Chapter 13

Tristan's POV

It was Saturday, the day I had been dreading. Throughout the week I got nods from the teachers, congratulating claps on my back from random students in the hallways but all Bella gave me was a forced smile. Sadness was evident in her warm brown eyes. Though I tried to hide it, I am sure it was present in my own blue ones.

The sun was just peaking between the blinds on my window, signaling morning. Bella was nestled under my arm, her head of brown curls laid upon my chest. I sighed contently; there was nowhere I could rather be on a Saturday morning. Nowhere, not in an exclusive dorm room at Dartmouth.

I could feel her cheek move from the place on my chest; Bella yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Morning sleepyhead," I said, placing a small kiss on top of her head.

"Good morning," she smiled, still half asleep. I giggled at her drowsiness. Reluctantly, I removed myself from under her, laying her head on the pillows.

"Where are you going?" Bella asked when I got out from under the warm covers and stood up.

"It's almost 9; we have to leave here at 11 to catch the plane… I still have some stuff to pack," I explained. Bella's smile dropped from her face, but she nodded.

"Go back to bed, I'll wake you up in a half an hour," I promised her. She shook her head and began to get up out of my bed.

"No, Alice is probably having a heart attack, wondering where I am."

She moved to my closet and began getting her stuff together. She had her drawer full of stuff still in there, and since I was leaving and never coming back… she had to empty it. Today was a day I wouldn't mind going back to bed. A day that I wouldn't mind not living through.

Sadly, Bella began emptying her things into the bag she brought with her.

Bella's POV

Today was Saturday, the day I had been dreading all throughout the week. I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on the present, but it lurked in the back of my head, waiting to pounce.

And today it did.

I was aware that Tristan was standing in the doorway of the closet, watching me closely as I unpacked my things in my drawer.

A part of me wished that he would go away so I would be able to drown in my own misery by myself. But another part of me didn't want him to leave for a minute, because one time he will leave and not come back for months.

And months were a long time.

Against my will, one small tear came crumbling down my cheek, starting the avalanche. Tristan rushed to my rescue, pulling me into his strong arms, one hand holding my head in place on his shoulder.

"I know, Bella, I know," he whispered in to my ear. I desperately tried to stop crying, crying was for babies. I sucked it up, literally taking a big breath, pulling myself together.

Tristan pulled me away from him, to see my tear stained face. His dancing blue eyes were obscured in worry.

"I'm fine," I assured him, "Let's just get through today, okay?"

He didn't answer me immediately, still evaluating my expression; but after a minute, nodded pulling me into his arms again.

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We were all packed, checking the contents of our suitcases over again, just incase. I sat down cross legged while Alice stood over me, a check list in hand. She made sure that I had everything and added things I thought that I wouldn't need.

"Okay, we're officially ready," Alice announced a smiling gleam in her eye.

Alice, Rosalie, Emmet, Jasper and Edward were all going with Tristan and I to his house in La Jolla. Tristan's father informed him during the week that they were going to be gone for business for almost the entire two weeks.

So that left the entire house to us, I smiled just in thought of it. Tristan's house, I imagined, was a mansion, though he denied it. He told me that he had plenty of room for everybody and when I asked him the details… admitted that his 'house' had a total of ten bedrooms.

There was one knock on the door before it flew open, revealing a beaming Emmet.

"Let's go, people, move it along!" he bellowed like he was directing traffic. I giggled at him.

"Get up, Bella, we're leaving soon!" Alice instructed me, just as excited as Emmet… this was scary there was two of them. I could feel the enthusiasm literally rolling off of them. Alice looked down at her stylish wrist watch for what felt like the 100th time today.

"Where's Tristan?" she asked me impatiently. I shrugged; he probably was talking to the person who would be driving his car back to La Jolla. His parents flew up somebody to do that, so he could go on the plane with us.

After a few seconds, Tristan came jogging through the door, with only a backpack. I was under the impression he was taking a bunch of his stuff on the plane. I gave him a questioning gaze.

