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Enrique groaned. The sunlight felt like the rays had turned into needles that were rapidly stabbing into his skull. The night of heavy drinking was giving it back to him tenfold. His plans on spoiling his liver hadn't been the best idea. His room sway the moment he managed to opened his eyes.

His stomach felt like he swallowed maggots.

Enrique rolled over, hissing at the feeling of his head throbbing. Nausea swell up, leaving him to stop moving. It faded the moment he just lied on his stomach. The sunlight move around him.

Damn, this was sure a stupid move to get drunk and not think about Mikaela.

"Good thing you were cut off last night," A angelic voice stated, "you probably be in worse shape then you are already now."

"Damn it," He muttered.

"I can hear you," Her voice radiated through the room. Mikaela was changed from her apparel from last night. She wore a simple pair of grey shorts with a black tank. Her hair was tousle, pulled back with a head band. She knelt down to Enrique's level.

"I got some water and aspirin." Her tan hand reached up to brush away his hair from his eyes. The blue eyes were red around the rims and bloodshot. Mikaela shook her head. The boy couldn't handle heavy drinking for one night. She place the glass decanter on the night stand along with two pills. Enrique slowly reached over to put the pills and liquid down his throat.

"There," She told him, "you'll feel better in a minute."

"I doubt it," He felt his eyelids heavy, "God, I'm dreaming again. I'm loosing my fucking mind."

"You might be," Mikaela touched his face, "I've missed you."

"Of course you do, my delusion. My subconscious," He paused, sensing his stomach rotting away to the core, "telling me that I'm missing her. I'm missing her like crazy! I miss her eyes, her hair, her...entire being! Ow..."

"Easy," She soothed him, "you're not a good drinker, Enrique."

"Ha, like you know." He muttered, halfway sounding like he was truly in pain, "do I have glass in my hair?"

"No, why?"

"I feel like there are tiny little shards just stabbing me repeatedly."

"You're going to have that." The feel of her hands on his body made it relaxing. He muttered more, incoherent words that didn't make much sense. Mikaela kept it up, rubbing her hands down along his back. The door to his bedroom opened. Mikaela looked up to see Oliver poking his head in.

"Is everything alright in here?" He whispered.

"I think so. He's burn and done for." Mikaela told him.

"I knew he would be." Oliver smiled, "glad that you decided to come, if I haven't already said so."

"I'm glad too." The two friends shared a smile. Enrique about fell off the bed when he felt his stomach rolled. Both Mikaela and Oliver managed to get him to the bathroom. Mikaela back off for a moment as Oliver took care of helping Enrique. Mikaela help Enrique back into the bed after the nauseous roll of whatever it was that came up.

"You sure you-"

"I'll get you if I need you." Mikaela smiled, "I just want to do this. Someone has to and you got stuff to do."

"Not really," Oliver smiled, "I'm busy attending to Madeline as well. She's not as bad off. She says she regretted her decision to drink."

Enrique muttered, halfway leaning against the pile of pillows. Mikaela picked up the glass. She held it to his lips. She made him sip some of the water. Oliver made his way out of the room, ready to wander back to Madeline's. He paused a second to watch Mikaela attend to Enrique. They made such a pair. He had a knowing smile that the two wouldn't be separated for long. How Enrique had missed her. It gave an ache to his own heart to see his best friend in such heart ache. He knew the reason behind Mikaela leaving. A year had been good and bad.

Now he saw that she missed him just as much as he had missed her.

Oliver left the door cracked. He smiled, hoping this summer would be the one for the two people he cared about. He left the entrance to Enrique's room to go attend to the other one with the hangover.

Rory had let herself sleep in for the day. Mikaela had quietly left her a note stating where she was and what she was doing. Rory smiled. Mikaela was off playing nurse and so was Oliver. She was left alone to her thoughts. That was always a bad idea. Rory let herself stare out the windows to the guest room she was currently occupying. The sound of the waters and the people of Venice gave her a new sensation then what she would have back in Scotland.

