Disclaimer;

This piece is a work of fiction. FanFiction. While this is mostly original work, I do not own any of the characters from Adventure Time. Only the ones I'm making up.

Forewarning;

If you have not read I'm Just Your Problem, Baby parts of this may not make any sense to you. This is a sequel. While you aren't required to read the first part, it is a little bit long, you may find yourself very confused at some points.

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It was a normal day, the week before the semester started. I was going into my third year at college, along with my sister. I was going to a school up north, six hours away from my hometown. My family had always lived in an isolated area, far away from most other people. We didn't live in a neighborhood, and my one of my parents always drove me to and from school. My parents, well, they weren't really much for socializing. My mom wasn't, at the very least.

"Get too close to anyone, they aren't going to do anything but distract you from you really should be doing," She used to always say to my siblings and me. "Focus on yourself. You're the only one who can make you really happy."

She was kind of a bitter woman, with a lot of bite and nastiness to her. She tried to raise us to all be fiercely independent, not to have to rely on anybody else in the world. Including our parents. I thought it was ironic, sometimes, that despite all that my parents were always together. They never left each other's side.

I was a junior at college, along with my sister, Chelsea. We'd been together since the day we were born, separated only by three minutes. She was a beautiful young woman, with wavy dark black hair that she kept cut just underneath her ears. Her eyes were a calming dark brown sitting underneath her two thin, perfectly curved eyebrows and she had this sharp little nose that jutted out just the tiny bit and flawless skin. I don't think I had ever seen a blemish on her.

She was a bit taller than I was, about an inch I think. It didn't help that she often wore heels and I often wore… well, sneakers. Cliché, I know. She had much more patience than me, though, putting a lot of time and thought into her appearance. Me? I was perfectly happy to leave the house in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

But she would wake up an hour and a half earlier than I did, every single morning to get ready. She would have an often already laid out from the night before. She'd get up and go take a twenty-minute shower. Then, she'd carefully, carefully dab herself dry with a clean towel. She was meticulous and vigilant with her makeup appliance, zeroing in on every detail she added to her face. Even on days where all we were planning to do was sit in the house and watch netflix.

And then there was me, the twin sister who was not nearly as beautiful. My hair, unlike my sisters, was bright orangey-red. It was straight, for the most part, save for the tiny little curly alfalfa I had just above my forehead. Most of the time, it spent it's life bobby-pinned down to my head. My family always made a habit of poking fun at it whenever I forgot.

I had bright green eyes. "Like the forest", my mom used to tell me, with a smile on her face. I had thicker eyebrows than my sister, a little bit like Cara DeLevingne. I was freckly, so much frecklier than my sister. I wasn't anywhere close to as graceful as she was either. Every movement I took could only really be described as hulky or crude. I took big long steps when I walked, my arms always swinging by my sides. I had a constant frown on my face, even if I was in a good mood.

Despite our differences, however, we had almost identical faces. Our parents often wondered if we were supposed to be identical twins but got confused along the way. Our eyes were both oval-shaped, round but thin towards the end. We both had small ears that were easy to hide inside our hair. Both of us had a thick upper lip, but a thin bottom lip. Chelsea had a small black little birthmark underneath her left eye, while I had a similar one underneath my right eye.

On this particular day, a week before school actually started, Chelsea and I had been moving some things into our newly shared apartment. Our school had required that we live on campus our freshmen and sophomore years. The second we could get out of those damned dorms, we ran like our heels were on fire. Not that dorm life was horrible. We had been each others roommates for the two years, and had always managed to get along. The luxury of getting to take a shower, without a bug running through the stall, or the hot water suddenly disappearing, and not having to walk all the way back in nothing but your towel carrying that little bag of toiletries with you, was something I was never going to take for granted again. On top of that, having your own kitchen, where you can store your own food and actually make meals? That was truly godsend.

We had finished unpacking, for the most part. There were a few boxes here and there in my room and the living room. Chelsea had gotten some of her guy friends (boys from the football team, I think) to help us move all of our stuff in. Thank the lord, because it would've taken us days if it was just her and me.

I had decided to take a trip out of the house, not wanting to be stuck inside all day. I had gone for a short walk around campus, while it was still warm out. Come October, the cold weather hit this school like a bulldozer. Soon, I'd be struggling just to walk to class without being knocked over by the strong gusts of wind into the two feet tall snow covering the ground.

I was sitting in the library, trying to read a book. Jane Eyre. A great read, if you haven't read it before. This was my third time reading it. I was snuggling up in a huge, comfy brown chair. My backpack lay on the ground beneath me, pressed against my idle leg. My other leg was tucked underneath me, my shoes on the ground in front of the chair. I had earbuds on, the soft sounds of a single piano caressing my ears at a low volume level, helping me tune out the outside world without completely obstructing my ability to hear.

I idly noticed as a person sat in the chair across from me, not picking my eyes up from my book. They gave a small groan and stretched their legs out onto the table in between us. I heard them rustle through their backpack before pulling something out. I soon figured it was a laptop when I heard them furiously typing away.

With dull interest, I lifted my eyes up. They were wearing a pair of dark colored tims and black jeans. It was a girl, I could tell by the thinness of her legs. My eyes reached their way up to the girls face, only to find her looking back at me, with a smile.

