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Tori

"Look Tori! The taxis here are pulled by horsies!" Cat shrieks tugging at my jacket sleeve with one hand and pointing to the carriage-like vehicle with the other.

"Yea look at that…" I say uneasily looking around. We had just collected our baggage from the Yerbanian Airport's luggage carrousel, which was pulled by a goat who in turned was pulled by a young boy. After rescuing Rex from the hungry goat's mouth, we had made our way outside to hail a taxi and get to the hotel. However, once outside we saw that, as Cat had stated, the taxis consisted of horse drawn carriages. And not the cute romantic type carriages. These were literally large wooden boxes on wheels pulled by one or two horses and manned by small foreign men.

"Good Gandhi! These people are years ahead of our time!" Sikowitz exclaims while putting down his bag.

"Yea, if by 'our time' you mean one million B.C.…" Jade mutters dropping her bag next to her feet on the sidewalk. My eyes meet hers for a moment and I'm surprised to see her also looking at me, but I quickly turn my gaze away. After the incident on the plane we didn't talk for the rest of the flight. Once we got off the plane I tried to avoid her at all costs. It wasn't so much that I'm too mad to look at her; I just don't want her to see how much she had actually hurt me this time. My mom always told me that my eyes were the ones to give me and my emotions away, so with that in mind, I kept them as far away from her as possible.

"Hey look!" Andre calls out from next to me. We all follow his line of vision and land on one of the carriages where a man stands holding up a large hand-written sign that reads: 'HOLLIVOOD ARTS – TOREE VIGA & BADYS'

"'Badys?'" Beck questions. "Is that supposed to say buddies or a nice way of putting badass?" he adds with a grin.

"Well I guess that's our ride!" I exclaim with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. I'm beginning to wonder if Festus had ever gone to Hawaii to be able to even compare it to this place. But I mean, it is night time so maybe it will look pretty in the morning? And I suppose horse drawn carriages are rustic and ecofriendly…

Oh who am I kidding? So far this country isn't looking very promising. The only thing that keeps me hopeful is the idea of staying at the five star hotel Festus's brother owns. The online pictures portrayed it as a lavish resort filled with top of the line commodities. Now, all I have to do is keep the group's spirits and hopes up 'til we get there.

"Hi there!" Robbie calls out to the man holding the sign with a wide hand gesture. "We are Tori Vega and buddies from Hollywood Arts!" He enunciates each word loudly as though that will allow the man to understand him better. The foreigner simply stares at him with a bored expression while chewing his gum. His thick unibrow slightly rising at the sight of Rex on Robbie's arm.

"So um, are you here to take us to the hotel?" I ask hesitantly. His eyes sweep over me from head to toe in a way that made me feel very uncomfortable. Suddenly he grabs my wrist and pulls my palm to his face, where he then proceeds to inhale into it profusely. Just as quickly, he drops it and motions towards the carriage with his head as he makes his way to his seat up front by the horses. We all stare after him in utter shock and confusion but as soon as we see him lift the reins and ready himself to depart, we hurriedly scramble to climb onto the carriage. Robbie just barely manages to jump inside when the carriage suddenly takes off at an amazing speed.

"Talk about hose power…" Andre mumbles holding on to the sides to keep from bolting out. Cat scrunches up her face in confusion and suddenly widens her eyes as she gets the joke. She begins giggling and pokes Andre repeatedly on the shoulder in appreciation of his wittiness.

"Sooo…" I begin when I feel everyone's glare on me, well everyone except Cat who is still laughing at Andre's comment. "This is fun huh?" I say with a nervous laugh. "I mean, here we are, in a foreign country, riding a horse drawn carriage to our hotel! Pretty nice, eh?" Nothing. "Eh?" I raise my hand at Trina for a high five only for her to narrow her eyes at me even more. "Oh come on you guys!" I whine letting my arm drop. "We just got here! Wait 'til we get to the hotel! The five star hotel!" We hear the man snort up in the front. I ignore him and turn back to the group. "The online site said there is an indoor pool, arcade, sauna, and that the white sand beach is literally the resort's front yard!" There's a long stretch of silence and I'm afraid I've lost them for sure.

"I call first on the bodyboard!" Beck suddenly exclaims. That's quickly followed by Andre and Rex both calling 'second' at the same time and Robbie whining that he wanted to call second. Soon enough everyone is excitedly going over their planned activities once we reach the hotel and I let out a relieved sigh. I turn to Beck and he shoots me his easy going smile followed by a friendly wink. I mouth a 'thank you' and lean back against the wooden surface.