"The guys said that I could put it all in the car, so I was loading some of my bags in it," he explained breathlessly. His longish dark brown hair was in his eyes so he brushed it away with one of his hands.

"Let's go!" Emmet shouted. The big SUV that was coming to drive us to the airport should have arrived already. Tristan gave me a quick peck on the cheek for a hello, grabbed one of my suitcases and we emptied out of our room, rolling suitcases following after us.

Alice made us pack two each, saying that we needed extra room for the stuff we would end us buying. I didn't disagree; Alice shopped like no other as we all knew. The elevator was packed; it finally got so chaotic Tristan and I opted to let them go down and take the elevator when they emptied out.

We quickly pushed our way out, getting a couple of bruises in the process. Once I got back out to the hall I took a large breath of free air.

"How are you?" Tristan asked me, worry in his eyes. I gave him a genuine smile; I was actually much better all of this exuberance Emmet and Alice were exerting was getting to me.

"Great." Tristan took my free hand in his.

"Did you pack shorts in your carry-on?" He asked me casually.

"Yup!" He smiled down at me lovingly.

"Good because it's supposed to be nearly 85 degrees there today." I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't really like the rainy weather here. The elevator doors opened for us and we got in comfortably.

"So what do you have planned for us?" I asked him curiously. He gave me a skeptical look.

"Well I thought since it will be kind of late, we could just go to the beach," he suggested. I could feel my face brighten.

"How close are you to the beach?" I urged him on, smiling and raising my eyebrows at him.

"You'll see…" he replied calmly. I huffed in disappointment and the metal doors opened for us. I saw Alice and the rest of the gang, still trying to untangle their luggage, which was in a giant pile.

"See, Emmet this is why I told you not to just chuck them out of the elevator… I knew this would happen," Alice hissed at Emmet who was smugly lifting the bags out of the mess with ease.

"Alice… it's called Midol and I heard it helps with symptoms like these," Emmet waved a hand at her.

And then Alice sprung.

But Emmet caught her mid air before he was harmed. Kicking and screaming, Alice was raised about two feet from the ground, held up by Emmet's hands which were around her tiny waist. At least Emmet was smart, he held her away from himself.

"Emmet McCarthy! I'm gonna kill you!" she screamed her head off. Emmet was chuckling and smiling widely.

"Okay, Alice… whatever you say," he replied, completely at ease.

Jasper went over to Alice and she immediately calmed down as he plucked her from Emmet's grasp. He set her on her feet, wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning down to whisper some words in her ear.

"You're right Jasper… Emmet is just a big OAF!" she lunged after him again, but Jasper caught her. Emmet smiled and continued to sort out the luggage as if nothing happened.

Finally, we were all packed into the car, Emmet was in the front seat next to the driver and Alice was in the far back next to Jasper and Edward. And I sat contently in the middle row between Rosalie and Tristan, chattering about the weather San Diego was supposed to have.

"Bring a swim suit, Bella," Rosalie asked me, the look she had was slightly menacing. Because if I didn't, the first thing we would be doing was swim suit shopping and in my opinion, that was the worst kind of shopping. I gulped,

"Yes?..."

Rosalie shook her head at me slowly, emphasizing the 'tisking' she was doing with her tongue.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," she sighed deeply, "Now which one did you bring?"

I tried looking into her blue eyes without cringing… it didn't work and she had caught me.

"…the 'ratty elementary school worth' one," I answered reluctantly, using the adjectives Rosalie and Alice often used to identify it.

"Now you get a new one," Rosalie smiled a dazzling smile. I suppressed the urge to groan out loud and settled for a short sigh.

"And I'm going to destroy that disgusting one too," I heard her mumble under her breath. I knew that she thought that I couldn't hear it… but I could.

"I heard that and now I'm hiding it," I informed her, sticking my tongue out at her like a child. Rosalie smirked back at her.

"Good, because you never can find the things you hide anyways." Instantly, I grew defensive.

"That was only one time, Rose!" I nearly yelled. She just rolled her eyes at me,

"Yeah, but it was your mom's Christmas present."

