A/N: Hey, sorry for the spelling mistakes in the last few chapters, I'll try to pull it together, but to be honest I am an incredibly lousy typer, but I'll try my hardest. Thank you also for your reviews, please keep leaving more, as it's nice to hear that you're enjoying it. Also more people will read it if there's more reviews and I just want to get more people reading it :) xx.

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Corey bounded down the stairs, flashlight in hand like an excited labrador as he jumped the last three and landed with a flourish infront of me.

"Okay, let's go!" He said eagerly.

I scoffed, "Yeah, dressed like this? I'm not sure that court shoes can handle the rocky terrain either!" I said looking down at the froofy masterpiece, now wondering if I looked like a wedding cake. I tried to picture myself climbing up the hill in it. Corey narrowed his eyes, moving closer to me, his eyes squinting directly into mine.

"Is this just a way to get out of going? Because, we don't have to go if you don't want to, I think you're pretty brave anyway." He said, gently touching my arm.

"No!" I said defensively, taking my arm away "I want to go, I mean, bring it on you know, but I can't climb the hill wearing this." I said as I absent mindedly fiddled with the big netted hoop skirt.

"Well," Corey said, pacing from side to side in the corridor, "The Olivia Henderson I knew, would not shy away from a challenge," He stopped to look at me for a moment, then continued his pacing, "She would climb that hill, in mountainous terrain, and not care about the condition of her, might I say, stunning, atire." I smiled, he wouldn't look at me, but looked at his shoes as he paced, he then stopped at the Summers' antique umbrella stand and toyed with the umbrella's. "And she would conquer the mountain with relish!" He said, unsheathing an umbrella and holding it infront of him like a sword. "Slaying any beasts in her path, like a well-dressed Boudicea," I chuckled, he stopped pacing and held the umbrella aloft, looking to the end of it, like a Greek hero, "letting the blood from their throats stain her clothes as a mark of her courage!" I grimaced, he looked back at me. "Too far?"

"A tad." I chuckled, he lowered the umbrella, seeming somewhat deflated and put it back in the umbrella stand. "Point made, but this is a very expensive dress and my mother would kill me if I so much as got a rip in the petticoat."

"Okay, fine. If you are still determined on going, then why don't you go upstairs and try something of my mom's?" He offered.

"I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable with that," I said quickly, his mom was a tad larger than I was, and wasn't much for boffeting upon the winds of fashion.

"Okay then, uhhm, go up to my room and see what you can do with my clothes." He looked at me.

"Menswear?" I chuckled. "Corey, unless you have a couple of dresses back there, I really do not think so."

"Oh come on, you could get a shirt and put a belt round it and...I dunno, but honestly, we're going up to a murder scene, I don't think anybody will care what you look like, if there's even anyone up there."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do with your clothes." I said, as I wandered back up the stairs.

"Be quick." He said.

"What's the matter, don't want to go up there in the dark?" He gave me his "We are not amused" face, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Corey. I'll be done in a few minutes."

"It will be but the work of a moment?" He asked, grinning hopefully.

"Yeah, whatever." I replied, as I climbed the stairs and turned right, along the dark corridor. The whole Summers house was dark, ironic, I thought, given their name. But his parents were very into the whole, classy, gothic, antique thing. Well, his Dad was, his mother however had a habit of buying nick nacks and scattered them around the house where they stuck out like sore thumbs.

The house looked just like any other from the outside, just like all the houses did in our town, but as soon as you stepped inside, it was a sharp contrast to the pastels and bright colours that were everywhere to be seen outside.

I opened the second door on the right and walked into Corey's room. I looked around first, before crossing the threshold, his electric guitar stood precariously by his window and his bed was in the corner. The walls were pale yellow and everything was summery, it was quite clean but cluttered, an exact mirror of Corey's personality. His duvet cover was a beach sunset with surfer style words saying "Free Love" over the setting orange sky.

All around me, there were posters of vintage rock bands and beachy surfing posters. I walked over to his white wardrobe and was welcomed by an avalanche of screwed up clothes. I knew it looked to neat to be true, I picked the screwed up t-shirts off me and started leafing through his clothes. I picked up some small looking blue, flower pattern board shorts and a grey t-shirt I'd seen him wearing before.

