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Liz and I are walking around the mall.

Liz: Tay! OMG, look hottie at 12 o'clock!

Me: *turns around and squeals in delight* Oh Liz he IS cute isn't he?

Liz: *shakes her head* not cute, HOT!

Me: ok, whatever you say Lizzie.

Liz: *Gasps* don't call me Lizzie! That sounds like I'm 6 not 16!

Me: *smirks*

Liz: *stands upon a table in the food court and screams as loud as possible* Taylor doesn't own Darkest Powers! *She looks down to see me seething* and she never will!

Me: *Yanks her down from the table and poor water on her head*

Liz: *screams*

Me: *runs for her life*

We rode in silence after that. I was staring out the window; we passed houses, stores, and buildings. After around 3 hours all knowledge of civilization was gone. All you saw were fields and trees. By then Kit had put the radio on, and I heard 'B.o.B ft Hayley Williams & Eminem – Airplanes Part 2

'allright lets pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen

lets pretend things would have been no different

pretend he procrastinated had no motivation

pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind

marshall you're never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain't no way that you'll win

pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends

pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend

and it wasn't time to move and schools were changing again

he wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid

he had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as sh-t

and he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as sh-t

f-ck a talent show in a gymnasium bitch you won't amount to sh-t quit daydreaming kid

you need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien it just ain't realistic

now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this sh-t and there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed it

and his alarm went off to wake him off but he didn't make it to the rap Olympics slept through his plane and he missed it

he's gon' have a hard time explaining to Hailey and Laney these food stamps and this WIC sh-t

cuz he never risked shit he hopes and he wished it but it didn't fall in his lap so he ain't even here

he pretends that…

Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

Uhu mm aalalalaa'

By the end of the song I had my eyes closed and was singing softly to myself. I opened them again to find Simon asleep; he was leaning against the window, perfectly peaceful with a slight smile on his face. Up front Derek had his IPod on; I could faintly hear the sounds of Linkin Park's 'Shadow of the Day'. He looked like he was focused on something so I didn't bother talking to him. I turned Kit's way and asked, "How's Tori been?"

He checked Simon in the mirror to make sure he was sleeping, and then looked at me through it before speaking. "Tori's very well considering the circumstances." After the Edison Group fell Tori's mother had died. Her mother- Mrs. Enright- had been one of the leaders for the Genius 2 project. Dr. Davidoff was her partner, and they were puppets for a guy named Mr. Saint Cloud. The night of the fight; when we were all in the hotel room Kit had mentioned that Mr. Saint Cloud would be looking for us. Luckily we weren't at the top of his list so we could live our lives again. "She's been living with the boys and me for a while. Actually she just left to visit her father in Arizona last week. She'll be meeting us about part way through." Tori's father had sold her out to her mother when she needed him most. But once her dad had found out what was going on he vowed to Tori that he would be a better dad from then on.

"Oh, well I'm glad that she's been doing well. Last time I heard from her was a week after I returned home, and that was a letter." I smiled at the memory of Tori's letter and I remember laughing at how she complained that there was no point in hand-written letters anymore when everybody could just text or email people.

Kit sighed and looked straight into my eyes when he said, "Chloe, are you really going to return to art school after what happened? Wouldn't you prefer a fresh start with all things considered?"

I had thought about this possibility. Was I really ready to face all the ridicule? What if nobody liked me anymore? If the teachers' thought I was still the unstable bomb that I was months ago.

But if I transferred to another school I would always have that piece of history on my permanent record. And I'm sure somehow the student body would find out something about my old school. "I don't know Kit. I've been over the options a lot, with Dad, Aunt' Lauren, and by myself so many times I've lost count. I try not to think about it too much though."

The car grew silent and what seemed like a few minutes later we were at our stop for the night. Both Simon and Derek were awake now-Derek had drifted off just after mine and Kit's conversation- and we all grabbed our bags.

The motel was small, and had an eerie feel to it.

As Kit and Simon checked us in, I walked to the back of the car and opened up the trunk. Yanking out the luggage that we'd need for the overnight trip, I snapped the hood shut and turned around.

I yelped thought, because right behind me stood Derek, as silent as ever. His eyes were looking into mine again and I felt something brush angst my hand.

It was Derek; he was pulling my bag out of my hand. Once he got it, he grabbed his, Simon and Kit's bags too. And walked away.

I glanced around and then sprinted over to him, after all it was evening, in a new place that quite frankly looked abandoned (It also looked like a scene from a horror movie, but I didn't really want to think about that).

Once I caught up to him I grabbed his muscular arm and he stopped immediately. But I wasn't really paying attention. As soon as we made skin-to-skin contact I felt a shock wave rake through my body. I was frozen in place, right in the middle of the parking lot. I vaguely heard the voices of Kit and Simon come closer to us but the next thing I knew I was being lifted off my feet; there was the slight scent of musky woods in the air around me. I blinked rapidly for a few minutes and realized that Derek had picked me up and was carrying me up to our room. Immediately my face turned the shade of a tomato and I tried to speak. "I-wh, I mean-" he cut me off.

"Chloe?" There was something in his eyes, but I just couldn't place it. "Are you ok? I mea-well you, you just sort of….you kno- you zoned out for a moment." He was having trouble talking tonight, must still be exhausted.

We reached the door to our room and kit slid past Derek and I, swiped the key card and strolled in. Derek set me on my feet once we were in and then he turned around and flopped into one of the double beds. Simon came in last, whistling. He was holding 2 bag, Kit had already put the remaining 2 at the end of the couch.

Simon headed towards me, "Chlo? Are you ok? You looked a little pale back there." I nodded and he exhaled. "Good, I was worried," a slight blush reached his cheeks. I nodded once more and we all silently got ready for bed. There were 2 beds in the room and a couch. I offered to take the couch since I was the smallest and I really didn't want to move (I had been sitting on it already). Simon and Kit would share a double bed at the far end of the room. Derek got the last bed near the door and the couch… Lovely, I just hoped I would be able to sleep with a hot werewolf sleeping not 15 feet away from me…

Did you like it? I know it's not the best work ever, but it's all I can think of right now. Review if you like me or my story at all (even just a wee lill bit). Oh and I don't own Airplanes Part 2 either.

Can we try for, 15 reviews? Thanks guys!

-Taylorcutie