Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize, i don't own. The nobodys your never heard of... yep them bitches is mine lol.

OH SHIT. Did I really go this long without updating? I am sorry. Please no death threats! Anyways, I've been struck with some inspiration, so here I am. ALSO, i re-wrote the last chapter posted in "I hate you with a fiery passion" because I had totally wrote myself into a corner there. So to any fans of that story that are reading this go back and read that. Also, I MAY (as in a slight possibilty) be discontinuing UNTITLED. Nothing is for sure yet tho. I doubt any one reading this also reads my newsies fan fics, but i most likely wont be writing any more in those. I have kind of lost interest in the movie, making it really hard to write. Again i am ranting. So i will stop before some vikings come to behead me while wearing sombrero's. 'Cause thats just embarrassing.

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Phili's POV

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It felt weird to be back here. I hadn't been here in years. I don't know why exactly I chose to come here. Maybe because I wanted a little bit of my old life back. Maybe because I wanted to forget.

The old shack had long been abandoned. But that hadn't stopped us.

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FLASHBACK

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"Little to your left. Your left dumbass. YOUR OTHER LEFT" I couldnt help but smile as Chase ran the oversized chair he was carrying into the wall.

"You could help us carry this shit in you know. It was your idea after all."

"Not true Mr. Stevens. It was you that made the original argument that you hated hanging out at mine and Peteys place because Petey was such a neat freak. Therefore you put this "idea" in my head, therefore this was really your idea." I said with a smirk.

"You should have been a lawyer." He laughed and shook his head before lifting the chair back up and carrying it blindly to the middle of the shack we were now claiming as our own.

Once he set it down, he flopped into it and stared out the window towards the ocean.

"We've got to do something about the smell in here" He said, as I sat down on the couch next to him.

"Mhm." I said barely listening. "When's Andy coming?"

"Ha. You really like him don't you?" Chase said with that mischievous smile that just made you want to punch him.

"No. He's... He's just bringing the beer. And I need to be drunk." I said, trying to cover up my tracks.

"You are more fun that way." Chase said with a laugh before ducking as a threw a pillow at him.

"Hey guys, stop the violence. Can't we just get along?" A deep voice came from behind us that I immediately recognized.

"Finally" I sighed. "About time we had some beer." I said, taking the beer out of Andy's hands.

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LATER THAT NIGHT

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"Psssssssst. Andy... guess what." I giggled, at this point drunk beyond belief.

"Whats up pretty lady?" He asked, as he lay out on the river bank, staring up at the stars.

I crawled over to him from where I had been laying, an laid my head down on his chest.

"Underneath my clothes... I'm totally... naked." I said before cracking up laughing at my own joke.

"Thats nice." Andy sighed as he started rubbing my back with his big rough hands

"You should use more lotion." I said with a smile, as I sat up to look at him.

"I'll remember that." He said with a smile, his eyes still transfixed on the stars.

I looked at him, and loved every second of it. The way the moonlight fell on his face, the way his chest moved as he breathed.

"I'm cold." I said, snuggling up close to his shoulder.

He took the hint and wrapped his arm around me, attempting to share his body warmth.

"Night Phili."

"Night Andy"

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END FLASHBACK

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I shuttered a little bit in the cold, and then shook my head to rid myself of the memories. Now was not a good time to go down memory lane.

I sat in my car for a few more moments, contemplating if this was a good idea or not. Everything in there would remind me of him. Plus it smelled. And the way it was raining now, the old roof would probably be leaking. But then again, where else did I have to go. I had no home. I couldn't put my friends through anymore of my bullshit. This was the only place I had.

I took a deep breath before opening the car door. My feet seemed to be weighted to the ground as I took each step towards the shack. Flashbacks to the warm summer we had spent here, the many wasted nights on the river bed, falling asleep next to Andy countless times seemed to push me away from this place. But I had to take those steps forward.

Finally I reached the door. We never bothered with a lock, because no one in their right mind would come here. I turned to the doorknob slowly and walked into the shack.

There were no lights on. The light from the moon reflecting through the windows gave the shack an eerie glow. I turned around to turn on the lamp that was closest to the door.

I stood back up, only to have a large rough hand cover my mouth to stifle my scream.

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I'm evil. Leaving you with a cliff hanger after like a year of not updating. So terrible. Please don't murder me. I promise more updates to come. Let me know what you think!

-PA6