It was a different summer.

She was happy she went away with her friends to enjoy some time exploring a different world.

It was better then going back home to help take care of the inn.

It was better then going back there.

Her sister had arrived a little into the year. Rory had felt her whole world spinning out of control. Lavinia had returned with Jason in tow. Little Jay was happy to see his grandparents and aunt again. He had grown up so much. Lavinia was still the same as ever; claiming her marriage had failed and didn't want anything to do with back home. The slimy brat found a way to take a lot of Rory's time away.

She took her cottage.

Rory closed her eyes. Evelyn stated that she could live with her sister. Rory had felt her stomach dropped the moment her mother mentioned that to her. She knew very well living with Nina was always a bad idea. Rory had to be extra careful about packing up her things. The nerve of her sister claiming she had nothing. How her sister tried to play the whole 'you-really-don't-need-that' routine. It was the same one that she used when they were children living in the same room. Rory had been moved to a room at the inn near her parents place.

She hated it.

Mikaela had no idea about what happened. Madeline didn't either. Ambrielle, Johnny, and Fiona knew. They really didn't have a choice. She honestly thought Fiona was going to rip her mother a new one about inviting Nina back. Rory sighed, listening to the sounds outside the window and the quiet of the house.

It was too good to be true for her to be in such a place.

I see that you're resting well, you lazy bitch. What makes you think you deserve a nice trip to Italy? What have you done that's so important? You taking advantage of your friends? Of those rich brats? Face it, you just doing it to get spoil!

Rory opened her eyes quickly. Nina's voice was the voice that would dragged her down into a dark hole. A dark hole that she did not want to visit again. Her hands felt shaky. She cursed herself, reaching for her bag. She pulled out the bottle the doctor had given her. Rory felt her eyes water as she pulled out two pills. With a gulp of water, they were down.

She took a few shaky breaths.

The hurt Nina had left since the two girls were entering into puberty ran deep.

Here she was, twenty one years old, and the hurt was still there.

Because her sister was still there.

Her phone vibrated, making her jump out of her skin. Rory took a second to grab it. She dropped it once then clicked it to check the text message. Oliver was asking her if she wanted a late breakfast. She smiled. The least she could do is go and join the others for some food. She pop another pill for her heart burn she had acquired over the year. Rory came out of the room, heading downstairs. She only got lost once before meeting everyone in a dining area. Abriella provided a nice brunch for the group.

"Good morning," Fiona halfway hugged with one arm carrying a plate, "did you sleep well?"

"I did." She turned her blue gaze to Abriella, "thank you again for letting us stay here."

"It is no trouble!" Abriella wave her hand, "I like having people in the house. It always nice."

"Has Mikaela came down yet?" Rory asked them.

"No," Abriella smiled, "though I did see her in the kitchen brewing some tea. She's still taking care of Enrique."

"Is he really that bad?"

"Very," Oliver sighed, "Madeline is dealing with a hangover as well. She fell asleep so I decided to come down and grab a bite before going back upstairs to my own Sleeping Beauty."

"I can't believe the two of them were that smashed last night," Rory chuckled.

"Neither can I," Rory looked up to see that Robert had appeared. He looked like he had just got off the phone with someone. He looked annoyed when he answer to Rory's statement. "Enrique and Madeline were not making good decisions last night."

"From what I've heard, neither did you." Fiona sipped her tea.

"Fiona..." Robert didn't back talk the woman but he gave her a look.

"Kidnapping Rory was not the best idea," Fiona gave him a smirk. Robert sunk back into his seat, blushing. He was pleased that Fiona didn't mention the other thing that occurred last night. A person whom he was displeased with making a grand entrance at last night's ball.

"I..." Robert saw that Rory was studying him, "have no idea what you're talking about."

"I have seem to remember a certain red head wanting your death to be slow and painful." Fiona wouldn't stop smirking.

"I forgave him," Rory finally said something.

"Oh," Fiona was displeased she couldn't have some fun to teased the two.

