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"Wake up Sleeping Beauty," a voice softly called to me.

"Five more minutes Lovey," I groaned, nestling up to Eric's chest.

"What did you just call me?" the voice chuckled.

That wasn't Eric's voice. I shot my eyes open and focused on Kennedy's face.

"I'm still here," I whispered, sitting up.

"What do you mean?" Kennedy asked, leaning his shoulder on mine.

"Nothing," I replied, my head still spinning, "just a bad dream."

"Well you're awake now," Kennedy kissed my forehead, "and that's good, because we have to go to sound check, and then the show tonight."

Kennedy slid out of bed and pulled on his jeans. I noticed the scratches on his back as he rounded up his clothes on the ground. Things got a little rough, I hope no one noticed. I hadn't realized I was digging into his skin that bad.

"Have you seen my phone?" he asked, still pacing around the room.

"No, why?" I asked, yawning.

"I wanted to call Mom and check up on Fletcher," Kennedy replied. He slipped on his vans and marched into the bathroom. "Found it!" he called to me.

"Kennedy," I replied, "who's Fletcher?"

"You're kidding right?" he laughed as he popped his head out of the bathroom door.

"Not exactly," I replied, my stomach turned. Kennedy was going to think I was insane.

"Honey, Fletcher is our son. You know that…"

I had a son in this world too? And I named him Fletcher? Where was my Hawke? I was a mom and I had never met my son. My heart hurt as I thought about a poor little boy back in Arizona who had no idea that his mother was oblivious to his existence.

"Right," I shook my head and crawled out of bed. Slowly putting my clothing on one piece by one piece, I felt myself beginning to cry. Hold it together. I snapped at myself. Don't mess this up. Wiley told you to just watch and learn. If you keep acting like you're from another planet it's going to blow everything.

"Hey you come here," Kennedy waved me over and I fell into his arms. Hugging his chest I breathed in his aroma and felt as the memories came flooding back.

"What's been up with you?" Kennedy asked into my hair, "first you think Eric's your husband, you think The Summer Set's still together, and now you forget who our son is…"

"I'm sorry," I cried into his chest, "I've just been really mixed up lately, please don't worry about me."

"Of course I'm going to worry about you, you're my wife, and I love you."

"I love you too," I reached up and pecked his lips, "I always have."

"Well that's good to know," Kennedy laughed and kissed me again. "Well this is lovely," he began, "but we have to go."

"Where are we going?" I asked, backing out of his hold.

"I think we're getting something to eat, and then off to practice. You feel warmed up?" he asked.

"Warmed up? Why would I need to be warmed up?"

"For the show tonight," Kennedy wrinkled his brow, "Element's of Surprise. Any of this making sense?"

"Element's of surprise? What about them?"

"Britta, you're the lead singer. You wrote all the songs…"

"Oh my god," I sighed, "I can't handle this."

Kennedy pulled me in again. "Look whatever's going on; please let me know how I can help you. Do you want to go home? I can tell the guys you're sick. Just let me know what to do."

"No, I don't want to go home," I cried into his chest, "I'm fine, I promise. Just a little overwhelmed."

Kennedy rubbed my back as I tried to calm down. Time seemed to stand still when I was in his arms. I remembered how much I missed it. Grasping onto the back of his shirt I squeezed tighter and lightly kissed him chest.

"Britta," he whispered, "we have to go okay. We can talk at dinner."

"Okay," I replied.

Kennedy grabbed the room key off the table and laced his hand with mine. "Come on," he led me out of the room and shut the door.

"Kennedy," I stopped him, "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked, before kissing my forehead.

"For everything," I replied, "you're amazing."

"Come on," he tugged me down the hallway, "I love you, Kid."

***

We sat at the restaurant and I gazed around the table. Lacey sat with John Ohh as they attempted to read the menu. Her diamond engagement ring glistened in the candle light and I admired it's beauty. I still couldn't believe she had ended up with John O'Callaghan. John Gomez fought so hard for her. Lacey was a girl who goes for what she wants and never gives up. That's how she and John Gomez ended up together, but I guess she changed her mind.

The guys from This Century sat at the table directly across from us and I watched as Joel nearly fell on the floor laughing at a joke Ryan had just told. Another blonde sat at their table, nursing a bottle of imported beer. I almost recognized his face, but I couldn't put a name to it. Sean slapped his arm, shaking him from his trace, and mumbled his name. Tris? As in Tristan? No! Chris. Chris Danforth! I figured out who he was in my head. Well, in this world, I guessed we were band mates. How the hell had I ended up in Element's of Surprise? What a fucked up world this was.

I looked straight across the table from me and met eyes with Eric. He shyly smiled and looked the other way. His hair was shorter. Cut just above his ears. It made his eyes look nice. Watching his empty ring finger, I subconsciously began twirling mine. I wanted to take it off and stand up in front of everyone and explain everything. But I couldn't do that; they'd all think I was crazy. Well, most of them already did, after the ordeal on the plane.

