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A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I know it was kind of mean of me to leave you hanging there, but to tell you the truth, I left myself hanging too. It took a long time to figure out how to continue. But, now I think I got it. Hope it works out. Please review!

LPOV:

The silence stretched for what seemed like hours. Then my angel sighed and looked away from the window into my eyes. He smiled. I returned it half-halfheartedly. I had no idea what to do now. I couldn't bear to leave him again, I would die, but what about my friends? My parents? Wouldn't it be odd if I just disappeared and then came back with a guy that I'm all over? Unholy Crap! I'm missing! The beautiful being in front of me opened His mouth to speak. I spoke first.

"How long have I been here?"A look of shock crossed His face, He hadn't thought of it either. Well, I wasn't thinking to clearly right now either. I almost couldn't look at Him without getting lost in those swirling hazel pools.

"Umm…" He closed His eyes, trying to think. His gorgeous eyes opened as they widened. A look of growing shock overcame His face. He opened his mouth and breathed out, "Almost 30 hours."

I almost fainted again. 30 hours?!? My parents would be totally freaking out after just 2 hours of me being gone. I had left my cell phone on my bedside table. I had no idea where Cappuccino was. Anabelle, Bill, little Sarah, Chris, and Beth (My sister, her husband, their little 10 month old baby, my brother, and his fiancee) had probably come home too. Poor Sarah, she'd had to be in the car for an hour again, she hated the car. I almost smiled thinking of my beautiful little niece. Then I started to hyperventilate. 30 HOURS!

Yet, leaving Him now would kill me. Even if we could somehow convince my parents that He had nothing to do with my missing, that I'd stayed at a friend's house or something we would not be alone like this for a long time. My family would be all over me and would still be suspicious of Alex. I once told my mom I loved him, she had known him. I was only 11 of course, just not being able to bear the agony any longer, hoping she could help me move on, but saying His name had only made it worse. She had most likely forgot about him, but if she told dad he would freak out and start screaming at Alex. He was very protective of his little girl. I had no doubt that Alex was protective of me too. I could not have them fighting. Lily also knew, I mean she was my best friend, my love for Him wasn't a secret. She noticed my depression after He left, everyone did. Only Lily knew I never got over Him. I just did my best to hide the pain. Crying myself to sleep every night. Nightmares consisted of the day I found out he was gone.

When the teacher took attendance I noticed His name wasn't even called, it was like He didn't exist. I asked the teacher during recess, yes we had recess in 4th grade. She said nothing, didn't look at me, just went over to scold a child that had been straying to far from everyone else. I guessed He had called in sick, so she knew He wouldn't be here, that's why she didn't call his name for attendance. Then why was she being so secretive? I didn't know. After school I went to where his horrible mom worked. The boss acted as though she didn't even know who the Campbells were. I was aggravated by now, but fear, grief, and pain were ripping their way through my body, making it hard to walk to the street where He lived. I had never been in His house, but I had watched the bus drop Him off here everyday for 3 years. His house was empty. His neighbor Samantha told me she'd heard a car drive off at around midnight, after a bit of shouting. She hadn't gotten up to investigate, her parents would have been angry at her for it, after all it wasn't a secret that Alex's mom had been a trouble maker, to say the least. I had dared to go into the house, He would have been unhappy with me, He was ashamed of his house, but I had to know if He was really gone.

When I went inside I was shocked. The place was hell on earth. There were dust, bugs, and trash covering every surface. They were overflowing ashtrays everywhere, along with cigarette butts all over everywhere else. The place stank of smoke and stale alcohol. I hated the smell of smoke, and alcohol definitely wasn't my favorite smell. I went down the hall. I found a bedroom, that looked like His. It was a mixture between little toddler and rebellious preteen. The place still had baby blue abc wallpaper, a small blue dresser. It had a mass of heavy metal band posters stuck on the wall, trying, unsuccessfully, to cover up the juvenile wallpaper that His mom refused to replace. The bed was twin sized with simple black sheets and pillowcases. In the middle of the bed was the stuffed crab-apple I had given Him for his last birthday, it had a huge crabby face on it. I had told Him He needed it because He was always so crabby. When I saw it I always used to wake up screaming into my pillow with grief. I had learned over the years to put a million tears into one meaningful silent tear. How to grieve with all my being without a single squeak or sound of any kind.