Her eyes were as blue as the sky on a clear day. It was almost as if her pupils were the sun itself, bright with some unspoken amusement. She had an easy, lazy grin on her face as she looked back at me. Her silk-like black hair was done up in a big messy bun, on the very top of her head. She was wearing a red-flannel shirt, underneath a thin black hooded jacket. She had on black-rimmed glasses, her eyes seeming to glint as she looked back at me.

Embarrassed, I closed my book, shoved it into my backpack, and quickly walked out of the library. I could practically feel her watch me as I left, and when I reached the door I dared to glance back.

She had an eyebrow raised at me, as if she was watching something interesting, not just noticing how befuddled and frazzled I was by my own behavior. I walked back to my apartment in a daze. I didn't remember anything about the walk back, only the heat I felt on my cheeks and how my head seemed to be spinning.

I didn't even notice that my sister was talking to me when I had entered the apartment. I simply walked to my room and sat down on my bed, staring at the ugly blue carpet floor.

"Kelsey!" My sister shouted, suddenly standing right in front of me. I blinked, surprised, and looked up at her. She frowned down at me while she spoke. "I've been trying to tell you something for ten minutes. Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm fine," I said, shaking my head. "Just a little tired."

"Tired?" She said, her frown deepening. "I was about to tell you about a party, though."

"Tell me, tell me," I encouraged, patting the bed next to me. She smiled at me, sitting down beside me.

"Derrick said-" Chelsea said, with a huge smile. "You remember Derrick?"

"Derrick the Junior, lacrosse guy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, him," She said, happily. "Well, apparently the boys lacrosse team is throwing a party at their seniors house. And Derrick said we could come. Actually, he insists that we make an appearance."

"Seriously?" I said, surprised. "Normally it's just them and the girls team, isn't it?"

"What can I say?" She said, with a confident grin. "It helps to be good looking."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "We look the same."

"And I'll be damned if you don't manage to get some tail tonight," She said, wiggling her eyebrows. "You're a damn good looking girl, if I do say so myself. Maybe wear your hair down, take off your glasses."

"I'm not looking for any tail, tonight." I said, frowning. "I don't mind going to a party though. I could use the distraction."

"Distraction? Uh oh." She said, frowning back at me, worry in her eyes. "Something happened. Don't lie to me; I'm your sister. I can tell when you lie."

"No, nothing happened," I said, sighing.

"It can't be nothing if you look this confused," She said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You can tell me anything, seriously."

"There seriously isn't anything to tell," I said, shrugging. "There was this girl in the library, absolutely gorgeous. But she was just… looking at me. It was weird."

"Maybe she likes you," My sister said, nudging me in the side with a smile. "I did just say you were pretty hot."

"The likely hood of some randomly smoking girl being interested in me is zero to none." I said, shaking my head. "Let's be real; the probability of any random girl being interested in me is pretty low. No one on this campus really screams 'I like girls'."

"Oi, don't be such a pessimist." Chelsea said, springing up from my bed to stand in front of me. "I've got a feeling. Something good is going to happen tonight, and it's going to happen to you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah!" she repeated, enthusiastically. "Maybe your mystery girl will be there."

"And what about you?" I asked back.

"Hey, you finding someone to hook up with, left off some steam," She said, rolling her eyes as she walked out of my bedroom door. "Trust me. That's good for me too."

"Shut up," I groaned as she left, laughing.

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Four hours later, at about 8 o'clock PM, we had made our way over to the party. It had taken almost all of those four hours for Chelsea to get ready. She had some thick, black eyeliner on, and red lipstick. Clad in a simple black romper, with white and blue designs, and a pair of silver heels, she looked about ready to hit the runway, or show up to a college kegger.

I, on the other hand, was dressed simply. Black jeans, a white tank top, and a blue and white checkered long sleeve tied around my waist. My long hair was in high pony tail on the back of my head and I was still wearing my glasses. I had a pair of comfortable white converse on, silently hoping that they didn't get too dirty.

I could hear music and loud voices before we had even walked inside. At this moment, I desperately wished that I had downed half a bottle of vodka before we had arrived. There was no way I was making it through this sober.

"I really wish I had downed half a bottle of vodka before we got here," Chelsea said with a frown. We were at the front door now, after walking up a small hill of stairs. "I don't think I can get through this, sober."

"Funny," I said, my own frown mirroring hers as I eyed the dirty interior of the house after opening the door. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"Hey, let's go look for Derrick," She said, encouragingly patting me on the arm. "I'm sure it'll be fun once we find someone we know."

Within the next thirty seconds, I had lost my sister to a crowd of sweaty bodies and alcohol breath. I didn't even bother calling for her, she wouldn't have been able to hear me. In retrospect, it might've been smarter to grab the end of her shirt, like I used to do when we were little kids.

The last I saw of her, her black hair was bouncing away further and further away from me, leaving me alone in a sea of people I didn't know. Now, don't get me wrong. I am not the super anti-social kind, but I've never really done well around people I don't know.

I glanced around, silently hoping and praying someone I knew had decided to come here tonight. I bobbed and weaved, keeping an open eye out, but to no avail. Eventually, I made my way to the homes disgusting kitchen. Lucky for me, there was a plethora of alcoholic beverages to make myself a quick drink with.

