Summary: Pretty short, Dameon finds a way to get out of West City for good while his sister has second thoughts.

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Dinner had changed in the Tuscon household. The twins didn't eat with their parents anymore and they didn't watch the Twilight Zone either. It didn't bother Derick much, but it did Meryl. Even though she had never been the 'mushy' type, she did have certain feelings for her children that she had never had for her husband. As for Derick, he saw it as the children were growing up and not to bother them.

"Remember this episode? It used to be Dameon's favorite, when he was eight? He used to always comment on the many ways it could have been redone to make it more realistic, yet the more he criticized it…"

"The more he liked it?"

The two turned around to find the youngest of the twins, staring at them threw his crystal cold eyes. "About time you got home," growled Meryl. Dameon shrugged, not caring. "Desiree went shopping, it was hours waiting for her to try on every damn piece of clothing."

Neither parent cared about their son's language. Ever since the age of ten he had been cursing softly, never anything too angry or daring of course. Dameon didn't want to push his boundaries with his parents, the only two people he truly respected.

"Did she buy anything?" asked Meryl. Dameon rolled his eyes as he climbed the stairs slowly. "Does she ever?" Meryl chuckled at her son's tone, listening to the tired thuds of his footsteps. "I'm going to bed," whispered Meryl and her husband clicked off the TV, tiredly following her upstairs.

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Desiree soaked her tired muscles in the lavender scented water, her eyes closed tightly as her thoughts drifted from her new clothes to the test tomorrow in Advanced Calculus to her newest interest in boys. She hummed slightly as her brother's stereo blared loudly. That CD, Linkin Park, Hyrbid Theory, had been her gift to him at their last birthday. He'd given her a cell phone.

She glanced at her watch which was lying on the toilet's fluffy cap. It was already nine, she had better get out and finish her homework. Her brother had been right, she never had homework, but she was trying to finish high school early so she could get out of West City and move far, far away from here. Maybe even, she could visit the places her brother had dreamt of when they were older.

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"I think I have something that might interest you." Desiree looked up to meet her brother's intense eyes. "What?" Dameon pushed away from the doorframe in which he'd been leaning and went back to his room. Desiree rolled her eyes, setting down her Atomic Studies book and crossed the hall to her brother's much darker, boyish room.

"His name is Gero." Desiree shrugged, sitting down on Dameon's bed, flipping through one of his magazines. Dameon pushed away from his desk and sighed. "He can get us out of here. See?" He tossed her a pale beige envelope that his sister studied a moment before opening.

She silently read as Dameon continued to flip through the magazine she'd discarded. "He sounds like a scouter for a college, that's all. Why is he so special?" Dameon tapped his computer screen without looking away from an article he had started reading.

"Background in cellular discoveries, multi-millionaire, past in military? Sounds pretty serious for a scouter." Dameon rolled his eyes. "He's not a scouter, Desiree. He's…well, he's our ticket out of here and I'm buying it." Desiree frowned as her brother pulled out a large duffel bag. "I'm leaving after school tomorrow. If you want to come, you're welcome. I wouldn't miss this opportunity, Desiree."

The blonde thought as quickly as her advanced mind would allow. "I don't know about this, Dameon. It may be a scam." Dameon rolled his eyes once again. "Perhaps, but that's what risks are for and isn't our wonderful, Orange High always telling us to take risks?" Desiree gave him a thoughtful look.

"Just…I don't know, what if?"

Dameon shook his head. "If this guy's a fraud we leave, that simple." Desiree sighed, "What about Mom and Dad?"

Dameon smirked, "We tell them that we have an interview for a university in South City and are staying there a few days and will be back before Spring Break starts." Desiree sighed defeated. "As long as it's only a few days, Dameon." Her dark haired sibling nodded, "Few days, Desiree. That's all."

She gave her brother an unbelieving glance before she walked out and back into her room to pack. It was a bit weird, her brother just coming up with a way out of West City. She glanced at her photos of friends. She'd give it all away, yet was that what she wanted? A past and present of goggling over boys and whispering about other girls behind petite hands?

She wasn't like them and she knew that. She was cold like her brother and didn't care about it. She had more compassion than Dameon of course, a snake did too, but she could be as vicious and spiteful as the rest. Her head was aching as she fell onto her bed, too tired to bother with anything like packing. She'd do that in the morning.

Dameon had already packed of course and had nothing to do but call Gero and tell him that they would arrive at seven tomorrow evening at this doctor's lab. "Doc…tor…Gero," he whispered as he wrote down the name on a sheet of paper. "586-9987, Red Ribbon Army."

He looked at the screen, wondering where he'd heard Red Ribbon Army before. He glanced over his shoulder, suspecting eyes upon him. He shrugged away the unsettling thoughts as he flipped off any source of light and fell into a dreamless sleep, excitement of getting far, far away from West City.

A/N: Well, pretty short but I got it up there. Now yes, a few people asked for romance, and I don't know. This is really supposed to focus on the twins but I may throw it in there just for it. Oh well, who knows. R/R guys and you've been so nice about the reviews, please keep em that way, okie dokie? LOL :P