A/N:: So, I don't really like how this chapter came out. I kept getting interrupted when I was trying to write it, so I don't think it came out as fluid as I intended, but hey, it wasn't a crucial part anyways I suppose. So read and review please:)

They began walking back towards the club at a much slower pace than that at which they had left it. Criss watched Luna, and was amazed by how much more relaxed she was now that Criss said they could be friends. Her naturally red lips curved up at the corners creating an overall peaceful look, and her eyes seemed to have lightened in color or energy. "So, where do you work?" asked Criss trying to find out more about his new friend.

Luna had been asked this question many times, and wondered how to answer it. "Technically, I work wherever I want to," she said playfully, then upon seeing criss's puzzled face added: "I'm a writer, so I write wherever and whenever I'm inspired," she clarified.

"Oh really? That's so cool! I've always admired people who are that creative. I've tried writing a few times...Mostly song lyrics, and they came out okay, but I don't think they'd be worth much unless I added the music to them. What kind of stuff do you write?" He asked, sincerely interested. Luna's eyes began to sparkle the way they do when she discusses this topic, and Criss noticed right away. They were so excited, he had to smile.

"I try a lot of different styles. I've written 2 novels, I've tried short stories, I've even written a screenplay once," she said proudly. "But, my real passion is poetry. I love being able to say something that feels vastly important without actually having to come out and say it," she looked down at her shoes and then back up again laughing a little. "I know that sounds dumb, but...I don't know. I like being able to secretly reveal myself without people knowing it," she said her voice quieting a little. She wondered if she'd expressed too much to Criss, but he seemed genuinely fascinated. He smiled at her, and responded.

"It doesn't sound dumb at all. I know exactly what you mean. I feel like I do that sometimes in my craft as well." Luna looked at him with a puzzled look, so he proceeded to explain. "You see, I'm an illusionist. I don't mean to sound vain or anything, but I was kind of surprised when you asked my name, because my performances have kind of made me a well-known face around here."

Luna laughed slightly embarrassed. "I don't really keep up with the gossip or night life stuff around here, so sorry. In fact, the only reason I'm here, is because my friend dragged me out," she said looking into his deep eyes. What she didn't know was that behind those eyes, Criss was silently thanking Luna's friend for doing just that.

"So what kind of 'illusions' do you do?" Luna asked bringing Criss out of his thoughts.

"I try to present a variety. I like to try to make people wonder, because sometimes I'll tell them that something isn't real, and other times, I'll blow their minds and provide no explanation. I present the audience with the opportunity to decide what's real, and what's all an illusion," he explained with a mischievous grin.

They then approached the club. Luna looked across the street and noticed that her car was gone. Semi-worried, she paused on the sidewalk and pulled out her phone to call her fried.

"Hello?" answered Bella's voice.

"Belle, it's Luna. Did you take my car home, because I'm outside the club now and it's gone?!"

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry Loon. I thought you had left with that guy so I invited my friend back to our place for a while, and I took your car home. I'm so sorry! Do you need me to come pick you up?"

Luna thought about this, and decided against it, because she wanted her friend to have fun, and she usually held her back. She told Belle her decision and then turned back to Criss.

"Well, thanks for a nice evening Criss, I hope I see you again sometime," she said preparing to catch a taxi and go grab a cup of coffee.

"Wait a second," he replied. "I couldn't help but overhear, but it sounds like you need a ride and someplace to go," he said in a not so subtle attempt to spend more time with her. Luna sighed, and thought about her options, and then agreed to go with Criss. They began to walk across the street to the line of cars.

"Wait, didn't you arrive in a limo with a driver?" She asked remembering her discomfort as she had watched him enter the club.

"Yeah I did, thanks for stalking," he joked. "But, remember when I told you I'm well known? Well, that kind of has perks. I had a guy from the hotel where I live drop off a ride," he said as he approached an expensive looking motorcycle. Luna froze. She'd been petrified of them ever since her friend had been killed, and she vowed not to ride one. This hurt too much to say, so she made up an excuse.

"Uh...Criss look what I'm wearing. Do you really think that it would be a good idea for me to sit on there in this?" She asked while moving her hands down the sides of her dress. Criss raised an eyebrow, and one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile, which made Luna shiver a little.

"Alright," Criss said. He seemed disappointed that she wasn't willing to be a little wild. Luna saw this disappointment in his gorgeous pleading eyes, and felt guilty. "It's no problem," Criss continued now masking his emotions. "I'll just call for the limo," he said with a big smile that Luna could see right through.

"No, Criss wait," Luna sighed. "I have some shorts in my purse, because I hate wearing dresses...So I guess we can ride," she said trying to force a happy expression on her face. "I'll be right back," she said walking over to the club so she could change in the bathroom. As she was walking away, she noticed Criss playing with his bike as happy as a kid in a candy shop. She was glad that she was making him happy, but shivers were pulsating through her body and she was positive her rapid heartbeat could be heard. As she walked in to the bathroom and began changing she remembered seeing her friend lying in a coffin. She remembered breaking down in front of the coffin. She remembered yelling at the man with who had killed her when he had gotten off without jail time and showed up at the funeral. Tears began flowing down her face as she pictured these images that were engraved in her memory a year and a half before. She missed her friend, and was deathly afraid to do something like ride the motorcycle. But nonetheless, she had the shorts on now and was walking back to Criss.

She held back her tears, because she knew that she had to get past her fear; no she needed to get past it. She walked up behind Criss and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around smiling and eager to ride, but his expression changed quickly to a look of concern. "Whoa, Luna are you okay? Are you crying?" He asked in a gentle voice.

Luna could no longer hold back the tears that she was hiding, and as they ran down her cheeks Criss wrapped her in an embrace. She felt too vulnerable right then to try to fight it, so she held on to him and sobbed in to his shoulder.

"Luna, please tell me, what's going on?" Criss asked her once her sobs quieted down. Luna looked down and sighed for a moment trying to regain composure before speaking.

"Um...It's just that...Last year, my friend was in an accident, and she died. She was riding her motorcycle, and was run over by an idiotic drunk truck driver who ran a red light. I've been really afraid of motorcycles ever since then. It's like every time I see one, I picture her getting hit, and I break down. I'm so sorry Criss, I don't mean to lay all this on you, I'm being weak, that's all. But, I do want to ride with you. I need to overcome my fear." She looked him straight in the eyes, and said: "I think it's about time that I start living again," she smiled in self satisfaction.