A/N: WOW, that last chapter was full of grammar issues. all well as long as you could understand it LOL! Well, enjoy and keep reviewing over and over again (

WARNING: This chapter shows use of alcohol and suggestive themes toward illegal drugs.

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"Jamie!" yelled Landon down the stairs, his voice cracking. He never, ever in a thousand years would have though his son would go to this extreme. He just stared at the things lying in the hallway. Lily entered the hallway through her bedroom door, rubbing her eyes. "What's goin; ton daddy? Why are you 'elling?"
"Lily, go to bed," he said calmly, grabbing her hand and leading her back into the her room that was infested with pink, dolls, and unicorn wrapping paper. He wondered if every little girl's room looked like this. Faith's had. "Go to sleep," he said, covering her with a pink unicorn blanket.
"Daddy, why is Mike 'oing to be in big tweble?" She said, concern filling her young eyes. "He's just being a bad boy right now, but don't bother him about it," replied Landon. He kissed her forehead, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Landon got up and faced the doorway to see Jamie leaning against the doorjamb, apparently being there for some time. Landon walked out and Jamie followed, closing the door quietly behind them. They went downstairs to talk, Landon grabbing the folded piece of paper and tests.
"He ran away," said Landon, "You said that he wouldn't do it, but you were wrong. He did." He let his voice trail off.
"So what did those prove?" asked Jamie, pointing to the two tests. He had decided to get two at the pharmacy, a drug and alcohol. Both were positive. "There, um, both, uh, positive." He felt weird saying 'positive' when it wasn't positive at all. Jamie fell back into her chair, her only response being "Oh." She closed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She opened her eyes again, "Oh, I'm perfect. It's Michael who isn't okay." She closed her eyes again. "IHow could he do this to his mother? To me? To his brother and sisters/I?" thought Landon. He got up and grabbed his coat and keys. Jamie opened her eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Maybe he isn't to far gone yet," he said. "Maybe I can catch him." Faith came down the stairs as Landon was getting ready to go. "Hi Dad. Where are you going? Can I come?" Landon looked at Jamie, who nodded. It was her twin; she had a right to know. "Sure you can baby. Get your coat." Faith went to the closet, and Landon walked toward Jamie. He sat on the arm of the chair and then kissed her. "I won't be gone to long."
"Okay," she whispered, kissing him back. "I love you."
"I love you to, Jamie Carter." Faith stayed in the closet a little longer, to give them some privacy. She thought it was nice that they loved each other that much. She finally emerged to see her mom and dad looking into each other's eyes. "Ready to go?" He asked, getting off the chair's arm. "Bye Faith," Jamie said waving.
"Bye mom," she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Landon and Faith took off, looking for Michael.

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Landon told Faith everything he knew about what he was doing. "What friends does he hang out with?" asked Landon, thinking of possible suspects.
"I don't know," she answered faithfully, "He and I were always together, but this year it was.different. He just didn't join our group anymore." Landon wondered why he wouldn't want to be around his sister; other than she was his sister. "Look around," he repeated for the hundredth time.
"Dad, I have been looking while I was talking to you," she replied. After a couple of hours, Landon gave up and headed for home.
As soon as they pulled up in the driveway, Jamie came rushing out. "Do you have him?" she asked, peering through the van's windows. "No," replied Landon quietly, getting out. Faith yawned. "Maybe you should go to bed," suggested Jamie.
"Yay, I think I will mom. 'Night mom, night dad," she said, opening the screen door that led to their house.
As soon as they got inside, Jamie asked worriedly, "Where could he be?"

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Mike took a taste of the drink in the can his friend had just given him. He spit it out, "Gross man, what is that?" He looked at the label, which read Busch. "I am a Bud man," he said, grabbing one from the cooler. He thought about what his parents must be thinking but then put it out of his mind. No need for them to spoil the fun.
"Come on guys, I need to get more powder," said the man in a blue jacket, waving his arm, "Come on, Tory will give us a ride in the van thing she has." His words slurred on account of the 7 beers he had drank in the last half hour. "Come ON!" he repeated. Michael followed.

A/N: Due to some complaining about my rating currently (G) it has been moved to PG13. Thanks.