Once I heard those words, my heart dropped. She was right, I never could find the things I hid… or lost. She saw my shoulders slump, my eyes dull, and head turn towards the front of the car.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean it, it was stupid of me to say something like that," she whispered to me, placing one of her hands on top of mine. I turned towards her and forced a smile on my face.

"Its fine, Rose; really, I should be over it anyways," I breathed as if I didn't care, though I felt like crying. It wasn't because my mom left that upset me… it was because I didn't even understand why.

I knew I asked for too much at Christmas… I knew that I didn't talk enough to other people's children when I was little… did all of those things just add up until she spontaneously combusted that day?

"I understand," Rosalie stated to me simply. She always was the one I could talk to about moms; the one who I could cry to and not feel guilty or weak because she cried to me too. We both had lost our mothers, in different ways, yes, but never the less were sometimes lost on our own too.

"Five minutes until we arrive," the driver announced to us. Emmet, in the front seat howled and started doing a happy dancing in the front seat. Rosalie and I took one look at each other and started laughing like crazy, having to clutch at our sides.

That was the thing, Rosalie and I could always find a way to laugh even after tears streamed down our face.

Tristan's POV

I had to admit, I was more than relieved that my parents were going to be gone for most of the time Bella was over. Not that I didn't want them to meet Bella, she was a huge part of my life. But my step-mom thought that she was a too big piece.

My step mother had some very… unique ideas about dating and relationships. I think that she is afraid that I would get married straight out of high school to the wrong girl and mess up my life.

But Bella wasn't a mistake.

I was head over heels for her, and I'm not sure if my step mom would be too happy about that.

But that was fine, as soon as my parents got back from their trip on Sunday night, Bella and the rest of the gang would be leaving to go back to their homes on Monday Morning. Only Edward would be leaving on Sunday night, driving up back to his house in Long Beach.

"Now boarding flight number 611; at this time flight number 611 is boarding," a woman's friendly voice announced in the airport. We all got up from the seats we were sitting in, making our way to the area where they were boarding the first-class passengers.

"Do I get to sit next to you?" I asked Bella, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. She giggled and flushed a light pink.

"Hm… maybe," she toyed with me indecisively. My eyes widened.

"Oh?" Bella smirked, looking up at me.

"Only if I get a kiss," she demanded in a light voice. I raised my eyebrows and immediately kissed her full on the lips. I pulled back after a few seconds.

"Now?" I questioned her, a smile forming involuntarily on my face.

"I guess," she said in a breath and shrugged. I chuckled and ruffled her mahogany hair.

Edward's POV

Honestly, I was surprised at Alice's and Emmet's behavior… they were such children. This was going to be a long plane ride. On the plane, we were seated based on keeping Alice and Emmet a long way from each other.

The plane took off and I looked down at the ground bellow me. It was so green. In couldn't wait to get to California, even if it wasn't my house in Long Beach, at least we would be by the water. My mother, Elizabeth, always did call me her 'Sea Monkey'.

The plane ride was… very monotonous. It was expected though. Emmet was cuddling with Rosalie, Jasper and Alice were talking quietly to themselves about God knows what, and Bella and Tristan were watching a movie on Tristan's iPod.

And I was listening to my iPod… by myself.

It was more than depressing.

Especially when the girl I liked was clear in my view, directly in front of my actually, and another guy's arm was around her.

Ugh.

But the six hours did pass. Slowly, yes, but it passed. We took our exit off of the plane and went to collect our luggage, I glanced at the watch on my wrist, and it was almost 11pm.

"Edward can you come help me, please," Alice called to me from the baggage claim; the suitcases were already coming out for us to grab. I walked over to her and helped Jasper grab all of the large suitcases, Alice would never to able to pick them up. I snatched my own black one in the process.

"I think that's all of them," Tristan speculated, counting the suitcases.

"Yup, 10" Emmet agreed and we all grabbed at least one. I rolled one of Jasper's along with mine so he could help Alice with her gigantic ones.

"Got it, Rose?" I heard Emmet ask from my right side. She laughed,

"No, Emmet. My arm is going to fall off from all of this weight," she answered sarcastically. I stifled a laugh and just smiled.

