Hey guys, it's K. Orchid wanted me to post this so she could breath easy for a while. Also, has anyone heard from Scdoodles yet? I'm worried... Any way, let's go.

QOTC: ever been on a plane ride? how long? I've been on one for... eh i forget. im too focused on writing.

Hey guys! Its orchid. Im on a plane right now between two grown men strangersn litterally in the middle. Akward. And one (MIDDLE-AGED) is playjng Clash of Clans. Anyone else think dats a little...interesting? Anyways, onto the story!

Jay's POV

I turned away from my tiny barred window and looked at Cynthia's small sleeping form. I sighed and retreated back to my own bed. My thoughts whirled around, giving me the mother of all headaches. I reached up to clutch my head, trying to cover my ears as well. A ringing soon entered the chorus of thoughts and worries. However, when a strict voice called out, I realized the ringing was real, coming from the small bell in the guard's hand.

"Prisoners, up!" (A/N hey the plane is taxiing! I'm gonna try to give this chappie less a/ns than the last time i went on a trip...)

I opened my eyes-Cyn had too- and we both drowsily made our way over to the gate closest to the guard.

"Prisoner 66731 has been bailed out and they will be given back their freedoms and belongings after the informational meeting." He read off of a blue slip of paper.

One of us is getting bailed. Who? Either way, we'll both be separated.

"Prisoner 66731, hmm? And who is that?" Cynthia tried to respond sarcastically to hide her fear. Who will it be? I want it to be Cyn. She has a life, I don't. She has a brother who needs her.

"Prisoner 66731 is under the name of Ashton, Cynthia." He spoke.

I froze.

She froze.

I knew it would be her; I shouldn't have been surprised. But I won't be able to see her anymore...

"B-bailed? But what about Jay?" She croaked, her knuckles white from gripping the cold iron bars.

"Prisoner 66814 will be moved to another level, and will have the option to parole." (OMG PLANE GO FAST hey we're flying!)

"Parole?" I echoed, a small flame of hope flickering in my heart. The guard looked at me, and I could see a spark of amusment in his weather-creased face.

"Yes, parole. That is where you can apply for day jobs at volunteer places," he started to head back to the door but stopped midway reaching for the handle, "You will be going home tomorrow, Ms. Ashton." he smirked and left, leaving us to discuss the latest 3 minutes of our lives.

"Cyn! You're bailed! You're free! I exclaimed, but my smile was bigger than hers.

"Yeah, but...but what about you? You'll still be here, for 7 years..." she whispered, her hair falling into her eyes.

"No, we'll see each other! We can hug, kiss, see each other!" I bubbled. The small flame of hope was now burning down the forest of sorrow.

"How?" Cyn inquired, her beautiful green gaze meeting mine.

"I can parole now."

"Where? And how will I make a living? Will they even give me Nick back?" (a/n tje turbulence is messing up my hand writing. The struggle is reeeaaall!)

"Of course! You're free, and they said they'd give you back all of your things, right? He's yours again. As for me and paroling...I'll go to the one closest to you, no matter how bad it is. Even if its the worst option." I smiled warmly at her, and I could see her cheeks flush pink.

"Really? You'd...do that for me?" A small smile graced her delicate lips.

"Really." I assured her.

"I can't believe all this has happened to us, Jay." She choked out, trying to hold back the tears.

"Cyn, some things in life are unexpected, but I'll be with you very step of the way."

(Alright guys. I'm agitated cuz i have NO idea what time it is. Timezones got switched and my phone is messed up. My moms phone says 3, mine says 5, and my dads says 6. Aggghhh.)

Time Skip, 4 Weeks

Brooke's POV

"Alright...where is the dress store?" asked a very confuzzled Sam, who was studying the mall map.

"I have no idea." Tia confessed, even though we were shopping for her wedding dress. All of us girls were extremely happy for Tia and Jerome when she came home one night with a ring on her finger. We even got a picture of the proposal from one of the waitresses.

Now all of us girls were at the mall, searching unsuccessfully for the dress shop.

"Oh, here it is! Next to the bar." Alize pointed to the small building on the map. It was two levels from here, on the opposite side of the mall. Joy, another 15 minutes of walking.

As we walked, my thoughts drifted back to the past few weeks. Jason had gotten his stitches out (leaving a large scar on his torso) and he could now walk with just a little stiffness, as long as he didn't bend down too far. Cynthia had been bailed out, and she lived with Nick and had found a job at an animal shelter. We later learned that Jay had started to parole there, too. I had a feeling they were together.

"Finally! Kate exclaimed as we reached the dress shop. We started looking around, asking Tia what kind of dress she liked. She seemed overwhelmed with it all, but she was dealing with it quite well.

"Anyone wanna get a bite to eat?" Rachel asked after 20 minutes of looking. We hsd found some nice ones, but still had yet to decide. I felt my own stomach growl, and I glanced down at my phone to see the time. I giggled.

"To the foodz!" Tia cheered, and we all headed over to the nearest food place, which happened to be In n Out Burger. Yummy.

We ordered our meals and chatted a little.

"So, Tia, where do you think you and Jerome will get married?" Kate inquired.

"Oh, we were thinking just like a little thing at the beach or something." She answered, taking another bite of her burger. I swallowed the rest of my fries and came up with another idea. "What if you got-"

"Brooke?" A strange-yet-also-familiar voice said from behind me. I turned around cautiously to see who it was. He had dark brown hair that was sorta messy, light blue-green eyes, and sorta tall. He looked my age.

"Umm, I'm sorry, but...have we met?" I inquired politely, confused on how he knew my name.

"I... I went to high school with you for a year, and..." he paused mid sentence, as if catching himself before saying something, "Never mind. My name's Tosh. I don't know if you'll remember me, but yeah...I just heard your voice and I recognized it." His eyes gazed into mine, and I could see a slight blush spread across his face. Maybe I blushed, too.

...

When I got home, I pulled out my tenth grade yearbook that i had kept (it had a good picture of me and Nikki) and flipped through the pages. I found me and Nikki, swallowing back the memories. The next page showed the face of Tosh, or well, awhile-ago-Tosh. He was cute, and still is.

I suddenly felt guilt wash over me.

I like Jason, right?

But...does Tosh like me?

Wow guys...that literally took 3 hours of writing on paper with a pencil. Yup. Now my hand is dead.

Well, do u hate me right now? For...well, i'll let ya'll figure that out urselves. Lol.

See ya later!

~Orchid