My eyes jerk open. The light of the sun reflecting the snow hurts them. Not much has happened between Iggy and I, but that dream... I needed to stay close to Iggy. Angel wasn't in the room, and the smell of bacon and gravy filled the air. I put on my dark blue T-shirt, royal purple sweater, and a pair of thick tights. I check the time and it's 7:28. I head downstairs and every one was wearing a different color sweater. Max in a light blue, Fang in a dark grey (he's actually not wearing black. Surprise!) Iggy in a maroon, Gazzy in a green, and Angel in a light pink. The kitchen is always chaos in the morning, but today it was... Well, not as chaotic. Iggy turned around to add another plate to the table, and the bruise on his nose hadn't gone away at all. All along the bridge of his nose was an ugly purple. We ate, and Gazzy started dishes.

"Ig? Come here."

"OK" he followed my footsteps up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"The bathroom? What are we doing in here?"

"Just wait a minute." I grab my makeup brush and add some concealer onto it.

"I'm blind. For all I know you could be sharpening a knife."

I squirt some white face paint to it.

"Like I would ever hurt you."

He points to his bruise

"... Intentionally"

I mix it together until I get his skin tone. I add it to his face.

"I... Is this makeup?"

"Don't worry, it's to cover up that nasty bruise. And it's your skin tone. Ghost white!"

"Wow, thanks."

I kiss his nose. "You'll live."

"Thanks." The light touch of his fingers move to my eye. "You need to cover yours up, too." He smiles. I was going to stick to him like glue. Last time we saw Ella, she had the biggest crush on him. She was only a year younger than Ig. My face went red.

"Don't worry about Ella. I'm yours." He kisses my lips, slightly missing. It was like a he could read minds too.

"Angel told me." He whispers. He moves his hand up to my waist. "That's a pretty color. Suits you."

"Thanks!" I say, turning away from him. "But I need to work on my makeup."

He gives a faked disappointed look. "OK." He leaves. I finish up with faint dark blue eye shadow and pink lip gloss. I pop some pink bubblegum into my mouth and leave the bathroom. I go to the bedroom to pack up. Man, Christmas is in 3 days. I can't wait! I got everyone gifts, too. I got Max a shirt that says, "No. Just No." Fang a new MP3, Iggy a Coldplay, KISS, and Chainsmokers CD, Gazzy a new tool set, and Angel a new stuffed dolphin. Gazzy's was the most expensive, coming to $50. The total was $97. Whenever I get money, I spend half, and put the other half in a small plastic bag under my bed. I have no clue how I'm going to carry all this, but we leave the day after tomorrow and its a 3 hour flight. I think we should just leave today and just hijack a car. I'll tell Max this. I go downstairs to find her cuddling up to Fang on the couch.

"Max, can we just get a car, I mean, how are we even going, to like, carry this stuff? Everything is so hea-"

"OK, first of all, shut up. But, we do have a heavier load... OK, sure. Fang, fake drivers license?"

He nods. "OK, and that should give Gazzy and Iggy enough time to get back from Walmart." She and Fang got up to make the license. Well, they were old enough to drive, but law requires drivers under 18 to be accompanied by an adult (no adult), no driving out of state (we are driving out of state) and no driving after dark (we're not driving at night, at least). After an hour, Max comes through the house and tells us that we need to leave tomorrow morning, and that it's almost a 12 hour drive.

"We need to leave about 5:30." OK, so we will break the law. It gets dark earlier now. We have a car hidden. Its one we had stolen once. We keep it behind the old gas station. Iggy gets back.

"Hey! Where did you guys go?"

"Gazzy ran out of gun powder, and I needed something."

"What did you need?,"

"Oh, the locket for Max and Fang broke. I couldn't fix it, so I got a new one." He says casually. It's time for lunch now, and I have salad. I try to keep lunch, 'no meat' for this diet, and its totally working. I can't always do it though, seeing as we sometimes need to eat what we have. Iggy makes us hot chocolate, but he burns his hand. There was a loose string on his bandages, and it fought on fire. It didn't burn his whole hand, but it burned a little bit. He doctored himself, and got back to cooking whatever he was cooking. Everyone else was building a snow man waiting for Iggy to come out to have a snowball fight. And it was so cold that night, we all slept in the living room. I got up close to Iggy in the floor. Max and Fang had the couch and Angel and Gazzy had the chair. And I had the same nightmare.