AN: Okay, so I know it's been, like, forever since I last updated. My computer decided it hated me and erased all my documents. I was pretty P.O.d for a while and lost my interest in writing since the chapters I had done were gone. But thanks to those who favorited my story and left reviews, here I am writing on. =) You are my inspiration. Hope I don't disappoint anyone if this starts taking a different direction than I originally planed ('cause I can't exactly remember what that plan was.) heh. Heh.

Anyways…here you go:

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Colt sat glaring at the seat in front of him. The seat that was way to close for comfort. He had been forced to call his parents at the hospital and tell them what had happened. Mr. Douglass was so mad he couldn't even speak when he picked his son up.

Colt wished he could go back to the long weeks of having his dad driving him to and from school. Back to the long lectures on responsibility. Back home instead of this plane.

"When we get there I'll drop you off at the hotel," Mr. Douglass was saying. "You can go down to the restaurant if you get hungry."

Colt moved his glare to his dad for a second before staring at the seat in front of him again.

Mr. Douglass sighed, "I told you this would happen if you got into any more trouble."

Colt scoffed shaking his head, "You said I wouldn't get to go to grandpas. You never mentioned this torture."

"I wasn't about to leave you home alone all summer."

Colt just shook his head and didn't respond. The plan was to have Colt spend the summer at home while his brothers went to the only place Colt felt like himself. But at the last minute one of the neighbors asked if Mrs. Douglass could help her take care of their sick mother who lived out of town. Now Colt was stuck on a plane with is father. He didn't even know how long they would be gone for since Mr. Douglass's job was entitled to some secrecy.

Colt made a point of putting in his ear buds and turning the music up laud enough for his dad to hear and disapprove of before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.

When the plane landed Mr. Douglass gave Colt's shoulder a shake, "Wake up. We're here."

Colt blinked the sleep from his eyes. "Oh goodie," he mumbled as he stretched his arms up, hitting the roof of the plane.

He silently followed his dad off the plane and towards baggage claim. He stopped when they got to the only conveyer belt and gave his dad a wide eyed look.

"Are you serious?" He asked annoyed, "If this is the airport how big is this town?"

Mr. Douglass chuckled, "It's not that bad. You'll spend most of your day at the hotel anyway." He handed his son his bag, "Besides, in a town this small you won't be able to get into any trouble."

Colt rolled his eyes. 'Or have any fun,' he silently added.

As promised, Mr. Douglass left Colt in their adjoining hotel rooms and left for some meeting. Colt tried to distract himself with some evening television, but the only thing he could find worth watching was a movie that was more than half over. With a disgusted sigh he turned the T.V. off and tossed the remote onto the bed.

He checked his phone to see what time is was and was disappointed to see that his brothers would still not have arrived at their grandpas house yet. With a final look around the nice hotel room he grabbed the hotel key and left for the restaurant on the main floor.

For such a small town the restaurant seemed to be doing fairly well. At least half the tables were filled, and several people were waiting to be seated. Colt gave the whole place a quick look and decided that a fast food place would probably be more appealing. He didn't want to be sitting at a table all by himself.

He found a little diner a few blocks from the hotel and pushed the door open. Now this was more like it. Instead of elderly folk sitting at the tables a few college aged students lounged around.

He walked up to the counter and ordered a milkshake and a hamburger. It wasn't until he was turning around with his tray of food that he noticed the person standing behind him. He just barely managed to stop from knocking into them.

"Oh! Sorry!" The girl said as Colt balanced his tray.

Colt felt a smile tug at his lips. This wasn't just some ordinary girl. She was hot! She had dark brown hair that was just brushing her shoulders, and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. As the girl began to smile, her blue eyes laughing at him, Colt realized he had been staring at her for to long.

He quickly cleared his throat and stepped to the side, "Uh-I'll just get out of your way."

The girl gave a small laugh and held out her hand, "I'm Molly."

Colt took her hand, "Colt." When Molly tilted her head with a small smirk he quickly added, "It's actually a nickname, but everyone calls me that so…" Her eyes were laughing at him again, "…Yeah. Anyways, nice meeting you."

He quickly went to a booth silently insulting himself. He acted like a complete moron! Some gorgeous girl randomly talks to him and he goes off and acts like a twelve year old. What was with the stammering?

Colt shook his head and took an angry bite out of his hamburger. He looked up a second later as someone fell into the bench across from him.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" Molly asked as she slid the bottle of ketchup closer to her tray.

Colt stared at her, his mouth full of food, then remembered to act human and nodded his head.

She smiled and picked up one of her French fries, "So do you live here?"

Colt swallowed his food, "No, uh…My dad's got some meeting he had to go to."

"And you came?"

Colt smiled ruefully, "Not by choice."

Molly nodded and squirted some ketchup on her fries, "Father-son bounding? My dad made my older brother go on few of those trips to. Where are you from?"

Colt told her then said, "I take it you're from around here."

She nodded, "We moved here a few years ago after my parents split up." She suddenly laughed, "You must think I'm crazy!"

Colt hesitated then gave her an award winning response, "Huh?"

She gave one of her small laughs, "You come into a new town and this girl just sits down and starts talking to you. I'd probably be a little weirded out if I were you."

Colt gave her a lopsided smile, "Naw, If you hadn't come and sat down I'd be sitting here by myself like a dork," He picked up his milkshake, "Plus, I doubt you're some crazed killer," He took a sip then smirked, "And even if you were I could hold my own."

She laughed then said smugly, "Oh, really? What if I said I was actually a black belt in Karate?"

Colt stared at her a second. Finally he said, "For real?'

She scrunched her face up, "No!" She tossed a fry at him, "But I could still do some serious damage with my taser."

Colt laughed, "Taser? No wonder you randomly start talking to strangers."

"You got that right!" She gave him a mock glare, "Don't try anything. I have exceptional aim."

Colt spent the next hour and half talking and joking with Molly. He found out that her older brothers name was James and that she had a dog named Jenson. James was Rockys age, and Molly was a few months younger than Colt. He ended up babbling about his brothers and his grandpa for the majority of the conversation. She seemed impressed that Colt knew martial arts, but also seemed to think he was joking about it. Probably because of what she had said earlier.

"So, where are you staying then?" Molly asked towards the end of their talk.

Colt grinned, "Why? Planning of setting me up with a theft ring or something? Calling the police and telling them you have information on a drug dealer staying in my room?"

She laughed. "Well, considering my Mom is a cop, it'd be pretty easy to do that."

Colt found himself asking, "For real?" again.

She smiled, "No. She's a nurse."

Colt shook his head, "You tell a lot of fibs."

Molly just grinned and started to stand up, "Only when I'm talking to complete strangers."

Colt watched her leave, not wanting her to go, then slowly got up to head back to the hotel.