Thank goodness for Beck. Leave it to him to come and save the day when someone is in over their heads. He has the patience and understanding of a saint. It's no wonder he's been with Jade for so long. And it's not like I feel sorry for him. If anything, I guess I feel a little jealous. I mean, he gets to experience 'pleasant Jade' all the time, you know? Hang out with her when her guard is down. See the side of her that nobody else does. Now don't get me wrong, I do like Jade's mean streak and everything, I know it's part of her and all, I just don't like that she makes people think that it's the only side of her. And what wazzes me off even more is the fact that everyone settles for it! Everyone would much rather keep a safe distance and conform to her treatment, than fight back, fight for her! Then again, thinking back to what happened today I think maybe they're the smart ones. My mind keeps telling me that Jade played me, used my vulnerability against me and that the connection we had shared wasn't real. But my gut tells me otherwise. It just won't accept the idea of it not being genuine. It couldn't have not been.

I let out a sigh and turn my head to where I can see Jade leaning into Beck's side, smiling at something he's whispering in her ear. She chuckles and punches his leg playfully as she again settles her head on his shoulder, smile still in place. Suddenly her eyes meet mine, causing her smile to slowly fade away. I'm about to turn away when a certain look in her eyes makes mine freeze in place. It's a mixture of guilt, fear and confusion; all words and emotions that I would never in a million years associate with Jade West. Her eyebrows are a bit narrowed and her mouth slightly agape. My own brow arches in a questioning manner to which she just purses her lips and after a second of hesitation her face clears out the previous emotions, leaving her with just a thoughtful one. I can see an internal battle coursing through her mind as her eyes never leave mine. At this point I'm too enthralled to even think about looking away. Finally, after what feels like hours, her face softens, and there's a tiny tug on her lips, so faint I almost tell myself I imagined it. But sure enough, a small, tentative, crooked smile begins to take shape on her lips. Not one of her usual smirks, no this one is… genuine and apprehensive at the same time. Like she's hesitant to let me see it, afraid I'll reject it. But why on earth would I reje- oh.

It dawns on me then: this is Jade's way of apologizing! Well, as close to an apology as Jade can get. I'm so shocked that I don't respond to it. She sees this and her smile falters, but before I can react, the carriage suddenly comes to a halt and we're all shot forward, slamming into the front of the carriage and each other.

"We are here." The man deadpans in his thick accent. We stare at him in disbelief but as soon as we see him lift the reins and ready himself to depart again we scurry off the carriage. No sooner is the last person off than he's already taking off at full speed. After dusting ourselves and our baggage off we all gaze at the structure in front of us. The hotel is completely made of stone and resembles an old castle. It sits atop a huge cliff with a dirt trail leading all the way to the bottom, where we are currently standing.

"I am not going to walk all the way up that hill in these heels!" Trina cries after a beat of silence.

"Who even travels in heels?" I hear Beck question. Suddenly everyone starts talking and complaining at once.

"-heels portray a woman's confidence and-"

"-have to drag our luggage all the way up there?!"

"-that I'm allergic to walking-"

"-time my brother ate my purple heels and-"

"-can't remember a time when this wasn't happening-"

"-need to not bug out now-"

"-those palm trees have delicious coconuts in them-"

"-no one likes you!"

"GUYS!" I yell. Everyone quiets down and looks at me. "The sooner we get up there, the sooner we can rest! So let's tough it out and get this done." With that I turn around and begin the climb up the trail. After a couple of groans and whines I hear feet shuffling behind me. We continue our ascend in silence, the only noise being our heavy breathing and the distant sound of waves crashing.

"Wow guys look!" Andre suddenly exclaims. I stop and turn to where he's pointing and gasp. We had been so preoccupied in looking down at the path we were on to keep from tripping, that we had failed to look at our surroundings. At our current altitude the view from the trail is breathtaking. The moon shines brightly overhead, illuminating the vast ocean around us. Tropical trees and plants line the cliff's edge and fireflies hover over the entire land giving it an eerie but beautiful glow. It truly is a gorgeous sight. With renewed spirits, we finish the climb and arrive at the hotel's entrance chatting excitedly. As soon as we enter the lobby however, everyone stops talking.

