There isn't a need for any notes, right now, except that it is still in, and will remain in 'her' Point of View. Sorry for the late update, I got my computer cleared.

Dirty Tricks

A slight buzzing sound reached her ears, rousing her from her dreamless sleep. What was that buzzing? She lifted her hand to a temple and rubbed it, squinting her eyes against the light around her.

A boy's voice, not yet grown into a man, sounded, "Are you awake?"

"Yes," she replied softly. "But my head, it hurts still. And there is a buzzing sound… ugh."

Instantly the buzzing ended when she said that, "Sorry about that. Do you want me to turn the lights down?"

"Please do," she said while pushing herself up. As she looked at her surroundings, she noticed she was on a bed. Not the bed she usually slept in, but one covered in bright orange blankets with CC printed on them. The boy was standing, turning down the lights. "Thank you," she said when they were down to what was comfortable.

"You're welcome," he sat down in a chair beside his bed. "Uh," he blushed slightly, looking down. "Mum decided to put you up here, it's less noisy, except for the ghost in the attic, but that would be less noisy than what has been going on downstairs."

"I'm sorry, what's been going on? And… how long have I slept?"

"Well, you've slept for about a day, now," and he replied quickly, seeing the horrified look on her face, "Don't worry! We asked the Healer if this was normal, and he said it was. You shouldn't sleep this long anymore. It was just the first dose. But, what's been going on downstairs…" he sighed, "Mum's been so worried about you, so when the twin's showed up, setting off some of their jokes, she was all in frenzy. It wasn't a pretty sight."

Smiling, she looked up at the ceiling. "Heh, it's my entire fault. Tell her I'm sorry."

A voice sounded in the door, "There is no need, sweetie." She came into the room, setting down some clean clothes on a dresser. Turning to her youngest son, she said, "Go on downstairs, and get something to eat." So he left, and she took the seat in which he had sat. Taking her hand, "Honey, I just met with your parents a little bit ago, and, I suggested to them, and they agree, that you take another nice, long vacation. But no clubbing, no anything. Just so you can relax. Do you think you are up for it?"

The chance of seeing that guy again sparked her interest, and, selfishly, she thought she needed another resting vacation. "I will. But where will I go, and will anyone go with me?"

"You will go back to the same place as last time, and your parents suggested I let you pick two people to go with you. You'll be leaving in six days, too, so, if you can, I suggest you start packing. But who would you like to take with you?"

She told who she wanted to come; her two best friends—of course. They would give her space when she needed it, she'd have a room to herself (because she doubted anyone would let her stay in the same room with two boys), and she would be protected. The lady helped her out of bed and to her friend's room where she had been staying, but once there, she was left alone to pack.

-&-

All three people's things were packed in their trunks and suitcases; they were being loaded into the taxi that would take them to their destination. It felt like going back to school, again. Once everything was packed in, all the hugs and 'see you later's' had been done and said; the three piled into the car and off they went.

"So, what are your plans?" the boy with emerald eyes asked.

"To relax, of course," but she did not reveal her second plan was to find that boy. If he would be there… he said he wouldn't be there for awhile, either. Oh no! Please; Merlin, let him be there! "Well, yes, to relax. Maybe do a bit of shopping this time," she giggled while the two boys groaned. "And yes, you both have to come with me."

The ride was of random chit-chat from there on, until they got into town, which was a long way, actually. They reached their hotel, unloaded their things, and paid their fair. "Thank you for the ride!" she called as the taxi driver waved them off and started pulling away. Their trunks and suitcases were being loaded onto a pulley, as it was taken upstairs. The three followed, and were lead to each of their rooms. And yes, she did have her own room.

As she entered, collapsing on her bed, she picked up the telephone on her nightstand, calling the room next door. "Boys?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, good-night. It's been a long day; I'm going to rest now."

She heard a voice in the background, "Is that her? Take your medicine!" they reminded.

"I shall, thank you and good-night."

"'Night."

She heard the receiver click just before she set hers down. For a moment, she didn't get up. She really did not want to dig through her things and retrieve the potion—but she had too, that would be better than getting sick again. So getting up, she crossed to where her luggage had been laid, and started going through it, also pulling out her pajamas, toothbrush, and toothpaste. First, she changed, then brushed her teeth, and then stared at the vile for a moment before slipping a drop or two onto her tongue. The affects didn't take hold as fast anymore, so she set it down and slipped over to her bed. Getting under the covers, it started to kick in, as she slipped off into sleep.

