A/N: So...I guess in hindsight I should have set this story up better in the beginning. First of all, I don't own any of the characters, except Allie, of course. Second, this is sort of my take on the events in the movie if Caleb had a sister. Yes, he's already met Sarah, because I didn't feel like writing out the beginning with Caleb and Sarah over...mostly because I've already got their story from the movie in my head. AND, sometimes I tend to slip up and get some of my details mixed up. Point it out if you want...but for the most part I probably won't go back and fix it, but I will make mention!

This chapter is kinda short..but never fear! The next is nice and long!

And as always...review review review! Thanks, Anglchic340!


Saturday's were always my favorite. A full day of bliss--nothing to do, and always the promise of a good time at night. I stretched out on the couch, flipping the TV on.

My mind drifted from the dull character on the screen to my own life, or more importantly, my birthday. Each birthday after my 13th had been like a countdown. 4 years until ascension, 3... And here it was. The idea of ascending scared me more than I would like to admit. Sure, we had been careful about our powers, not using them too much, and never of course in plain sight. But sometimes, when I was alone or in a particularly angry mood I felt the power call out to me, telling me to Use. To make all the pain, all the problems, just disappear.

Was this addiction?

No, if I was addicted I would feel a need to Use all the time. But something inside of me said I was close. Closer than anyone could have known. I'd only done little things--protected myself from a particularly long jump, cleaned up a huge mess, nothing too intense. But today, fighting Caleb, I had felt something inside of me break.

My hands were shaking I noticed, coming out of a my daydream. This can't be good. And with a week exactly until me and Caleb's birthday... my stomach twisted painfully and I had the feeling I was going to be sick.

I stood, running to the sink and threw up, my stomach heaving all that was left in me. Mostly I just gagged.

"Told you not to drink so much," Tyler teased behind me. I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and pushing my hair out of the way. Turning on the faucet, I cupped my hands and drank, letting the water soothe my burning throat.

When I turned around, Tyler's brows crinkled in. "You don't look so good." I'm sure my face was pasty white. My stomach was still unsettled.

"You really are quite the charmer Simms," I say, a disgusting taste akin to bile still lingering in my mouth.

"You know what I mean Al. Maybe you should go lay down?"

"Yea, I think I will. Call me later? We'll meet up before we go to the Dells tonight."

"Sounds good."

I patted his cheek before passing him, and padding out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. Sleep was good. I couldn't Use in my sleep, at least.

Maybe I'll sleep all the way to my birthday, just to be on the safe side.

My sleep was restless. After less than an hour, I was ready to get up.

So much for sleeping my way to next Saturday.

I pulled my hair out of its ponytail, running my fingers through the tangled mess. This would need some serious work. For a moment, I considered Using. It would be so easy to just will my hair into something fabulous.

No. That kind of thinking wasn't going to get me anywhere but dead.

Sighing, I went into the bathroom, pulling out my blow-dryer and a round brush. 20 minutes later I had tamed the beast somewhat. Having curly hair could really be a pain in the ass sometimes. My hair was smoothed out, but not nearly as straight as I wanted it. Turning on my straightener, I walked back out into my room, musing what to wear tonight.

"Al? I'm home!" Caleb called up the stairs. I walked down, meeting him at the foot of the stairs.

"I brought food home...thought you might be hungry," he said, holding up bags from my favorite restaurant. I smiled a little, too tired to argue with him.

"Thanks, but I'm not really hungry." I gave him a genuine smile before heading back upstairs.

His voice stopped me half way up.

"Everything ok?" I chucked to myself. Nothing had changed there.

"Yea. Everything's good Ca. We're good." I missed this. This unspoken communication between us. A few words used to be able to say so much.

Ever since my mom died, Caleb and I hadn't been on the same page. He had Sarah, and school to worry about. Nothing seemed to make me care anymore. Failing grades, detention, nothing mattered. Hopefully, after next Saturday, I could feel better about the future.

Right now, the future looked awfully bleak.

"Al, I know your worried about next Saturday. I am too..." I turned, sitting on the stairs and looking down at him.

"Everything is just so uncertain. I don't know...I just have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something terrible is going to happen."

Caleb came up, sitting next to the me on the stairs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry about it so much. Either way, its still going to happen. We'll get through this."

"Did you just tell me not to worry Ca? Thats your favorite thing to do!" I smiled, nudging him in the arm.

"Exactly! You can't steal it from me!!" I laughed. He really was a worrier.

"Ya know, I'm actually starting to get hungry. Did you get my favorite?" I peered down at the bags haphazardly left at the bottom of the stairs.

"Turkey Club, hold the mayo and onions, diet coke, and barbeque chips?... Nope," Caleb said, listing off my favorite meal of all time. He obviously had gotten it for me.

I gave him a quick hug before scampering down the stairs, scooping up the bags and heading into the kitchen. Caleb and I ate together for the first time in awhile, just the two of us, talking about anything.

My phone rang, bringing me out of my daydream. Caleb and I were watching TV, and I wasn't paying attention to anything on the screen. Rides was Caleb's kind of show, not mine. Sure, I loved cars, but I didn't really care how it all went together... just how fast it could take me.

"Hello?"

"Hey Al, its Ty. I'm on my way over. Figure we could leave in like an hour?"

"Shit!" I hung up the phone, as I'm sure Tyler expected, and pushed my self out of my comfy corner on the couch.

"Where are you off to?" Caleb asked, eyes still glued to the TV.

"Gotta start getting ready! Tyler's on his way over..."