Arden's POV:

"Arden and Megan Fox," I read out loud to my twin sister Megan, whose eyes were on the road just as much as my eyes were on this trashy tabloid "Twin daughters of the famous award-winning director Tyler Fox, were spotted outside of the night club, Sphinx, looking fierce in neon Gucci dresses. But what really caught the pap's attention about these fabulous two, was the mysterious man, that accompanied them as they entered the building."

"Rumours have been flying from a possible admirer Megan laughed, making me smile a little as I continued.

"-to a Hollywood agent, no one knows for sure but it's the story that's got everyone talking since the two were last seen leaving their family mansion the next day."

"What have become of the Fox Girls? And does this mystery guy have anything to do with their disappearance? Flip to page 24 for more on the hot topic!"

I chucked the magazine to the backseat as Megan snickered.

Let's get one thing clear: the only reason I bought that shitty magazine at the last gas station we stopped at, was because I looked hot in the photo of us splashed across the cover.

"Gee- what's next?" I commented, popping my pink bubble gum "we should start charging them every time they print off more bullshit about us."

Megan smirked as we slowed to a stop at a red light, the closest thing to a smile that I've seen in months.

"Ten dollars per letter,"

I laughed, feeling happier seeing a small smile on her face.

By the way if you're wondering where we're going, the answer is simple: We're leaving the Hollywood spot-light to go pay our lovely cousin Derek Hale, a surprise visit.

Well, more like move in with him.

Let's just say daddy dearest wasn't too pleased with us at the moment, and the going-to-the-Sphinx-night-club-under-age wasn't helping.

I've never been one to follow rules: that was Meg's thing. I'm always the one coming up with crazy schemes that Meg had no choice but to follow, just to save her twins ass if she needs to.

She's a good sister.

Besides, Derek was the one who got us busted three nights ago for going to the Sphinx under age: it's just karma.

As we gained more speed from a green light, I changed the station we were just listening to, to a local channel.

"-Now we'll be playing the latest hit from Arizona, and the most talked about song of the year "Trying too hard" on 101.1!"

Immediately I turned to another station before the first second of the bloody song played, but out of the corner of my pretty amber eyes, I could see Megan's shoulders stiff, her arms slightly shaking and the small smile vanished faster than a shadow on a sunny day.

Arizona, the pop-rock band was a sore subject to Meg. She had been dating lead singer Jeremy Red for six months, okay no, you can't technically call on-again, off-again, "dating", until she found out he was cheating on her. With an underwear model; the dumb slut believed him when he said they weren't "really dating".

To make matters worse, Jeremy wrote a song about Meg after they had a really ugly fight over the phone when she confronted him about it: Trying too hard.

Written all about how Meg was always jealous when he talked to other girls, her insecurity about how she looked and how she was always a buzz kill "trying too hard" to be fun.

Want to know the worst part about this? The song has been number one on the Top 50 countdown for six weeks now, starting the day after Meg and Jeremy's fight made the front page.

Believe me, as soon as I found out that asshole did to her, I drove over to his house and spray-painted a (pretty good if I do say so myself) picture of the man's anatomy and wrote "Jeremy" on it and slashed his tires. That, mint condition, little red mustang of his never saw it coming.

But here's the kicker: Meg's considering taking him back.

Passing a huge "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign, I watched Meg fiddle with a gold, heart and key necklace absently. Jeremy gave her that necklace after they've been dating for three months.

I know Meg, and when she starts to fiddle with that stupid necklace, it means she's considering trying the relationship again and if she's still wearing that thing after this whole shitty month, then she still loves him.

This is why I was also hoping that by visiting Derek, (Meg's favourite family member besides me of course) he would cheer her up knock some sense into her. Jeremy was a tool: She deserved a guy who was going to treat her right.

I wanted to say something to comfort her as we drove in an awkward silence through the heart of Beacon Hills, I really did, but my words of comfort were much like salt on a wound.

So instead of making her more upset, I simply asked Meg "Want to stop for ice cream?"