The rest of the day went without incident, and I still had PE with Nick (yay), so that was a plus. And I had a few with that Andrew kid, who was actually a cool guy. He had a great aura to him, like a super-cute nerd, he even had those black square glasses that everyone wears nowadays. I actually had a study date with him this Saturday, I still had problems with science, and that was his passion, so it all worked out.

Now I was home, in my garage, wearing cotton shorts and a T-Shirt, eating cinnamon pop tarts with milk, and watching Jason and his band practicing. The band consisted of him, the lead guitarist, Jessica, the lead singer, Kyle, the keyboard…ist, Eli, the base, and Dean, the drummer. And they were actually pretty good, they had already played at parties and a few teen clubs, so it wasn't like they were complete amateurs, and Jessica was an amazing singer. Right now, Jessica was gargling water and making weird noises while 'warming up her voice', Eli and Jason were discussing chords and whatnot, Kyle was listening to his ipod, and Dean was lightly tapping his drums.

I sighed and checked my phone for the up-teenth time, no texts, no calls, and the people in front of me weren't even playing any songs yet. And I really did like their songs, as did a lot of people on campus, they were really getting noticed.

"Ana, can you call mom and ask if she's gonna come late," Jason said, looking up from his guitar.

I nodded and picked it up, then I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up, she didn't. instead, I heard her voicemail, This is Alice, leave your number and I'll call you back as soon as I can. I sighed and hung up.

"She's not answering, I'm gonna start dinner though," I said, getting up.

"Alright!" Dean cheered.

I raised my eyebrow, "Y'all are staying for dinner again?"

"What? You don't want us here?" Jess teased.

"It's not that, it's that I have to cook for all of you,"

They all chuckled and brushed off the fact that I was serious.

Alright, another day of cooking for seven people, including me. They were all okay with it because, not to toot my own horn, but I'm a pretty amazing cook. And tonight will be… spaghetti and meatballs night! Everybody loves spaghetti. (A/N: my personal fave!) So I rinsed the two pots I would need, and took out the necessary ingredients, which were; spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, meatballs, various spices, (is salt considered a spice?), and I was ready to start.

But as I carried the pot, full of hot water, to the stove, a film covered my eyes. I was vaguely aware of the pot slipping from my grasp, and the splash of water on the ground. And I fell with a thud.

I was her again, the mysterious Anastacia. And I was talking to a man. He had a light tan, and dark hair, almost black, his eyes were black as well, obsidian, that's it.

"Your brother says that this will help us defeat the ones who have been ambushing our people," he said, his hand caressing her-my cheek. I nodded, my head still bowed, and I could see that his legs were a turquoise blueish-greenish color, beautiful.

But who was this guy?

"I understand, Naiad, but I just- I don't want to see you get hurt," she-I said.

He lifted my chin up, and for some reason, there was a tear in my eye, all I was thinking was, what the hell is going on?, but I guess she-me, and him, weren't.

"Don't fret, I love you, and I love my people, I shall do anything to make sure they are safe, even if I have to come back from my grave," whoa, love?

I sniffled, "You sound like you're expecting your death,"

"I have to be expecting anything,"

I looked up at him, "Well I expect you to come back to me,"

He smiled and leaned down, but before I could feel the glide of his lips on mine, I felt that pulling again.

"Ana, Ana wake up," someone was gently shaking me, and there was something cold, and wet, on my forehead.

I groaned and my eyes fluttered open, and I saw Jason's worried face above mine.

"Since when do you faint?" He asked, scowling at me.

I would've chuckled, but, you know.

"Leave her alone Jace, she just woke up," Jess said, coming over to take the wet rag off of my head.

I groaned again and sat up, earning myself a head-rush.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, then blushed as I noticed everybody staring at me.

"Well, we heard a crash, Jason came down with a bat, and saw you on the floor, and we've been here for about," he paused to check his phone, "three minutes and forty-seven seconds." Kyle explained.