Eric looked back at me and my heart skipped a beat. He picked up his water and took a sip, not taking his eyes off mine. My lips quivered and I tried to think of something, anything to say. John Ohh cracked a joke in the foreground and Eric chuckled lightly. I loved his smile. Soon my heart was beating my ears and the restaurant began to slowly fade away. A candle burned between Eric and me as he began to bit his lower lip. My eyes remained focused on his.

"We have a son," I whispered, "his name's Hawke, and he's beautiful. He has your eyes."

Eric didn't seem to hear me, since he continued to focus on the conversation that was buzzing out of my range.

"We got married in Vegas, I was pregnant, but we didn't know. I call you Lovey; you know after your guitar, I named her Lovey. We have a beautiful house in Chandler. And I have an album named All These Mistakes I've Made, I dedicated it to you," I continued rambling until I closed it with, "I love you."

"Britta," Kennedy's voice pulled me back to reality, "I'm going to the bathroom, you alright?"

"What, yeah, I'm fine." I shook my head and waved him toward the bathroom, "go, I'll be fine."

As soon as Kennedy left the table I cleared my throat. Eric's eyes shot to mine and he gave me a half smiled.

"So, Eric." I leaned my chin on my palm, "how are you?"

"I'm fine," he smiled, "why do you ask?"

"Just interested," I replied, "you have a girlfriend?"

Eric laughed and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "no I don't Britta."

"How's Lucy?" I asked.

John Ohh cleared his throat and Lacey sucked in a deep breath. "What?" I looked around the table confused, "what did I say?"

"Lucy died Britt," Eric replied crestfallen, "she got hit by a car a few months ago, you were there when it happened. You tried to save her."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I pictured Lucy's cute little face, "she died? Eric I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he squeezed his eyes shut, "she's in a better place now, and Dana got me a new puppy."

"Aww really?" I smiled, "what's his name?"

"Hawke," Eric replied.

My heart stopped, "what, what did you say?"

"I said his name his name is Hawke…" Eric repeated.

"Eric, that's…"

"Excuse me ma'am," a waiter came and bumped into my shoulder. I looked up confused. Wiley stood before me wearing a pressed white shirt and black tie. "Ma'am I'm going to need your help for a second."

"What?" I barked.

"Just come with me!" Wiley pulled me away from the table and into a tiny hallway.

"What are you doing!?" I exclaimed.

"Saving your ass," he ripped off the tie. Placing his Red Sox hat back on his head, he grabbed my shoulders and leaned in.

"You're not going to try and kiss me are you?" I replied as he got closer to my face.

"Why? It's not like we're broken up," Wiley replied.

"Yes we are!" I yelled.

"Exactly!" Wiley backed away, "just like you and Eric aren't together! You can't keep bringing up details from you and Eric's relationship, because in this world, it didn't happen!"

"But, it did," I cried, "I know it did."

"No it didn't!" Wiley exclaimed, "you have to get a grip or you're not going to learn anything."

"What the fuck am I supposed to be learning anyway?" I screamed, "this isn't teaching me anything. All I did was have amazing sex with Kennedy, and now I'm here. At a restaurant in Paris, sitting across from my husband, that isn't even really my husband."

"And how does that make you feel?" Wiley asked.

"Like shit," I replied, my voice dropping an octave, "like I miss him. But then there's Kennedy."

"Does Kennedy make you happy?" Wiley asked.

"Of course he does," I admitted.

"So everything's perfect?" he questioned.

"I guess so," I shrugged.

"Does that look perfect?" Wiley turned my shoulders to face the group. Kennedy was back at the table and Lacey's head was rested on John's shoulder. Andrew and Justin had joined my table, Andrew's seat next to mine. Everyone was smiling. Drinks were flowing, laughs filled the room.

Then I noticed Eric. He wasn't smiling, or laughing, or drinking. He slowly dragged his finger in circles around the rim of his glass. Leaning back in his chair, his light zip up hoodie separated and a hint of red popped out. The red tank top that I had worn so many times, he was wearing it. He started into the distance, then at Kennedy, and then at my empty chair.

"You still want me to answer those questions you asked before?" Wiley asked as I turned back and faced him.

"I only want to know one, and that's the only one that matters…"

"And which one would that be?" Wiley asked.

"Did the night we went to Walmart and kissed in room 115 happen?" I calmly asked.

"Yes," Wiley whispered, "it all happened. Everything."

"So, I really do love Eric," I whispered, "but I chose Kennedy."

"Yes, you do and you did," Wiley shook his head.

"I have to fix this," I exclaimed.

"See you're learning things already," Wiley smiled as he backed away.

"What do you mean?" I exclaimed, "help me fix this, Wiley!" He was gone.

I casually walked back to the table and took my seat. Eric darted his eyes to the floor and Kennedy nudged my arm. "Where were you?"

"Talking to a friend," I replied.

"Just a friend?" Kennedy laughed.

"Yes," I replied defensively.

"I'm just kidding," he laced his fingers with mine, "I know it was just a friend, besides, who loves you more than me?"

My eyes automatically darted to Eric. "No one," I sadly whispered.


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