Chapter 15

At the Safe House, Wednesday 1 pm

Makenzee picked out her clothes: pink jean shorts with a butterfly on the right butt pocket, and a white silk halter top. It went slightly past the waist and a seam on the left side, going all the way from under her armpit to the very bottom, gathered material, causing the fabric to slightly fold over across her abdomen. She decided to go barefoot. Makenzee picked up her make-up bag which was probably larger than it should be. She also brought to the bathroom her favorite mix CD and small stereo. In the connecting bathroom, she plugged the stereo into the outlet, put the CD in. She pressed play, and then put a towel over the electronic – you can never be too safe. The music began, pretty girl is offering while he confesses everything, pretty since you figured out what his intentions were about, and that's what you get for falling again you can never get him out of your head, and that's what you get for falling again you can never get him out of your head. It's the way that he makes you feel, it's the way that he kisses you, it's the way that he makes you fall in love...

She shook her head at the accuracy of the words

… a killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.

She stripped and stepped in the shower, turning the water on.

… It's the way that he makes you feel, it's the way that he kisses you, it's the way that he makes you fall in love, . It's the way that he makes you feel, it's the way that he kisses you, it's the way that he makes you fall in love.

She hummed along to the words

…it's the way that he makes you cry, it's the way that he's in your mind, it's the way that he's in your mind…

The song ended and the next one began.

I looked away and I looked back at you , you tried to say things that you can't undo,

Makenzee began to sing along to Avril,

If I had my way, I'd never get over you, today's the day, I pray that we make it through, make it through the fog, make it through it all, And I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at you, I don't want to talk about it. And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you, I don't want to talk about it, cause I'm in love with you…

she closed her eyes and let the hot water run over her body, cleansing her from the low voice still ringing in her ears, In attempt to drain it out, she listened to the words, figured out what part the song was at and sang again, this time louder

…Want to know who you are, want to know where to start, I want to know what this means, want to know how you feels, wan to know what is real, I want to know everything, everything, I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at you, I don't want to talk about it. And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you, I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at you, I don't want to talk about it. And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you, and I don't want to talk about it, cause I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you, cause I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you.

Makenzee washed out her shampoo and grabbed the conditioner bottle as the next song continued, this time Jessica Simpson

…so when I'm lying in my bed, thoughts are running through my head, and I feel the love is dead, I'm loving angels instead. And through it all, he offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong, and I will fall, wherever it may take me, I know that life won't break me, when I comes to call, you won't forsake me. I'm loving angels instead.

After rinsing of the soap suds she stepped out of the hot shower, onto the cold floor. She grabbed a towel and wrapped her body in her yellow fluffy towel. A new song filled the bathroom and she sang along

… so she said what's the problem, baby, what's the problem I don't know well maybe I'm in love, love think about it every time I think about it, can't stop thinking 'bout it. How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it, if it's love, love makes me want to turn around and face me but I don't know nothin' bout love. Ohh, Come on come on, turn a little faster, Come on come on, the world will follow after, Come on come on, cause everybody's after love…

She pulled on her clothes and wrapped her hair in another towel

…these lines of lightening mean we're never alone, never alone, no no…

She stood on her tiptoes to lean over the large counter and stuck her face nearly on the mirror. She began to apply eye shadow

…yeah, yeah, yeah, oooo, oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been looking and been searching, my baby, for the one who'll be true. Well, I thought that I had found my boy, but now I know it's not you. Cause you can see me running but you're standing still, you don't believe it's coming but you know that it will. So baby see ya, yeah, I wouldn't want to be ya, tonight, and let me make it clear yeah, you're not the one for me yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

She said to herself, "Now this is more like it." She continued bouncing to the song while carefully applying mascara and blush. When she was finished, she took he towel off her head and plugged in the blow-dryer. It took her twenty five minutes for her hair to dry completely. She unplugged the blow-dryer and plugged in the curling iron. While she waited it to heat up, she took her dirty laundry and put it in the laundry basket that had been there when the whole gang arrived. Makenzee hung up her towel and cleaned up everything else, except the hairspray. One hour and another CD later she was completely done. She grabbed her discman, her CD binder, and a long book and went downstairs. There she found the whole group of F.B.I. agents, including a somber looking Bobby, around a table. Tara was staring at her laptop screen, Sue, trying to read Lucy's and Myles whispered conversation, Jack was watching Sue watching Myles and Lucy, and Bobby was watching the ceiling. Makenzee walked past them into the sunroom in the back of the house.

It over looked a huge yard, with green grass, flowers, and trees serving as a shield from the wind. Jack leaned back in his chair to watch Makenzee. Before she reached the door he called out, "Makenzee, where do you think your going? You can't go outside."

Makenzee stopped and her shoulders slouched as she slowly turned around. "I'm going in to the sunroom. Not outside."

"Well, people outside can see inside."