I had this dream or others like it every night. During the day I covered up the shadows under my eyes with concealer, and use eyeliner so you could barely see the puffiness of my eyes anymore. With my friends it was easier to pretend that everything was just a dream, I could smile and laugh. But, as soon as I was alone or just with Cappuccino I had to slip into nothingness or a daydream, otherwise suffocating pain would consume me. Singing helped, or just humming, music made me feel that others had experienced this sort of pain too.

I was brought back to the present as Alex spoke, "Lisa? Are you okay?" I looked at His worried face and relaxed in His arms.

"30 hours?" I asked calmly, safe in His arms but, praying that it was less.

"Maybe more." He nodded cautiously.

"I have to go," I said regretfully.

His arms tightened around me. I looked at Him questioningly, "I can't lose you again." One look at His face told me He wasn't kidding. I was almost consumed with joy, at the fact that he couldn't leave me either, until the conversation came back to me.

"What will we do?" I repeated my previous question. I thought about it, He could change His name, and move into the spare room, ever since Chris went to college we had an extra bedroom. But, under what context? An orphan? Even though that's what he was it wouldn't look good, my parents probably wouldn't let him just live here. I sighed and stared out the window, Alex was quiet, knowing I wanted to answer my question myself, and having no answer himself, he didn't know what my family was like anymore.

I thought, about everything that had happened since my love took me to this place, I thought about the morning before I had left. I wondered where Cappuccino was and opened my mouth to ask when a picture popped up in my mind. The newspaper. I scanned the headlines in my photographic memory, wondering what my subconscious was trying to tell me. I looked to the part of the article that I hadn't read, skipping over names, the article talked about a nineteen-year-old orphan that had been raped by Him, she killed herself after the incident, I held back my pity for the girl and anger at my love for hurting this girl who had such a horrible child-hood, even though she was older than me, as I scanned the rest of the article, it said nothing about family. Only mentioned that she had one older brother and one younger brother. Both of age.

I held back my gasp of delight. This would be enough of a sob story that my parents would let him into our house. It was the weekend so if I called Lily, I'm sure she would tell my parents that I had stayed in her apartment over the weekend, I would just have to tell her the truth later. That would not be pleasant, although Lily had never mentioned it out loud to me I knew that if I let him back, she would attempt to fight him, without even knowing what really happened, and let me tell you, Chessie Lily Sonrisa ( A/N: She made up the name, so don't blame me, Sonrisa is smiley in Spanish, if you didn't know, yah I was confused too, but I said, Whatever :P), although very fierce, was no match for my buff dream man, and even though He wouldn't want to hurt her for my sake, Alex cannot say no to a fight, it's one of his flaws. I never said he was the most perfect man in the universe, my universe? well, that is a different story. A little truth bending never hurt anyone did it? I hope not, but I didn't have time to look it up.

So, what? I met him in Port Angeles while Lily and I were shopping? That could work, then we took him with us, I would show him to my parents, tell his story of living with his older sister, her coming home bruised, beaten, and emotionally dead. That she took too many pills and left her brothers with a suicide note. How his older brother didn't live with them and didn't care that his little sister was dead, how he didn't even come up when he heard she was dead. How he read the note saying she was raped and couldn't deal with life anymore, that it was way too painful. That she had very little money to leave, and her little brother spent it all on burial and death taxes. How he was walking feeling sorry for himself when he ran into us and we felt sorry for him and said he could come with us, and that we could find a place for him to live, since he couldn't pay for the apartment on his own with his current job at McDonald's. Here in the story we would smile and ask in pleading voices if He could stay. I smiled as I closed my eyes and scanned the article for my love's new name.

"Hello Hayden Puckett." I smiled at the angel in front of me.

"Is that my new name?" The beautiful being asked,confused.

"Yes." I replied. Then I told him my plan.

We cleaned up the area and buried his stuff under the acorn shells and we both smiled at the memories, glad that we could freely think of them without pain, now that we were in each other's arms. We went to the creek and found a place where there was a huge line of trees coming up from the water that was about 5 feet deep and fairly clear, you could see to the bottom. We bathed on opposite sides of the trees I made it clear that there was no peeking allowed. Especially since we knew now who we each were. When we were sort-of clean we got dressed and set off hand in hand to the road and then to Lily's apartment. I told Alex/Hayden to wait outside, she couldn't see him yet. I went up to her floor and pressed the buzzer. When she opened the door she screamed and hugged me. "Your parents are worried sick, but I knew you'd pull through."