I got myself one of those cliché red solo cups, filled it three quarters with cranberry juice and the rest with a strong bottle of Smirnoff. I got a straw, a little bit of ice, and took a sip. It was blegh but not overly so.

Feeling satisfied, I continued to walk around, taking occasional big gulps from my drink. I walked around for over an hour, dancing by myself every once in a while, making idle chat with some people, dodging overly eager boys who (unfortunately) had no way of knowing that I would be interested in them.

I put my drink down on a table, for a second, to fix my shirt. It was slipping off of my waist, and I didn't want to drop it on the wet floor. I fixed my shirt and looked up and around, once again hoping that someone I knew was here or that Chelsea would suddenly appear.

That was when I saw her. The unbelievably gorgeous human being from the earlier in the library, idly chatting with two boys that oddly looked similar to her and another girl. Her long black hair fell just below her waist, not confined in the same bun it was before. It flowed around her like it was the night itself, wavy and soft and easy. It contrasted against her pale white skin and her bright, bright, bright sky blue eyes.

She wasn't wearing anything particularly special, something told me that she had just thrown on whatever was at the top of her laundry. A baseball tee, with a solid white torso and dark blue shoulders and arms, and a light blue jean shorts, covering half of her rest of her toned, muscular leg was left on display for everyone to see. She had taken off her glasses, her eyes sparkling at full strength. She wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, which struck me as odd, but she made it look so natural.

She lifted one of her dainty hands, with perfectly manicured fingers, to brush some hair off of her neck, small beads of sweat falling down and into her shirt. She laughed, her teeth perfectly straight and ivory white, before her eyes landed on me. She gave me a confused squint and I suddenly realized I had been staring. She smiled.

I turned away from her, quickly, not having even realized I had been staring at her. I went to pick my drink back up and made to walk out of the house. It was a real task, however, since so many bodies were packed so close together.

I had spilled half of my drink before I made it to the back door that lead to a small yard and a sparkling pool. I took in a deep breath with my mouth, the first one in an hour and a half that didn't taste like beer and sweat. My throat was dry and parched and I lifted my red plastic cup to my lips.

Unceremoniously, the cup was flung from my hands. It flew several feet in front of me before dropping into the pool. The red beverage left the cup, contaminating the perfectly blue water. Confused, I looked to see what had caused my drink to go flying from me, mentally prepared to slap someone upside the head.

"That was roofie'd," An oddly melodic voice said, with a thin British accent. Standing before me was the same girl from earlier, standing easily two inches above me. Her mouth formed a crooked line on her face as she looked at me, obviously displeased. "Definitely didn't want that, trust me."

"Huh?" I managed to intelligently blurt out.

"Don't you know the golden rule of parties?" She said, frowning at me. "Don't put your drink down. And if you do, you don't try to drink it later. Some guy tried to drug you."

"Oh," I said, blinking at her. Of course I knew that rule, how could I have been so stupid? Her blue eyes looked as though they were piercing through my soul, and I had trouble coming up with something smart to say back besides; "Woops."

"Yeah, big woops," She said, with a small chuckle. Her smile was the most dazzling thing I'd ever seen, her white teeth almost blinding me. "You have any friends here?"

"Uh, I did," I said, frowning deeply.

"Did?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Parties aren't really a place to just be by yourself. Self-preservation, dude."

"I came with my sister, who went looking for her friend," I said, my shoulders sagging. "I lost her an hour and a half ago."

"An hour?" She said, with a laugh. "How have you managed to stay alive so long?"

"Honestly?" I said, my own laugh bubbling in my chest, slipping out in small amounts. "I have no idea."

"You know what," She said, with a grin. My heart stopped at her smile. "You hang with me tonight. No one's going to get to you under my watchful eye."

"Uh… okay," I said, blinking at her once again. She shook her head and laughed, knowingly.

"It's the grin, right?" She asked, her smile not leaving her face. "It's a family trait. It can get anybody."

"Oh," I said, unsure of how to respond. After a moment I just laughed and said; "Glad it's not just me."

"It's not," She laughed again. The sound bounced around in my ears like a little red ball in a white room. "All generations and all ages have fallen victim to the smile. Trust me."

"I guess I'm going to have to," I said, with a small smile of my own.

"C'mon," She said, grabbing my forearm. Her cold fingers wrapped around my small wrist, and electricity pulsated through my body. It shocked straight through my lungs and my heart, sending my fingertips on fire as I became flushed. She quickly looked back and blinked at me. She looked at me for a second before turning around quickly, looking ahead of her. She let out a small curse underneath her breath; "Jesus Christ…"

She led me back into the house, weaving herself and I easily through the thick amount of people. With a small note of interest, I noticed that she was simply shoving them out of her way and giving them a dirty look to keep them from saying anything.

Soon, we were back in the same place I had seen her standing before. The two young men were still there, as was the young woman, but they were now accompanied by another boy.

"Oi!" She shouted in their direction. They all turned, curiosity quickly growing on their faces when they saw me. "We've got a little stray to take care of."

"Who's this?" A boy with a beard asked.

