안녕하세요! Or Hello. (An-yong-ha-se-yo - now you can greet people politely in Korean, An-yong can be said to friends and people younger than you, but you must always greet those older than you or people you don't know/haven't met before with An-yong-ha-se-yo, because it's respectful.)

Okay so I have been through and changed a few things in the previous chapters so do check them out and please leave a review on what you think!

감사함니다!


Zach's POV

"So," Wiley clinked a teaspoon against the rim of the coffee cup. "Now that we've exchanged the normal hostile 'hi's and 'how are you's, what is it you are really here for?" He pushed the cup across the breakfast bar to me, before heavily sugaring his own. I sighed glancing over his apartment, the one he shared with Urian and Virgil. Tabs had resided here for a while before Mr. Perfect stumbled into her life and they disappeared to Australia. Though they were due back any day.

"I have no idea." Wiley looked at me and halted his stirring.

"You're not sure why you're really here?"

"No, I know why I'm here, I'm just..."

"Slipping?"

"Yea." Wiley sighed at my reply. "What do I do?" I asked, leaning back in the chair. "How come I'm the one slipping! You're fine, Virge's fine, Uri's fine...I think. Xyla, Yuri, fine. Tabs wasn't even phased before she met Ricky. Why me?"

"Seventh kid. You got it tough mate."

I looked up at him. "You think I don't know that?" He shrugged.

"I think you need to relax." I snorted. "Hey, listen to me or don't. Being a teenager, is hard. Being a Savant is hard. Being a Teenage Savant is..."

"Hard?" I finished. Wiley smirked. "I don't need to relax, I need to do something productive."

Wiley sat in the seat next me. "School w..."

"I will hit you." I threatened. Wiley laughed, everybody knows that we - the latest installment of the Benedict family - don't particularly agree with the educational system. Mom insists it's comes from our dad, but we all know where it really comes from, it's just exacerbated by Dad's genes. Yuri and Wiley where the most school-orientated of all of us. Yuri with her languages and Wiley being this Maths/Science super genius from his Savant Gift.

"I'll talk to mom," I scowled at him. "About you sitting in one the next Savant Mission...thing."

I couldn't help but grin. I mean, even Yuri goes on them and she's only nine months older than me!

That's because Yuriko is the female version of Uncle Yves. The whole energy thing. Except I'm smarter. Wiley smiled. "When does Yuki's friend come?" He asked, pushing his coffee cup - still full - across the counter, into the sink where it undoubtedly smashed.

"Tomorrow." I said. "From what Yuri's told me, she's coming from Connecticut." I rolled my eyes, circling the rim of the cup with my finger.

"Pretentious family then." Wiley got up and retrieved himself a beer from the refrigerator. "Want one?"I flicked my gaze to him and lifted an eyebrow. "A soda," He added.

"Yea, too hot for coffee." The California weather was getting stupidly hot from the looks of Wiley but I have ice in my soul. Literally. Wiley may have be gifted with smartness, Yuri and Energy. I have Ice. So I'm fine. Not too hot, not too cold.

"Like you would know," Wiley handed me the can and took a sip from the brown bottle. "Not cold enough." He held the bottle out to me. "Please." I snapped open the can and took a drink, raising my brow once again at Wiley.

"What's in it for me?"

Wiley snorted. "Are you kidding me? Have you already forgotten what I just said I'd do?" I thought for a second, cooling the liquid inside the can as I did it, to the extent frost collected on the outside of the can. I held out my hand for his drink, freezing it till it was practically an popcicle and handed it back. "Thank you, Elsa."

I swore at him. Then turned up the corners of my mouth. "I'm Jack Frost."


Clarice's POV

Yuriko was awesome, in seconds I already knew I liked her - although I knew she wasn't Japanese, I was expecting some sort of Asian heritage but she's 100% American. Now, after travelling along a winding path through field upon field of vineyards, filled with growing grapes doused in the beating sunlight, we arrived, driving through a metal gate onto the gravel. Yuri and I had climbed into the back of the Pick-up and sat on the side most of the way. Trees shaded the driveway, sunlight peeped through the cracks in the canopy like sunlight and I felt like I was back in France.

Yuri was very surprised at my English and didn't hold back in announcing her relief we shared a common language, and that we wouldn't spend the week communicating through a French-to-English dictionary and Google Translate. "So I have six other brothers and sisters," Yuri explained as we neared a very orchid house covered in vines - ivy, not grape. "The girls are nice." We pulled up in front of the house as the wooden doors opened and four shirtless boys spilled out onto the veranda. Yuri snorted. "They're all self-centered. Guys this is Clarice Gascon or Clari as she prefers to be called." She introduced, walking to the end of the truck and jumping over. "My four brothers," She announced as her parents got out the cab and she pulled down the back of the truck. "Urian, Virgil, Wiley, and...where's Zack?" Yuri asked.

Wiley jerked his head to the house. "In there."

"I hope you got the house done." Their mum, Marika, warned. They nodded triumphantly. I slid of the tailgate of the truck and pulled my suitcase(s) with me. Yuri's brother Virgil taking it off me.

"Merci." I smiled. He waved his hand.

"Sure." Obviously he didn't speak French.

Yuri linked her arm with mine and walked me into the house. A very traditional vineyard house that had the essence of Southern France, I already felt at home and knew the homesickness wasn't going to be as bad; it was a strange feeling, but it was a feeling that I belonged. Looking around my eyes came upon the stairs, where probably the most handsomest boy I'd probably ever meet was standing. Casually leaning against the wall, looking at me.

"Is this the French person that's staying here?" He asked, pointing a slender finger in my direction. "Does she even speak English?" The look on Yuri's face announced she was about to reply a sarcastic comment.

"Yea," I jumped in quickly. "I'm staying, I hope you don't mind." I answered, taking him by surprise. " And this French Person has an English mother, so she speaks very good English." He tucked away his hands as his brother laughed behind me.

"Clari, this is Zack. Zack be nice." Yuri warned.

"Hi Zack, it's nice to meet you." I smiled, politely trying to make up for the comment that was probably a little too rude.

"Yep." Was all I got as he trudged back up the stairs. Virgil went up after her him as Wiley announced he wanted to talk to his parents something.

The two other boys relocated to the kitchen leaving Yuri and I. "Well, first impressions went well." I said.

Yuri squeezed my shoulders. "He'll warm up, not that his opinion matters of course, but..." She picked up one of my suitcases. "Teenagers. Which means he's probably on his man period." I laughed with Yuri at her...quirkyness.

"I hear they're worse than the female ones." I followed Yuri up the two flights to the attic floor that was shared by the girls. Yuri's room was at the back of the house and her large bay window looked out onto the vineyards. Yuri's unmade bed was on one side and my blow-up camp bed, next to it.

"That's your bed, unless you want to sleep on the proper bed."

I waved her offer. "No, no, It's fine. Thank you. Wow, what a view. Are they yours?" Yuri placed my bags next to the beds and then sat down on the window seat.

"Sort of, we only rent this house so technically it's not but we still help out with the harvest." Yuri smiled. "You can help to. It's hard-work but totally worth it."

"I know, my grandmother's friend lives on a Vineyard, I get roped into helping out if I'm there when it's time."

"So. What shall we do now?" Yuri looked from the window and up at me, before breaking into a giggle and grabbing my hand. "Come on."