"Look around Jack. There's no one here but us." She turned back to the door and entered the naturally brightened room. "Yippee." She muttered to herself. She could hear D give some orders and a moment later Bobby came into the sunroom. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't get yourself killed. You seem to be trying to do just that an awful lot lately."

"Whatever." She put on her head phones and drowned out all the other noise, burying her nose in a book. What I like about you, you really know how to dance – she switched the song. Way too 'lovey dovey' for her mood right now. I'm wearing a disguise; I'm just your average Jane – boring.

Next, when I'm a crowd, running island by myself, signing up too loud, wishing I were somewhere else. And I can't believe, you hit me fast and hard when turned to me and say never change the way you are. Try to catch your eye, things will never look the same, now I can't deny, you're the moth and I'm the fleeing, there I go again, I should walk before I run. How can I explain, I can't stop what you begun. I'm falling through the door, flying across the floor, when you look at me suddenly it's clear, you're burning up my dreams, crazy as it seems, I don't want to be anywhere but here. Ooo, anywhere but here. What goes on inside, is a mystery no doubt, roller coaster ride, I may never work it out. Here's the brand new me, skates around and floats on air, I'm a sight to see, rainbow colors in my hair. You have set me free, the one who gets me there. I'm falling through the door, flying across the floor, when you look at me suddenly it's clear, you're burning up my dreams, crazy as it seems, I don't want to be anywhere but here. Ooo, anywhere but here is the place where my head is spinning, time is beginning to race away, you come before me, knock me off my feet, give me wing to fly, the world goes flashing by again. I'm falling through the door, flying across the floor, when you look at me suddenly it's clear, you're burning up my dreams, crazy as it seems, I don't want to be anywhere but here. Ooo, anywhere but here. I'm falling through the door, flying across the floor, when you look at me suddenly it's clear, you're burning up my dreams, crazy as it seems, I don't want to be anywhere but here. Ooo, anywhere but here…

In the corner of her eyes she could see that Bobby was studying here intently. Next song.

… She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes…her boyfriend, he don't know anything about her…I wish that I could make her see…

She pretended to read her book. But when he smirked, she looked up.

He said, "You might want to turn the book around."

She looked down at the book in her hand and noticed that it was upside down

…I wish that I could make her see, she's just the flavour of the week, she makes me weak.

Embarrassed she simply closes the book,

Next song…keep me burning for your love…I feel the magic when I touch your dress…black panties with an angels face…

"It sucks anyways."

…every time you call my name, I heat up like a burning flame…

She thought to herself: You're still smiling…stop please.

Next song…I hate you, I love, I just can't remember to forget you…think I sound crazy, maybe, whatever…it's about you, its about me, it's about everything between…it's simple confusing, the truth is I'm winning but I'm losing…I'm honest to myself is the truth is I lied…what's it all about?… It's about time that I make up my mind…think I sound crazy…I say goodbye to you with no clue…

She turned off the music. "What do you want Bobby. Really. What do you want?"

"You know what I want. And I think you want it, too. In fact, I recon you want it."

"No I don't. Not unless you want to leave."

"I want us."

"I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Ugh." She stood up, flung open the door leading outside and was greeted by a pleasant breeze. She jumped over the three steps.

"Makenzee stop."

"Make me." She was walking fast, nearly running. By the time Bobby answered she was nearly fifteen meters away.

"I plan to." He caught up to her quickly. He stepped in front of Makenzee. "If you don't turn around right now, I will pick you up and bring you back into the house with you kicking and screaming."

She laughed of his threat and walked past Bobby. Bobby groaned, dreading – partly – what he was about to do. After Bobby caught up again he wrapped his hands around her midriff and threw her over his shoulder. Without the slightest struggle – on his part – he carried her back into the house. By the time they were inside the house, she had given up slapping, kicking and screaming. She rested her elbow on Bobby's back, and her chin on her hand. When they walked past the dinning room where the F.B.I. agents had made their office they all tried to hold back their laughs, although Levi tilted his gold head as if confused. She said with no enthusiasm, "Go ahead. Laugh." Bobby carried her up the stairs and dropped her on her large bed.

"Stay." He turned around and when he was nearly out the door, something his back. He twisted around and saw the pillow on the floor, near his feet. "Nice throw."

She still had a straight face on but when Bobby left, she couldn't stop the smile from forming. Even though she able to feel his skin against her own will, she couldn't help the leap her heart had made. And she couldn't stop the happiness flowing through her veins now. Maybe love does triumph over all.

Disclaimer: Songs:

Pretty Girl: Sugarcult/Fall to Pieces: Avril Lavigne/Angels: Jessica Simpson/Accidentally In Love: Counting Crows/See Ya: Atomic Kitten/What I like About You: Lillix/One Girl Revolution: Superchick/Anywhere but Here: Hilary Duff/Flavour of the Week: American Hi-Fi/Abracadabra: Sugar Ray/It's About Time: Lillix