Hey everyone, heres the next chapter of VK6!

NOTE: Parts of this were written by my best friend who lacks a fictionpress account (everyone go boo her), so the absolutly fabulous, wonderful perfect writing is most likely by her (compared to her, I write crap).

I hope you guys enjoy this!

One Week Later

Hope was miserable. How could her parents have just thrown her out to the street? Hope had had everything she had ever dreamed of and more. She had had her mother, her father, someone who actually cared about her. She had had a friend who had just walked up to her, rather than Hope walking up to them.

And after all that, one thing goes wrong and her parents shove her away.

Hope hadn't even gone through her clothes yet, to see if her parents had given her any new clothes.

At the moment Hope was sitting at the tiny table with the rest of the band, while they all ate lunch. Hope never felt like eating. How could she? She had just lost everything she had held dear to her. Well, everything but Spencer. Spencer was everything that Hope could want in a boyfriend. He was the one that Hope had to live with until she was eighteen and could live on her own.

Spencer was at Hope's side, eating his burger and chips, along with the rest of the band. Hope had one in front of her, could smell the scent wafting up to her nose, yet she wasn't appetized at all. She didn't want to eat. The warm burger didn't smell good to her, the cool glass of water wouldn't satisfy her thirst and the chips would not fill her in the least.

"Hope, you need to eat," Spencer said, when he took a glance at her untouched meal.

"I can't," was all she said. Her voice sounded empty and hollow, like a shell of her formal self. It sounded weak and like she had been crying for ages.

"Come on," Spencer tried again. "You need to eat Hope. It's not like you have a choice. You either eat or you die, and Hope, please don't die on me."

Spencer looked heart broken and Hope glanced at him.

Hope," Ryan sighed, looking at Hope knowingly. Ryan met the eyes of all his band mates, and somehow, without words, they all understood. "Hope, would you like to go for a walk?" he asked softly, looking at her with his warm brown eyes.

Hope shrugged, and the two left the table.

Walking usually means talking, Hope thought to herself. I know Ryan well enough that I know he doesn't plan on uttering a word. But it's strange. It's like he knows exactly what I'm feeling, like he went through the same thing at one time or another. As much as it hurts, I know I can trust him not to rub it in my face.

Ryan led the way down the stairs and a numb Hope glanced over he shoulder to see the rest of the band now conversing in hushed tones. She strained to hear them but felt a gentle tug on her arm. Knowing that was her cue to follow, she went down the steps with Ryan.

Her shoes met pavement and a vine-like arm fitted around her shoulders. The narrow body walking close by her radiated resurfacing pain. Ryan was thinking, which he was better at than speaking (if you can believe that) and past hardships were rising in his heart. As they walked across the empty parking lot together, Hope heard a sniff from her companion. Her eyes darted to his face for the first time since being outside and there were shimmering silent tears dripping down his face.

They made eye contact and in that one moment, it all hit home for Hope. She felt suddenly sick to her stomach as the first sob choked out. For so long, Ryan and the rest of the band had been waiting for her to just let it out, stop holding back. Now that Ryan had let his guard down, Hope's mind clicked as to what she should be doing to release the pain. He stared at her as the first tears fell, feeling his own heart shattering where scars had been. But he didn't stay still for long because he smothered her body with his own in a protecting hug.

"I miss him sometimes," Ryan whispered hoarsely over her hysterics.

"I miss them too," Hope wailed into the shoulder of his now tear-soaked v-neck T-shirt. No other words seemed to be needed so Ryan just held her tight. Neither thought of how ridiculous they looked, clung to each other crying in the middle of a deserted parking lot. Hope's mind was buzzing as was Ryan's but they were thinking similar thoughts.

After a while, Hope was able to pull herself together slightly. She was at least able to talk in Ryan's shoulder.

"I had always grown up with Aunt Mary. Then, a week ago, I went to my parents for the first time. And, one tiny thing happens, and I might never get to see them again…" Hope whispered.

Ryan began rubbing her back, knowing how incredibly hard this was for Hope. "I'll never know who my father really is. I'll never know what my mother's like. I'll never know anything about them…"

It felt so good to let it out, to admit how she had no one.

"I don't even know where any of my family lives to go live with them. Aunt Mary will probably be moving soon…"

Then, the idea suddenly hit her. She could see Mary. Mary would always forgive Hope, she had been doing it her entire life.

Standing up straight, Hope took a slight step away from Ryan. "I know what to do!" Hope could tell that her eyes were beginning to sparkle, that color would be returning to her cheeks soon.

She immediately turned around and ran with all her strength back to the trailer. She could hear Ryan running after her, calling her name, trying to get her to slow down, but she wouldn't do that.

Hope suddenly felt very strong arms around her, holding her back, and the next second she was rolling on the ground, scraping her arms, with the tiny boy not far behind her.

After a moment to catch their breaths, Ryan said in an annoyed voice, "What the hell were you trying to do?"

Hope turned on her back and looked up at the sky. There were a few wispy clouds, but other than that it was a clear blue sky, more blue that Hope had ever remembered it being. The clouds looked like a small child had been allowed to paint a few strokes on the blue page, and this is how it came out to be. But they seemed to close that Hope could almost touch it. Almost. And every time Hope tried to touch the clouds, they would inch farther and farther away.

"I have a plan..." Hope whispered, almost to herself. She said it so quietly she wasn't even sure she said it aloud, or just mouthed it.

"What?" Ryan said, sitting up, arms resting on his knees.

"I have a plan," she said in a much stronger, more sure voice.

Ooh cliffy! You'll have to review and make me happy to get the next chapter! :)

Oh, and my friend wrote the scene where Hope and Ryan are walking. I can't remember exactly what, but I will have a bloopers part that has her unedited stuff (I had to cut some of it out so that it would flow with where I was going.

Thanks in advance for reading and I hope you review,

Lizza