WARNING: I'm not sure if it should be "PG-14" or "R." It isn't really that bad, but you've been warned just the same.

Jamie decided she needed to get out. She couldn't just keep sitting in her nightie in front of the T.V., phone by her side, hoping every time it ringed it would be the relieving news. So far, only 3 telemarketers, the police, and a family friend.
She picked up the phone and rang up Landon. "Hello?"
"Hi, is Landon there?"
"This is. Who's this?"
"Jamie. Jamie Sullivan." She heard him sit up, his attention fully hers. "Oh, really? Hi. What's up?"
"I was wondering if your offer was still up for grabs. I need to get out of this house." Her toes dug into the carpet under the rug and she flipped the corner up.
"Sure, I mean, great," he said, "Where do you want to go?"
She shrugged, as though he could see her through the phone, "Somewhere. Anywhere."
"Okay...I have a spot. Just don't wear heels and wear a bathing suit," he said mysteriously.
"Where are we going?"
"Surprise." This intrigued Jamie, him being secretive. She wondered about where it was, and she flipped the corner of the rug back down. "Hmmm. I have no clue. Will you PLEASE tell me?"
"Good about the clue thing, and no about the please thing," he responded, laughing. "I'll be there around, oh, six thirty."
"Alright. Bye." She hung the phone up, and thought about what she was going to wear. 'What does it matter? He doesn't care about what he wears, obviously.' But she decided to dress in a tight pair of jeans and a shirt with a koala bear that said "Australia" across it. The shirt was just short enough so that it showed a slit of her sun-bed tanned skin. She quickly threw her hair into a messy bun. 'I wonder if flip flops are okay?' she thought. 'I'll take tennis shoes just incase.'

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Landon went to the door and knocked anxiously. Hegbert opened the door, and smiled to see him. "Landon! Come in, come in," he said, not knowing why he was here. "So what is the reason for this visit?"
"I'm here to pick up Jamie." Hegbert instantly frowned. What would a nice boy like him want to do with Jamie? He should be going out with someone – Well, he shouldn't be going out with Jamie.
"Oh, I see," was all he said. He couldn't interfere. God would tell them what was right; he would tell them what to do. Jamie stood at the top of the stairs and stared for a moment and started to walk down the stairs. The creaking caused Landon to turn and then gasp. Her hip hugger jeans just looked so right on her, and the tank top showed off her features.
"Uh, hi Jamie. Ready to go?" he asked timidly, still staring at her appearance.
"Sure. Just give me a sec to grab my purse, cell, and jacket," she said, moving toward the closet. She put on her coat and threw her phone into her purse. "Let's go." She turned to her father, "Bye dad."
"Bye Jamie. Don't be out to late." He stood up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and watched the two leave.

~*~*~*~*~

They had been traveling in the car for a half an hour. "Where are we going?" she asked bubbly for the millionth time.
"Shush, shush. Now stop it."
"Where are we going?" Landon pulled over and Jamie gave him a concerned look. Next thing she knew she was saying: "Lan – Landon! STOPPP! STOPPP!" she was laughing so hard and he tickled her ribs. "La – La – Landon! I'm serrrious! St-st-st-st-STOP!" He drew back, leaning back in the seat. He surprised her, how, how SEXY he looked that sunset. He pulled the car into gear and started to drive again, a comfortable silence filling the vehicle.
They pulled up to a flat place with a big, orange rock in the middle of it. "Tennis shoes?"
"Tennis shoes," he replied. She threw her flip flops in the trunk and laced them up. "Let's go," she said, pulling herself up and dusting off the butt of her pants.
"Climb up here," he said suddenly, grabbing hold of a rock that stuck out of it. "What are we-,"
"Don't bother asking."
"Fine." The climbed up the rocks, Landon reaching the top first, extending a hand to help Jamie the rest of the way. "Look," he said, pointing.
The rock's inside was hallow, and inside of it there was a waterfall, palm trees, everything tropical. She held her breath, then started climbing down toward it.

~*~*~*~*~
They pulled up to the house. "Bye," she said softly. She opened the door, rung her hair, opened the door and a note fell to the ground.

Dear Jamie,

Hello. This is who Hallie chose to contact. She told me to write: "Go Beaufort falcon cheerleaders!" so you know it genuine. If you want her, you need to come to 634 Hart Street, and we'll discuss payment options. And don't you even THINK of calling the police, or her throat will be slit and her blood will run free!

XOXO

"FUCK!" she screamed loudly, and she heard Landon's breaks squeal. He opened his door, "What's wrong?"
Jamie crumpled the note slightly, jamming it into her pocket. "Oh, nu- nu-nothing. Sorry to stop you, I, uh, just stubbed my toe."
"Oh," he said softly, still not believing. 'She's hiding something,' he thought, his eyes giving her a once-over. She was shaking slightly, her hand crammed in her pocket. "Something's the matter, Jamie, please-," his voice trailed off.
"Nothing, really, I just have a sore toe. I know you love me, but you have to go," she said, letting out a shaky laugh, trying to joke.
"Okay," he said, giving up, for now at least. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."

A/N I am noooowwwww un grounded! Wo ho!