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Chapter 8 - Dakota

That week went by so quickly. It just started out with us learning about the actual Runaways. I got to talk to Cherie and be able to share the most personal thoughts with her. Kristen and I had been with each other a lot and Joan seemed to have noticed.

"Well, you two have become the best of friends." She commented one day, while showing us what songs we were to perform. I immediately turned away, as I blush so easily and it could give anything away, instead I let Kristen answer.

"Yeah. Haven't you been talking to her? How can't I love this girl." She looked down at me and smiled.

"Well I'm glad to hear. I hate to take her away from you but can I talk to Kristen for a bit? We have to discuss a few issues about scenes." She said, smiling warmly at me.

"Sure." Kristen eyed her suspiciously. I guessed she didn't know what scenes Joan was talking about. They both got up and left into a small room. I sat down and read one more time through the lyrics, trying to memorize them.

Im a blonde bombshell and I wear it well…

Kristen

Joan's facial expression changed immediately when she shut the door. It went from being a friendly and warm smile to an "I'm going to kill you," kind of thing.

"Kristen…" She said in a low voice, as if there wasn't a wall to separate us from everyone else.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"What's going on with you and Dakota?" She said, glaring at me until I looked away.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid. I can tell the way you look at her. The way you say her name. every time you talk about her your eyes light up." She said, her angry calmed a bit by the end of her sentence.

"Hey. You don't know shit. You don't know if anything is even going on. What if were just friends?" I immediately got defensive and she could tell.

"Look Kristen-"

"No," I cut her off before she could continue, "I don't give a shit what you think. If I'm with her then why should it matter to you?"

"She 16." She said.

" I don't care. Shes much more mature then that and you know it." I answered defiantly.

"It's your business if your with her. But I care about you and all I can tell you is to be careful. You know how Hollywood is. One thing they catch you doing and you could get locked up."

"I'd be willing to take that risk." I said, before walking over to the door.

"Kristen.." Was the last thing I heard before I closed the door behind me.

Dakota immediately knew something happened when I walked up to her.

"Come on." I said quickly as I lit a cigarette and walked past her.

"What's wrong?" I could hear the concern in her voice.

"Don't worry. We just have the rest of the day off. You can bring the songs if you want."

She quickly caught up to me when I opened the front studio door for her. As soon as we stepped outside there was a flash from the side of a tree. I didn't even look up, simply flipped the camera off as I helped Dakota into the car. My temper was bad and all I wanted to do at that moment was turn at the person with the camera and hit them in the face.

I quickly walked to the other side of the car and got in.

"Fuck me." Were the first words to leave my mouth when the door closed.

"Not now." I heard Dakota say. I turned around to find her completely serious. That changed my mood a bit. I smiled at her as I started the car.

"I didn't mean it like that." I said when I started driving.

"Oh." She said, I bit of embarrassment in her voice. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere nice where we don't have to see flashes all over the place."

It got silent afterwards, but it wasn't awkward. It was more peaceful and full of tranquility. We drove for about half an hour before Dakota finally fell asleep. I continued driving for another hour until we finally got to a cliff at the side a small river…

Dakota

I dreamed about her again. This time she wasn't crying. I saw her lying on the bed next to me. Her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping. She was curled up with the sheet on top of her. I sat up a bit to get a better look at the room. It was dark, but it was obvious it was her hotel room. Everything was silent except for Kristen's smooth breathing. I looked at her for a bit then leaned into her ear and whispered, "Kristen, I need you." I saw her jump a bit, then turn around.

Suddenly I woken up by a soft nudge on my shoulder.

"Dakota, wakey wakey." It took a bit to open my eyes. When I finally did I saw Kristen smiling down at me. I sat up and saw I wasn't in the car. I saw water in front of us as it slowly moved up the sand.

"Where are we? Did you carry me out here?" I asked, still a bit confused about the whole scene.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you up so I carried you out here. Its quiet." She said, sitting next to me on the sand, looking out into the water. It was surrounded by cliffs, a waterfall on the side of one. Plants growing everywhere. It was beautiful but seemed strangely familiar.

"You like it?" She asked, amused by my interest on one particular cliff. It was so high but I knew I'd seen it before.

"Yes. Its relaxing. We should come out here more." I answered, smiling over at her.

"Yeah. Whenever you want, I'll drive us out here." It fell silent after that.

"So, what did Joan say?" I asked, breaking the silence. Her expression changed from being relaxed to being mad but changed back to normal.

"Nothing important. We just went over a few details and she told me we had the rest of the day off."

"Oh." I knew it was a lie but I didn't argue. I'd find out eventually. We sat on the beach for hours, talking and talking. I knew I felt loved her as more then a friend, but the thought got into my head. I was 16 and she was 19. I didn't bring it up though, the moment was to perfect to ruin with my concerns.

