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*Nat's POV*

Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn. Damn! Dylan knew. Well, he knew as much as I knew anyway. Maybe he knows more than I do? I could only pray he kept his damn mouth shut until I knew what to do about this.

Who am I kidding? I know what I need to do about this, but this could be the scariest thing I've ever done. I don't want to do it alone. But maybe I didn't have to. Maybe there was a reason that Dylan had the vision. Maybe it was to help me.

I took a deep breath sucking up my pride along with the oxygen and knocked on Dylan's door.

"Yeah?"

I peeked around the door tentatively to make sure he wasn't going to throw something at my head. I knew it was a definite possibility but was relieved to see him sitting cross legged on the bed on the laptop.

"Hi." I started meekly. I paused for a second. "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I sat down on the bed mimicking his cross legged position. "So, did you see? I mean, one way or the other?" I asked, not completely sure I wanted to know the answer.

I was surprised when he turned tomato red and wouldn't look me in the eyes. "No, I saw you…it was inconvenient. Bad timing. Too personal for me." He flustered. I had to admit, his modesty was cute. He had the same confidence as Fang, and every bit as manly, just more…awkward in an endearing sort of way.

Then I realized what he meant. The vision was me in a…compromising position. It didn't happen often but I did feel my face warm a little. Surprisingly he was the defensive one.

"I can't control the visions! It's happened before and it's really uncomfortable. I normally don't say anything, but I thought this was important." He turned all blabber mouthy.

"Whoa! Shut it! It's cool. I mean, it's not a big deal. But you don't know what happens either way?" I asked regretfully. Knowing now would make my life a lot easier before I had to do what I had to.

"No." His voice sounded as depressed as mine. "I'm sorry." He added apologizing.

"It's okay." I thought it over for a second before I got the courage to meet his eyes.

"Would you…would you come with me?" I asked mustering up a LOT of courage. Dylan seemed like a nice guy. He would do this favor for me, right?

I saw him debating it over in his mind, weighing his options. At first he looked resolved like he would and opened his mouth to speak, but stopped for a moment. "I…I can't. It's not my place." He answered awkwardly, seeming really sad that he couldn't go with me.

"Then who's place is it?!" I screamed in frustration, already knowing the answer to my perfectly rhetorical question. Dylan glared at me angrily.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I screamed horrified. "Is it him? Is he there with me?" I asked.

"Yes and no." Dylan answered cryptically.

"Ugh!" I screamed in frustration slamming his door shut behind me and heading back to bed.