Isabella's Point of View:
There she was, my sister.
After 19 years, I finally saw her again. I don't remember the first two times, so I was glad I could see her now. Her skin was perfectly tanned and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous about it.
There was no doubt she wasn't my sister; we practically looked the same, minus the slight differences. Her mouth hung open and she stared at me.
I awkwardly shifted my eyes, and looked at the floor.
A few moments passed.

"Hold the hell up." Paris cried, and shot her hands up. She turned towards Jacob and Beth.

"I have a sister?" They both looked at each other and slowly nodded. Paris returned her gaze to the boys.

"Why are they here? No offence." Jaime looked at her.

"Isabella's all lovey dovey with Vic." He pulled a face and Paris returned it. He laughed at her.

"I like this one." He smiled and Paris curtsied.

"Damn. I have a sister... I have a sister!" She squealed and and jumped repeatedly. I looked at her with wide eyes.

"You're not completely weirded out by this?" I asked curiosly.

"Of course I am! But you're my sister! I actually have.. a sister." She slowly calmed down, and started to cry. I got up from the couch and ran to hug her. She sobbed into my shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay." I cooed.

"I sorry, I just get emotional sometimes." I laughed at her comment and drew back. I looked at her reassuringly.

"Don't worry.. That runs in the family." Paris laughed through her crying and Jaime quickly sprung up. He came over and embraced her in one of his bear hugs and gasped.

"I.. I can't breathe!" She cried and Jaime hugged her tighter. I heard her groan and Vic laughed.

"I'm going to call you junior!" Jaime exclaimed and let her go.

"Why junior? That's like, the worst nickname ever." Paris scoffed.

"I knew Isabella first and you're her little sister. Hence, junior." She groaned but accepted the nickname. Jaime hugged her again.

"This went surprisingly well.." Mike piped up. We all turned to face him. He looked at me uncomfortably, as always, and he let his gaze fall on Paris. She gave him the same look he was giving her.

"I feel tension." Tony mumbled and Mike peeled his eyes off of Paris and onto Tony. Tony smirked and Mike rolled his eyes. He stood up and glided towards Paris. She looked at him as he stopped just centimetres away from her. Mike was literally towering over her, but Paris didn't look phased.

"Welcome to the family." I heard him mutter. Paris smirked. Vic stood up and walked over to Jacob and Beth. He asked them something and they both smiled widely and nodded. He turned back round and grinned.

"So, Paris. We are taking you out for the day... Where do you want to go?" Vic asked excitedly. Paris squealed lightly and bit her lip. I already noticed she was way too energetic for her own good. Her and Jaime would get along perfectly.

"I know where I want to go." Jaime chimed. Tony looked at him and groaned.

"Shut up Jaime! Vic asked Paris not you." Jaime frowned.

"I'm actually starving! Could we maybe go grab something to eat first?" Tony's eyes lit up. He opened his arms widely and walked over to Paris. She looked at him confusingly.

"I love you!" Tony screamed and pulled Paris into him. She giggled and returned the hug.
She was obviously going to be loved by all the guys.. even Mike.

"Where do you want to eat?" Mike asked and she smiled at him.

"There's this new Mexican place just down the road." All the boys cracked up.

"Mexican?" Mike asked.

"Why Mexican?" Tony asked.

"Is this because we're Mexican? Are you mocking us?" Jaime asked. Paris rolled her eyes.

"For your information, Mexican food happens to be my favourite. It's not my fault you all rock up at my door the day I crave Mexican." She picked up a jacket that was lying on the table and put it on. She kissed Jacob and Beth each on the cheek.

"And yes, I was mocking you." She winked at Jaime and walked out of the house. We all stood in shock until Tony laughed. Jaime spoke.

"Damn... I really like this one!"