"This… this is…" she started, before giving me a look. "I don't know your name yet."

"I'm Kelsey," I said, nervously.

"This is Kelsey," She said, triumphantly. "And she just almost got roofie'd."

"Don't tell me it was that good for nothing, Chris," The other girl sighed, shaking her head, an annoyed sigh escaping her lips. "Me and him are going to have a talk, I swear to god. He always tries shit like that."

"This is Kathleen," The girl said, introducing the young woman. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, with evenly tanned skin. She was taller than I was, but shorter than the black haired girl. She had long limbs, thin legs, and skinny arms. She had thin eyebrows over her brown eyes, and thin lips. I think thin was really the only word think up to describe her. She wasn't unhealthily skinny, but... well, she was thin. "Kathleen Merten. One of the nicest nasty people you'll ever meet."

"I'm Eugene and this is my brother, Dean," One of the taller boys said, jutting his thumb out to the boy that looked similar to him. The two boys had strawberry blonde hair, and looked extremely similar. "We're twins."

"Ah," I said, nodding. Made sense.

"They're my cousins," the black haired girl said, and then I understood the semblance. Their faces were similar, minus the fact that one of them had a small mustache and both boys had chocolate brown eyes. They were both taller than the black haired girl too, standing probably at about six foot three or six foot four.

"Eugene," One of them said, holding up his hand, and I noticed that he was wearing a pink clip in his hair, holding back his bangs.

"Dean," The other, mustached boy, said, nodding at me politely. He had a birthmark underneath his eyes. Perfect, I had a way of telling them apart.

"And now you know which is which," Kathleen said, with a small laugh. "But no one will blame you if you get them confused. We still do."

"That's Frank," The girl continued, pointing to a boy with long messy brown hair, and a full beard. He had hazel eyes that almost looked more gold-yellow. He looked a little bit like one of those guys that wore camo all the time and talked about how much game they got in a hunting trip.

"Yes, I do hunt," He said, with a laugh. I blinked, surprised. Could he read minds? "Most people think that when they look at me for the first time. Your face says it all."

"Oh, haha," I said, laughing nervously.

"He's a big teddy bear, I promise," Kathleen said, laughing loudly. "The only thing scary about him is his appearance."

"And I'm Serana," the black haired girl finally finished, with a somewhat boyish grin. My heart stopped again and I swallowed a thick wet breath. "Funny, we've already met but I never told you my name."

"Do you guys all go to Ooo University?" I asked, in an attempt to start conversation and take my mind off of how unfairly gorgeous this girl before me was.

"Yep," Serana said, with a smile and a grin. "Die hards here."

"What year are you guys in?" I continued, sure a confused look was on my face since I wasn't completely sure what a 'die hard' was.

"We're freshmen," Eugene said, patting Dean on the shoulder. "Same as Serana."

"Junior," Franklin said, with a shrug. "Means I have to watch after all these little kids."

"I'm a sophomore," Kathleen said, taking a sip from her drink. She scrunched her nose up and grunted in disgust. "What is this?"

"Beer," Serana said, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I hate beer," Kathleen said, frowning as she looked at her drink.

"You poured that yourself," Serana said, frowning at her older friend. "I even told you that you didn't like beer, but you insisted."

"My friend, I do not even remember that happening," She said, blinking at Serana. It was about then that I noticed how red her cheeks were and how hooded her eyes had become. "In fact… how did we get here?"

"Great," Serana mumbled. "And so it begins."

"What begins?" I asked under my breath, confused.

"Life as the only sober friend at the party." Serana said, with a sigh. "Fun parts over."

"Well, I'm pretty sober," I said, a small shrug following.

"So, you haven't had too much vodka?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How did you know I was drinking vodka?" I asked, blinking with surprise as she shrugged.

"I can smell it on your breath," She said, with a smile on her face. "Strong stuff."

"Well, no, I haven't had too much," I said, her smile forcing one onto my own face. "I hadn't even gotten through a cup before you flung it half way to China."

"Brilliant," She said, with a crooked smile. "I knew there was something I liked about you. Even if I did catch you staring at me, in the library."

"Oh my god," I said, my face suddenly turning bright red. I quickly glanced around, only to realize that the rest of her friends were busy in their own conversations. "I wasn't staring. I was looking for a second because you sat down there."

"Hey, don't sweat it," She said, with a low chuckle that definitely reverberated in her chest. I say definitely because it was in mine as well. "I've got that affect on people. It's a family trait, like I said. My uncle, Eugene and Deans dad, he does it even better. Man's gotten more tail than a group of kitsune."

"Huh?" I blinked, unsure of what that meant. I choose to just chuckle lightly and say; "I'm going to assume that it's pretty deadly, then."

"Don't even get me started," She said, with a loud laugh. Her friends looked back at us with raised eyebrows, before going back to their own business with small smiles. She brushed some of her hair from her face and I suddenly had this deep desire to touch it and see how soft it was.

There was a moment of awkward silence, where neither of us really knew what to say next. She scratched the back of her neck and I looked down at the floor. I picked at the cuticles of my nails and she tapped her toes against the ground. We probably stood like that for around five minutes. I spent the whole time desperately trying to think of something to say that wasn't stupid but all I could come up with was; "has anyone ever told you that you've got blue eyes?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you've got a lot of freckles?" She suddenly blurted out. I looked up at her, surprised.

