Vic's Point of View:
Everything went back to, what seemed as, normal a couple weeks after Anastasia had passed. Isabella was now staying with us and everything was great.
I watched Isabella while she ran around like a headless chicken. I laughed because of how much stress she had.
Thankfully, she has been anle to control her anxiety.

"Isabella.. calm down! Honestly it doesn't have to be perfect." She stopped cleaning the kitchen and looked at me.

"Vic, are you a complete idiot? Of course it has to be perfect! We have guests coming in less than an hour; I'm not even ready and you're just standing there watching me!" She raised her voice and I frowned. I walked into the kitchen and took the cloth she held in her hand.

"Go get dressed baby." I whispered and started cleaning the counter. She kissed my cheek and I heard her run upstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Mike laugh. I looked up and flipped him off. He held up his hands and sat on the couch.

"Isabella's stressing so I'm doing the cleaning." Mike snorted.

"Pussy." He muttered and I ditched the cloth at his face. He shot up suddenly and glared at me. I shrugged and walked out of the kitchen.

"You're right.. maybe you should clean up. I mean, you're the one not doing anything." I smirked in Mike's direction and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He groaned and went into the kitchen. I laughed again.

I seem to be laughing quite a lot lately. I think I'm finally getting better, and my depression is slowly fading away. Isabella was actually helping me see everything positive about life and it made me love her so much more.

I walked up stairs and into my room. Isabella was smoothing down her dress and I stopped. She looked absolutely stunning. Her red fitted dress clung to her body, and made her piercing blue eyes more noticable. My jaw hung open as she turned and smiled at me.

"Might want to close that.. never know what could find its way into there." She laughed and I quickly shut my mouth. She hadn't even started her make up but was still beautiful.

"Ugh Izzy, you are so gorgeous." I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She giggled and kissed my nose.

"You're not too bad yourself." I smiled and kissed her lips. She took off my beanie and chucked it on the bed. She ran her fingers in my hair and sighed.

"You really need to cut your hair." She locked her eyes into mine.

"But then I wouldn't have my curls.. and you would be sad." She pouted. She would always tell me how much she loved my hair, but was so insistsnt that I should cut it. She was a very confusing girl; another reason why I love her.

I kissed her again, and we both smiled through it. I heard somebody run up the stairs and stop. I was too concerned with kissing Isabella to even bother to see who it was. They cleared their throat and I made and effort to pull back. Mike stood at the door and shuffled his feet.

"The guests have arrived."