Nicole looked down at her ticket blankly. All the stupid little numbers that didn't add to anything and the letters that didn't spell anything were sending her mind into a blank frenzy. She'd never travelled alone before. She thought Zoey would've been there to help her, but she couldn't see Zoey anywhere, not even before they got on the plane. She was half-way through buying a perfume and deliberating over whether to buy a nice pair of blue earrings to match her new mules when her flight number was called, announcing 'This is the last call for any remaining passengers for Flight Number 54BB098KJ to Hawaii.' She'd snatched the perfume from the till, threw a random number of dollars at the girl behind the till and made a run for it.

"Not lost are you?"

A leering man with an outrageous handlebar moustache grinned at Nicole, showing off a set of long, picked-fence like, rotting yellow teeth.

"Uh…no," she lied, "thanks though."

"Let me help you…"

She scuttled down the aisle at lightning speed. Half way down, she felt an arm wrap around her waist.

Oh no, oh God know, go away. I don't need your help!

The arm yanked her so hard she felt her ribs were about to break. Not exactly being famous for her strength, she collapsed in the direction of the sudden tug.

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered, picturing the 'desperately-in-need-of-dental' guy leering over her, his stupid handlebar moustache twitching at some unknown prospect as she lay quivering.

"Why would I do that?"

The voice wasn't the scary, fake Italian accent the bad toothed man had sported, but warm, rasping slightly, with an un-missable touch of English. She opened her eyes and peered from behind her fringe.

"Natie!" she squealed, hugging him so tightly she couldn't feel her arms. Just his touch was enough to remind her where home really was. He smelt of the usual, Be Delicious by DKNY and a brief scent of freshly washed polo shirt.

"I missed you," Nate said into her hair, the familiar scent of pineapple shampoo wafting below his nostrils. He pulled her back and kissed her, a mad, rushed, desperate kind of kiss that made Nicole's insides whirl on overdrive. She managed to bring herself to pull away from him for a second, to brush the familiar flopping lock of sandy blonde hair from his face so she could look into his amazing forest green eyes.

"How was Australia?" She asked, pausing only to add, "With Kristen?"

"With Kristen?" Nate repeated, looking up for a moment, he laughed, "interesting. I never realized she was so…"

"Eccentric?" Nicole grinned, "I think that's the nice way to put it."

"Yeah," Nate laughed again, "this giant dingo jumped into our garden while her and Rebecca were out reading Teen-Crap or whatever and topping up their tans. The dingo jumped at Rebecca first and almost gnawed her arm off, then when Rebecca finally managed to hit it with her sun lounger and race inside, it went for Kristen, who was just listening to her iPod." He smiled as he retold the story, turning to Nicole, "And d'you know what she did?"

"What?"

"She wrestled it," Nate laughed loudly for a second, "the whole family, and the Sinclair's were watching from the window. It growled at her, she growled back and then it jumped. And when it jumped at her, she fought it to the ground. The family was out in a flash, trying to pull them apart."

"And?"

"It was tougher getting Kristen to calm down than the dingo," Nate said, "apparently, it broke her iPod and she went a-wall."

"Well," Nicole shrugged, not exactly sure what to make of this whole story.

Note to self : Never growl at Kristen.

"I can understand," Nate said, the laughing note in his voice disappearing, "she loved that iPod. I can understand what it's like to have the thing you love snatched away."

Nicole blushed.

"And…" she bit her lip coyly, "do you still?"

He kissed her again, the softness of her lips and her candy-floss flavored lip-gloss reminding him of what he'd been missing. He pulled away, only slightly, still so close his lips were brushing against hers.

"I sure do."

"Uhm…excuse-me, thanks…sorry, can I just squeeze past? Thank you…um, sorry, can I – thanks…"

For once in her life Heather found herself thanking her cute, innocent fresh-faced lost-little girl look. Everyone seemed to be clearing space for her as though she was on the hunt for her lost mother or something. She checked the ticket stub in her hand again.

Seat 14 C

She looked up from the ticket at the small signs above the seat numbers.

Seats 14 AB

She looked down at the row, Seat B was empty. She checked the note again, just to be sure she hadn't made a mistake.

"Need help Heather?"

She napped her head back up so sharply she felt a rising crick at the back of her neck. Logan sat, looking extremely nervous, but masking it with his usual persona of cocky self-esteem. She cocked her head to the side.

"Now why would I be doing that Logan?" She said sweetly, "My mother always told me never to accept assistance from sleazy sex-crazed lunatics," she pursed her lips, "driven completely by their wild and adventurous hormone drive."

Logan grinned.

"Have an answer for everything, don't you?" He beckoned her closer, but she shook her head firmly, "You'd think you were a sweet, vulnerable little girl without a clue by the face. The façade fools."

"It only fools fools," she replied coldly, noticing the sign above the row of three seats opposite Logan's row of two read 'Seats 14 CDE,' "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me at all during the journey."

She slung her bag on the floor and slid into Seat 14 C, kicking it underneath the seat in front and rushing stray tendrils of sweet blonde hair away from her face.

"Why?"

"Simply…because…" she paused, "I don't like you all that much."

"Hey Heather."

Dana sat in Seat 14 D, smoothing down her curls and hugging Heather quickly.

