Mizzy opened her door and headed down the stairs just as the bundle of energy that masqueraded as Traci opened the door.  Almost screeching her delight Traci wrapped her arms around the man standing on the other side of the door.  Mizzy felt a brief, horrible pang of jealousy at the warmth in that hug before banishing it from her mind as she sauntered lazily down the stairs.<br/><br/>She made a show of passing by the door with an almost bored look on her face as she waved at the newcomer and her eyes carefully evaluated Traci's brother, Heath.<br/><br/><em>Cute</em>was her first thought and<em>Did he dye his hair or something?</em>was her second as she compared his raven black hair to Traci's blonde.  Slim but well muscled and a slightly boyish face looking out from beneath those dark bangs.  Mizzy actually felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into those eyes, deep and green like a dark forest's nestling undergrowth.  The thought startled Mizzy.  She didn't usually think in such poetic form about boys, reserving her most expressive verse for the entries of her diary that dealt with Traci.<br/><br/>But maybe it wasn't that surprising.  Despite the hair, the two siblings looked remarkably like each other and Mizzy felt a familiar pang of regret as she saw Traci's bright smile as she hugged her brother tightly again.  Smiling a bit herself she stood leaning against the hallway wall as they completed their greetings.