By the time we got back to the hotel it was already 12. We got to our hotel rooms and stopped in front of my door. She turned to face me, playing with the keys in her hand.

"So, I hope your relaxed enough cause tomorrow we got an interview. You know how those are."

"Yeah I think I am. Thanks." I looked up at her and smiled. She cupped my face in her hand and kissed on the lips. I suddenly realized we hadn't kissed ever since what happened a week ago, which Stella interrupted. We hadn't talked about it with her but we knew eventually we had to.

"Good night." She whispered before turning around and walking over to her room. She looked at me once before going into her room and smiled. Her smile was heartbreaking. I felt my whole body sink whenever she even looked at me. I smiled back at her before walking into my room. I fell on my bed immediately, thinking about her. Next thing I know I was asleep.

Kristen

The next morning I got up at 7 00am, putting on the first shirt and jeans I could find before heading to Dakotas room. I knocked on the door and it opened quickly. She has a purple tank on with simple, tight jeans. Her hair was down, around her shoulders.

"Hey there. You ready?" I said, standing at the doorway.

"Yes." She answered, a smile across her face.

We drove to a studio close to our hotel for our interview. Stella and Dakota sat on each side of me, each looking out the window, waiting for our arrival. Stella reached over and closed the driver window, separating us from the driver.

"So.." she turned toward us and smiled a bit. I knew what she had in mind, "Are you two like…" She made a lesbian gesture with her hand, making Dakota and me laugh. I turned toward Dakota and saw her blush, turning away while still laughing.

"No," I said between chuckles, "you just walked in at the wrong moment."

"Oh…sure." Said Stella, watching both Dakota and me closely. "Look, I won't tell anyone whatever is going on with you guys but I mean, its kind of obvious." She said seriously, looking out the window.

"What do you mean?" Dakota said, leaning closer to me involuntarily.

"Well, everyone's starting to suspect that something's going on," She explained, still looking out the window, "and I don't want you guys to think I told anyone because I didn't!" She gestured innocently, " but I don't know why. I've just overheard people talking-"

"Who's people?" I cut her off.

"Well, a lot of people, but mostly Scout." My heart jumped. I hadn't talked to her since the whole drunk incident and since then all she's ever looked at me for was shooting the scenes. If she had off set, she would give me a dirty look and turn away.

"Kristen?" My thoughts were interrupted by Dakotas voice.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you knew her." She said, glaring at me suspiciously.

"Oh no. I don't like her." I said about what I just said, wishing a hadn't said it.

"Yeah, I don't either." Said Dakota, looking down toward her hands.

"Why?" Asked Stella. I knew she was friends with her, so I wasn't about to start calling her a bitch in front of her. Luckily Dakota was the one to ask her first.

"I don't know. The way she looks at me. She's said some stuff. Stella please don't say anything." She was still looking down, a scared expression on her face.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"Its nothing to worry about." She looked up at me with a fake smile.

"No Dakota. You have to tell me." She turned toward the window almost immediately, her smile erased.

"Lets talk later." Her door opened and the cameras began to flash. I put down my head and walked behind Dakota, Stella behind me. Everyone else came out of another car, trailing behind us

"Shit cameras." I said when I got close enough to Dakota. When we got in through the double doors I grabbed Dakotas arm and broke off from everyone else.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Bathroom." I said, not letting go of her arm. She stopped before we walked any further, but no everyone had left into the main room, and Dakota and I were alone.

"This is good enough." I said, letting go and blocking her from going with the others.

"Kristen, I don't want to cause any problems between you and her."

"There was already problems. Now tell me." She looked at me for a bit, any angry look across her face before turning away.

" I was in the bathroom. She walked in and started laughing. I turned around and said hi then she grabbed me by my shirt and pushed me against the wall. Asked me if I thought I was so cool and tough. She told me that if I knew what was better for me to stay away from her. She let me go and walked out." she said it so calmly, as if to keep me calm but I was so mad, I couldn't hold it in.

"That bitch thinks she's so fucking tough, I'll fucking show her who the fuck she's messing with." I started walking toward the main room, I knew I'd find her there.

"Kristen, don't!" I felt her tug on my shirt and pull me toward her, I struggled until she finally let go, giving me a chance to storm away from her.

"Kristen!" She yelled, trying to get me to go back. I ran and opened the door into the main room, slamming it closed behind me. The sound made everyone look at me as I scanned the room. The only thing running though my mind was to hurt someone, make them see what tough actually is. As soon as I laid my eyes on her no one was able to stop what happened. Scout was sitting with Stella and Alia. She knew she was in trouble the second I walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. I could see the fear in her eyes and my hands trembling from the anger.