"Uh… yeah, actually," I said, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "I mean, I do have a lot of freckles."

"Do you freckle more in the summer? That's a thing, right?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. For a moment she reminded me of a dog meeting a new person for the first time, evaluating them. "Some people get more freckly in the sun."

"I do, actually," I said, holding back a small laugh.

"How?" She said, her eyebrows shooting up. "I mean, you're pretty full as is."

"Uh, I don't know, more just appear," I said, looking at her as she gave me a strange look. "Are you seriously asking about my freckles and how they function in the summer time?"

"I'm sorry, that's pretty weird, isn't it?" She said, laughing as she scratched the back of her head. "I don't know, I'm just not very good with awkward silences. I always have this aching need to fill it with something. Hey, wanna get out of here?"

"You mean, like, leave the party?" I asked, watching as she grinned with a small tilt of her head.

"Yeah," She said, nodding enthusiastically. "I mean, let's be really honest. Parties aren't all that fun when you're sober and all your friends are doing stuff without you."

"Well, that's true, bu-" I started, before her cold fingers had latched around my wrist. That same electric shock ran through my body, the small little hairs on my skin sticking up. I thought I saw Serana's body shudder just the smallest bit, but I was convinced it was just my imagination.

"C'mon," She said, happily tugging me along with her. "Do you know any cool spots around here? Show a freshman around?"

"Well… there is the water tower…" I said, as we weaved in between bodies.

"Awesome!" She said, pulling me out of the front door and standing us in the middle of the sidewalk. "Where is it?"

"We'd have to drive there, and I didn't bring my car," I said, frowning. "Do you know where the park is?"

"I'll drive," She said as a huge grin spread on her face. "And yeah, I hang there all the time."

"It's just past there, up on that big hill with all the trees," I said, following the younger girl as she walked down the sidewalk. She, slickly, took a key ring out of her backpack and swung it around her pointer finger.

"I'm just around the block," She said, looking back at me over her shoulder. She scanned my face before her smile grew, yet again. "Hey, don't look so scared. I promise, I'm not the scariest person you'll ever meet."

"You've got to admit," I said, twisting my lips and scrunching my eyebrows. "Having you just pull me out of a party to go somewhere isolated… it's a little shady. You could be a serial killer, for all I know."

"True," She said, with a bright smile that lit up the night. "But you also don't know anything about me. This could become the most exciting night of your life."

"Or my last," I said, frowning as we turned the corner of the block.

"Or both," She said, laughing loudly, her voice deep but melodic. She stopped in front of a new looking motorcycle. It was black, with red linings and oddly shiny red pipes. The seats were black, and when she put her keys in, there was a red under glow. "Here we are."

"Oh, no, no, no," I said, backing away. I pointed at the thing, horror on my face, and said; "I will not ride on that thing."

"It's totally safe, I promise," She said, giving me a disappointed look. "I didn't have you pegged as a scaredy-cat."

"I'm someone who likes to be able to breathe and use all of my body parts when I want to." I argued, frowning back at her.

"If it wasn't safe, I wouldn't offer to let you ride on it with me," She said, raising an eyebrow. "I've even got a helmet you can wear."

"A helmet isn't going to protect my rib cage, my legs, my arms, my spine, my -" I began to rant, taking another step away from the bike.

"And a careful attitude isn't going to protect you from anything truly harmful," She said, with a small sigh. "I think the most dangerous thing you could possibly do is decide not to live. And I'm offering you a chance to live."

"I am living, thank you very much," I scoffed, with a small snort. I folded my arms and glared at her. She raised her eyebrows at me, with surprise and a small smirk. "I came to this party, didn't I? I could've stayed home tonight."

"Parties are so meticulous." She said, rolling her eyes. She leaned her upper body against the handlebars, her chin in her hand as she looked at me. "Don't you want to experience something new and different? Memories are the best way of measuring a good life."

"A good life is a long lived life," I argued. "Which might not happen if I get on that bike with you."

"People can live a long time without being happy," She said, with a shrug. "And a good life is a life lived with abundant happiness. But, if you don't want to come with me, that's fine. I won't force you."

"Good," I said, harrumphing lightly, shrugging my shoulders triumphantly.

"But, you've got to find another way of entertaining me for the night," She said, her heart stopping, star-shining grin in ample affect as she spoke to me.

"I don't think I have to do anything for you," I managed to grumble out, looking at the ground beneath me.

"Oh come on," She said, sounding genuinely disappointed. "I'm the only one putting any effort into forming this friendship. I'm starting to think that maybe you just don't like me."

"I don't even really know you," I said, looking back at her. Her light blue eyes glittered against the dark, black night like sapphire stars. "And for that matter, you don't really know me."

"I'm Serana Lee Abadeer," She said, standing in front of me. She stuck out her hand and said; "I'm eight teen years old, the second of two children, a freshman in college. I barely graduated out of high school and I've got an overbearing parent who often can't keep their nose out of my business. I'm an aspiring musician, a side writer and someone who just wants to live their life without regrets. Good to meet you."