I quickly look around, everything is old and worn, the couches are torn and patched up, and the walls are covered in ancient looking drapes. There are strange artifacts displayed in every direction, from stuffed animals to medieval cages and tools. All the furniture seems to belong in the 16th century and there is a peculiar smell emanating from somewhere. A man snoring loudly on a chair instantly becomes my number one suspect.

"This dump is our hotel?" Andre cries dropping his suitcase by one of the old couches.

"Yea…" I say uneasily, as I continue looking around in shock and disgust.

"Gross!" Trina hisses.

"Now I'm kinda glad I don't remember this place." Sikowitz exclaims from the door. Wow. You know something has crossed the weird line when even Sikowitz himself finds it disturbing.

"Hello!" a short man wearing a tan suit suddenly appears. "Hello to you buddies!" He introduces himself as Festus's brother, Scradis. He then approaches me and does that weird palm sniffing thing again! What the heck is up with people sniffing my hand?! I jerk it away with a disgusted look.

"Why?" I question. Before Scradis can answer, Cat steps forward with her Pear Pad in hand.

"It's a Yerbanian custom." She states pointing to her device. "See? It says: 'In Yerba, when people greet each other, they will often sniff each other's hands as a sign of friendship.' Hehe." I see Robbie do it to Rex in the background and a loud groan from Rex is heard. I turn to Scradis to see him put his own palm up by my face, expecting me to return the action. I politely turn it down. Seemingly unfazed by it, he proceeds to ask us what we think of his hotel. We all look around uneasily without saying anything. I mean, what can we say? The place is gross and ugly! But of course we can't just go out and say such-

"It's disgusting!" I hear the all too familiar voice of Jade exclaim.

Of course.

Thankfully, Scradis doesn't seem to catch it. After saying he would get someone to help us with our luggage, he disappears in the back room. As soon as he's gone everyone starts to complain.

"Ok, this isn't my fault!" I exclaim, immediately getting defensive at the looks everyone is giving me.

"Yea it is." Jade shoots back.

"How was I supposed to-" I'm cut off by Scradis entering the room with Kreploc, a man wearing a bright yellow jacket and eating some sort of sandwich. He looks me up and down just like the carriage driver had and all I can think of is that if he even dares sniff my hand I will beat him with the stuffed squirrel-thing on the table next to me. Seeing as though he has no intentions of doing so, I introduce myself.

Halfway through our greetings however, the door to the lobby bursts open and a group of men dressed in military uniforms rush in, blowing whistles and shouting angrily in a foreign language. I see Andre throw himself on the ground and everyone begins running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kreploc throw his sandwich in the air and start babbling something unintelligible. The soldiers seem to be heading straight to me so I jump onto a couch and out of the way. They instead seize Kreploc and drag him out of the hotel by force, all while he screams for us to help him. All I can do is stare after him as they left, slamming the door shut upon their exit.

I feel like my heart is beating out of my chest. I look around and see that everyone is in the same state I find myself in. Robbie and Rex on the floor, with Andre on the other side of the table. Trina is by the couch next to me and Sikowitz's behind us, his hair more tousled than usual. Cat, Beck and Jade all stand by the reception desk with Scradis and look equally startled.

What the hell have I gotten us into?

Jade

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

This dump is seriously considered a five star hotel?! Out of how many? A million? I'm standing with Beck by the reception area looking at the picture of an actual resort on the wall.

"You know?" he says studying the picture. "I think that's the hotel we were gonna stay at in Cancun." I shoot him the most venomous glare I can manage and he simply shrugs and raises his arms in surrender, walking away to sit on one of the couches. I walk towards a shelf that contains random ancient tools and knick knacks. Bored, I turn my gaze to the front desk, where Vega is currently talking to Scrappy, or whatever the fuck his name is. I can't hear what they're saying but Vega has a worried look on her face and I swear if she bites her lip any harder it'll fall off. I smirk a little at seeing her current frazzled expression.

After my conversation with Beck on the plane, and much thinking, I decided to give this whole "friendship" thing a chance. I mean, it hadn't been horrible hanging with Vega on the plane… I actually quite enjoyed it. I never really had a lot of chick friends… well, I actually never really had many friends, period, for reasons I've previously explained. But I always found it difficult to get along with girls in particular. I guess guys are just easier to handle for me, I know how to please them so with a little flirting here, a small seductive glance there, I have them eating out of the palm of my hand. Wait, that's not a friendship either huh? Ugh, whatever. Point is my social skills clearly suck ass. So this is completely new territory. But being with Vega had awoken some type of need in me. And what Beck had said really did make sense.