I dropped the shoulder straps on my dress, unzipped the zipper and wriggled out of it, slipping off my shoes and letting the dress fall softly onto the hardwood floor. I put on the board shorts, which I then tightened up with an American Eagle belt. I slipped the t-shirt over my head and inhaled the soft, fabric freshener smell, I gave myself a mental handslap for sniffing his clothes. But I just couldn't help myself as I slipped on a large white and blue pinstriped shirt and rolled up the sleeve as the clean smell wrapped itself around me. I slipped on a pair of flip-flops he'd had for a while, they were too small for him now but he liked them too much to throw them away. He always let his toes poke over the edge of them. I slipped them on and they fitted fine.

I wandered downstairs, where he was looking in the mirror, tugging on his beachy t-shirt and pulling down his jeans slightly so that his boxers poked over the top. He ruffled his hair and smoothed it slightly, I cleared my throat to let him know I was there.

"Hey," He said, blushing, "Gotta say, you wear my clothes better than I do."

"Thanks." I said, smiling as I rolled up the sleeves on the shirt I was wearing. "Ready to go?" I asked, just then, the telephone started to ring.

"Can you get that? I'm gonna go through to the kitchen and get my keys." His parents always worked late, and when they weren't working late they were out with friends or at their latest course at the adult learning centre or going salsa dancing. It was inevitable that he always had the house to himself.

"Okay," I said and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, can I talk to Corey please?" Said a familiar voice.

"Phoebe?"

"Liv?"

"Hey, what's up?"

"I'm at home, why are you at Corey's?" She asked quietly.

"Oh, we just went back to his after the speech tonight."I explained, I turned round to see Corey coming out of the kitchen and jangling his keys impatiently urging me to wrap it up.

"Hey," He said, "Come on, let's do it before anyone gets back." I quickly shushed him.

"Do what exactly?" She asked angrily.

"Oh yeah," He added, "Is your dress still on my bed 'cause I can put it in a bag for you to take home if you want?"

The line went dead. "Hello? Phoebs? Hello?" God knows what she must've thought was going on over here.

I put the phone down. "Who was that?" He asked.

"Wrong number." I lied.

"Do you want to walk or take the car?" He asked as we made our way to the door.

"Car, please." I said quietly, still wondering about Phoebe as I listened to my flip flops slapping the tarmac without mercy, much like I imagined Phoebe would slap me when I next saw her. This would take a lot of explaining.

"Well, might I say, you are in for a treat, because I finally managed to get rid of the smell of chilli after weeks of trying." He said smiling confidently as he opened the door and we walked out to the drive way, he locked the door behind him and then quickly ran ahead to catch up with me so he could open the door for me.

"Thanks," I said, as I climbed up into the passenger seat of his SUV, where the smell of pine forest hit me in the face like a frying pan in a Tom and Jerry cartoon. His car was filled with about a hundred pine shaped car fresheners.

"Yeah, it's a bit powerful, huh?" He said, as he sat down in the drivers seat and put on his seatbelt. "I barely notice it, I'm pretty used to it by now actually, hey, better than chilli, right?" He chuckled.

We drove in almost complete silence for five minutes until he asked, "Are you scared?"

"As if." I replied, looking out of the window into the darkness.

"If you were, I wouldn't make you do it. I'd turn back now." He said, staring ahead at the road, blowing his fringe out if his eyes. I always told his that his fringe was a menace to road safety, he always replied that blowing it out of his face proved he was still breathing.

"Well, no. I have a point to prove now. I'm not scared. I'm not scared of most things. You scared?" I said, turning to him, as he kept his brown eyes determinedly fixed on the road.

"No!" He scoffed. I turned back to the window and ruffled my salon-curled hair. "Yeah." He said quietly. "But you know, that's normal. You don't have to be brave all the time."

"I do." I said, chipping my nail polish.

"Not with me you don't." He said, "I'll protect you." I sat in silence for a moment, I wanted to say something back, but the right words weren't there. I wouldn't have been able to say them even if I knew what they were, especially after what happened at the house. It seemed he was waiting for me to say something too, we both held our breath, waiting for the moment to pass like a bad bout of hiccups. After a while of keeping his eyes fixed on the road and keeping mine fixed on my nails, I heard him give a heavy sigh. He'd been waiting for me to say something perfect and I didn't say anything at all.

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A/N: Feel free to review, I'm hoping to upload the next chapter soon, and then actually get into the Edward part of the storyline. I had hoped to start that now but obviously, I didn't :P

It just seemed like the right place to end the chapter.

I'll upload soon, well, if anyone's interested :P

xx.