"Good morning, everyone." Mikaela finally made her presence known. Rory sighed, thanking her silently. Mikaela grinned, grabbing herself a plate to eat.

"How is he doing?" Abriella asked.

"Sleeping. I managed to get him to sip some tea. I think he'll make a recovery by this evening," Mikaela took a bite out of her eggs.

"Good!" Abriella grinned, "then hopefully he'll be ready for tonight?"

"Tonight?" Rory asked.

"If he's feeling better by this evening," Mikaela grinned, "then I'll make myself known to him and tell him that he isn't loosing his mind."

"Bless you," Oliver sighed, "I thought I was going to go mad if he didn't stop talking about you as if you were a ghost!"

Mikaela laughed, patting Oliver on the back. She assured him that her job as a 'ghost' wouldn't be that long. He would be safe from Enrique's mutterings until this evening. Mikaela quickly found enough time to eat and go back upstairs. She peek on him, seeing that he was still asleep. She checked her watch, knowing in another hour she would have him woke up for something water and toast.

For now, she could go and see what outfit she would be wearing for tonight

His dreams were the weirdest whenever he had too much liquor. His first was a dream about a castle by the sea. It was so down right cliché, he was laughing in his dream. The stone gray castle by the sea. A warm beach. A dark haired maiden in a blue summer gown. Her grey eyes match the castle. They were walking along the sand, with her hand in his.

It swirled into a blue green mess when he had been woken up. Her grey eyes were still there, forcing some bland tea into his stomach. Enrique felt like he could just reach up and touch her hair. He thought he had a comment about her chopping off her long strands for a shorter look.

He could still hear her laughing, stating it would grow back.

His eyes barely opened, staring at the happy face he grew to fall for.

"You know...you look pretty in blue."

"I do, now huh?"

"Yes, not just any blue. Bright blue. Like sapphires. You looked incredible last night," He felt a pair of lips graze across his forehead.

"Rest. Rest, Enri. You have to or else you will miss the party." Mikaela whispered to him.

"If I wasn't so gross, I kiss you." He lifted his hands. She took them in hers, kissing the back of them. She smiled, letting one hand fall to touch his face.

"I might let you kiss me later. You just have to be good and fight off this hangover."

"I'm never drinking again." He paused when she laughed, "okay, not this much."

"Trust me, you'll want to at least toast to my arrival today."

"Today, tomorrow...you're just in my head."

"Am I in your heart?"

"You should know," He muttered, groggily fighting the sleep, "you took it."

"I took your heart?"

"All the way to...Canada..." Enrique felt his eyes closed once again. He drifted hard into sleep. This dream was different this time. It wasn't the misty life of two lovers near a castle. His eyes opened to see that he was dress as a gladiator. A Roman. He wasn't sure which. His mother was dress up like one of the Roman goddesses. She smiled on her golden throne.

"I offer you my blessing, my son. You shall go to Egypt and woo the heart of the Queen."

The Queen?

His thoughts were a ramble of him leaving Rome, traveling on a boat to the golden sands of Egypt. It was a blurred with sunlight flashing all about. He soon found himself in a marble palace. He was greeted kindly.

"The Queen shall speak with you in her private quarters," A guard announced.

Enrique looked around. Everything looked so exotic and beautiful. His eyes finally traveled to a room curtain with white gauze. A beautiful voice that made his blood hummed beckoned him forward.

"Come in, warrior."

Enrique felt his heart stopped at the sight of Mikaela. Mikaela was the Egyptian Queen. She look every inch the part; especially in the get up she was wearing. She wore a tight white dress that was wrapped casually around her body. The hem cut up to her thigh with decorative beading around her hips and waist. Her bosom displayed a gold necklace. Her dark hair was straighten with a golden crown across her forehead.

Her tan skin glowed, shimmering like gold.

"Mikaela?"

"You asked for me, warrior?" She shifted her legs from one to the other.

"I...I..."

Mikaela stood up.