"I'm Kelsey Lucille Pillion," I said, taking her hand in my own. The electricity felt like a lightning bolt this time, threatening to make me pass out. "I'm twenty years old, a junior in college, one of three children, graduated high school with average grades. I don't play any sports, but I used to play soccer. I've got a parent who doesn't care enough and a parent who cares too much, and it's always created a strange dynamic in my home. I don't really have any real aspirations yet, but I'm hoping I'll become inspired someday. And hopefully, make a lot of money."

"Eyes on the prize, eh?" She said, with a playful grin. She reached up to her hair and pulled a hair tie off of her wrist that I hadn't noticed before. In a few quick motions, she twisted her long hair into a big messy bun on top of her hair, much like I had seen her wear before. "Well, now we know each other. So, what do you do for fun?"

"Fun?" I said, frowning as I thought. "I don't really know. I'm more of a solitary person."

"Solitary, huh?" She said, her smile only growing. "So was my mom, at some point. Nothing wrong with being independent. We can always just go for a walk. See the scenery?"

"Sure," I said, unopposed to the idea. I shrugged lightly, kicking at a pebble. I couldn't help but wonder why she was choosing to spend the night with me, out of anybody else in the world. But I wasn't going to question it. "That sounds fine."

"You're still suspicious of me, aren't you?" She said, bending at the waist to lean over and look at my face. I blinked at her, looking up. She bent back up, her hands behind her back and smiled. "I bet you're wondering why I'm hanging out with you instead of staying with my friends, right?"

I blinked at her again, twice, wondering if she was reading my mind. She stood in front of me, her black hair shining against the moonlight. Her blue eyes were like a lighthouse, guiding me through the dark, sparkling with playfulness and amusement. Her pale skin stuck out against the blackness of the night. Her bare feet stood on the ground, rocking from her heels to her toes and back again, as she tilted her head while she looked at me. A few straggling hairs fell to the side with her.

"Well, yeah, I mean, we haven't really known each other that long," I said, after a long moments of silence. I looked back down at the ground, kicking another stray pebble, my hands in my pockets. "It's not like I'm very interesting, anyways."

"It's because you have this lonely look in your eyes," She said, blunt and honest. I looked back up at her, a deep frown settling on my face. "I don't know. There's just something about you that kind of makes me want to give you a big hug and tell you that you're not alone. Even if I just met you."

"Are you confessing to me?" I said, with a small snicker. She laughed with me, shaking her head lightly.

"I wouldn't go that far," She said, her laugh ringing in my ears like soft bells. "But I would like to be friends. Even if you don't think you're very interesting, I think I can prove you wrong."

"Is that a bet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. "That's an almost impossible task you're setting yourself up for."

"Seriously?" She said, her laugh even brighter than before as she leaned her head back slightly. "You're awfully self-degrading, aren't you?"

"If that's another way of saying realistic," I said, with a shrug and a grin, unable to stop myself from smiling. "I'm just telling the truth. Trust me."

"Trust you?" She said, raising an accusatory eyebrow as she began to take steps backwards. Without even thinking, I found myself walking with her. "I barely know you."

And so, we began walking, with only the moonlight and light grey sidewalk guiding us. She was a little bit hectic, jumping from topic to topic faster than I could even think. She could jump from talking about the weather to asking me my opinion on 'popular music these days' at the drop of a hat. Sometimes I would be confused how the conversation had suddenly taken a 180 in another direction, and just look at her before I could come up with an answer.

She was kind of spazzy too. Something on her body was always moving as we walked. Sometimes she started bouncing up and down on her toes, other times she was doing tiny little dances with her fingers. Her head was kind of always snapping around, as if she was surveying the area.

I think the most distinct feature on her, however, was the fact that she never stopped smiling. Sometimes she wouldn't be looking at me, and I'd say something, and she'd just turn around with this huge grin on her face. Like whatever I had said had been the most awe-inspiring, funny, amazing thing she had heard since the day she was born. And all I had told her was that I had had a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch the day before. Her eyes were always glittering, and happy.

At some point, after we had been walking for about an hour, she turned to look at a house with a surprised look.

"Oh," She said, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" I said, looking at the house, trying to figure out what was so interesting about it. It was a normal, simple house. It was white, two stories high, with a small porch.

"This is my place," She said, laughing. "We must've walked at least 3 miles."

"Your place?" I asked, as we stood in front of the house. "Aren't you a freshman?"

"Yeah," She said, tilting her head to the side as she spook, like a puppy. "Oh, right. Most freshman are supposed to stay on campus, right?"

"Yeah," I said, frowning. "So…?"

"I've technically got a dorm room, I think," She said, shrugging. "They gave me a single, so I just decided to live with my brother instead."

"You have a brother?" I asked, somewhat surprised. For some reason, she seemed like the single child type.

"Yep," She said, popping the end of the word off her lips. "An older brother. Graduated three years ago. He's getting his graduate degree here."

"Ah," I said, with a small nod. "And so he let's you stay at his house."

"Well, he's actually not here most of the time," She said, with another small shrug, smiling. "He's a real lab rat, almost never leaves. Not quite sure what he wants to be, but he loves sciency stuff. He'd probably live in a lab, if he could."

