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Pogue was already at the restaurant when she got there. She parked next to his Ducati and took a deep breath. Seeing any one of them made her nervous just for the sheer fact that they were always hanging out with Reid. Amelia breathed in the harsh cold air as she opened the door to the restaurant. Pogue smiled at her from the table and silently sat down across from him.

"So how's the band going?" he asked after they ordered. She rolled her eyes and picked at a piece of bread from the bread basket in the center of the table. "It's not. I'm pretty sure it's going to end up getting named Callie."

Pogue laughed. "Yeah, she is stubborn, but so are you."

Amelia shoved his shoulder. "You are, too."

He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. "Only when I'm right, kid."

She shook her head smiling for a moment. "I suppose."

"So did you find your fifth?" When her expression darkened, Pogue frowned. "I'm guessing you did and it's not a good thing."

She sipped her coffee and shook her head. "He looks exactly like Reid, sounds exactly like Reid, and acts exactly like Reid. If it weren't for the fact that Reid has no musical talent whatsoever, I'd think it was him. The whole thing is just really bizarre."

"He can't be that much like Reid," Pogue said and she laughed. "You say that now, but just wait until you meet him."

"What's his name?" He asked, drinking from a glass of iced tea. "Jesse Murdoch," she replied, asking. "You ever heard of him?"

Pogue shook his head. "Doesn't ring a bell, but you know Boston. It's a big city."

"Yeah," she said, before waving it off. "So, have you met anybody?"

It was Pogue's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, right. Nobody wants to date a grease monkey."

"Sure and you're not just a grease monkey. You're a cute grease monkey," she joked, prompting him to throw a hunk of bread at her. She laughed. "No wonder. With table manners like that, I wouldn't date you."

"Ha ha, funny, Ames," he said shaking his head. "I don't know. There've been girls, but it's not the same as with Kate, you know?"

"You want someone who challenges you, who you have that connection with," she said nodding in understanding, "We are the keepers Pogue, but nobody wants to keep us."

He half laughed, but it was hollow. "Shit, when did we get so emo?"

His smile faded and as he stared past her. She turned to follow his gaze and saw Reid sliding into a booth with a very busty blond. Amelia leaned her arm on the table and threw the piece of bread she'd been munching on down on her plate. "Perfect." She turned back and stared at the girl. She was pretty and she looked very familiar.

"You wanna just get out of here?" he asked, sympathetically. She shook her head. "No, we came here to talk and have a good time and I intend to. Besides, we've already ordered our food."

"Well, if we're staying here, I propose we be drunk," he said calling for the waiter. The waiter quickly appeared and Pogue leaned over to him. "Can we get a couple of beers?"

The waiter simply nodded. Twenty minutes later and a dozen beers between them, Pogue said, "Good thing he didn't ID."

Amelia laughed. "That would have sucked."

"You know, Ames, Reid is stupid," he said suddenly, "You're one of the coolest chicks I know and-and Callie's really hot. Is she seeing anybody?"

Amelia burst out laughing and gulped down her beer. "No."

Pogue leaned closer to her. "You should put in a good word for me."

She simply smiled. "I'll see what I can do."

"So you guys having fun," Reid asked, his jaw clenched. Pogue leaned back in his chair and Amelia drank greedily from her beer. Pogue smiled. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"So you guys on a date?" he asked. "Are you," she shot back before laughing. Pogue turned away from both of them and tried to stifle his laugh. "You got her drunk?" Reid asked, clearly upset. Pogue shrugged. "I think she kind of needed it."

"Besides, I'm a big girl," she said wiggling her eyebrows. "I think I can handle a little alcohol in my bird stream."

"I think you mean blood," Reid said slowly through gritted teeth. "I think I do, too," she laughed. Pogue through down a wad of money and held his hand out to Amelia. "I think I better get you home."

"I'll take her," Reid said, pushing Pogue's hand away. Amelia rolled her eyes. "I don't think Bambi would appreciate that," then turning to Pogue, she winked, "let's get out of here."

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Callie stood over Amelia trying not to shake with anger. "I can't believe you're still asleep. It's three in the afternoon!"

Amelia groaned and rolled over. "Oh don't yell. I'm hung over!"

Callie bent down and narrowed her eyes. "You and Pogue didn't do anything did you?"

Amelia could help but grin. "Why you like him or something?"

Callie stood up quickly and snapped indignantly, "Yeah, right."

Amelia felt her grin widen. "Fine, then I guess you wouldn't care to know what he said about you."

Callie tapped her leg impatiently, her face slightly red. "No, I wouldn't. I'm just here to wake you up for band practice."