The dress was not leaving much to his imagination. He was wondering what liquor he had consume and if he could get more of the same thing if it meant having dreams like this. That, or his hormones were being cruel to him for the celibate year he took.

He was going to have to say both.

She slinked over him, like she was floating on air.

The scent of jasmine seem to be in her very pores.

"Mikaela, is this a dream or am I dead?"

"Maybe both," She casually wrapped her arms around him. A finger trailed from the back of his ear to his neck. He shiver in her grasp. Sexy, seductive, and down right taunting him. How does one woman bring a man to his knees in such a way? Enrique felt himself shiver more as she began to let her hands roam all over his body.

"Mikaela...I..." he couldn't find his tongue.

"Relax," She whispered in that voice that made him gulp down air, "let me woo you, warrior."

The breastplate was the first to go as she casually used her hands to lead him towards a large looking bed upon a frame of gold. The sword fell to the floor with a clang. Her hands kept roaming until she pushed him onto the bed. Enrique felt his heart beating in his chest like a drum.

Mikaela had let herself lay on him for a minute, touching his face.

"You have to be patient," She grabbed his hands, pulling them away from her body.

She stood up.

"Now," She watched as he let himself sit up on his elbows, "let me unwrapped what you've been waiting for."

She took off her jewelry first, letting it dropped on the table next to her. She remove her crown, setting it down gently. She pushed back her hair to the knot along her neck. She untied the knot, letting the strands of fabric lay on her chest. She gave a smirk as she undid the back of the dress.

The white fabric pooled around her feet.

"Oh God," Enrique let himself be pushed back onto the bed by the golden skin goddess before him.

"Let me...love you." She whispered.

Enrique felt his breathing turn to panting. The dream began to swirl into gold and fiery hues. He was trying to fight to get back to the dream. His mind was a whirlwind now. His memories of Mikaela swirled into different images. The moment he first met her in Scotland. The time that he dance with her at the ball. The time where he had kissed her once. Twice. The last time he saw her.

His body felt cold as if he was trying to fight something off.

Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, trying to regain whatever insanity he was suffering from.

"Mikaela," He woke up. Sweat made his body glistened in the sunset colors. Enrique squint his eyes. He felt...alright. He wasn't nauseous nor did his head pound like shards of glass were embedded into his brain. Enrique looked over to check the time. It was about seven in the evening.

He had slept the day away.

"Damn it," He paused when something hits his nose.

Jasmine.

Her scent was everywhere. The sheets, the pillow, the air around the bed and the room itself. Enrique ran a hand through his hair. His elbow knocked at the nightstand. He reached out to grabbed it when a piece of paper and a small box catch his eye. Enrique stopped the table from falling over. He grabbed up the note and the box.

Enrique,

Dress nice

Mikaela

His heart began to pound furiously in his chest.

The note was in her handwriting.

It smell like her perfume.

"Kae..." His fingers trace the letters. He lift the paper to his nose. It was her. It had to be her. He wasn't going crazy. She made him crazy. That woman...

He turned the paper over to spot an address.

He opened the blue box, studying it.

Enrique opened it, surprised by what it was. It was like his dream was calling to him. A small sword charm on a heavy chain laid in the box. A small note read something about him being her warrior. He put on the pendant, letting the cool gold lay on his bare chest.

Enrique barely made it up before he tripped over his own feet. He tried his best to rifle through his closet to find something to wear. An knock on the door catches his attention. He was halfway through finding a pair of pants when he opened the door. Oliver stood outside of it, looking amused.

"Good evening, Enrique. Slept well?"

"I need...I'm kind of in a hurry, Oli." Enrique picked up a shirt, sniff it then pitched it back onto the floor.

"Need some help to get ready for your 'date'?" Oliver used air quotations.

"What? You...you know about this?" Enrique held up the note.

"I have my sources. Need something to wear?" Oliver began to help his friend. It was the least he could do. They managed to put together something that was decent on him. Oliver had to shove Enrique into the bathroom to wash up. The guy was not going to meet Mikaela smelling like that. Enrique was soon cleaned, getting dress in a white shirt, jeans. Oliver threw him a red silk dress shirt then a leather jacket.

