Writing this story is so much fun. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it! I really appreciate the reviewers (you know who you are) and I hope that I'm keeping up your guys's satisfaction.

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I don't know when these thoughts started surfacing. I don't know when I stopped thinking about Ellie and started thinking about the Beautiful Craig Manning, who calls me every single night at 9:01. And then we talk until exactly 12:01, because I say I need my "beauty sleep". But Craig says I can't obtain more beauty from sleeping.

I think all of this is out of lust. I can't like Craig. It's not right, it doesn't happen. Girls don't like him. He's an asshole who cheated on mine and Ellie's best friend. But he's really not all that, Craig. He's a wonderful person to be around and he lights up when he smiles. He writes me funny notes, my favorite being:

Paige Reilly Michalchuk. Noun.

Awesomest fucking gangster of all gangsters; cooler than cool. You mess with her you die. ::HEARTS TO PAIGEEEEE::

That's, like, the only one I saved. But I also saved the photo that I took of him jamming fries up his nose, and of him falling on his ass while iceskating with me, Hazel, and Heather (I know, right?). Actually, I kept all of the pictures I have of him. And all of the ones that he took of me.

Do I like Craig?

No, you retard, you don't like Craig. You can't.

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I smile as Craig jams more fries up his nose. It's his favorite thing to do at lunch. I think it looses its meaning after a while.

Ellie's nowhere to be found. Hmm.. I hope she's alright.

Okay, I'm definitely in love with Ellie. Just because Craig has become my super best friend doesn't mean that she's been pushed out of the way.

My cell phone rings, I answer it. "Hello?"

"Paige, it's Mom," she says quickly.

"Okay, Ma, I'm at school. Is this important?" I ask, kicking my leg under the table.

"Yes. It's about Dylan -- accident..." she starts taking in great gulps of air.

"Mom, what happened?" I ask again, stilling my leg and getting worried.

"It's Dylan. He got in an accident, and is in the hospital. He's in a coma, baby," she spoke in such a jittery manner that I could barely understand her.

"Bye, Mom," I whisper, flipping my phone shut.

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Craig looks at me. "Paige, are you okay?"

I shake my head no. "Dylan got in an accident -- Marco -- Dylan..." I start crying, really crying.

Dylan is only a year older than me, and we've always been very close. I was the first person he told that he was gay, and he was the first person I told when I'd been raped. I didn't tell Hazel that I'd told him first; she would've gotten offended. But a life without Dylan, my brother, my best friend, the only solid thing in my life, was like a life without air; simply impossible.

When Dylan and I were little, he couldn't pronounce my name, because he was missing his two front teeth, which was where my nickname came in.

"Paige -- come on, we're leaving." Craig pulls me from my chair, then walks me out of the cafeteria.

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"Where are we going?" I ask, sitting in the passenger seat of Craig's car. "We've been driving for a really long time --"

"Stop complaining, Paige," Craig replies, smiling.

I mess with the radio. "None of the stations are coming in, Craig," I complain, punching random buttons. The airconditioning comes on. "What the fuck?" I cry, punching more buttons until it turns off. "Craig, where are we?" I mutter, giving up on the radio station and looking through his CD case.

"I don't know where we are," he replies.

"Is Story of the Year a good band?" I ask.

"Yeah, they're okay, I guess. A lot of those CDs are Ashley's," he says.

"Craig, we're in Wasaga Beach. Why?"

"I don't know, I want to drive straight through, I guess," Craig answers, sighing and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

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I love writing this! I don't know what's going to happen between Ellie and Paige. I somehow want them to get back together, but I don't know how I can work it into Paige's and Craig's relationship. I absolutely adore Paige and Craig together, but this is PELLIE slash. :: le sigh :: Much love,

Zoey-Bear