A/N: This is the Sequel to "Childhood Notes"

It takes place nine years later, when everyone is eighteen and in their senior year of high school. Thank you for all my reviewers, story alert people, favorite story people, favorite author people, and author alert people. You guys are what keep me writing: D

Fin was waiting nervously in his car. It was Monday morning and he had offered to drive Melinda to school. He checked his reflection in the rearview mirror for the umpteenth time and tapped his hands on the steering wheel. It was then that she walked out of the house.

Her long brown-black hair was loosely curled and she seemed to give off a glow. She smiled at him and walked towards the car, opening the door and sliding in.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him before buckling herself in.

"You look good," he said as he pulled away from her house and made a U-turn in the direction of school.

Melinda raised an eyebrow, "Is that some kind of come on?"

"Most girls would just take the compliment and say thank you," Fin pointed out.

"Well that's them, this is me."

It was quiet for a few seconds before Fin built up his courage, "Listen, do you wanna…I dunno…go to dinner or something tomorrow?"

Melinda smiled and nodded, "Sure."

"Really?" asked Fin before clearing his throat and tightening his grip on the steering wheel, "I mean good. Okay."

Melinda faced her window and laughed quietly to herself.

Olivia had the feeling that everyone was staring at her as she walked down the hallway. Of course, whenever she turned around to look back at them, they'd turn away.

She groaned in frustration and made her way over to John, who was leaning against a locker reading a book on the theory of evolution, "Is everyone staring at me?"

John glanced over his book and examined his peers through his glasses, "Affirmative."

"Why?" she asked. John was about to say something, but Olivia cut him off, "Wait, don't answer that."

"Want me to walk you to class?" he asked, already bookmarking his place in his book.

Olivia smiled, "Yes, please."

They walked down the hallway, Olivia feeling much better with her friend by her side.

"So if you don't mind me asking," said John, "Where's lover boy?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Elliot is with Alex and Casey. Apparently they're doing some 'top secret project' or something like that."

"So I've heard," said John, happy that everything was being set into motion.

Casey, Alex, and Elliot dashed into school at the last minute. They ran down the hallway to their homerooms.

"We'll talk later," panted Elliot as Casey was about to enter her classroom, "Remember, not a word to Olivia!"

Casey gave him a thumbs up sign and walked into the classroom. Alex and Elliot ran down the hall together since they were in the same homeroom class.

Olivia glared at Casey as she sat in her seat, "What's going on?"

Casey raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"First, Elliot called you and wouldn't let me be in the same room as him," Olivia ticked off on her fingers, "Today, he left the house really early to meet up with you and Alex so that you can discuss your 'project' or whatever. What's going on?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Casey shrugged innocently.

Olivia was about to say something, but Melinda cut her off, "Guys, are you listening to me? Fin asked me out!"

Casey's jaw dropped, "No!"

"Yes!" Melinda squealed, "He asked me to dinner tomorrow!"

Olivia grinned, "Mel, this is great! What are you going to wear?"

Melinda shrugged, "I have no idea. Come over my house and help me." Olivia nodded but Casey shook her head.

"I can't, I'm busy."

Olivia narrowed her eyes at her, "Your project, right?"

Casey nodded, "Exactly."

"I'm going to figure out what it is eventually," pointed out Olivia.

"I know you are."

"Okay…thanks…bye." Alex hung up the phone and checked off something on the list she had created. She, Elliot, and Casey, were at the latter's house. They were strewn about her room, writing and calling. Alex was on Casey's bed, manning the phone. Elliot was sitting at her desk, and Casey was sitting Indian style on the floor beside him.

"I just got off the phone with the restaurant," said Alex, "We just have to pick up the food Wednesday night and then we'll bring it to the cabin Thursday morning." The high school had off on Thursday and Friday due to a teacher's day of planning as well as a teacher's retreat.

"You know Stabler, I have to hand it to you," commented Casey as she paused in the middle of writing, "Getting two girls to do your domestic work, that's pretty smart."

Elliot waggled his eyebrows, "I know, right?"

"Too bad Casey has the hygiene of a wild animal," Alex muttered. A moment later, she had to duck a pencil as it whirled past her head. She stuck her tounge out at Casey, who did it right back.

"You're so immature," Elliot said, rolling his eyes, "Both of you." He hesitated before asking, "Do you guys think she'll like it, what I'm doing?"

Casey smiled softly and put a hand on Elliot's knee, "She'll love it."

I wonder if it's possible to actually die of boredom, Olivia wondered quietly in her mind. She was pretty sure she'd be the first one.

She was at her house, in the living room. She had gotten home from Melinda's house and was surprised to discover John had more or less invited himself over. He was next to her on the sofa going off on his theories on why JFK was assassinated and the criminal minds behind it.

Unbeknownst to her, he was the 'distracter' in Elliot's plan.

"…And the similarities between Lincoln's death and Kennedy's are just uncanny! They were both shot on a Friday; their vice presidents were both named Johnson…"

Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb. She was probably going to put an end to her 'dying of boredom' experiment by killing herself, first.

Later on that evening, Elliot came home. He said hi to his mother and walked upstairs. Olivia was in his room on his bed, watching TV.

"Hi," he said, leaning down to kiss her but she moved away.

"Oh, no!" she said, "You left me with John for the entire day. Do you know all of the Kennedy and Lincoln coincidences, because I do!"

Elliot laughed, "He didn't."

"He did!" exclaimed Olivia, "I didn't think it was possible for one person to memorize so many facts!" She sighed, "Are you finished with your project yet? I miss you."

Elliot sat down on his bed and pulled her into his lap, "I'm almost done," he answered, "And when it's done, you'll love it."

"How do you know?"

"I just have a feeling."

Nancy was still awake when her husband came home. He kissed her on the mouth, "Hey, baby. You didn't need to wait up for me."

Nancy shrugged, "I couldn't sleep. She sat down at the kitchen table across from Stephen as he ate his late dinner, "What's going to happen with Davis?"

Stephen swallowed, "The trial isn't until next week, so Elliot and Olivia can go to the cabin. She's going to have to testify if he doesn't plead guilty."

"Which he most likely won't," Nancy finished with a sigh, running a hand through her hair.

"I wish she didn't have to either," Stephen said softly, reading Nancy's thoughts. He reached across the table and took his wife's hands in his.

Nancy smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She grabbed Stephen's fork and stole a meatball from his plate, popping it into her mouth before running upstairs.

Stephen took a moment to process what happened, "Wait…hey!"

It's eight in the morning on a Monday and I'm not in school! (well, neither is anyone else, but I still feel special :D)

Ooh, I forgot to say yesterday:

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

How was yours? I spent mine writing this and eating heart shaped sweet tarts courtesy of my Pops.

-serenityrayne417