Okay, sorry for the major delay, but…um, honestly I forgot I had this story on here…..hehe. well, here you go!

"Doesn't anyone sleep anymore?" I said, coming up next to Drea, who was casually sipping a Coke bottle with one hand, her other wrapped around Nacho. She looked up, surprised, and then smiled.

"Apparently not," She agreed, holding out the Coke bottle, like an offering. I slipped it out of her hands and took a sip, letting the flat, warm soda go down like a river. Fast and hard. I'm not supposed to drink soda. The carbonation is very bad for my cat bones. But, Hell, seeing as I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere, I don't think the world will come to an end if I have a sip. "So, any idea on where you want to go next?"

Well, since this is Drea I'm talking to, and not someone like, say, Nick, I decided to break my usual streak of lying and tell the truth. I took another sip. "Not a clue." Drea laughed, her eye crinkling, and pulled her hand away from Nacho to stop herself from laughing out loud.

"Maybe we should stay at the Marriott. I could use a shower," She looked down at the sleeping boy in her lap. "And for the record, so could Nacho."

"I'll second that," I muttered, ruffling his dirty hair. The kid didn't even feel it, and kept snoring peacefully away. Behind me, I heard a sleepy shuffle, and a yawn.

"Good morning Zackle," Drea said, using Zack's ever so popular nickname. Zack plopped down next to Drea, and in front of me, hanging his legs over the cliff edge.

"It's not morning," he said crankily. "When in the Hell of it are you guys up? Man, I was having a good dream too! I asked Beyonce out, and this time I was the last man on earth, man."

"Shhh," Drea brought her finger to her lips. "They're still sleeping."

Zack stared at her incredentiously for about a minute, like he had fallen back to sleep with his eyes open. "So was I," He said finally, then smiled. "But whatever, It doesn't matter. Least I'll get to see the sunrise." Good Ol' Zack, always in a good mood. Drea sighed and turned her silvery eyes on me. It was almost like a small circle of metal. Shiny metal. Actual, it was like a metallic color. Metallic silver. Her eyes were like two lighthouses in this moonless night. True words, there was no moon tonight. No stars, because of the think layer of storm clouds. I'm not so sure if we'll be able to see the sun rise at all.

"I think a storms coming," Drea said, as a gust of wind almost pushed me over. Zack backed away from the edge of the cliff and tucked his legs underneath him. He caught me staring at him.

"What? Man, I don't wanna fall. These winds are pretty intense man," He griped, and winced as another cold blast of air hit us. This is getting bad. We should probably find cover. I mean, like a cave or something. I don't much like water. Especially when I'm in it. Cats don't like water.

"Should we-" A loud clap of thunder cut Drea of, and Nacho jackknifed up, and that was followed by a yelp of surprise from Riley, and a few muttered curses from Nick, who didn't enjoy being woken up.

"Drea?" Nacho asked, looking up at the flashing storm clouds warily. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.

"It fine sweetie, we're just gunna find cave or something. It's just a little storm," She said assuringly, and jumped when a strike of lighting slithered down from the sky practically right in front of us, submitting with a crash so loud that it hurt my ears.

"Holy Miss Molly," Nick scrambled to his feet, and rushed over to Quill, very rudely shaking him and pulling him up and grabbing his pack. "Lets get the heck outta here."

"Are you afraid?" Riley teased, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Riley loves storms. I don't know why, but she just does. Drives me nuts, the fact that she'll sit and stare at the rain, and then even go in it.

"No," Nick said a little to fast. Drea got up and brushed dirt off her pants. She walked over to Nick and handed him his Specks.

"It'll be fine," She whispered to him, almost inaudible, but my sensitive hearing picked it up. Nick nodded, and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before placing his Aviator glasses over his stunning blue eyes. Another clap of thunder reminded me of the water that was sure to be sprinkling from the sky any second.

"Let's go," I offered, ushering Riley away from the cliff edge. She sighed heavily and grabbed her pack off the ground, taking off after Nick and Zack. Next to me, Nacho reached out for my hand. I took it, folding it into my own, and followed Riley. Drea and Quill were close behind. Quill had his hands on his back, and he leaned heavily on Drea. I'm guessing being shaken awake so violently had scared him. I dropped back a bit.

