Yes, I'm still alive. Yes, first year of college is kicking my butt. Yes, I am excited for winter break and finally getting to write more until the doom called college descends on me again. No, I do not own I am Number Four or Power of Six. Sad, I know.

Beta

Walking: Six always walked alone; never behind anyone, never in front; John is the only guy who persistent enough to walk beside her.

Waltz: "John, I won't bite if you put your hand on my waist," Six said as she took his hand and placed it on her hip; John smiled nervously back and tried not to trip on his feet like a fool.

Wishes: Six taught herself at a young age to stop wishing for silly things; John taught her she can sometimes.

Wonder: I wonder when John will get over Sarah – Six; I wonder when she notices I'm over Sarah – John

Worry: She said he worries too much; he said she doesn't worry enough.

Whimsy: Whenever Six looks over at John, she notices a stupid expression on his face and her mind instantly thinks of Sarah and she frowns; but in reality John is thinking about her with pink ribbons in her dark hair.

Waste/Wasteland: Six prides herself of having a heart as a wasteland, where only anger and revenge could thrive but she never thought John could somehow coax a feeling of love in her wasteland of a heart.

Whiskey and Rum: Six had a delirious smile on her face as John wrestled the nearly empty bottle out of her tight grip; he tripped when her lips brushed his ears and whispered something in a flirtatious alluring voice.

War: There are no winners in war, only survivors.

Weddings: Six constantly told herself to stop dreaming about white dresses, black tuxedos and a blond man standing at the altar waiting for her to walk down the aisle.

Birthday: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Johnny, happy birthday to you."

Blessing: Every day with her is a blessing from the gods.

Bias: John wasn't being bias but Six can really wear the scarlet red dress really well.

Burning: His lungs screamed for air but John refused them the luxury; he just continued staring at the flames licking at his limps; closing his eyes, he thought of a pair of hazel eyes and her encouraging voice telling him to hold on.

Breathing: Six leaned over the blond boy who smelt like ashes and charcoal; her hands furiously pumping his chest, trying to restart the vital organ; without hesitation, she brought her lips to his and repeated in her head 'breathe'.

Breaking: Nine studied the girl in front of him and noticed her dull hazel eyes; her defeated posture and noted that he was witnessing the breakdown of the solid Six all because of John Smith.

Belief: There is no God, Marina thinks as places her hand on John's chest, desperately trying to coax life out of him for the dark haired girl beside her; there is no God or else he wouldn't put us through this.

Balloon: "Here, be happy," John said as he shoved a red balloon into Six's hands; no one can hate balloons.

Balcony: "John, this is not a time for a Shakespeare quote?"

Bane: Pick your poison.

Quiet: Six noted as she sat in the cold airplane cargo alone how quiet it is without John and Sam.

Quirks: She hates how he always runs his fingers through his hair, she hates it even more how much he knows it bothers her.

Question: "So, Six's single?" Nine asked before dodging John's fist.

Quarrel: It wasn't even a real fight but they can both hold a grudge.

Quitting: John sometimes thinks it would be easier to just quit and stop but Six wouldn't allow it, always encouraging him with her eyes and whispers 'For Henri'.

Jump: Six's body slammed against the rock and she sat there dangling, staring at the canyon bottom with fear in her eyes, John sighed in relief as his muscles strained to keep her from falling.

Jester: Ella and Marina burst out laughing at John's and Sam's antics but John noticed only Six's lips curled up in a half smile, 'tough critic,' he thought.

Jousting: It was just how they flirted.

Jewel: Six stared at the gem in John's hand and her heart just stopped; "Marry me, Six."

Just: She was so focused on the now, Six constantly lost sight of the future but it's ok, John thinks enough for the both of them.

Smirk: It wasn't his alluring blue eyes or fantastic sense of humor that won her over but rather Six couldn't resist John's infuriating smirk.

Sorrow: It should be illegal, John thinks as he noticed the dullness of Six's usually sparkling hazel eyes, for Six to be sad.

Stupidity: "Which one of you put foil in the microwave?" "John." "Sam."

Serenade: John stopped and blinked as he heard a soft lullaby from the girls' room; a smile slide on to his face as he notices Six cradling Ella in her lap, singing the nightmares away.

Sarcasm: "Oh, I love you soo much," John smirked, ignoring her cynical tone and rolling eyes.

Sordid: Her eyes narrowed in disgust when John dipped his French fries in milkshake; "Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

Soliloquy: "To be or not to b – " "John, you're done."

Sojourn: Six paused at the hallway, not sure if she wanted to step into the bright lights of the party, to reveal herself without any of her walls and shields; but John's insistence smile encouraged her to take the defining step into the light.

Share: "I don't share," Six whispers as she stepped away from John after their kiss; he knows that there can only be one girl who owns his heart.

Solitary: Six is a very private person but since that day – a cold dark room with no light, no warmth, nobody but aliens whose sole purpose was kill her – she wishes she wasn't.

Nowhere: John didn't mind no knowing where they were going, as long as Six was beside him, nowhere sounded like a great destination.

Neutral: "Ten dollars Sam get's the girl;" Eight betted with a sneaky smile; Nine rolled his eyes and shook his head; "No way, John's going to end up with Six," he replied with a confident look; Marina sighed and ignored Eight's pleading look, trying to remain neutral in the gossip but secretly she agrees with Nine.

Nuance: It was always there, a tiny hint of a spark between her and him.

Near: John felt his breath catch in this throat when Six slide her smaller hand into his; he could hear the sound of his rapid heartbeat in his ears, drowning out everything else; she was the only one who could make him feel this nervous and comfortable when she was right by him.

Natural: The feel of her hands in his.

Horizon: Her eyes were focused on the horizon, hoping a brown haired boy, a shaped changing beagle and a blond haired idiot would appear.

Valiant: "Idiot," she muttered as she dabbed the cotton ball against his face, cleaning the cuts with gentle hands; she placed her forehead against his, and silently thanking him for saving her, "Never do that again."

Virtuous: John and Marina are the only ones with truly honest intentions; unlike Six and Nine who were both fueled by revenge.

Victory: They won the war finally.

Defeat: But at a very (she's gone) high price.

Notes

20. This was something my dad told me before I picked my classes for next quarter. Real encouraging Dad.

33. This was something my mom always reminded me constantly. I mean really, I'm 18 and she's still telling me not to put foil in the microwave.

48. I know they're all looking for revenge but Six and Nine who are more experienced and in my opinion able to be more ruthless, seem to be a different level than John and Marina.

49 and 50 are combined.

I have another series but I'll post it around Dec 10thish. Or earlier if school will stop being a pain. Review please!