"Nice to see you again," Heather said sweetly, "glad you arrived."

"Why?"

Dana looked over Heather's shoulder to see Logan staring out the plane window, his gorgeous, saucer brown eyes full of anticipation, sorrow and nerves.

"Seat trouble," Heather said breezily, "especially with this cretin across the row…"

She turned back from jabbing her thumb in Logan's direction, but Dana had already upped-and-gone.

Rebecca blinked slowly as she came to a halt opposite seat number 14 B. For a moment, she did nothing but stare incredulously at the seat, checking the ticket number furtively, desperately hoping she'd made some sort of mistake or the seat number would magically change if she stared at it hard enough.

"Come sit," Logan patted 14 B invitingly, the same smooth smile he'd used to woo her in the first place playing across his face. For a second, she looked faint at the prospect, but aware at the line back of budding passengers behind her, she slid into the seat silently, pushing her hand luggage underneath the seat in front.

Logan slid his arm around her shoulders. She couldn't ignore the tingle that sprung across her back from his touch.

"Did you miss me?" He asked.

"How about yeah?" She said angrily, shaking the arm off, "it was kinda hard to remember you even existed if you didn't even write back!"

She sunk back in her seat haughtily and stared at the back of the seat in front.

"Cause I didn't have anything to write back to!" Logan shouted, annoyed that they were back to the usual shout-offs, "I may be fantastic but I can't conjure replies out of thin air!"

"Oh, really? Well you should try this thing I hear people are doing these days," Rebecca said, with mock innocence, "I can't quite recall…what's it called? Oh yeah, PICKING UP A PEN?"

"And writing what?" Logan cried angrily, "'Oh hello, thanks for the letter. Which I never got.'"

His heart began hammering. It was somewhat of a re-assurance that he was fighting with her of all people, but it was a long shot from the close stage they were at before she left.

Rebecca's face flushed suddenly, a surefire sign she was getting bothered.

"And what the hell was I supposed to say? 'Hey, it's me again. Just writing after the fricking TWENTY LETTERS I sent you that you haven't written back to.'"

"Cause I never got them!"

Logan and Rebecca stared into each other's eyes, each holding their cold, steel glare for as long as possible, daring each other to look away with just a twinkle in their eye.

"You know," Rebecca broke the silence, but it wasn't with the harsh, scathing voice full of attitude she'd used before, it was wavering, soft, the voice he remembered being whispered into his ear before she got into the taxi. "You hurt me so much Logan. I came here expecting at least an apology for ignoring me, but I get this. It's evident I was just another name to your list."

She sunk back in her seat, hoping desperately that the tears she so longed to free would stay imprisoned in her glassy eyes. She let out a long breath that shuddered as she held tightly onto her shoulders.

Logan sat back in his seat and gazed out the window. He swallowed back the lump that had miraculously appeared in his throat. He hated seeing her hurt, and he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't want to apologize for not replying to her letters because he didn't receive any to correspond to. He sighed, his breath misting on the window. He drew a quick heart with his index finger, then wiped it away with the sleeve of his jumper.

Monkeys Covered With Jello - I admit, Take Me Away is extremely long...well...I like to write, what can I say. I will definately, without a doubt, totally will read your story. And I predict it will rock now, btu I will read it and review it. And anyone else, I'll read any story, as long as it isn't...you know...crap.

chichicutie24 - Logan and Dana go out? Maybe. Maybe not. Well, actually, in the preview of Roses in Take Me Away, it is 'revealed' that they indeed do, but it isn't long-lived. Thanks for complimenting Take Me Away, it took my a long time to write that!

Chris3137 - I know you didn't write much in the review but I'm like, positively awestruck that someone as awesome as you are at writing even like, bothers to review my story, so thank you. Thank you very, very, very much holds little candle of appreciation

MrsLoganReese - Long? Possibly. Maybe longer than Take Me Away, I might do it in two parts, but I just want to get everything written and out there. So it's a mystery (have a big urge to sing that stupid 'It's a Mystery' song by Toya but will refrain), even to me. They're going to Hawaii because if you remember in Take Me Away, Zoey was trying to fundraise for a school trip, but because Kristen and Rebecca left - and them being so vital to the fashion show - they just held a dance instead. And you'll have to wait and find out what he's hiding from Rebecca! I gave you more of a hint in this chapter btu I have something up my sleeve that will make your jaws drop so far you'll have to crazy glue them back into place. And I'm hoping to name a character after you, if possible. Let me know x

readerbsmsgirl1053 - Sorry for leaving you with so little, don't do anything drastic! The extra chapter is for you, cause I felt crap about leaving so little, and you were the only one to say anything about it, so there you go.

zxxbsmsgirl3148 - Yeah, Kristen shouldn't have been given her learner's permit cause she really can't drive. Props on the ah-mazing sounding soirée premiere by the way.I wouldn't have it any other way lol. Yeah, I do read the Confessions of Georgia Nicholson series and I've met the author a couple of times. I almost wet myself when I read them, they're so funny.

And thanks to icexxangel, Ghostwriter626 (sorry for the lack of updates!), and xlildancingqt2x. Expect more soon! Pies, pies, and...hey, why not? More pie, kisses, N x