The jacket was a hint from Oliver from a certain lady.

Enrique stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? Should I be nervous?"

"Maybe. Do you want to be?" Oliver checked his watch, "if you don't hurry up, you're going to be late."

"I won't be." Enrique turned around, "I don't want to miss this."

Oliver gaped at his friend as they left the house. Dear God, his friend was really head over heels for Mikaela. Oliver grinned, humming himself a love song.

She was nervous.

She had been nervous since she first arrived in Italy. Mikaela sat at the bistro table, halfway fiddling with her fingernails about Enrique's arrival to the cafe. She was dress really nice. She planned out the whole outfit. The dark blue denims with the dressy blouse. She wore a red tank underneath with a pair of pumps that were just as red. The girls gave her a red handbag from Guess to go with her outfit. She had on a pair of Oakleys she had splurge on herself.

Red lipstick completed the entire look.

"Don't be nervous," Rory casually walked by. The others were there too but sitting away from Mikaela's table so when the two met, they could have their moment.

"I can't help it. I'm nervous and excited." Mikaela looked up and down, "God, I hope he shows up."

"He will."

Mikaela waited, checking the time from the others.

A black leather jacket with blond hair got her attention. He looked yummy. The leather just made her night. Then again, he always looked yummy to her. His blue eyes had turned to stare Oliver, like he was asking him questions. Oliver was keeping his mouth silent.

Oliver bow out to his friend, leaving him on his own to the cafe.

He was actually on time.

Mikaela got up from her table, pushing her seat back.

Enrique walked up to the cafe, checking his watch then looking around. The sunset on the water was a beautiful setting around the cafe. He was just unsure about it all since he couldn't find her in-

Their eyes met.

"Mikaela..." he breath.

Her hair was short. He hadn't been crazy. Her eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. She was dressed very well. He felt himself amused by her choice of the color, finding funny and sweet. Enrique couldn't move his legs, finding himself impossible to move at the sight of her.

She removed her shades, staring at him.

A smile formed on her red lips.

She moved towards him.

That was when he could move his legs.

"Mikaela..."

He stood in front of her, staring at her. She was real. Yes, she was there, in Venice, standing before him with a red lipped smile that just jolted through his mind. His heart felt like it was about to give way.

"Hello Enrique..."

"Kae...you're here."

"Always have." She chuckled, "I...would apologize for making you think that you were losing your mind. But, I thought, it would be better to hold off. I...really wanted to know if-"

"If I missed you?" He breathed, "You have no idea."

"I know. I know now."

"Mikaela?"

"Hmm?"

He reached out to her, wrapping his arms around her. Mikaela didn't have time to stop him but neither did she want him to. Enrique held her in his arms, tipping her over. His lips crashed against hers. Enrique kissed her. He didn't moved for a moment, just savoring the feel of her lips on his. The feel that she wasn't just a dream.

"I missed you," He whispered, pulling away from the kiss, "so much."

"I missed you too," Her breathing hitched.

He grinned, picking her up off her feet. Mikaela let out a yell, happily as he spun her around. Enrique put her back down on the ground, giving her another kiss. He was happy, laughing and smiling.

"You sneaky girl. You have me thinking I was crazy."

"You are crazy," Mikaela teased.

"Yes, crazy about you." He brushed a kiss on her temple.

There was an applause and cheering that caught the couple's attention. Enrique and Mikaela turned around to see the others were cheering them on. Abriella gave the two a proud smile. Rory and Madeline grinned happily with the two girls sharing a glance.

"Finally," Rory whispered.

"Good, she can stopped worrying now." Madeline chuckled.

"Now shall we leave you two alone or shall we spend it all together?" Fiona asked.

"First," Enrique held up a water goblet, "a toast to the start of a great summer."

His eyes met Mikaela's.

"I agree. A toast." She took her own as the group shared a toast to the beginning of a brand new summer adventure.