I'm not gonna lie though, it does scare the absolute shit out of me to even consider opening up to anyone. And like Beck stated before, it took years for me to let him in. But it paid off. He proved to me that he could be trusted, and I love what I have with him. But he makes a good point. Sometimes he isn't enough. There's things that I just can't come to him with, first of all 'cause he's a guy, and secondly because he's my boyfriend. I guess that's why girls insist on having at least one friend of their own sex. Hell, even boys do it. Beck hangs with Andre sometimes, to do guy stuff, whatever the fuck that is. Probably jerk off to Victoria's Secret commercials… Speaking of Victoria, here she comes now. And why the fuck is she carrying two screw drivers on a chain?

"Well?" I ask. Ever since the incident on the plane she's been avoiding me. I tried to make peace through a silent understanding on the carriage and she seems to be less on edge but I'm still not sure where she stands on this whole deal. I've never been good with the whole apology stuff so it's really hard for me to know what's gonna happen next.

"Here are the keys to your rooms…" she says with her dorky nervous laugh. I simply glare at her.

"Those are screw drivers." I deadpan.

"I know…" she says hesitantly, "he said to stick it in the key hole and jiggle it." I roll my eyes and take it from her while Sikowitz suddenly approaches.

"What did he say about the indoor swimming pool?" he asks wearing large goggles. Vega hesitates before answering.

"Well… uh, apparently," she begins nervously. "this country is sort of… 'at war', so the swimming pool here is actually filled with… ammunition." She finishes and looks away. I feel my pace quicken as my frustration rises.

"And where's the white sand beach?" I question. To which Sikowitz follows immediately.

"Yea where's the beach?" he removes his large goggles only to reveal smaller ones underneath.

"It's uh… It's been taken over by rebels." she informs us.

Count to ten, Jade. Count to ten.

"Ok," one, "so before you booked our trip here," two, "you forgot to find out," three, "that this is the worst country on earth?" Four. Ok, that could've been worse. I mentally congratulate myself. After a beat of silence, Tori looks to the side and blurts out a 'yea'. I simply nod my head in resignation.

"Jade, don't be such a Crabby Cathy…" Sikowitz chastises.

"I have every right to be a Crabby Ca-" I stop in the middle of my sentence when I see Beck on the couch with two Yerbainian whores all over him. FivesixseveneightninetenFUCK IT. "Uh, Crabby Cathy is about to get a little bit crabbier." I warn as I make my way to them. It doesn't take long to scare them off. After a little hissing match they run along and crawl back into the holes they came from. Beck just shrugs at me apologetically and I throw him an 'I'll deal with you later' look. Right about then Trina and Robbie come in and start complaining about the rooms and then some other stuff that I couldn't care less about happens. Something about Andre getting bit by some sort of vampire thing. That kinda got my attention but as soon as I heard moth I tuned them all out again. The guys and Sikowitz started heading to their rooms, but Trina dragged Cat off to where she thought she had seen the gift shop, saying she wanted to avoid going back to the room for as long as possible. That left Tori and I standing awkwardly in the lobby.

"I guess we should go get settled." She says, and turns towards the elevators, which I have to admit I was surprised this so called hotel even had. We're both quiet for a while as the elevator starts its ascend.

"Listen Jade-"

"Look Vega-"

We both speak at the same time. I purse my lips and she smiles, motioning for me to go first just when I give her a nod to continue. Again we're quiet for a moment. She laughs awkwardly and looks down at her feet. I roll my eyes and step out of the elevator when it finally reaches our floor. Vega follows me quietly and once we reach our door she proceeds to insert the screw driver and jiggle it. Sure enough, the door swings open. And let me just tell you, the rest of the hotel is the Four fucking Seasons compared to this shitty ass room. The walls are covered in dark, dirty drapes, the bathroom consists of a dirty toilet and a metal tube sticking out of the wall which I'm assuming works as the shower. The sink is literally a bucket of water on a table. The carpet is dirty and I probably will never know what its original color was. The bed is tall and wide but has springs sticking out everywhere. The blanket is made up of various burlap sacks sewn together. And to make matters even lovelier, our huge window has a first row view of the battle ensuing outside. What's weird though, is that even though we went up a few floors, there's flat ground right outside our window, leading into the woods. I guess our room is on the side of the hotel that is built into the cliff so the levels are different.

