I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, letting out a deep sigh. This had seemed like such a good idea during Sarah's and my lunch meeting with Chris Sabec. But now that I was parked outside the Hanson's, I was having second thoughts.

But this had to be done. There was no way around it. Thankfully, I've stayed in touch with Zac through the years. He remained neutral where Ike and I were concerned, not wanting to know what happened between us. So the youngest member of Hanson and I kept in contact with one another.

And now I was in desperate need of Zac's help. I needed to talk to him so he could prepare Ike for what lies ahead. Well, I don't know if anything can REALLY prepare him, but he does deserve an advance warning. I suppose I should talk to Ike personally, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

I looked up at the house and sighed again. My only saving grace was that Ike wouldn't be there. According to Chris, the eldest Hanson had moved out of the house. This was a blessing, for I just couldn't face him right now, not yet.

Of course, this doesn't mean I don't think about him constantly. He's in my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart. Lord knows if the female population knew I turned down the chance to be Isaac Hanson's girlfriend, they'd send me to the electric chair. And I, myself, often wondered if I walked away from him because I was a good friend or an idiot.

I really have to stop torturing myself. The Celine Dion tape playing is only further proof of this bizarre desire I seem to have to inflict emotional pain on myself. I hope someday you can find some way to understand; I'm only doing this for you. I don't really wanna go, but deep in my heart I know this is the kindest thing to do, she sang. I ejected the tape, preventing the Canadian singer from taunting me further.

I cut the engine, swallowed hard, and made my way to the front door. I closed my eyes and took three, deep breaths. I rang the doorbell.

Moments later the door was swung open, and a woman with greying blonde hair stood before me. "Um... hi, Mrs. Hanson. I don't know if you remember me. I'm Rebecca Davis, Tamera Davis's niece? Anyway, um... is Zac home by any chance?" My palms were sweating and my stomach was turning somersaults.

"Rebecca! I didn't recognize you! You look good, Sweetie. No, I'm sorry. Zac's not home right now. He and Taylor went out. Can I take a message?"

"No, thank you, though. I'll catch up with him-"

"Hey, Mom!" a voice interrupted me. "You're out of laundry detergent!" The voice got closer. "What the-"

I swallowed hard and made a feeble attempt to smile. "Hey, Isaac." Well, so much for the advance warning.