"Come in." I said from were I stood.

"You ok?" came Nicks voice soft as silk.

"Yeh. You ready to go?" I asked as I picked up my bag and walked to the door he moved out of the way, as if to let me pass. But he grabbed my arm and closed the door.

"Look you should know why your dad acted that way…"

"Step dad." I corrected.

"Fine step dad. The kids on this street hangout together but in two separate groups if you know what I mean." Nick continued.

"Let me guess your in one group and my step brothers are in the other." I said with a smirk.

"Yeh." he replied in a slightly shy voice.

"Nick you know what?" I said taking a seat on my bed. "I was dreading coming hear leaving my friends. Though my mum thinks me sneaking out was to see a guy. I have to say not true." smiling at him. "But I cant change anything I'm hear now, and you know I think im going to like it."

Nick just smiled and opened my bedroom door, stepping out and I followed. We walked down stairs. I shouted bye and have fun but got no answer. I just shrugged and walked out.

"We were half way down the street returning to my Gran's, when it hit me, there were flashes of me or someone who looked like me. When I opened my eyes again Nick was carrying me in his arms. My bag was thrown casually over his shoulder.

"I can walk if I'm heavy." I said looking at Nicks neck.

"No." It was a single word that sent shivers down my spine. Nick walked around the house to the back door. Which was open and stood in the doorway. No one had moved from when we'd left.

"Nick?" Gran said questioningly. She must have been a little confused.

"She passed out on the way back. She hit the floor hard and might have a concussion." He said still stood in the doorway.

"I'm fine." I said looking up at him.

He turned and looked at me, his eyes were lick pools of black mass sucking me in. he settled me on my feet only I couldn't move my arms, when I finally did move them it happened again.

A flash of someone stood on a bridge. In a very old fashioned white dress, she was saying something.

"Under the rock at 17 west road in the garden."

Then I saw Nick. He looked concerned. He'd scooped me up again. I laid my head on his shoulder. He carried me upstairs and I could hear the group around Gran's table say I was faking it.

Nick took me into the pink room which Gran had given me to be my room. He settled on the bed.

"Get some rest." was all he said before walking out.

The romance. The spark and yet nothing. Not a damn thing. Not even a blooming kiss. Oh the nerve!.

At least I know what he's hiding beneath that shirt a very nicely maintained body. I'm guessing at least a six pack.

I was trying to picture Nick with his shirt off, when I remembered the vision. I had these visions for nearly five months. Since I terned 16. I have no idea why, I just do what they say. So today was no exception. Only I had no idea were 17 west road was.

So I got change and slid a small dagger into my boots and went into the kitchen.

"Anyone want to give a girl a ride?" I asked tying my hair up.

"Where?" Asked Nick.

"17 west road. I have something to do." when I said the address Nick stood and walked toward to the door.

"Come on then." he said over his shoulder.