Amelia groaned. "But I can't take loud noises right now."

"You should have thought about that before you went and got drunk," Callie growled. Amelia laughed. "Jealous much?"

Jesse poked his blond head in the door. "Is the princess awake yet?"

Amelia glowered at him and tried to kick the door closed. He laughed. "Ooh, somebody's grumpy."

"Don't talk to me," she snapped, "We may be in a band together, but I don't have to talk to you."

"Hey," he said, sliding into the room and draping an arm over her shoulder, "I may look like the jackass who you broke up with, but, baby, I'm not him."

Amelia rolled her eyes and shrugged him off, trudging towards the bathroom. "No, you're not him. He's not half as annoying as you."

"That tattoo have anything to do with him," he asked tapping her shoulder with a drumstick, "kind of a grim tattoo for such a beautiful girl."

Amelia slammed the door in his face, trying hard not to explode with anger. He was right that tattoo was because of Reid. She had gotten it while they had been together to commemorate the winged heart he had drawn on her back, but once they had broken up she had gone straight to the tattoo parlor and had it altered greatly. Now there was a sword sticking through it, with blood dripping down the hilt into a puddle with a couple of feathers next to it. The blood spelled out the letters "R.G." Amelia knew it was stupid of her to be so broken about the demise of their relationship-she had been the one to end it-but she had loved him so. She still loved him and that tattoo was to remind her of how destructive love was. It would forever remind her not to get too close.

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"Look, all I did was drive her home," Pogue snapped, "Nothing happened."

"Right," Reid snapped back. Pogue's anger flared. "And why do you care, you're the one who was on a date."

Reid couldn't answer. He didn't know why he had asked her on a date. He didn't even really like her, but there was something about her that made him……

"Look, just stay away from her," Reid ground out, jabbing Pogue in the chest with his finger. Pogue shoved him away and Caleb finally stepped forward. "Guys, stop."

"No, Caleb, Reid needs to learn that just because he dumps all over some chick that we've all become friends with, we're not going to dump all over her, too."

"She dumped me-"

"For good reason," Pogue yelled, "do you know how hard it was for her? After what you guys went through to be together and then you just throw her away like a piece of trash. That was a bullshit move, Reid, and you fucking know it!"

Reid just glared at his friend and Pogue continued. "All I know is Amelia is my friend and I'm not going to stop being friends with her because you're too much of a pussy to swallow your pride and apologize."

Reid leaned back against the wall of his dorm room and chanced a glance at Tyler. Tyler met his gaze straight on. "It was a shitty thing to do, Reid."

"I know," he said finally, slumping further down until he was seated on the floor, "You know, the entire time, I didn't want to, didn't have the slightest urge to and then I met Angela-"

"Angela?" Pogue asked. "That girl?"

Reid nodded. "I didn't want to even then, but I couldn't stop myself. Like any time I was around her, I just-" he shook his head. "It was like some weird drug trip."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "I don't know, Reid, you've always been one to jump from girl to girl. Maybe you just can't break the habit-"

"That's just it, I can," he interrupted, punching the wall, "We were fine all summer. I was around tons of other girls and not once did the thought cross my mind until….."

"Angela," Caleb finished. He sighed and stared down at Reid with penetrating eyes. "You sure?"

Reid nodded. "Yeah, I mean if you were with someone like Amelia would you want to cheat on her?"

"He has a point," Pogue said as way of agreement, "she's one cool chick."

Pogue was silent for a moment before adding. "You know Reid may be on to something. Amelia mentioned one of the new band mates looking exactly like Reid and I didn't think much of it, but then I met the guy when I dropped her off. The dude looks exactly like him. I mean exactly, except for his eyes. Freaked me out."

"Okay," Caleb said slowly, "but what connection is there in all this?"

"Maybe it has something to do with her being a god?" They all turned to Tyler and he shrugged. "Just a thought."

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"We have to come up with a name," Amelia sighed, trying hard not to scream. They had been discussing their options for over an hour and so far had not been able to agree on anything. Jesse threw a paper airplane into the air and watched it hover for several moments and fall. "I say we name ourselves 'Holden Caufield Syndrome.'"

Amelia stared at him for a long moment. "I actually like that."

He smiled proudly. "Thanks, I try."

Callie crinkled her nose. "I guess."

Jesse sat up and glowered at her. "Oh, do you have any better ideas?"

When Callie didn't answer, he flopped back. "Good, then it's decided."

Callie mumbled, "I guess until we think of a better one." Jesse smiled at her. "We won't."