A week poured by. The whole group, along with Randy, Jordan, and Matt, were beach combing.  Since the broken nose had healed, Matt had seen the errors in his ways and apologized to Ren.  Randy figured it was because not a single James could be completely evil. He had taken the drums back up and was slowly working his way back to being good. 

Ren still couldn't help but watch as the shirtless boy threw a football back and forth with his cousin.  This was interrupted as her brother came and stood before her.

"Hey Ren, enjoying the view there, huh? Listen, we thought about it and since Twitty's doing vocals for the comp on Saturday, that maybe you should sit this one out," he said.

"Wait, why?" Ren questioned.

"Well, this is how we look at it, me and them, sins you caused us to loose a valuable member and all," Louis stated.

"I didn't do anything…."

"Let me finish. Since that happened, you should be on probation. So this big weekend, you get to sit it out since we don't have a bass player and it's all your fault, good job," he said as he gave her thumbs up.

Elsewhere, Randy, Twitty, and Tawny were sitting just short of the water line.  Randy was playing an acoustic 12 string and singing to the two.

"The sound of a 12 string smacking the air.  Sparks flying from steel bare. She's pleading to you "Don't go,"  The rain was pouring but you kept ignoring what she told you she saw in her dream,"

Twitty watched her.  He was making that face again.  Tawny watched Twitty with concern thick in her eyes.  Only six days remained until Randy was to go to Illinois.

"The glass breaking and the ground shaking.  You kissed her saying 'I'll be home soon,'  But you'll just get a star on the walk of doom Just another victim of night's greed," Randy sang out, " Yeah, something like that,"

"That's very good," Twitty said quietly.

"Could be better," Randy said with doubt in her voice.

"I think it's beautiful," Twitty said, his voice low.

Tawny looked at the two. She knew this was time for them to have alone.  She got up and began to walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Randy asked as she grabbed her leg.

"Over here,"

"Why? And give me your leg; I want to bite it,"

"You're crazy, girl," Tawny said, "But yeah,"

She glanced at Twitty, telling Randy her intent silently with her eyes.  Randy made an "oh" face and let her go.

"Listen, I," Twitty started to speak. He was cut off by getting hit by a football. Randy picked it up and stood up.

"Hey! Believe me when I say you suck," Randy roared, imitating the girls from Kittie.  Her brother lovingly stuck out his tongue and flipped her the bird.

"Ah! Fu….orget you!" Randy said to him, "Anyways,"

"Its funny how you can say something over and over a million times in your mind and know perfect how you want to say it, but then when the time comes, you can't get them out," Twitty said, " I…I don't want you to go, Randy. I don't think my heart could take it,"

"Twitty, I don't want to go either. But we have to do a lot of things in life that we don't want to," Randy said.  She fell silent at the sound of her own voice cracking.

"But I want you to know that I'm not going up there and forgetting about you. I'm gonna miss the hell out of you and I'm going to count the days until I get back here,"

Twitty was so quiet.  He just looked at her.  A single tear ran down his right cheek. 

"I wish we had more time.  We'd build some bikes, get you a car, me and Jordan could teach you how to street race,"

Another tear escaped from Twitty's eyes.  He didn't let himself speak, for fear of becoming too emotional.  If he really let her see how he was hurting inside, he knew it would kill her.

"You're such a beautiful person, Alan.  I don't want to mess you up.  I have a way of jacking with people to where they'll be just like me.  Living secretly in fear and hiding that fear with anger. It's not fun.  I hate not caring,"

"Then don't try to stop caring for me," Twitty barely whispered.

"I'm not.  But, I'm telling you, I'm not the one for you.  Out there is someone that's going to change your world so much, it'll take you breath away," Randy told him.

Twitty looked at her intensely. He saw that girl right in front of him.  Ever since he first saw her, he'd been capture by her spell. He knew he was falling in love with her the first time they played together.  When he kissed her, it was like he was finally alive.

He thought of those times they'd spend at her place.  They'd play and sing to each other.  She'd paint his fingernails black, much to his father's dismay, or put black eyeliner on him to make him look like a Kurt Cobain picture. 

She always would tell him how bound for greatness he was.  He'd just smile and shake hi head.

"I swear to you, you will," Randy said.

Twitty tried, but he couldn't tell her what his heart and mind was screaming.