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"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Oliver pouted to his dad as they drove to the airport.

"There are many fish in the ocean son, that might've not been the one," his horror stricken dad replied calmly, keeping his eyes on the road.

Oliver was silent in the seat next to him, giving his dad the silent treatment. Zack didn't mind though, his mind was not really concerned about his son's mood. They pulled into the garage and rolled their two small rollers to the airport and to the Continental desk.

"Hi, do you have two available on the first flight to New York City?" Zack asked urgently.

"Earth to dad, we're going to the Hamptons!" Oliver smirked, victory was his.

"The Hamptons has no airport smart one, you've gotta drive." The torch of intellectual victory was handed back to Zack. Oliver went back to pouting.

"We can put you on standby sir," the women replied. Zack took out his EliteMember card and flashed it to the women, she immediately began typing, "Of course we could take off these tourists and put you there," the women said, tapping the screen.

"That's better," Zack said, smiling at the blonde.

"You're flight leaves soon, I'd hurry," the women said, than turning to Zack she said, "I'm immune."

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"I'm tired," Kirsten groaned.

"Of course you are, eleven hours on an airplane tends to make you sleepy," Katie replied. Since she heard the news she had been a little snappish.

"Sorry," Kirsten looked down, never had she seen her mom this way. Not even when she found out about dad.

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"You must be... Zackary J. Mooneyham? Hello, I'm Will Rufkin," Will got up to shake Zack's hand as he wandered into a large Hamptons mansion.

"I'm so sorry about Summer," Zack said, looking down.

Will began to faintly sob, yet somehow, the tears seemed artificial, "please, I'm still getting over it.

"That's ok," Zack sniffed, "Oliver, the hotel is just down the road, please go back there and hang out by the pool or something? I need to... just chill..." Zack said.

"Did you... like know the president or something?" Oliver asked, he brushed his chestnut hair out of his eyes and waited for his father to answer, when he didn't, Oliver took his suitcase and left the mansion.

"It's ok, I miss her too," Will put a hand on Zack's shoulders. Two new Rolex's adorned his X- Abercrombie- and- Fitch- model hand. Zack shuddered. He felt eerie, for the husband of a woman who was shot yesterday, he was holding up pretty good.

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Oliver cursed his dad as he rolled his small suitcase down the perfectly paved road; the houses were a lot nicer than his. Many luxury cars and SUV's rolled past him, the families and couples looking at this strange sight. SOMEONE WAS WALKING IN THE HAMPTONS!

Oliver walked up to the hotel and went up to the third floor, he set his bag down in the sickly floral room. He sighed and took out his CD player and popped in The Killers, and began listening.

A knock on the door woke him from his trance. Wearily, he got up and opened the door. Standing before him was a women, about his dad's age and a girl, around his. Oliver looked at the two; they looked really tired and ruffled up. The girl smiled and turned away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you," the women said hurriedly as she saw the scruffiness of Oliver, "I was just wondering if there was an ice machine on this floor? I mean, I know this is a fancy hotel, but I was just wondering," The women shut up after she realized what an idiot she had made herself out as to a little kid. She tossed her dark hair and smiled sweetly at the little boy.

"Sorry, I don't know, I just got here myself," Oliver replied.

The woman smiled reassuringly, though Oliver could easily tell something was troubling her, the girl looked away.

"Well, thanks anyway, nice meeting you..." The women trailed off.

"Oliver," Oliver piped up after them.

"OLIVER!" The women yelled as she walked towards her room, only a couple down. Oliver decided that now or never was the time to go to the pool. He pulled on his suit, got his CD player, a towel, and some sun tan lotion and headed down for the pool.

Oliver headed down the long hallway to the elevator. He had pulled a Snow Patrol Tee-Shirt over his bare chest. The girl he had seen with the women was also waiting for the elevator. She had a towel over her shoulder, and her bikini was a tad revealing for an almost sixteen year old. Oliver stared a little before regaining his composure. They stood in silence for some time, finally the girl spoke up.

"You're the 'ice machine' boy?" She half asked half stated.

"Yeah, that's me," Oliver smiled. The girls' wavy brown hair had little curls in it all the way down and was in a messy bun. Her face was soft and sweet and her body wasn't half bad.

"You going to the pool?" She asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, you?" Oliver responded.

"For the time being, my mom's going to a service for some friend of hers. I mean, we had to fly all the way from Paris, at a moments notice to get here. I never even met the god damned woman," The girl pulled her hair out of the messy bun it was in. She let it toss and twirl around as much as she wanted.

"A European?" Oliver thought, "Fine, fine, fine aren't we?"

"Really? So is my dad!" Oliver exclaimed making the connection just as the elevator dinged to the first floor. The vintage elevator took half a minute or so to cool down and open it's doors.

"That's weird, oh, by the way; I'm Kirsten London," Kirsten held out her hand.

"Oliver Mooneyham, but most people call me Ollie," He shook her hand and they went up to the bar and ordered two Cokes. For now, they were friends, thought Kirsten, someone to hang with. They walked out onto the lawn and prepared to make the trek to the pool.

"So, you hear about the murder of the president?" Kirsten asked, breaking the silence of her and Oliver sipping on Cokes.

"Yeah, I guess the Vice will take over, who was her Vice?" Oliver asked.

"Her husband," Kirsten replied.

"Oh," Oliver said, as they opened the gate to the pool.

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"So, you will be taking over the President-ship?" Zack asked, he sat alone in the large, dark wood paneled room with Will.

"Yes, I never wanted to be president, though," Will sighed.

The door cracked open and a women walked in, she had dark hair, down to her shoulder. Zack jumped up.

"Katie?"

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I was out in,

In the yard,

Taking down the bed sheets,

When my neighbor, she comes tarring down the street,

She kept yelling:

The President's been shot

I remember where I was...

The President's been shot

Just exactly where I was,

In the yard at back,

Then...

Something Just Broke

-Assassins, Something Just Broke

xX... sorry, that this chapter's a little slow, but it's setting up for some cool shit! Stuff that involves, secrets, a plan, and lots of underage drinking (some!) So, stick with me, because this is gonna be pretty good (I think). Thanks to the following reviewers:

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