"Women, these days," Emmet whispered to me, smirking. Rosalie slapped him right on the arm.

"Ow!"

"I heard that," she scowled at him menacingly. Emmet quickly apologized. They were still bickering until we got outside. The sky was completely clear, a dark blue. The yellow moon was shining brightly and there with a light warm breeze. Heaven… well almost heaven; there was a few other 'things' I needed to be in heaven.

"Sweet baby Jesus," Jasper mumbled smiling widely.

"Home," Tristan sighed in front of us, taking in a deep breath of the different smelling air. The air was more… relaxed, if that made sense. He turned around to face us.

"My dad dropped off our SUV for us in the parking lot, so I'll run and get it and then drive it over," he told us. He stood up Bella's suitcase that he was holding and walked off quickly to the parking garage that was across the way.

We all stood up our suitcases and Alice and Bella sat on theirs. There happened to be a bench behind me so I sat down on that, Emmet and Rosalie joined me.

"I'm exhausted," Alice stated, leaning on Jasper. Jasper rubbed her back.

"Same here," Bella breathed. She yawned and propped her head up on her hands.

"I want to go swimming!" Emmet beamed; even in the dim light you could see his bright white teeth.

"Yes Emmet, it would be a great decision to go swimming in the ocean at 11 o'clock at night," Rosalie muttered sarcastically. We all laughed, even Emmet.

"Look guys, Rosalie is worried about my well-being," Emmet pointed a finger at her, we all laughed at him. Rosalie's lips were twitching in a smile that she didn't want to show.

"I can't wait to go to the mall… they have a Neiman Marcus," Alice sighed dreamily. I huffed, what was the big deal?

"And a Sax Fifth Avenue," Rosalie added.

"Well we know what we're doing tomorrow," Jasper said to Emmet. This was the good part about not having a girlfriend, no shopping.

"Damn," Emmet muttered under his breath. Only Jasper and I were paying enough attention to hear it. The girls were too busy talking about where they wanted to shop and planning out tomorrow's schedule.

"What do you say, Bella? Come with us," Alice offered. Bella's brown eyes were wary. She wasn't one for shopping...at least not as much as Alice and Rosalie.

"I don't know," she shrugged. Alice's eyes were pleading.

"I just don't know what Tristan wants to do," she quickly made up an excuse, I could tell. Alice and Rosalie could tell. They gave each other a glance.

"Sure…"

Bella giggled, Alice and Rosalie joined in.

"Is this how it's going to be every trip?" Bella asked them. Obviously, there was some kind of inside joke going on between them.

"Yes, it is…until you like shopping," Alice answered mischievously.

"Then I take it you're going to drag me to the mall like every time, right?" Bella checked, looking at them grimacing. Alice and Rosalie looked at each other then back to Bella.

"Yup," they answered simultaneously.

"What's new?" Bella sighed exasperatedly.

"At the mall, everything," Rosalie stated and it sent the girls into a fit of laughter.

Bella's POV

Of course, the first thing Alice and Rosalie wanted to talk to me about when we got off of the plane was… shopping. Whoopididoo. But we all knew how that was going to end… me shopping. Tristan came around driving a large, dark blue SUV quicker than expected and we all got up from where we were sitting- or in Jasper's case, standing- to start loading all of our stuff into it.

"Here, we got it, ladies," Jasper said like the true Southern Gentleman and took our bags from us. The rest of the guys followed suit.

"Shotgun!" I screamed and ran to the passenger seat door. Luckily. Miraculously, I didn't trip and managed to get into the car unscathed. Rosalie and Alice took the back seat. I felt sorry for the two guys that were going to have to sit in the very back seat.

"Oh, no, no; One of you girls is going to have to go in the back!" Emmet informed. Alice and Rosalie crossed their arms over their chest and shook their heads.

"I cannot fit back there," Emmet told them. Alice squinted her eyes at him and undid her seat belt.

"Fine, but you owe me Emmet McCarthy," she scowled and crawled over the seat. Jasper joined her and Edward and Emmet sat in the middle row.