"I take it you're not as into 'sciency' stuff?" I said, laughing at the word.

"Oh, god no," She said, in mock horror. "I hate science. I don't get it, one bit. Makes zero sense to me. I'm a music person. Music and science? Not exactly the same thing. At all."

"No, I guess they aren't," I laughed as she spoke. She looked at me, with this odd smile on her face, before she spoke up again.

"Do you want to come inside?" She asked, pointing a thumb towards her home. "I mean, I'm not really going to walk all the way back to the party, and I can't let you walk around late at night all alone."

"Oh, I'll be fine if I walk back," I said, not wanting to intrude on her personal space. I knew she was being polite inviting me inside, but there was no way she actually wanted someone coming into her home so late at night, without any kind of prior warning. "It's not too far."

"That's ridiculous," She said, rolling her eyes at me. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her key ring. "I'm not asking anymore. Come inside."

"I… well, okay." I said, unsure of how to argue with her. To be honest, I really did want to just go to bed, and I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't fall asleep on the walk back. "As long as you promise you aren't a serial killer, leading me inside to murder me."

"I promise," She said, holding a hand on her heart as she walked towards the front stairs of her home. I, tentatively, followed her, the wooden boards creaking underneath my feet as we approached her front door.

In one swift motion, she turned her keys and opened her door. We walked in, the home dark. There wasn't a single light on. She led me through the house and I followed closely, not wanting to lose her in the dark. She turned to look at me over her shoulders, and I could see her eyes even through the darkness.

"My rooms right here," She said, leading me into a room to the right of the main hallway. She flicked on a light, and I blinked painfully.

"It's… a little more pink than I thought it would be," I said, honestly. Sure enough, her walls had been painted bright bubblegum princess pink. The comforter on her king sized bed was white, with several pink and white pillows. Her bed was pressed against the wall, underneath a rather large window. Her drapes were black, stark against the rest of her room.

She had a desk pressed against the left most wall. A laptop was sitting on top of it, along with several different school supplies. Next to that was a small assortment of instruments; A ukulele, two guitars (one red and acoustic, the other white and electric, sitting next to a small amplifier), a banjo, a drum set and what looked like a didgeridoo. There were a couple posters on the wall, all of different bands. All Time Low, Walk The Moon, Cage The Elephant, Foster the People, Forever the Sickest Kids and TEAM.

"You can sleep on the bed, if you want," She offered, moving to a closet door on the right. She opened the door and pulled out a blanket and extra pillows. "I've got an air mattress in here I can use."

"No, that's ridiculous," I said, shaking my head. "I'm a guest here. I can take the air mattress."

"Well, I'm the host," She said, raising an eyebrow at me. She reached back into the closet and pulled out the air mattress and a pump. "And I'm going to be courteous to my guest and take the air mattress."

"You're not seriously going to be that polite, are you?" I said, in disbelief. "That's a little bit absurd."

"What's wrong with being polite?" She said, with a small pout on her lips. "I'm just trying to be nice. Are you seriously going to fault me for wanting to be kind?"

"Well, no, I guess not, but-" I started, uncertainly.

"Oi, oi, oi," She stopped me, shaking her with vigor. "No buts. Besides, the air mattress is actually pretty comfortable."

"Fine," I said, sighing with defeat.

"Awesome," She said, her face brightening with her small victory.

"Are you from England?" I suddenly asked, taking a seat on her bed.

"Ah, the accent," She said, smiling at me. "Well, technically no, I'm from an area close to England. My mother is English, however, and we visit there pretty often."

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Xx

I woke up the next morning slightly confused and disoriented. Looking around, I realized I wasn't in my bedroom. My room wasn't this pink, at all. I lifted the blankets from my body, sweating lightly. I blinked sleepily, taking in my surroundings.

"Uhm, who're you?" A deep, masculine voice called from the doorway. My head snapped up, surprised, as I looked at the man standing at the door. He was tall, well over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His strawberry blonde hair was cut short along the sides of his head, sitting about an inch high on top of his head. The strands of his hair moved upward and back, suggesting careful combing and grooming. He had dark brown eyes, like milk chocolate, hiding underneath thick almost black eyebrows. He had a small beard on his face, wrapping around his mouth loosely and crawling up his jawline.

He was, by all meaning of the words, good-looking. He looked like he could easily be a model or an actor or someone famous. He was wearing a simple cotton pink t-shirt and a pair of white jeans. His feet were bare, soft against the wood floor. Had I not been otherwise inclined, I might've been ridiculously attracted to him.

"I'm Kelsey," I said, tentatively. I frowned, looking at his face, suddenly realized who he looked like. "I'm a friend of your sister."

"Well, I assumed so," He said, raising an eyebrow. The sides of his lips twitched and I wondered if he was holding back a smile. "You're sleeping in her bed. She doesn't normally let people in there. Surprised you didn't get the air mattress. Must've taken some talking into for you to convince her to let you get the bed."

"No," I said, frowning again. "She insisted I sleep on her bed. I even told her I'd take the air mattress."

"Is that so?" He said, his lips finally giving way to a small smile. "You must've really charmed her, eh?"