"Suuure you did Lily. Did my parents talk to you yet?"

"They called, I said 'hello' they said 'Lisa's missing' and hung up before I could say anything else. I tried to call them back but the line was busy."

"Thank God! Okay, Lily, I need you to tell them that I was at your house all weekend. Can you please?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, but its been almost 32 hours that you've been missing. Where have you been?"

Oh crap, I didn't want to tell her this yet, but I knew it was coming. "I found Alex."

"Oh My God, you didn't sleep with him did you?" She asked, she knew how strongly I felt for him, but she also knew I was a Christian, yet, who wouldn't assume this? I had been with Him over night.

"No, I didn't." She knew that I was hiding something, I could tell, she didn't press, but she would soon. I decided to tell her a bit more so that she would stay away from this topic a bit longer. "I fainted and he took care of me, we talked, and then I realized what time it was. I need you to tell my parents I was here, he's going as Hayden Puckett… I told her the rest of the story (except of course what really happened last night). She asked to see Him and I brought my personal angel up to see her. SHE almost fainted, I mean he is REALLY hot, and cute, and perfect, and… yah, you get the point, anyway because my love was so cute, she didn't attack Him, for which I was grateful.

As I watched the beauty descend the steps in awe Lily whispered in my ear, "You will tell me the whole truth later." Damn! She knew I was hiding something. Stupid smart best friend.

We went home, around 5:00 and only my little brother Martin was home Martin was sixteen, and the most annoying brother in the world. Sure I joked with him often, but he was pure evil. He said he hated me, but I knew he loved me, just like I loved him, he was my brother, and I would never let anything bad happen to him, but I would never tell him that. Again, Alex stayed outside at first. When Martin saw me he ran up and hugged me.

"Lisa! You're home!"

"Nope, I'm just a figment of your imagination, yes, I'm home, now let… me… go… can't… breathe." I joked as he let me go and ran to the phone. I went outside to get my love and told Him that we had to act like friends at the most, possibly only acquaintances. He sighed at this, but knew there was no other way. We went inside and sat down just as Martin came back into the room, we were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, lying down, my legs stretched behind His longer ones. Martin froze momentarily and then sat down in the armchair.

Martin tried to seem nonchalant when he asked where I had been, but he eyed Alex suspiciously as he said it.

"I was with Lily. Oh! I guess you don't know Hayden, Martin this is Hayden Puckett, Lily and I found him while shopping in Port Angeles. He has no home so I offered him the spare room in ours." I struggled to keep my eyes away from Alex as I spoke, I knew if I looked at him it would seem as though I loved him, and Martin could not know how we felt. I got up to go to the kitchen and when Alex looked like he would follow I glared at him until he sat back down, luckily Martin was too absorbed in the T.V. show to notice.

I looked for the paper and picked it up, leaning against the counter as I read it. I heard Alex get up and come in here. Darn him! I thought but stopped when I scanned the headlines, The girl he had last raped (besides me) was in the hospital after attempting to commit suicide. It was sad, but it gave him the perfect reason to stop. Now no one would think Alex had been the guilty one when he suddenly shows up just as the rapes stop. I held his hand and gestured to the article he quickly read it and I said, "It gives you the perfect reason to stop," he smiled and nodded, he kissed my hand, and my hand burned with pleasure at his touch. Then he let my hand go and I walked over to the fridge as Martin came in, he noticed the distance between us, nodded and asked me for a can of pop, I gave it to him and he left. I heated up some leftovers for me and Alex, we ate hungrily. I put the dishes in the dishwasher as I heard my mom come home. I peeked out the window and saw mom getting her stuff out of the car, dad came up the drive on his motorcycle and helped mom. They hugged(ewww, its disgusting when old people hug like that), and came inside I took Alex into the family room just as the door opened he sat in the armchair and I sat on the couch with Martin, they walked inside and I took a deep breath as I prepared for the worst, they entered the room, here it goes…

A/N: Cliffy! Sorry, again about the wait, I have been reading non-stop, mainly stuff by JasperSAYSrelax128, seriously CHECK OUT HER STUFF! It's AMAZING!! Please review! I have gotten one that totally made me happy, but I would LOVE to get more. I love all constructive criticism and well, even plain old rude stuff would be fine, as long as you tell me WHAT is wrong, anyway, I'm rambling, so please REVIEW!