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"We're not gonna make it! We're not gonna make it!" Wasabi shrieked from his spot behind Gogo. Hiro had moved himself into Gogo's seat while Gogo took the wheel. She wasn't the most amazing driver but we certainly moved faster. I took Wasabi's concern on something other than me as an invitation to lean into the front seat.

"We're gonna make it! We're gonna make it!" Honey shrieked from behind me. I looked at Hiro and realized that I was really close to him. I scooted back awkwardly as he whispered,

"Sorry," I rolled my eyes.

"Not your fault. Not the best time," I squealed as we burst from the tube of microbots we had been speed-driving through, and cheered as we landed safely on the dock. Well, safe until we drove off the edge and into the water.

"Oh no," Hiro moaned as the van slowly filled with water. I wriggled in the water and took a deep breath as the van completely filled up. By the time it hit the bottom my ears were popping and I was squirming to get out of the car. But when I saw Hiro struggling with is seatbelt I kicked down to his side. I started to say, 'Here, let me try.' until I realized that we were under water. So I moved his hand out of the way, my heart fluttering as I unlatched his seatbelt and looked away. I saw Baymax's armor hitting the sand and Hiro looked at me. He grabbed my arm and we pushed out of the car with the rest of our 'destruction team'. I pulled myself up next to Hiro, latching on to Baymax, who floated towards the surface.

"Thanks," Hiro told me when we could breath again, ignoring Baymax's suggestions to get somewhere warm. He looked down at his arm and I did the same, realizing for the first time that my fingers were still curled around his forearm. I blushed and uncurled my fingers, my right hand creaking from the water. Instead of looking away Hiro grabbed my hand and inspected it.

"I can do something about that so it won't rust," he offered as we pulled ourselves back onto the dock. Wasabi pulled me out when I couldn't pull myself up with one arm. We walked, shivering down the street, Fred leading us somewhere.

"Party's up there," Hiro told me when I fell back. "Why are you way back here?"

"Dunno," I shrugged, noticing that my right foot's joint was starting to stick.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked me, starting to bend down. I jumped away and instead, rolled my ankle so the metal creaked. "Oh," he kept apologizing until I shushed him, telling him that he couldn't have known and I didn't care anyway. We kept walking when the other five stopped and I would have slammed into Gogo if Hiro hadn't grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back. I saw him open his mouth to apologize again but was cut off as his mouth fell open. I turned to see Fred walking up to the door of a mansion.

"Fred," Gogo hissed. "You can't just walk up to a rich person's house randomly,"

"Oh yeah, sorry," he shrugged. "This is mi casa. That's French for front door," I frowned.

"It really isn't," Honey said quietly.

"Honey's right," I said, racking my brain to remember the Spanish that Kit had tried to teach me. "It's my house in Spanish you dumm…" I trailed off, wondering if maybe Fred had meant to say 'my house'. Just then a man in a suit opened the door and my jaw dropped at his words.

"Welcome home, Lord Frederick,"

I looked around the huge house in awe, not knowing how someone could live in a place like this. I thought of the different places I'd lived in, and laughed quietly to myself as I realized that all of the places I'd lived in wouldn't compare to Fred's home. "What's so funny?" Gogo asked me, making me jump.

"Oh you know, just thinking," I grinned. "All of the apartments I've lived in combined wouldn't be half as big as this place. I bet Kit would lo-" I stopped, realizing what I had just said.

"Who's Kit?" Gogo asked me, her voice so casual and normal it hurt to hear Kit's name said like that. I couldn't blame Gogo though, she couldn't have known I had a sister.

"I… She…" I tried for a way to explain what had happened, but I couldn't get it out. Somehow, it had been different when I told Hiro, I had felt more comfortable. Here, I was talking to a girl I had known for barely more than an hour. Gogo's expression changed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so nosy," she said softly, seeming to notice my discomfort. I closed my eyes and whispered her an answer.

"She was my sister. She died in the same car crash I lost my arm in," her eyes widened and she stopped walking.

"I'm so sorry. Do you think about her often?" she asked me, her voiced hushed. I nodded, not knowing where this was going. Apparently she didn't either because she frowned and started walking again. She settled with,

"I guess I need to get to know you, Tori," I nodded.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," I said.

"Ditto to that," she nodded.

"You can ask questions," I told her. "We can play a game where anything either of us asks, we have to answer honestly. and no chickening out," Gogo nodded vigorously and started thinking but I regretted my choice as soon as she asked her first question.

"So what does your mom do?"

"She runs an art store and and gallery. She sells her art too," Easy questions.

"Do I ask another one or is it your turn?" she asked me. I thought for a second then decided.

"My turn. What are your real names?" Gogo looked like she was about to crack up.

"Okay, okay. Honey is Gene, Wasabi is Dame, Fred is Fred, I'm Jamie. Nice to meet you," she held out her hand, and I shook it.

"I think I'll stick to the nicknames, they suit you," she nodded.

"Okay, my turn. What does your dad do?" I looked away, not knowing what to say.

"He's not around much," I muttered, my voice cracking anyway. I cleared my throat, not wanting to see the look on Gogo's face. I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't tell Gogo about the fires. I trusted her, but it was still too soon.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, Tori." she said, and I fought to hide my annoyance. When someone close to you is away, or dies, do you really want people to say they're sorry? First of all, it probably had nothing to do with them, so why would they be sorry? And second, it's a lame response. Something like, 'they seem nice, I wish I could meet them,' would be much more appreciated.

"Maybe we should pause the game for now," I said, jogging to catch up with the other three. Gogo nodded and ran after me, the two of us ducking into the weirdest room I had ever seen.

Yayyyy! That was chapter 12 y'all! Hope you liked it, and catch you on the flip side!

-Kimmy