"I wouldn't really know that," I said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. His eyes seemed to glitter with knowledge of something I didn't understand. I saw him take a deep breath in. "I just met her last night."

"Ah," He said, his face splitting in a huge boyish grin. My heart stopped for a second, finally understanding what she meant when she said it was a family trait. He looked me up and down, looking as though he wanted to laugh. He patted the doorframe and chuckled. "Well, do take good care of my baby sister. Not that she needs it but… well, I think she'd appreciate someone looking after her for once."

"Nathan!" I heard her screech from somewhere down the hall. "Stop antagonizing my new friend!"

"New friend?" Nathan said, testing the words with amusement. "Luktar mer som en kompis än en vän, lillasyster. Du skulle göra klokt i att minnas att jag kan känna lukten av värmen."

"Jag vet knappt henne , okej?" She snapped back, easily. A thick, easy accent came from both of them, and I found myself incredibly lost. "Försvinn härifrån , kommer du att skrämma och förvirra henne , och jag försöker få henne att stanna kvar en stund! Åtminstone tills jag kan övertala henne att inte vara rädd för blodiglar."

"Okay, okay," He said, holding up his hands as he laughed. He took a quick glance at me, and grinned again. "I get it. I'm leaving."

"Honestly," She huffed, annoyed as she walked back in the room, a frown on her face. It was at this moment I noticed she had brought a tray, with a plate and glass of milk on it. There was scrambled eggs and pancakes on it, as well as a small thing of syrup. "He's so annoying sometimes, older brother or not."

"What language was that?" I asked, surprised that she could speak another language so fluently.

"Swedish," She answered easily, walking in and kicking her bedroom door shut. "My family lived in Sweden for a couple years. It's not too hard to pick up."

"I can barely speak English, so I highly doubt that," I said, sleepily rubbing my eyes. She placed the tray in front of me, with a smile. I looked at her, confused. "Is this for me?"

"Yeah," She said, smiling happily. "I got up early and thought you might be hungry when you woke up."

"You… you made me breakfast?" I said, the girl's kindness confusing me.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" She asked, she sat down at the foot of her bed, with a happy smile on her face. "Eat up."

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked, frowning.

"I already ate," She said, shrugging. "I've been up for a while now."

"What time is it?" I questioned, wondering how long I slept.

"10 a.m." She answered, beckoning with her hand for me to pick up my fork and eat my food. "Come one, eat. People gotta fuel themselves to live."

"Oi, don't force me," I said, furrowing my eyebrows. "That's too overbearing."

"I wasn't trying to force you," Serana said, her eyebrows shooting up in alarm. She held her hands back and said; "I'm sorry. I was just trying to encourage you. I seriously do want you to eat, since I don't know when you last ate."

"You know, you're awfully considered for my health," I said, picking up the fork and taking a bite into the fluffy pancakes. They were delicious and I hummed in happiness. It was around that moment I realized I hadn't eaten since I had lunch yesterday, around 3 p.m. Between mouthfuls I managed to say; "Are you normally this considered for other people you just met?"

"Honestly?" She said, tilting her head to the side. "I don't really normally meet people. I mean, I've got my group of friends and they're hard enough to handle. So… I suppose the answer to that question is yes but also no."

"So what made you decide that you want to extend your circle to me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I don't exactly scream 'fun times', do I?"

"No, not really," She said, laughing lightly. Her laugh sounded like fairies dancing against the tips of my ears and made my toes scrunch up. "But… well, something about you seemed interesting."

"Interesting?" I said, only more confused. "Like what?"

"You were reading Jane Eyre in the library," She stated, scratching the back of her hand. "And you looked pretty comfortable while reading it, which means you've probably read it more than once."

"Okay, so I'm a bit of a nerd," I said. "How is that interesting?"

"No, no," Serana said, shaking her head. "Well, maybe, I don't know you all that well yet. The point I was trying to get at was that normally uninteresting people wouldn't like a book like that. It's too complicated for them, too old. Only people who like to think and have some degree of imagination like to read books like that. And with thinking and imagination comes creativity. And, usually, the most creative people are, by far, the most interesting."

"Yeah, and they're normally the weirdest too," I said, a low laugh rumbling in my chest. She smiled at me, with a small chuckle.

"But, you know what?" She said, her eyes sparkling. "Most of the time, the weirdest people are the most memorable."

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Well, hello, hello.

I'm going to assume that this is a 'hello again' and if not, welcome. I would suggest, however, that you go back and read IJYPB, even if you just quickly skim through the chapters.

It's been so long since I've been on this site. My life has been pretty hectic. I've been doing work here and there, but my mind could never fully leave this universe. I was already writing a sequel in my head before the original ended, and I just couldn't leave well enough alone.

Updates, unfortunately, will be highly sporadic and inconsistent. Sometimes, I may update 3 times within a week, other times you might not see a new chapter for a month or two. However, know that I am working.

It might, also, be pleasing to know that I've already detailed and outlined 13 chapters. That's not really going to affect how often and when they come out, but I do have an organized idea of where this is going. And, I promise you, this will be just as good, if not better, than the original FF. It's got everything you loved about the first (romance, action, weird story line, interesting characters, plot development) times four. And I haven't even finished outlining yet. (Also working on editing chapters better, lol)

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