Hellloo World! Yes, I'm back! With summer and all (plus some encouraging) I just thought I might start writing again with more ideas. And if you have suggestions I'll take them. (no londer a one shot) Onto the story!

Peace, Love… and books! – MaxWriter452

Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Maximum Ride, but I do own my characters and my plot, so not stealing!

Yes! Today I get out of the hospital, finally... but of course there was the whole "bed-rest till the rest of my injures heal". I had to be in a wheel chair due to the broken leg and skull thing, which really sucked because I was practically useless. Which brings us to the current dilemma of getting past the paparazzi to the waiting car and then to the plane. This was defiantly not going to be easy.

Inside my hospital room, everyone was creating a master plan for getting me out unnoticed. Me? I was changing out of that horrible hospital gown and into what Katie called "street clothes", aka not what I wanted to be wearing. Christina had insisted that I wear a skirt and 'flow-y' blouse to hide my cast on my leg and the fact that I had bandages nearly covering my entire torso. Every inch of me was still sore, but I managed to get into the clothes without killing myself, yeah me!... not.

Knock, knock

"What?" I yelled through the door of the bathroom, "I'm almost done."

Nick answered in his semi-short way that he had returned to, "We have a plan that will get you out noticed."

As I wheeled myself back into the room, Nick started to explain the not-so elaborate plan that they had come up with. Basically, I was unrecognizable without my hair, which they had to shave off to reconstruct and bandage my skull… sadness…, but I was just going to go out the back when they went out the front into the mob of paparazzi. We split up into two groups to see who would go with whom. Cameron, our wonderful group chaperone/press agent said he would go out the front right off the bat. That just left everyone else.

Christina started off, "Janine, I think that everyone should go out the front to make it more believable, so you know the paparazzi buy it and then they won't suspect-

"No," Nick interjected, looking directly at me, "She needs to have someone with her." The silent message there was 'We really need to talk'. I'm guessing it was about the whole kiss thing that happened last night, not good… really not good.

"Ok," Christina continued to the group, "That is actually a good idea, considering the fact that Nick hasn't left the hospital very often. Now we just need to make up a story so we don't sound fake." With that everyone started spouting ideas left and right. They finally decided that they would say that there were complications with one of the surgeries, giving us enough time to get to the studio's house/mansion. Well, here goes nothing…

As most of the cast headed to the front of the hospital, Nick and I headed to the rear of the hospital with to the car that was headed to the airport. The silence between us was extremely awkward and only broken by the sound of the wheels on my chair turning round and round. We steered down the maze of halls and reached the back door before either one of us trying to break the silence that we had been encased in. Nick sat down in a chair outside one of the very last rooms before the back exit.

"Janine," he started, turning my chair so I faced him, "what was that last night?" I blushed bright red as I started to think. What did I mean by kissing him? What if he was just kidding about the whole thing and didn't mean for anything to come of it? I had been in the hospital, and people are known to do stupid things when someone they know gets hurt…

"Um…" What do I say? "I don't know…" I stuttered with my response, Could I ask him to forget the whole thing? He kind of confessed his love to me and I was half asleep when I said it back…

"You don't know." He stared blankly back at me. "You don't know… that's all you can say?" After that the silence was deafening, I had said the completely wrong thing and totally blown it. What was he going to think of me now? I couldn't really tell because all he did was get up and start walking me to the car.

The ride to the airport and the flight to our current residence, aka the studio's mansion, were completely awkward and unsetting between Nick and I, everyone else was living life as normal. The only contact we had was through that stupid wheel chair, he didn't even offer to carry me up or down the plane's steps (James did). What had I done?

Sorry it is so short, but shorter chapters mean more updates! Review!