After a hard first day, Maribel woke up to a sunny morning filled of fresh adventures. The bed was cold and the rays of Sun that peaked in through the window melted the coldness away from it. She drowsily rose from the bed and got ready to meet Glitterman and the others. Hoping she would be able to speak to the twins again. It was a short time she spent with them, and curiosity is starting to eat her from inside. She exited her room and legged to the main floor. Resting in the cozy living room which was lonesome at the moment. Hernandez started appearing from the entertainment room and as soon as he laid his eyes on Maribel he flashed an excited smile. "Maribel, good morning! How was your first day?" He greeted, walking towards the seating room and making himself comfortable as well. "Everything went nice. Although, I do have a question. Well, a couple of questions." Hernandez tilted his head intriguingly after hearing her soft words. She raised her gaze and watched him nod so she could proceed. "Who is Jonathan and why are you all so afraid of him?" She blinked innocently and waited for his answer. But all she received was a look of uneasiness from him. Yesterday he was very tough and cool-looking, but today, he's starting to express a kind of personality she hadn't known existed in him. He leaned in closer to her and in a form of a whisper he said: "Jonathan is a person who's not to mess with. Don't even talk to him."
"Why not? Isn't he depressed from all that loneliness?" Maribel nearly growled. The feeling of compassion and solidarity starting to pump in her heart. "You don't know him, Maribel. He doesn't care about anyone except himself. Just listen to us when we tell you to stay away from him, alright?" He whispered agitatedly. "Alright?" He recited louder. "Alright." She replied with a cross expression. The pink haired man sighed deeply, trying to make her understand why the extraordinarians are so worried about her contact with Jonathan. From the french door of the entertainment room appeared Taylor, being followed by Scott. They walked past them and disappeared behind the wooden staircase. Maribel straightened her back to see where exactly they were going and try to follow. She got up from the seat, but once she went past the staircase she only saw a wall. The young one looked at Hernandez, seeing if he'd know where they went. "Did they disappear into the wall?" He asked with a grin. Maribel nodded, her tensed hands placed beside her hips. He shuffled towards the wall and started tracing his fingers over it. Creating a pattern over certain parts of the wall. Suddenly, a thin glowing outline made a trail that looked like the shape of a door. The grey inside the threshold started glowing as well, slowly being as bright as a ray of light. "Do you still want to follow them? I can accompany you, if you want." Hernandez smiled, pulling out his trust along with his rough hand. Maribel slowly began to walk towards the glowing door, raising her small hand to place over his, a blank expression decorating her lovely face. She entered first. Once she put one foot in, she felt a soft breeze caress her skin and a flash of gold appear before her eyes. She still felt the warmness of Hernandez' hand in hers, keeping away her fear and doubt in the back of her pure mind. When she opened her gleamy eyes she saw before her a beautiful vintage stone fountain surrounded by different colored roses and different shades of leaves. Thin green vines wrapping around the torso of it and delicate pink flowers surfing over the clear blue water. The Sun softly shone over the water. The pink petals drifting through the air, landing on the stones and the fountain. There were two stone paths going around each side of the tall and elegant fountain that lead into forests of pines and flowering crabapple trees. It was a garden of eternal spring. The crabapples, although them being small, the pink and white they wear were everywhere. Attracting pollinating bees that make the trees buzz with life. The pine trees being over 10 feet tall and cut to the perfect inch. It was very pleasing to admire and to be in. Simply to observe and feel the cold wind wrap around your skin. "It's pretty ain't it?" His words snapped her out of her longing gaze. She turned to him and nodded with a tender smile. "Where do you think the Smith's went to, Hernandez?" She inquired, standing close to him. "They must be 'round the end of this path. It's their favorite." His voice still was dragged even though he spoke with enthusiasm. It unnerved Maribel a little, but it didn't bother her all that much to desire him to stop speaking. She liked hearing his voice feel enthusiastic and kind although it's dragged. He lead her into the forest of crabapples and pines. Swooshing through the blooming trees and stepping over the beautiful pink and white flowers that lie sweetly over the stoned ground, that had slits in which lively grass grow through. And the deeper they were into the forest, the more beauty they unveiled. Like warm rays of sunlight streaking through holes from between the trees, exposing the twinkling particles that hovered around the air. Making visible the leaved branches from within the pine trees. And at the end of this road, revealing a small realm filled of coziness. There was a nice stoned bench placed nearby, a wooden dining table, and from behind the table was an easel. There was a half-finished canvas resting on it, but it was being utilized by one of the Smith's. While the other Smith sat on the bench, his legs across it, one of his legs bended and his hand weakly resting over it. He silently contemplated with a smile his brother paint away his feelings over that canvas. "You guys havin' fun?" Interrupted Hernandez. The Smith who was on the bench turned his neck to stare at them. "I think we are." He grinned. "How are you, Maribel?" Maribel blinked awkwardly, but with confidence she answered: "I am very happy. Since I like gardens like these." Hernandez gazed at her and tried his best to keep that in mind for a long time. "Do you like flowers?" Asked Taylor, raising from the bench. Maribel nodded vigorously and watched as Taylor walked past her, grasping her hand on his way into the forest. Hernandez observed as Taylor dragged Maribel away into the forest and decided to sit on the bench and watch Scott. "You paintin' that tree over there, Scott?" He hollered. All Scott could do was nod. Taylor wasn't here to interpret his sign language. But he thought of it as an advantage for he wouldn't have to waste his precious time in expressing his thoughts and be delayed from his painting. Hernandez walked towards him and contemplated the painting from a certain distance. "It's lookin' nice, but you should fix that." Scott stopped the hand where his brush was and inhaled deeply, scaring away Hernandez. "I'll watch from over here, don't worry." Hernandez quaked, nearly running backwards towards the bench.