"Buckle it!" Tristan looked in his front mirror at Emmet. Emmet huffed and put his seatbelt on. I could hear Alice snickering even in the front seat.

"Now do I get to see where you live?" I prompted Tristan, grabbing his free hand. He shrugged.

"I guess."

While Tristan was driving I fiddled with the radio, landing on a random station that sounded okay. He got on the freeway, heading towards La Jolla. I looked out my window and could see the moon's light slanting off the harbor water.

"THIS IS MY SONG!" Emmet screamed and I jumped in my seat out of surprise.

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I doSo I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.

Emmet was singing as loud as he could, closing his eyes in concentration. I just stared at him, my mouth wipe open.

"And that, everybody is our linebacker…" Tristan announced glumly, rolling his eyes, we were now getting off of the freeway.

"What?" Emmet questioned us, "That song is so sweet. She's in love with her best friend who doesn't even know! Then he is always telling her about his girlfriend and stuff… it's so sad!"

Except for the radio commercials playing through the speakers, it was dead silent.

"Come on. Edward I need some back up," Emmet nudged Edward who wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, looking out his window. Jasper had a smug smile on his face.

"What Emmet?" he questioned him, eyes wide, confused.

"Don't you think that song relates to everybody?" Emmet nudged him again as if he was supposed to say a specific answer. Edward gave him a cold look.

"No."

After that Emmet shrugged and dropped the subject only to start singing again.

"It's Miley Cyrus!" he squealed and started shaking his shoulders to the beat. Jasper hit his head with his hand.

"Emmet, seriously, come on, man. Hannah Montana?" Jasper questioned his sanity.

"Um, Earth to Jasper… it's not 'Hannah Montana' it's Miley Cyrus. Huge dif." And then Emmet gave him the hand. Yes, Emmet literally gave him the hand. Jasper put both of his in the air in surrender and shook his head at his insane friend.

And like the last song Emmet sang… we just stared.

"The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about
Felt like I couldn't breath
You asked what's wrong with me
My best friend Lesley said "Oh she's just being Miley"
The next time we hang out
I will redeem myself
My heart it can't rest till then
I can't wait to see you again"

Nobody had the heart to tell Emmet that he was singing two and a half octaves lower than the song, so we just let him go on singing. We were, I think, halfway through the song when Tristan slowed down. We were on a long winding down hill road and now we were on more of a city street. Through the houses, I could see the beach.

"We're almost there," he announced.

"Thank God! Can we turn off the radio?" Rosalie begged. Tristan obliged immediately. We all let out a sigh, except Emmet who kept on singing.

"Emmet shut-up!" Edward finally cracked and started to strangle Emmet. The sad part nobody thought to break them up. We all just watched as Edward put the struggling Emmet into a head lock.

"Okay, Emmie, let me explain. Other people, specifically me, cannot stand it when you sing off tune. Either sing with the music or not at all. Capeesh?" Emmet nodded wordlessly and Edward released him, turning back to look out of the window as if nothing just happened.

Emmet gasped for breath and sat straight up, smiling. It was dead silent, once again.

"That was awesome." I stated, looked between Edward and Emmet. Tristan nodded along with me and Alice started clapping and blowing kisses everywhere.

"Encore! Encore!" Alice half-yelled breathlessly.

"We're here…" Tristan said quietly. I heard him and gasped when I saw his house… it was so beautiful. The cream colored house was built on a hill, towering high above us. The windows were lighted and there was a balcony looking right over us.

"Chicka chicka yeeeah!" Emmet sang, smiling.

"Very nice, Tristan, classy," Alice complimented him. Tristan just laughed and pressed a button to open the white gates to the driveway.

"Aren't you going to park in the garage?" I asked him, pointing to it. It was on street level right beside us.

"Eh, I can move it later, this is closer to the door and the weather looks good," he explained and drove uphill and followed the wide cement path. The drive way circled around a lighted geometric fountain and Tristan drove around the curve until we were right in front of the door.