"Well, this certainly ain't no honeymoon suite, that's for sure…" I mutter as I fling my suitcase on the bed. I turn and look at Vega, who is still taking in the room. Her eyes finally come around to mine and she begins getting fidgety again.

"Look Vega," I begin. "About earlier today, on the plane. I… It was stupid ok? So let's just-"

"'It was stupid?'" She questions, her eyebrows furrowed. There's a hint of anger in her tone. Oh so I guess she hasn't forgiven me. "What was stupid, Jade? The fact that you totally humiliated me and made me feel like crap or the fact that I was stupid enough to fall for your game?"

"Hey, now! Why are you getting all defensive? I already apologized!" I throw my hands up defensively and walk away towards the dresser. Of course Vega would make this harder than it has to be.

"What? No you didn't!" she cries. "Not properly anyway!" I groan loudly and turn to face her again. She has her hands on her hips and is glaring at me. "You smiled at me Jade, and as hard as I know that must've been for you to even manage, it doesn't make it an apology." She drops her arms and sits on the bed, letting out a loud sigh. "What happened today, Jade? We were having so much fun… We, we were getting along! You know what a big deal that is for us?" She motions between me and her, meeting my eyes again, but I can't keep her gaze, so I look down at my feet. "What a big deal that is for me?" she adds softly. My eyes snap up at her again. She's fidgeting with the bottom part of her shirt, head down. Ugh. I hate this. I hate this feeling of guilt, this damn helplessness tugging me in different directions. Maybe I was wrong in thinking I need this. Maybe this isn't worth it. Maybe she isn't worth it.

"What do you want from me, Vega?" I snap. She looks up, startled by my sudden change. "What do you want me to do? Huh? Want me to cry? Beg for your forgiveness? Because if that's what you want then you can just take that screw driver and shove it up your-"

"I want you to tell me if it was real." she says getting up from the bed and turning to face me. I stare at her, and she stares right back. Her expression firm, unfaltering.

"What are you-"

"I need you to tell me if it was real, back on the plane, us. Or if it was just you screwing with me." Her eyes remain on mine, drilling me for the truth.

This is it. This is what I wanted. If I just say it, if I just tell her that it was real, she'll forgive me. She'll forgive me and we'll be ok. We'll be friends. That's what I wanted isn't it?

Then why the fuck is it so hard to do?

I open my mouth, just to close it again when nothing comes out. I try again but nothing intelligible is produced. Her shoulders drop. And I can see the immense hurt flash across her eyes before she finally tears her gaze away from mine. She turns from me and hangs her head.

"Forget it." She mutters. She's quiet for a few seconds, and all I can do is stand there, looking at the back of her head like an idiot. I want to say something, tell her that I'm sorry, that I just don't know how to do this, that I probably need her more than she needs me. And that it scares the shit out of me to even admit this to myself, even more so to her. But that very fear paralyzes me, and keeps those words unspoken. Suddenly she lets out a loud harsh laugh, startling me. "You're right." She scoffs, turning to look at me, and I see her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "It was stupid. It was stupid for me to think that you could ever change. That you would suddenly stop hating me and finally accept me. God, I'm such an idiot…" she shakes her head and smiles bitterly. "I just… I just didn't wanna give up on you, you know?" she looks up at me again, her face contorted in pain. A tear finally breaks free and slides down her cheek. "I didn't want to risk missing out on something great by giving up on you." My heart clenches and I feel like I'm about to puke. "'Great.'" She repeats. "I thought we could be great friends…" she shakes her head again, as if the idea is ridiculous. "And you know what the best part is? What the cherry on top of this crapfest of a sundae is?" She pauses as though she's giving me a chance to respond, but I couldn't speak even if I wanted to at this point. "That I don't regret a single second of it. That I would go through it all again in a heartbeat if only to relive those moments with you, knowing full well that they weren't real. And you wanna know why, Jade?" Silence. "Because to me they were." She whispers.

Something breaks. Something cracks within me, something hard and cold. I feel as though I can't breathe. Like my chest is contracting in itself keeping all the oxygen out. My body goes numb as emotions I didn't even think I was capable of feeling rush me, and it's too much. It's just too much. I don't understand them. I don't know what they mean. What the fuck is going on?

