Author's Note: Mmmm. So, mainly a filler chapter. Not really on Channy today. Oh, and, I don't own Nebraska. (: Or any of its locations. (I used Google Earth and stuff, so…yea.) And I'm working on description of the story, so that's why it may seem longer. And this chapter is Skyler's time to shine! You may officially conclude him as a main character of this story!

And you can say all you want to, I will probably always think that Wishing on an iPad was my worst one-shot. ;P

And if any of you like my BETTER stuff, ahah, then I joined Fiction Press with an original story that I really want to start, but like no one really knows me on Fiction Press so it's tricky-wicky! And it's under the same name. So it's fiction press website /~makemecrazier

This is kind of a boring chapter, but it does have its twists and turns. Skyler's Point of View.

Run

Skyler's Point of View

The airplane flight was crisp, clean. No mistakes, no thoughts of regret so far. I followed the long task of picking up luggage, checking to make sure you had everything and the security and so on. The moment I left the Kearney Regional Airport, it was like a rush of breeze hit me simply because I stepped on the land of my hometown when I hadn't been here for more than a year.

I quickly called a cab over and put my bags in the trunk. Since I didn't plan on staying for a long time, there was only one medium sized navy blue suitcase that contained my usual essentials.

The ride to my used-to-be home was a fair decent twenty minutes. It was in the very center of town right near the old but not dormant train station. The taxi stopped and I handed the money to a middle aged woman, before stepping out to get my bags. The car left as soon as I had closed the trunk, obviously in a hurry to get more work.

I walked up towards the front door and rapidly knocked on the solid door about five times. The maroon door opened hastily, for it did not have a peephole of any kind. When my father saw it was me, he spoke no words, but merely motioned me in, a blank expression pasted onto his face.

My dad was an average dad. He threw a baseball to me when I was younger as I had played as many sports as I could manage. His dark grey hair didn't define the warmth on his face that he had had when I was younger. But it didn't change the fact that my dad was an all jokes kind of guy. And he didn't even get angry when I had said that I wanted to pursue acting and the arts more. He was a simple father, who only wanted the best for his son.

But things were different now, and I'm sure they would seem so since I hadn't seen my family since two Christmases ago. He was disappointed. In me, I'm not sure. But definitely in my decision to leave the family for Hollywood. Maybe… maybe he wasn't even disappointed in that. I'm sure it was more of the fact that I had avoided contact from what used to be a very close family.

I walked indoors into the living room that now had a dark neutral tan compared to what once used to be an abnormally happy yellow. Despite the newly toned walls, most of the house was the same, except for the uncomfortable vibe that shifted through the air right now. I could definitely feel it.

"Mom home?" I spoke breaking the silence although I'm sure that the tense way I had spoken didn't change the vibe just yet.

"She'll be home at 6." He said. I kept the confusion to myself, as I looked at my phone to see that it was already past 6 o'clock.

"It's 5:20," My dad told me not because my confusion had shown but to tell me a piece of information, and I realized that I had forgotten the time zone of Nebraska compared to New York.

"Oh," I let a breath out, and nodded. I put the bags on the ground for a moment because they were getting heavy. As soon as I had, I noticed from the corner of my eye my dad was frowning warily at the bags I had placed down.

"I'm assuming you won't be staying long." My dad had said to me, but I'm not sure if he purposefully meant for it to sound rude or not.

"Um, I'm not sure how long I'm staying for. I just need to take care of something here in Nebraska." I stated professionally.

"Oh we're that bad?" My father snapped coolly. Not sure if his tone was meant to be a lighthearted joke or an attempt to make me feel uncomfortable and guilty, I didn't respond. Although, I did feel guilty for not talking to them.

I absolutely love how my father assumes so much. How would he know if I planned to stay long or not? How would he know about the fact that I had came to visit about 6 months ago, but had done something I promised I wouldn't let Hollywood do to me?

My old girlfriend, from Nebraska… hometown ex-girlfriend who my parents absolutely adored and had lived near the neighborhood so we grew up together, and we were expected to date and such when we got older, and we did. But then the pressure sunk, and soon it was all about marriage. My parents didn't force me into anything, god no, but me and Natasha were dating for a little bit over a year, about 4 months of it was at my house in Nebraska, and she had a place to stay in California for the other 8 or 9 months, and so she began to question me where the relationship was going. Despite how great Natasha was, it was very hard for me to imagine a future with her. For god sakes, we were only 20.

