire on her dictionary. "About that…"

"Yes?"

"How's Acapulco?"

"Don't you dare change the subject." He stated, destroying Anna's futile attempts to do just that, being the overprotective brother that he is.

Anna groaned. "Don't laugh!" She can never keep things from her brother and though there's always a first time for everything, this wasn't going to be it. She told him of how she found Eric Adonis-like, why she did tell his brother of things like these was a mystery to everyone. They have this brother-sister telepathy that was common to siblings who got along well with each other, and Anton mostly used it to his advantage. Anna hasn't mastered the perks brought by this incredible connection just yet, but he just wait and see.

"You got a date because of a kid?" He asked, his face struggling to contain his laughter. She would be bloody furious if he did.

"Don't you dare laugh!" Anna stated furiously. "It's not even funny."

"It is!"

"It is not when one of Lauren's dogs is involved. You know her type very well, anyway."

Anton nodded, while tying his robe a bit tighter. "I have to use the bathroom." He said curtly. He ran to the bathroom door and Anna could hear a sound she wasn't supposed to be hearing. His immense laughter. He was laughing so loud the rumbles could've shook the door loose. After a session of guffaws, he came out, his eyes red from too much laughter. "Now, really, a kid?"

"I will kick your sorry arse Ton."

"I have to go back." He said and slammed the door shut. The ringing of his loud guffaws traveled through the creaks of the door easily.

"COME BACK OUT HERE!"

He knew better than to defy Anna at that moment. "Sorry about that." He mumbled weakly. "But seriously…a kid?"

Seeing her brother's distorted features from trying to keep his laughing to himself, she sighed. "You may laugh all you want."

He did just that.

"Ah, hell." Anna muttered and punched his hard ridged-with muscles belly. He didn't as much as flinch. "It's not a date."

"Whatever." He replied when his laughter ceased. "Go up and ready yourself."

Anna picked out a white tube dress made of lace from her closet. It was a summer dress that bought with Cecile a month ago, but she forgot about it until today. She looked at herself in the mirror, clad with lace and a thin sheet of whit cloth under it. The cut of the horizontally-patterned lace was straight until it reached her hips, where a garter gathered the material loosely before letting two asymmetrical layers fall above her knees. She sighed as she brushed her hair and thought of the impending encounter with Eric Sinclair. She pulled silver pumps from her shoe closet and lazily fastened the straps. "Oh hell," she muttered to herself, "He can turn out to be well. I can never really tell."

"Anna! A kid is here claiming that you are his Mommy! Get your ass down here!" She heard Anton call from downstairs.

Will stood at the Scott living room, waiting for Anna to come down. He looked at the big boy who stood before him curiously. He said his name was Anton. Anna, Anton? He laughed, why did their parents name them so? He resembled Anna in more ways than the name. he had the same shade of blonde hair and the same color of hair and whatever, they should look alike, they are siblings, he thought. He liked Anton, he decided after looking him up and down, which Anton found incredibly funny and led to a fit of chuckles.

Eric could say the same thing, he had grown a liking for this guy, with his lazy smile and all. He introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Eric."

"Daddy Eric, huh?" Anton, despite Anna's grumbles that this Eric was a dog, liked him. He looked clean and polite with a trace of the necessary arrogance that males specimens tend to possess.

Eric scratched his head and turned a little pink. "You know about that, eh?"

Anton laughed. "Will told Anna and Anna told me." He explained. At that moment, Anna herself chose to descend from the stairs.

Eric blinked a few times, registering the fact that he was going out with the girl he had been secretly looking for to his brain. Sure, Will arranged it, but they'll be spending the day together all the same. He grinned at Anna and held out his hand to introduce himself. "Hi, you must be Anna. I'm Eric."

Anna almost fainted despite her mental scoldings at his smile. "Hi Eric." She greeted as she shook his hand.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Will cried to get all of their attentions, while Anton looked at his sister curiously. "I want to introduce you! Eric, meet my Mom, Anna. And Anna, meet my Dad, Eric."

The three teenagers laughed until Anton shooed them away. "Go, have fun, or something." He called to the retreating threesome.

"I'm so excited, my Mommy and Daddy finally together!" Will yelled as he pulled the two with both of his hands.

A/N: I have to cut it right there. It's a freakish 21-page document already! Ha. )) That incident with Anton running of to the bathroom? Yeah, that. It actually happened. For real. With my sister. Her guffaws could be heard all through-out the room. Guess what the reason is? According to her, I've written more than a hundred pages and they haven't met yet. Why she found it hilarious is beyond me. )) Haha! And so they met. :D

Amber-skies: Heh, thanks! Actually, I can't credit myself for Will's characteristics. He has a startling resemblance with my cousin! HAHA! Thanks a lot for reading this:D

Sine Die: Thanks! Well, I didn't realize how long I've gone without introducing them to one another. :D I'm looking forward to your update too! I've grown to love Tuesday and Alistair :p

Pieces of the Sun: What would I do without you? Hahaha! I heart you already for constantly reviewing! Motivation, man. Motivation, I tell you. LOL. :) The dinner's nonexistent though. It was a product of Anna's inattentiveness towards her father's call. And there we have it, the meeting of Eric and Anna. :D Ohhh, kill me for leaving you without too much details. The chapter is long and I had to end it. Boohoo. Damn numbers.

Dreamweaver138: Haha! Thanks for constantly reviewing too! As I said, MOTIVATION! You give me that. LOL. :P And oh yeah, I'm going to search last school year's Biology book and find out for myself all I can about genetics and twins. I'm a knowledge geek, if there's such a thing. :D I like trivial information like that.

I'd also like to thank the following people for including Stalker Knot in their Story Alert list: FireFallon, Hibiscus0610, Pieces of the Sun, Sine Die, Autumn Berry, Dreamweaver138 and Tsuanmicurl! And to Pieces of the Sun and Amber-Skies for putting it on their favorite story lists! And last but not the least (jeez, that sounded so cliché) i. for including me on her Author Alert.

Anyway, I'm off to write again. Heh, next chapter would be the movie and the beach (maybe!). I'm having second thoughts about Spiderman 3 though (mainly because I haven't seen it! GRRR.)