My face is clearly doing a fantastic job at hiding the emotional turmoil taking place within me, remaining a hard stoic outer shell, because Vega simply stares at me disbelievingly. Hell, I bet even me punching her in the face right now would be a more expected response than my utter silence. She shakes her head once more, this time in disappointment, and turns to walk out the door. A wave of fear jolts through my body bringing it out of its catatonic state.

"W-wait!" I blurt out, taking a step forward. She stops but doesn't turn around. I still have no idea what to say. I know what I should say; I know what I want to say, but I can't seem to put it together in actual words. Afraid she's gonna try and leave again, I make my way up to her cautiously, as to not scare her away. She's giving no hint of turning to face me, so I hesitantly go around her 'til I'm standing in front of her. Her face is down, but I can still see the shimmer in her eye as I'm sure she's fighting back more tears. Do something, Jade. Do something, goddammit! She slowly lifts her face, and drags her eyes to mine. And once I look into her eyes, all my doubts disappear, and I know that Beck was right. That it is worth it. That she's worth it.

"It was real." I mutter. "All of it. Well, except the part at the end, that was just me being a scared little bitch, and for that I'm-" I close my eyes and let out a slow shaky breath. Here we go. "And for that I-I'm… fuck… I'm-I'm sorry, Tori."

I slowly open my eyes and search for hers. She's frozen in place looking back at me. Her eyes shifting quickly between my own, searching, probing for the truth. I feel myself blush and look away. I cannot believe I just said that. The words felt so foreign leaving my lips. But I can't deny that it feels... pleasant. It's a sort of unburdening feeling. And I can suddenly breathe again.

"You… you just-" she finally stutters.

"Yes, yes, I know what I just said, ok? And I actually meant it so just-"

"You called me Tori." She says softly, a smile slowly creeping onto her face. My head snaps back up, eyes scrunched up in confusion.

"If that's all you gathered from that statement I'm gonna be really upset 'cause I won't repeat it." I tell her.

"No, no, I heard, I heard." She says motioning with her hands. "It's just, you almost never call me Tori…" she smiles wider, if that's even possible. "That's actually how I can tell you meant it." I look at her like she's gone crazy. But I can't fight the smile that suddenly pulls at my lips.

"Yea," I say looking her in the eye. "I really meant it, Tor-ee." I chuckle and shake my head when she gives me another dorky smile at the mention of her name.

Just then, Cat and Trina come running in, completely out of breath, and a look of fear on their faces.

"What happened?" Tori questions in a worried tone, wiping at her eyes for any remaining tears. The other two girls too panicked to notice.

"They- they-" Trina manages in-between breaths. "They took the gift shop clerk!"

"They? They who?" I ask looking over at Cat who is doubled over with her hands on her knees, trying to regain her breath.

"The soldier men!" she cries. "They took her!" I roll my eyes and gather my PJ's so I can go change in the bathroom while they excitedly tell the story.

After changing I open the door and begin to brush my teeth over the bucket. Vega comes in with her own toothbrush and stands next to me while applying tooth paste to it. She meets my gaze in the small mirror mounted on the wall over the bucket and throws me a small smile. I smirk at her and continue brushing my teeth, still holding her gaze in the mirror. We simply stare at each other's reflections in silence for a minute or so before she speaks.

"So…" she drawls in a low voice, as to not be heard by the two girls in the next room. "Does this mean we're… friends now?" She says biting her bottom lip and wiggling her eyebrows. I stop the brushing motions and gawk at her.

"Just brush your teeth, Vega." I say through a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. I see her pout as I bend down to spit out. She begins brushing her own teeth as I dry my mouth with the towel, still looking at her reflection. I turn to walk out, but stop at the door, spinning on my heel so I'm facing her again, a small smile on my own lips.

"Yes." I say, and I see her head jerk up towards me, toothpaste dripping from her mouth. "Yes it does." And with that I walk back into the room and head for the bed. But not before hearing a small happy squeal come from behind me. I roll my eyes and don't even try to hide the biggest smile I've given all day.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

AN: So I don't know when the next update will be up... I thought I had more chapters done but apparently I only had 4 -_- My goal was to post a new one every day... but maybe it'll be every two days? I don't know, we'll see how my brain and hands are working to get them done faster. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far! :)