Who: Alex and Isabel What: Being them Where: Their house When: Sunday Warnings: You'll have to go to the dentist it's so sweet.
It was a lazy Sunday around the Whitman/Evans house and Alex sat on the porch strumming on his guitar after having breakfast. He had bought an acoustic one recently after deciding to let Maria keep his. It wouldn't be right of him to ask for it back since it held a lot of special meaning to her. It was just idle strumming, as he did whenever he got lost in his thoughts. He had a lot to take in when he first got there and he was still adjusting to everything he'd learned. He was happy he had Isabel there to be his sanity. He didn't know what he would do without her.