Uh… "Thanks, I guess."

Jason helped me up and I looked around the kitchen, the pot was still on the floor, water was everywhere on the kitchen floor, and there was a bat at the entrance, great.

"So… are you still making dinner?" Dean asked quietly.

I didn't have enough energy in me to throw him a glare, so instead, I flipped him the bird and walked over to the stove to support myself.

"I'll stay here with you, incase you have another incident," Eli offered.

Jason nodded and started out of the kitchen, and everyone, except Eli, followed him out. I threw him a grateful smile, and he picked the pot up for me.

"So what happened? Didn't eat breakfast," he guessed.

I chuckled but shook my head, "I don't really know, but I had a… vision, or dream, while I was out,"

He raised an eyebrow and I shrugged, "Probably nothing,"

"Alright well, let's get cooking," he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Bon apetit," me and Eli said simultaneously.

We both grinned at each other as I placed a giant bowl of spaghetti on the table, and he placed a giant bowl of sauce with meatballs next to it.

"Wow, did you help out, Eli?" Jess asked, licking her lips as she mentally devoured the food.

"Yup, I poured the water out of the pot, and I sprinkled parmesan cheese onto the spaghetti," he said proudly.

I rolled my eyes and smiled as I served myself a plate.

"Alright everyone, eat!" I announced.

"I heard that," Dean said.

"Same here," Kyle agreed.

"Mhm," Jess mumbled.

Jason nodded, and we all dug in.

By the time mom got here, they had all left, and Jason was helping me with the dishes.

"Hey guys," she called tiredly.

"You missed dinner," Jason said, keeping his eyes on the plates in front of him.

She sighed, "Yeah, sorry about that, it's just that-"

"Don't make excuses, it's fine," he interrupted.

She pursed her lips, "It's not an ex-"

"Yes, it is." He interrupted again.

I bit my lip at his clipped tone.

"Look Jason, it's just dinner, what's wrong?"

The plate in his hands fell into the sink, smashing it into three, uneven pieces.

"It's always just dinner!" He yelled.

She looked startled, "Jason-"

"We moved here, three years ago, because you said we could be closer with your new job, but what happened? The same, exact thing, you're never home!"

"Uh, I left you some spaghetti in a plate," I offered.

"She probably already ate something, don't waste your efforts on her," he spat.

"Jason! You will not talk to me like that, I am your mother-"

"Are you?" He interrupted, "Because it seems like me and Ana are the ones holding this place up,"

She glared at him, "I work eight long hours everyday-"

"And the rest of the time, what do you do then?" He asked, returning the glare.

He didn't let her start, "Did you already eat?"

Her eyes softened, and she nodded.

"There Ana, your efforts were wasted," then he turned back to her, "Goodnight, Alice," and with that, he pushed past her and I heard him storm up the stairs and slam his bedroom door.

A sniffle came from in front of me, and I turned to see her, tears streaming down her face. Well, tonight went down the hill fast.

"Mom-"

"He's right, I'm never here," she mumbled.

I wanted to object, but it was true, "You try,"

She looked up at me, then walked away, to her bedroom upstairs. I was left alone to clean up the rest of the kitchen, and it finally came to me.

I'd completely forgotten about my… vision. It was different this time, I was with a guy named Naiad, and it seemed like we were… together. Well, at least I got to almost-kiss some hot guy, some guy who had a remarkable resemblance to Nick. Weird. But I dismissed it and went on to analyze the rest of the vision. See, that's my glitch, I over-analyze everything. All the time, and right now, I was weirded out by the fact that I had had the same vision twice, well, technically it wasn't the same one, but I was in the same body. And I knew it wasn't a dream because, this just seemed realer, and I felt an odd sense of déjà vu…

Sorry for the short chappie, but i'm working on something else, and i'm experiencing writer's block with both of them, so maybe you could review with some ideas...?

Thank You JandMbooklovers, for being my first reviewer!:D

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