a/n: Just so everyone knows, this chapter starts in the same airport Kelsi, Ryan and Sharpay went to a few chapters back to pick up Angie. Since a lot's going to be going on, the pace will slow down a little and the stay in the airport might stretch for two or three more chapters. For quicker updates you can go to my profile, click "homepage" and from there look for the link on the nav bar for "to be seen". My temporary blog. It's probably a lot easer than leaving you in suspense every four or five days, but you all know how much I love doing that. x)

A wise author once said that motherhood is murder. Kelsi Nielson's mother, although not dead, was one of the many that agreed. But as her daughter ran back and forth as well as in circles for their last few days in New Mexico, she had somehow managed to pack everything, get rid of what they didn't need, and clean the entire house.

"Wake up, Kelsi. Kelsi? Let's go, the lines moving." The playmaker looked up at her mother with tired eyes, stretched her arms out and started walking again.

"Have a hard time sleeping last night?" Angie asked, although she already knew that Kelsi had barely slept at all. She nodded absently, leaning against the wall.

"I'm fine, Ange, really," she muttered.

Angie smiled gently at her second cousin, who, by now, was more like a sister to her. You're as far from fine as you can get.

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"You're depressed."

"I am not depressed, Sharpay. Leave me alone."

"What do you mean you're not depressed? You're the most depressed person I know!"

The Evans twins sat in the living room, arguing for the seventh time since Kelsi had ran off.

Sharpay strummed her fingers against the coffee table. "So she just told you she was moving then took off without saying anything else?"

Ryan took a while to think. "Before she left...after she told me...she gave me an envelope." He stood up automatically and started searching the room for it.

"Here," he brought it out from under a chair. "I completely forgot about it; I must've dropped it by accident."

His heart racing, Ryan opened the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. Several intense moments passed as he read the letter and Sharpay watched from his left. His jaw dropped.

"What? What does it say?" Sharpay asked anxiously, moving closer and leaning forward with interest.

"'I have officially fallen head over heels, truly, madly, deeply, crazy for you'," he read aloud. "Sharpay, she...she's in love with me."

Without hesitation, Sharpay dashed into the kitchen to check the clock. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Her flight leaves in half an hour!"

"What am I waiting for? Let's go!" He stood up almost automatically, grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair and strode to the door. Before opening it, he pulled his sister into a quick hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you there for me."

Sharpay smiled, following him out the door. "I'm your sister. Aside from bossing you around, being there for you is my job."

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"I don't know what it is about the PA systems in airports," Mrs. Nielson said, although neither Kelsi nor Angie was listening, "but the announcements never come out clear. I barely understand any of them."

Kelsi was too busy going insane to listen to her mother. Angie, meanwhile, was looking frantically through the phonebook of her cell. She paused at one name and moved against the wall to make a call.

"Hello, Swann, Incorporated? I need to speak with Mrs. Gashaya Yin-Swann. Of course. No, I was referred by a friend. You know Mr. Trump, right? I though so. Yes, I can hold..."

a/n: Muhahahaha! Will Ryan and Sharpay make it in time? What is Ryan going to do? What's he going to say? Who is Gashaya Yin-Swann? Why is Angie calling her? Only I know. Hah. This is the most suspense I've left you in since I first announced that they were moving. Anyway, be sure to check out the blog. I promise you the next chapter will have big things and Angie...you'll love her even more. I might post some pre-Christmas one-shots to celebrate the holiday season. That's all I'm saying for now. Reviews are most welcome and make splendid gifts. xP - - - Nina