A year ago. That's when we broke up. That's when everything had become awkward for my family, since they had become close with her too. That's when they tried to convince me to get back together with her. That's when I cut off communication.

Now, a year and two months ago, is a whole different story. That's when I cheated on her with Tawni.

I wasn't lying when I said that I loved Tawni. I did. But I already knew that the relationship with Natasha would go downhill.

Something with Tawni, just felt right. And I did have those mental images of me and Tawni getting married and such. But then… Then Tawni left, and so did Sonny… and I dated other girls, until 6 months later… I decided to visit Nebraska again, in spite of the discomfited family I have.

Big. Mistake.

Natasha? Yea, it turns out she just had to be at the bar I decided to stop at before I was going to go to the house. And I slept with her… And it turns out, that somehow, she has my engagement ring that I was planning to give her while we were together but decided against it. Now, normally, this wouldn't bother me, except for the fact that this was, (what else?), a passed down heirloom that my mother told me to give to the 'one'.

I never got it back yet.

"Would you like to sit down?" My dad said loosening up.

"Um, sure." I said, hinting a thankful tone within my voice. "So, how have things been?" I said trying to start conversation.

"Not much has changed," My dad said not letting much information out.

"Except the walls," I pointed out jokingly.

My dad smiled, "Except that."

"Does Mom not like yellow anymore?"

"No… she likes yellow. She just thought that the new color felt more at home. Natasha was here the other day, while picking it out."

My head snapped up, "Natasha? What's she doing hanging out here?"

"Now, now, son, just because you two have ended, supposedly, does not mean we won't treat her like family." He said, accusingly. I frowned at his exaggeration on 'supposedly'.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed. "We ended a year ago."

"That's not what Natasha says. She says that you two talked 6 months ago, and got engaged. And that you two kept it secret. But it's okay son," My dad said smiling with care and love. "I'm glad you came to your senses. She said it was tough living in California again, and moving there…but that it was worth it. She said that she checked in with you last week. You really need to stop lying to us. We'll forgive you for your mistakes."

Natasha said this, Natasha said that, Natasha said bull crap.

I shook my head, laughing, not believing what crazy conspiracies I was hearing right now. "Um, no, she wasn't. I was with Tawni the entire time that week."

"Tawni?" My dad said with a strict tone now. "Who's Tawni?"

"I'm home, honey!" My mom called out through the front door. I stood up, as if to greet her, and she dropped her keys as soon as she saw me. She rushed over and hugged me tightly. I laughed. "Oh honey! I haven't seen you in a long time… Congratulations on the engagement!" My mother said. I was smiling up until the last sentence. Natasha Maltara has my parents wrapped around her little fingers.

"I still want to know who this Tawni is!" My father fiercely demanded as I pulled away from my mother.

"Tawni?" She asked, confused.

"Supposedly, our son hung out with a 'Tawni' the entire week Natasha was with him, as well." My father said, again, assuming and accusing.

My mother's eyes filled with disappointment and mine filled with betrayal. Seriously? I laughed dryly, as I saw their expressions. I'll have to send Natasha a 'good-job' card.

"I didn't see Natasha at all that week." I said very clear and honest. "I haven't seen her for six months."

"We know that. It's called long-distance." My mom piped in.

"No, you're not getting it. I'm with a girl named Tawni right now. I don't know where Natasha got the idea that I proposed to her, or that we were together again but—"

"How does she have the ring? My great-grandmother's ring?"

I let out a breath in defeat, seeing as she had them on her side for infinity.

"We're having a house party tonight at 7. You and Natasha can catch up." My mother said joyfully once I let out the breath, for she thought I was admitting to the engagement.

Once she let out a breath, my father spoke to me in a low voice. "And I wouldn't mention Tawni to Natasha. I know Tawni was probably a mistake, but it's better if you just don't tell her."

I was about to protest his words against Tawni, but just sneered, "You'd do anything to salvage this relationship, wouldn't you?"

Not catching my hoarse tone, he nodded, "I know Natasha means a lot to you."

Yea, she means as much to me as my old artwork from the second grade. And that's in the garbage.