Okay! New chapter!

Please let me know what you guys think. And please, don't tell me Dallas was OOC, it was a fantasy for crying out loud!

-Jasmine

As the sun came in through the silk curtans in the kitchen, Olivia was being yelled at. Lisa wasn't happy that she had been talking to that boy. Olivia couldn't help but think that Lisa was being dramatic, and that she might even be a little mean. Olivia would NEVER tell her cousin this, though; then she would really get in trouble.

"I can't believe you!" Lisa roared and brought a hand down on the the table. Olivia jumped and dropped her spoon. It fell into the cereal with a quietplunk, and milk sprayed all over her. She looked down at her shirt with sadness; it had been her favorite. Now, the sliky, light pink color was dotted with milk. On the plus side, Olivia reminded herself, there isn't any milk on my skirt!

"Lisa, I didn't say more than one sentance to him," Olivia whispered. Lisa's blue eyes seemed to burn.

"That's one more sentence then you should have!" Lisa yelled, and Olivia looked down at her hands. Lisa had a point. She was embarassing her cousin, and she shouldn't have. Now Lisa was mad at her, and the boy was too.

"I'm sorry," Olivia told her for what was probably the hundreth time since she had walked out of the store.

"You better be," Lisa told her and brought her fist down on the table again. This time, she hit an old newpaper that had been layed out on the table. The picture on the cover became winkled, the print hardly readable. "I'm leaving now," Lisa told her cousin as she brushed a strand of her hair that had become loose behind her ear. Her voice suddenly became calm, and she was acting like the whole yelling thing had never happened. "I'll be back by dinner. If I'm not cover, for me." Olivia just nodded; Lisa said stuff like this to her a lot.

"Bye, Lisa," she said and watched as the dark-haired beauty walked out. Olivia looked back down at her food. She was suddenly not very hungry.

"I wish I could be cool, like Lisa," she whispered to herself. "I wish I always knew what to do and what to say, just like Lisa does..." She looked back down at the crinkled paper. After a long while of trying to figure out what the picture was of, she gasped. The boy from the store was on the cover of the paper!JUVENILE DELINQUENTS TURN HEROS. Olivia looked more closely at the picture; the boy sure didn't look like a hero. Maybe he was on a secret mission the other night. Maybe that was why he had a gun... She looked down at the paper and read his name, Dallas Winston. Hm, that sounded like a hero name... That was it! He must have been on a secret mission!

Olivia watched as the boy tore the paper in half. He turned to her and shot her a wink. He then slowly walked up to the man at the counter.

"You have to pay for that," the man sneered at him.Dallas shook is head and chuckled. His white blond hair fell in whisps around his face, and the light shown down on him. He looked like an angle come to Earth.

"You would know," he said; even his voice was like an angle's... "You've been steeling non-stop. Now you have to pay." The man gasped and tried to get away, but Dallas grabbed his arm and pulled it behind him. He quickly cuffed the criminal, then turned to Olivia.

"Now what's a fine woman like you doing hanging around here without your man?" he asked her. Olivia's breath caught.

"Oh, I don't have a man. I'm only 16," she confessed. Dallas gasped and took a step towards her, the villian having been forgotten.

"That's crazy!" he told her. "A fine woman like you without a man?" Olivia looked down and blushed.

"I guess I'm just waiting for the right guy..." she told him and batted her eyes.

He then leaned down and whispered, "Can I be that guy?" Before Olivia was able to tell him yes or no or anything he silenced her with a kiss on the lips.

"Olivia? What are you doing?"

Olivia was pulled out of her trance by her aunt's confused voice.

"Huh?" she asked, flinching upon seeing her aunt standing there, watching her.

"You were making kissie faces at your cereal," Sandy told her. "You wanna tell me something?" Olivia blushed and looked down.

"Sorry," she muttered and pushed the newpaper away from her. She turned to her maid and handed her the bowl of cereal, not really wanting to finish what was now a goopy mess. Dallas Winston. Just saying the name sent chills down her spine. He wasn't even half bad-looking. Sure, his eyes were a little cold, but not when they looked at her after he saved her life! Olivia read the rest of the article before picking up the day's newspaper.

"Why the sudden intrest in the news?" Sandy asked. Olivia blushed yet again and tried to meet her aunt's green eyes. They had the same eyes, but Sandy's were never like Olivia's. Olivia's eyes were always downcast and submissive. Sandy was never submissive; she was always making smart remarks and saying witty things. Sandy was another person that Olivia wished she could be. She wished she could be like her and Lisa both: sexy, confident, and cool. She was just shy, nervous, and ALWAYS messing up.

"Just... curious..." she said quietly. "I heard about the boys in the fire. I wanted to know what happened to that Johnny kid," she quickly said, hoping Sandy might have some information; she always did. Her aunt's eyes feel down and filled with sadness.

"I heard about that this morning. He passed away last night," she told Olivia. Olivia gasped.

"Oh that's horrible!" she said. "I wish there was something I could do!" Sandy gave her a confused look.

"I know it's sad, honey, but there isn't much you can do. A girl like you can't hang out around that end of town." Olivia gave Sandy an innocently confused look.

"Why not? What's wrong with their end of town?" Sandy sighed and gave Olivia a long look.

"Well, you just can't... there are a lot of bad people over there," she told her.

"I still want to go," she muttered. Olivia felt better talking to Sandy than Lisa. Sandy didn't yell as much... Olivia gave Sandy big, pleading eyes. "Please?" she asked. "Pretty please!" Sandy sighed once more.

"I guess you can maybe go for the funeral... Though I'm not going with you. I can't be seen over there." Olivia's eyes lit up. She couldn't believe she was going to be getting away with this! Sandy must have been feeling really bad for her! Maybe she would get to see Dallas.

Oh... Dallas...

He was deffinitely a spy.