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Emily's P.O.V. June 29th.

"Oh my gosh, we have to wear flip-flops; you know, keep the tradition going." I said into the phone. Jazz just invited me to see Eclipse, but not just at any time. We were going to see it at Midnight later.

"Duh. Flip-flops or boots. I am well aware." Jazz said, and I could see her staring at me with that 'duh' look in her face. That's what I love about Jazz - she doesn't talk with her eyes or hands like most people; she talks with her whole body.

"Well, since it's JUNE, I'm going with flip-flops." I said, so wishing we were talking in person so I could give her my cocky grin right about now.

"I'm just saying."

"I know. Well, I'll be at your house at about eight, 'kay?" I asked, making sure.

"Yupp. See ya!"

I hang up and put my Palm Pixi in my pocket. I thought to myself 'I am so glad I didn't throw you at my step-dad.' And yes, I was talking to my phone. Problem?

Didn't think so.

I packed my bag. Eye drops, Aspirin, clothes, money. And I was actually ready to go.

I walked out of my house and walked to her house, thinking and humming "Your Guardian Angel" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It was in the Eclipse soundtrack, and the first time I heard it I cried. It's so sweet.

I was at her house and she opened the door before I got there. "Um, stalkerish much?" I asked, giving her that cocky smile I wanted to give her earlier.

"Look, shut up, I don't have a life, okay?" She smiled at me too and I walked in, setting my bag on her stairs.

"If I had one, I would let you borrow it." I said, then I grabbed a can of Coke.

"Haha, funny." Jazz said sarcastically.

I plopped down on her couch. "So, what are we doing until Midnight?"

"Well, since you asked, Emolee, we are going to write."

"Write what, exactly?"

"A love story."

I was still waiting for the point. "Abouuuuuut?" I taunted.

"Heehee." She smiled like she was about to do something I was not going to like. I then got it.

"Oh, hell no! We are not writing a love story about you and Andy. Not happening. I still want to strangle him, you do know that right?" I stood up.

"Yeah, I know. But what can be the harm in fantasizing?"

"I'll tell you the harm about fantasizing! First, you'll write it down. Then, you start dreaming about it. Then, you start thinking that maybe it will happen. And then, the last step is that he breaks your God damn heart by never doing what you fantasized! So no, Jazz, I will not let you do that to yourself!"

"I know what I'm getting myself into. It doesn't matter." She protested.

"Look. No. I will rip it up. I will eat it and spit out the pieces, and then I will burn them and then shove it up a gutter. So, I'll tell you what. No."

She looked at me like she was about to start laughing and suddenly her shoulders seemed less tense. "Bitch," she said, and then fell on the floor laughing.

I stood over her and couldn't help but laugh.

I put my hand out to help her up and she took it. I started laughing.

"Don't laugh at me. We're going to see Eclipse later!"

"Yeah. And Taylor-Fucking-Sexy-Lautner!" I screamed.

Neither of us could wait to see the movie.

Three_Hours_Later

"Oh my gosh, I cannot believe we are seeing the Midnight showing of Eclipse!" I squealed to Jazz. Why? Because I'm a teenage girl who wants to see Taylor without a shirt on. What can I say? He is a sexy beast.

"Oh my gosh, I cannot believe that that sexy circle of males is looking at us funny!" Jazz squealed.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"See that circle of abnormally pale guys?" Jazz asked, pointing subtly at them.

"Yes!" In fact, I saw them and thought about them! Damn, they were sexy! There were four, and they made more of a square, but whatever.

One had blonde hair and blue eyes and was so pale, it was chalky white. Were they dressing up? Was it chalk? It looked like I could just rub it off. The other had black hair and icy blue eyes, harsh eyes even. Mine and his connected, and they seemed to give me a warning "go away" a male voice said in my head.

Wait, WHAT?

I didn't recognize the voice, and no one moved their lips that I saw...

"Did you hear that?" I asked, whispering and trying to move my lips as little as possible.

"Hear what?" Jazz asked, looking at me funny. "I didn't hear a thing. Well, besides the hum of people talking, but that's about it."

That's it. My brain randomly picked out a conversation and listened in on it, that's all. The black-haired-blue-eyed guy did not just send me a message telepathically, because that is impossible, and I'm not going insane-

"Anything is possible." The voice said again. The same voice.

"Okay, please tell me you heard that!" I frantically whispered, more panicked.

"Emily, are you okay? Do we need to get you a certain med-"

"Um, never mind. I think I just need water, it's really hot in here." I said, desperately hoping it was true.

Jazz headed off to find a worker and I shot looks at the black-haired-blue-eyed guy. He gave me a provocative smile and walked over here with his blonde-haired-blue-eyed friend.

"Hi!" I said, maybe a little too happy.

"Um, hey. My name is Blake and this is my brother, Damen." The black-haired one said.

"Hey, so, are you gay or something? Seeing Eclipse? I mean, really?" Oh my gosh, did I really just say that? That was so rude! What if they aren't! I felt very rude and blushed immediately. "I am so sorry for-"

Blake stopped me. He was smiling. "No, it's okay. I'm actually here to feel the joys - yet again - of being a third wheel, and Damen is here with his girlfriend."

Damen seemed really distracted. Probably looking for his girlfriend.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, that was offensive."

"Trust me, none taken." He smiled at me and we brushed elbows.

"Thank you for your forgiveness?" I asked, bewildered. What do I do now?

"It's okay Emily, all is forgotten." Damen said, and I wondered how old he was.

And how he knew my name.