-&-

The phone rang and awoke her from her sleep. Picking it up, she placed it on her pillow next to her ear, and in a raspy voice questioned; "Hello?"

"Hey, we're going to get some breakfast. Want to go with us?"

"I suppose."

"Well get up and get ready! You'll get a knock on your door in fifteen minutes."

The thought of not taking a shower was kind of gross, but she said okay and hung the receiver up. Kicking the blankets off her, she got up and stretched. Glancing over at her things, she sighed. "I should have unpacked already," muttering, she bent down over her things and found an outfit for today.

After washing up and dressing, she tamed her hair and applied her basic make-up. Her outfit consisted of a sea-blue skirt and jacket with a white oxford shirt underneath. The skirt was about knee length, and she wore silver high heels. Her make-up was just ordinary foundation with a hint of a blush, mascara and some eye-liner, with lip-gloss. Checking herself over in the mirror, there was a knock on her door.

"It's unlocked, come in," she called.

"You…" the voice stopped. She had appeared in their sight and caught them off guard.

"Wow, you look pretty today."

She blushed, pulling her hair back at the nape of her neck with a hair clip. "Thank you. Where are we going?" she asked as she grabbed her purse and card key for the door.

"Well," they said, as she shut her door and followed them. "I was thinking this restaurant down on Main. I heard it's quite good."

"Okay then," as she slipped her key into her purse, and then slung it over her shoulder.

In silence they walked, for it wasn't very far, until they reached the restaurant. It was a busy coffee shop that also served food. The smell of cappuccino and coffee met them and put smiles on their faces. "Well it smells quite lovely," as they set themselves at a table beside the window.

"What would you all prefer?" asked the waiter.

The girl spoke first, "Just a caramel macchiato, thanks."

The waiter turned to the boys, "A latte with sugar." And the other one replied, "Just coffee with crème and sugar, please." The waiter nodded and headed off to place the order.

People were leaving and coming out, as the little bell on the door rang. It wasn't irritating, but it bothered the girl. "That potion is going to kill me. I'm having headaches all the time."

"You are probably just stressing. Try and relax, that is what you are here for, right?"

"Yeah… maybe it's just a side effect, since it was so sudden. Maybe it has nothing to do with it?"

The boys shrugged, "Could be."

In minutes there drinks had come, as they fixed them to their liking. The girl stirred at hers for a little bit, then took a sip. "Mm, today I want to—" she was about to say "sight see" when something caught her eye. There was someone, someone standing on the street corner across the restaurant—with striking blonde hair. She stood up, pushing her chair back, with her hands clenched on the table. But no—she couldn't rush off and leave her friends. It couldn't have been him, anyway. He looked too different… maybe.

She sat back down, "Sorry." As they gave her quizzical looks, she continued, "As I was saying, I'd like to sight see, today."

"But didn't you sight see when you were here the first time?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you want to go again?"

"Because I didn't have fun last time," she replied.

"But you were with my sister and your girl friends," the red-head replied.

"I know, they are sweet girls, but I'd like to sight see and show you two what I saw."

"Whatever you say, this is your vacation, you know."

"I know," she smiled.

They finished up their drinks, paid for them, and left. But the whole time, as they left the café, she searched for that boy. Sometime, she knew she'd see him. It was just in her, he was here. He just had to be. … "I'm going crazy over him—why? Why do I have this… this passion to find him?" she asked herself silently as the three of them continued down the block.

"Hey watch where you are going!" a rude, grubby, masculine voice yelled.

"Sorry!" she called, as she was ripped from her thoughts, and hurried to catch up with her friends. Her headache intensified from there, as they sought out what she told them they were going too. They went into museum's (for her enjoyment), to architectural buildings, sight seeing what she had already, and what she hadn't. Their day was busy, active, too.

So, at nine p.m., when they returned to their hotel (her feet cramping horribly), she slipped into her room, took her shoes off, changed into pajamas, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, and clutched her vile into her hand and slipped under her covers. Laying there for minutes, she stared at the substance inside. If she took it, she'd know she'd have a headache tomorrow. But if she didn't take it, what would happen? Surely she wouldn't get sick? She took it that night, just in case, and slipped off to sleep, after placing the vile on the bedside table.