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Twenty Two Part One

AHHH GUYS! I wrote forever so I could put out this special TWO PARTER CHAPTER TODAY! I will be posting both parts back to back because I can't wait!!!!!

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"No, Alice" Isaac said as he and Alice strolled along the side of the frozen pond. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Excuse me?" Alice scoffed so hard a puff of condensation flew from her mouth and she pulled her fingers to her chest. "I don't know what I'm talking about? You're the one who is so clearly wrong."

"I don't get why you can't be reasonable about this."

"Because you're wrong!"

"You know, I really expected better from you." Isaac tutted his tongue as he shook his head in disappointment at Alice. "Selena Gomez is obviously hotter than Miley Cyrus and I don't know why you won't just admit it."

"Because Miley Cyrus is a goddess!"

"She's so crazy, though. Sure, she's pretty, but it does not make up for how insane she is."

"Whatever. You can have fun with your PG-rated Selena Gomez, and I'll go party with Miley."

"Hey, fine by me," Isaac said lifting his hands in the air for a second before shoving them back in his pockets for warmth. "How did we start arguing about which former Disney stars were the hottest, anyway?"

"I have absolutely no idea," she giggled and took in the view of the scenic park she often strolled around when the weather permitted. Despite the mountains of snow on the ground, the sky was a gorgeous, cloudless blue and the bright warm sun reflected off the heaps of snow, making both Alice and Isaac permanently squint. It was the perfect day for a long walk through the park.

A young boy skating on the ice must have taken a hard tumble, because the air was suddenly vibrating with an ear-shattering scream.

"Aww, did you see that?" Isaac stopped in his step and nudged Alice's shoulder with his elbow. "That little guy just tripped over his hockey stick."

Alice turned her neck, and sure enough, the mother of the wailing child was rushing onto the ice wearing only her sneakers, slipping so much she vaguely resembled Bambi trying to skate. As soon as she reached her son, the high pitched shrieking came to a halt.

Isaac's lips turned into a pout as he watched the scene with his neck tilted. "Poor guy. Hope he's okay."

As bad as Alice felt for the hurt boy, rather than focussing on the mother and child, she stood gawking at Isaac with her mouth practically touching the snow.

"Isaac Hanes," she started, "do you like kids?"

Isaac peeled his eyes off the skating rink to face Alice and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. They're alright. No one likes seeing a kid get hurt, though."

"D'aww." Alice brushed her fingers along Isaac's black double-breasted peacoat and smiled brightly in mock admiration. "You're a total softie."

"What?" Isaac said. "Just because I don't like seeing some kid fall on the ice doesn't mean I'm a softie."

"Yes it does."

"Do you not think it's sad?"

"Well, of course, I do!" She said defensively. "It's just strange that you think it's sad."

"Typical Alice," Isaac said and clicked his tongue. "Always making things weird whenever I remind her that I'm not a heartless statue."

"If it's any consolation, I'm starting to get used to it," she said, smiling up at his ivory skin, noting that his cheekbones immediately raised despite not looking at her.