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Kevin says he wears my jeans sometimes. I wondered why I kept finding them at his house. My levis!

Mine is that I have this Winnie the Pooh nightie that I wear to bed and I sleep with my bear named logan, and I never let go of him. I wake up and he's still cuddling me. shhh… don't tell….

Fang POV: Kevin and Aly

I woke up at the crack of dawn the sun not even above the horizon, folding my bed neatly and putting on the outfit Captain Despereaux had left. A typical camo suit, ugly but typical. I felt weird, like I shouldn't be wearing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be leaving. But I am. I gave myself a clean shave, looking the best I have in a while. I don't usually need to keep myself up like this but I'm shipping out today. First impressions right?

My father was waiting by the door with my duffle bag.

"The bus gets to the station in 30 minutes, you better hurry." He tossed the bag to me. I unzipped it, full of standard outfits. I contained the look that almost slipped out. I nodded. My father and I don't speak that much outside of training, never about the things that really matter.

So once he was out of the doorway, I rummaged through the duffle bag more thoroughly. Who in the world needs this many Kakis? Not me. So I pulled all but one out for special occasions. Instead, I stuffed it with things I would actually use, like my toothbrush, retainer and other things. Yeah you heard right, retainer. When I was done, I took one last look at my room since I was a toddler. Falling off my dresser and gashing open my forehead, the first time I snuck out with Max, studying English with Max during the darkness of nights under sheets with flashlights.

I would be back.

I threw my bag in the back of my father's pickup. I stared towards Max's house, there wasn't any cars in the drive and no lights on. I knocked on the door and got no reply so I scaled the house to her window. I peeped inside, her bed was messy but there was no body in it. As a last resort, I jogged into the woods. After getting snapped with many twigs and running through a few hairy spiders, I came to the dense part of the woods where our hideout is.

Normally, the trees would suffocate each other from not getting enough nutrients and water. But the river that flows fifty feet south of here supplies enough of both to sustain the trees. As little kids, Max and I would say that they shared the same roots.

"Max?" I called, trying to get through the only opening. It seems like every year, it gets harder and harder to get through it.

"Hi." She mumbled, poking the grass with a stick. "You come to say goodbye?"

"No." I sat next to her in the grass. "I came to tell you that I'll see you soon."

She scoffed, stabbing harder. I grabbed her wrist trying to make her stop, she just stabbed harder.

"Please stop. I only have a minute before I have to go." She glared at me.

"What are you waiting for?" she snapped. I couldn't really reply well, so I just watched her grind her teeth. After a minute or so, her face softened. She stood up, offering me her hand. I took it and brushed off my pants. "I guess you have to leave."

I pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms tight around her. She returned it just as tight. I felt if we would be any closer we would disappear.

"If things get really bad, there's money in my room behind my dresser. Get yourself back to England. Don't get caught here." she nodded against my shoulder. "Max… I… I've been meaning to tell you that- well…. I-" My words were stuck in my throat. This felt like a goodbye. I didn't want it to be a goodbye. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Call me when you can okay? And write me."

"Everyday." I promised into her hair. She nodded, stepping away. Her eyes glued on the ground and mine to her. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

She ran her hand down my arm, tugging at the jacket.

"Don't get yourself hurt." She smirked. "I won't be there to keep you out of trouble."

"Oh please!" I laughed loudly. "I'm pretty sure you are the one that causes trouble."

She smiled and punched my arm hard.

"Walk me?" I asked. She nodded solemnly, following me out of the trees. At the drive she stopped me.

"Bye Nick." She reached up and kissed the corner of my lips. The contact made me want to grab her and turn just that small bit, but she pulled away and walked back to her house. I stared after her, taking off my Jacket.

"That girl is no good." My father's voice startled me. I swung around to see him leaning against the truck. "Get in."

I silently got in, biting my tongue as I buckled up. I was afraid he was going to bad talk Max like he usually does after he sees her.

"Sit up." He ordered, starting the truck. I straightened my shoulders and stared out the window. "This will knock some sense into you boy."

I kept my mouth shut all through the ride. I didn't care to talk to him at all. His only job now in my life is to drive me to the bus station and see me off.

And that's exactly what he did. Right up to the bus doors. He didn't even shake my hand or anything, just handed me my bag and waved from the truck. It really shows how much of a father he is. I solemnly swear never to act like him to my kids when and if I have any.

I took my assigned seat in silence; the bus was half full with some mean and crazy looking guys. What the hell am I doing? Here of all places?

I pulled my jacket back on, avoiding the harsh breeze that was pumping through the open window. I shoved my hands in the pockets in fists.

Ow, what the hell? I pull my hand out quickly, examining the scraped knuckle. I peaked in the pocket to see what it was. A small shiny ring and a piece of paper. I pulled out the ring, automatically recognizing it as Max's Lucky Sapphire ring. Lined with four little diamonds. She must have slipped it in there when we were hugging or walking. I twirled it a little between my thumb and index finger. Examining it closer, I saw no flaw.

I pulled out the paper, but it turned out to be a picture of Max that I'd taken last summer when she was up in the fort, her legs hanging over the edge. The sun had been perfect that day, hitting the wood and her bare legs just right, making the brown accent her tan. Her blondish hair up in a slouchy beanie and a little leaf in her bangs. She had insisted that she looked bad, so she had taken the photo so no one could ever see it again. But I thought it was a beautiful picture. Maybe that's why she had slipped it to me.

I wish I could understand what she was thinking all the time. What her motives were for things like this.

I looked around at the 20 or so guys in the bus. Tucking the picture away from them. I know how guys think and I don't want them to even have the image of her to get off too when they are lonely at night. I would never let this picture come to that defilement.

I closed my eyes for the rest of the ride until we came to a camp hours out of Paris. It was secluded and tree dense. The bus driver stopped at a building. We all stood straight up, knees together and eyes straight.

"Line up!" the bus driver yelled. We all took one step into the Isle. "March!"

I followed the other guys out of the bus, landing softly on lush green grass. A man in uniform was standing there, holding a bag.

"Salute!" he yelled, we all saluted stiffly. "You all are here for a special reason. I'm honored to have the best of the best on my squad. I'm Lieutenant Pierre. You may call me by that or Sir. Nothing else is allowed. We have a strict and long schedule ahead of us. You will work to the fullest intention and beyond in the given time. We have one month before we head back to Paris for our official roster of our mission. Everything you hear, smell, experience is confidential and communication is restricted. Nothing gets in and nothing gets out of here got it?"

"Yes Sir!" we yelled in union.

He pulled the bag out, calling out last names. They would step forward, receive their tags and rip off the paper with their last name. Only a serial code marked them. I received mine, my number was 1783419. I put it around my neck, quickly stepping back once to the line.

"Why are you here?" he asked the blonde haired kid who couldn't be any older than me.

"I'm the best bomb maker the world has to offer Sir." He answered. American.

"Comment t'appelle?" he asked a blonde haired kid no older than me.

"J'em appelle James Mye Sir." He answered. His French basic but stank of American.

"Incorrect." Lt. Pierre scoffed, poking his chest. "You forget your name. Here you don't have a name 'James Mye'" he scoffed, laughing bitterly. "You will get dog tags, with code names. You will live by these names and the secrecy they represent."

He turned down the line to me.

"Ah… Comment t'appelle?"he tapped my face.

"Here I am no one Sir." I answered automatically, not making eye contact with him.

"Smart kid." He stared me up and down, sizing me up. "Stick around."

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