Man, I'm on a roll today!

... So, ... I've decided they're going to be older as they're doing this list. And, I am now doing this fiction alone. I'll try and update more... And maybe multiple updates per day... Depends.

But... Yeah. (:

Sorry for the wait. Heh.

Number Two. Walk up to complete strangers and say, "Hi! I haven't seen you in so long!..." etc. See if they play along to avoid embarrassment.

"Angel, what's her name?" Gazzy whispered, pointing at a girl that looked to be about twenty, maybe a few years older.

"Isabella. But people call her Isa."

Gazzy nodded, waltzing out from his hiding spot. He started down the aisle. He looked much older, now, thankfully, and he could pass as twenty. He was seventeen, of course, but, still.

He carelessly walked past the blonde girl, purposely ignoring her at first. He came to a stop, turning around to look at her. "Isabella?" He exclaimed in astonishment. "Isa? Is that you?"

She looked up, from the bag of frozen vegetables, looking at Gazzy. "Yes? May I ask who you are?"

He dropped his jaw. "It's James Longo! I sat next to you in English in ninth grade! We were the best of friends… Remember our teacher? She hated me… I never found out why. I moved away that year!"

A look of realization came upon Isabella's face. "James?" she said incredulously. She looked him up and down. "You look so different!"

"You do, too!" He chuckled, wrapping her in a quick, short hug. "I've actually got to go… My little sister is going to come looking for me in a moment—"

With that Angel turned the corner, running towards Gazzy. "James! Come on!"

"Hold on," he laughed, turning back towards Isabella. "Remember my little sister? Jennifer?"

"She's so grown up!" Isabella exclaimed.

"Issie!" Angel exclaimed, throwing her arms around her waist. She let go and turned towards her brother. "We need to go!"

"Alright, alright," he agreed. "It was nice seeing you! I'll have to look you up in the phone book and we'll have to meet up sometime, if you don't mind."

Isabella shook her head, grinning widely. "Not at all! Bye, Jimmy!"

He scowled, "you know I hate that name!"

She laughed. "I know."

The two smiled at each other and he walked away.

"What's she thinking?" he asked her when they were far enough away.

"She called her friend. She's obsessing over an attractive guy who was in her English class and how the hell she doesn't remember you. She's only eighteen. She's a model. You can take a go at her," Angel giggled, waggling her eyebrows at him.

"Shut it. But, whats her last name?"

"Johnson."

"Right."

"Gazzy," Max growled. "No!"

"Hey! … Fine. I'll wait a year."

Max grumbled but turned her eyes back to the list.

"Whose up next?"

So, there is number two. This one was different because Angel could read her mind and such...

So, they knew more stuff about her, and that made it more believable, so she was confused, but she thought he was completely serious.

You better review. If you do, I'll force myself to write more.