"Welcome to the Ashburn Residence," he said very formally after putting the SUV in park and cutting the engine. Edward opened his door and we all piled out of the car. The boys got out the luggage from the back and we grabbed the bags and Tristan led the way to the front door.

The front door was huge and all glass except for the metal trimming on the sides and the handle. Tristan used a key from his key chain to open the door. When we stepped inside, it was already lighted so we could see the living room that was to our left. One side of the wall was completely covered in bookshelves.

Tristan walked down the hall more until we met a kitchen and a large family room. On the wall held a gigantic TV with a low cabinet under it which meant only one thing… video games.

The vast kitchen had light colored cabinets and black marble countertops. The island in the middle had a pink box placed on it with an envelope taped on it. Tristan went over to it and opened it. After reading it for a brief second he opened the box and smiled. He leaned the box over to us so we could see.

In blue frosting, multiple cupcakes spelled out the words, "Welcome Home."

"It's from my step mom, she knows how much I love Sprinkles cup cakes," Tristan explained, a big smile on his face.

"That's so thoughtful," Rosalie commented. My eyes widened when I saw the view behind her. The breakfast nook, next to the kitchen, held three giant windows that looked over the beach. The dark waves were lightly crashing against the pale white sand.

"And that is how close to the beach we are," Tristan answered my question I asked earlier today. I turned back at him and smiled.

"Want to see the rest of the house?" Tristan offered, putting down the box, saving it for later. Everybody agreed to it and we went on a tour.

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Tristan was so lying when he said that his 'house' was not a mansion. We went up to the next level of the house and showed us where a few of the bedrooms and bathrooms were located. Tristan's bedroom was on that floor. Also, there was a game room which held a pool table, ping pong table, and a closet full of games. Including vests and guns for laser tag. The game room led out to the balcony, which had stairs down to the pool.

The middle floor was the one we entered on and had the laundry room, kitchen, living room, family room, and a couple of bathrooms and bedrooms. On this floor, we could also get to the pool and the deck outside.

There was a staircase leading down to the floor beneath us near the kitchen. On the bottom floor, there were most of the bedrooms, including Tristan's parent's room, more bedrooms and bathrooms, and the theater. The theater had half carpeted walls, in a deep red, with a large projector screen at the front. The seats were just like the ones in a real movie theater except better- they were reclining and were so comfortable, I almost fell asleep in one.

"So you guys can have any room you want, except my parent's and mine," Tristan announced and everybody took off running to claim their territory. I stayed put with Tristan.

"If you want… you can stay with me in my room," Tristan suggested, wrapping me up in a hug.

"I have to ask?" I giggled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he kissed the top of my head.

"Is that a yes?" he mumbled into my hair. I pursed my lips, pretending to think hard.

"I guess it is," I concluded. Tristan chuckled and we went to go get my stuff to put it up in his room. Tristan's room had a connecting bathroom, walk in closet and was painted a light gray. He had a wide window, with a window seat, on the far wall and his bed was in the middle of the floor, dominating the space. I put my stuff down and jumped up onto the cushy bed.

"This is a very nice room, you got here," I complimented. Tristan grabbed the suitcase I had placed on the ground and put it in the closet and came to sit next to me.

"Thank you."

"So… can we go to the beach tomorrow?" I asked excitedly. Tristan laughed at me and put his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.

"We can go to the beach everyday." He stated and twisted his head so he could kiss me. After a few more minutes of that we went back down to the main floor.

We found everybody in the family room, talking animatedly.

"Okay, so nobody is tired and I had a genius idea," Emmet started. I gave him a skeptical look but he continued.

"It's dark, we're right on the beach… and it's perfect laser tag weather!" Tristan nodded with him, smiling hugely. I looked up at him to question his sanity. But he just extended his fist so he could pound it against Emmet and compliment his 'genius idea.'

"Nice."

Whew, that was my longest chapter yet.

So for lazer tag teams, should it be all indiviual. everybody for themselves.

or...

put them into teams.

remember that there are 7 people playing.

if teams, tell me who should be on what/which team.

thanks and review for laser tag!

-Cullen-Style