"Is he bleeding?" I asked Drea, whispering. She shook her head.

"They just raised a bit, but they didn't rip out. He just got a little scared. He'll be fine," She concluded, rubbing his back. Next to me, Nacho struggled to keep up. As I leaned down to pick him up, a cold drop of water splattered on my cheek.

"Oh for the love of-!" I heard Nick scream up ahead. True, both of us hate water, but he's the only one who actually has a phobia of it.

"You said a bad word!" Riley joked, covering her mouth in her hand and she gasped loudly. Nick shot her a dirty look, and quickly pulled a beanie over his head.

"C'mon guys, I found a cave," Zack said, returning from around the corner where he had jogged a head. I whipped Nacho up from where he was dutifully running besides me, just as another roll of thunder burst above our heads, the debris of water falling down on our heads.

"Not exactly welcoming," I said, looking at the damp, leaking cave, barley big enough to hold all of us. Nick had already squeezed himself into the very back, resting his cheek on his knee, and staring out dejectedly at the pelting rain.

"Okay, younger ones in first," I decided, pushing Nacho and Quill into the cave. I waved to Riley, and she stepped into the cave, making the last spot occupied. Great, now I'm stuck out here.

I looked up into the rain, the pelting drops splattering on my face. The sky was a mixture of yellows and blacks, intertwining clouds winding around eachother, and speaking with thunderous voices. If i didn't hate water so much, it could be pretty.

"Hey?" Nacho's small voice tugged my gaze downwards. He was soaking wet, the ends of his honey blonde hair plastered to his face. "Can we find a bed tomorrow. Like a hotel? With a TV?"

Perfect. What, does he think I'm made of money?

"I don't think we'd exactly be welcome there baby. We don't exactly look like the Brady bunch right now," Drea said, noting our obvious hygiene neglect. She sweeps her hair on top of her head and secures it with elastic; the loopy, brown mess sitting like a crown atop her head.

"Not to mention the crime scene you've got going on your shirt, man," Zack points to the splattered red stain I've managed to get on my hoodie. Fighting is not a clean getaway. I roll my eyes at him, and catch a glance of Nacho's disappointed face, of Riley's slight shoulder sagging, Quill's head drooping.

"But maybe that won't matter," I offer, grabbing my golden hair and pulling it off my neck. Nick looks up at me, a confused look on his face. "We'll look for one tomorrow."

"We will?" Zack looks at me suspiciously, with one eyebrow cocked, and his arms crossed over his chest, reminding me of the many promises that I've broken lately.

"Yes," I finalized my promise. And Riley pumps her fist in the air, congratulating herself on a job well done. The little manipulator.

"Get some sleep guys," I order, reaching out to ruffle Quill's messy brown hair. He nods tiredly and closes his eyes, leaning on Nick's shoulder. Nacho has followed suit, sprawling himself on Nick's lap, his thumb latched in his mouth like a lifesaver. Nick shoots me a look.

"Dude, you wanted the cave man. It's ethier you get out here and get wet, or be a bed for a little while. Wait-," Zack pauses. "Let me rephrase."

"Sick, I could have done without that," Nick mutters, twisting on his side. Drea smiles and leans against the cave rock.

"I'll take watch for the rest of the night," She offers. I shrug. I don't really care anymore, I'm so aggravated at the rain, and my obvious neglect of the kids needs. Major needs of life, food, clothing, shelter. We have clothing. No food, no shelter, very suckish.

"Good night," Riley said cheerfully, fitting herself into a rock crevice. I sat myself down on the wet, muddy ground and closed my eyes. I'm suddenly so tired, like someone replaced all the mud with a feather comforter, and the rock with fluffy pillows.

"Night."

"Nighty tighty."

"What? Nighty tighty?"

"Yeah…you know…good night."

"Whatever, man."

"Good freaking night, Zack!"

"Go to sleep, Nick!"

As I'm listening to Nick and Zack's banter, The soft sound of Riley's breathing. The…somewhat loud snoring of Quill, I'm reminded about how lucky I am, despite everything.

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