*JAMIE*

Run!

Jamie rolled first his and then Maggie's sleeping back out beside each other. Then he walked to his backpack, pulling his from fake blood smeared and tires grimed shirt from his body. He let it fall before pulling another one from his bag and throwing it over his head. Next he opened his cargo pants and let them down, revealing his blue checkered boxer shorts, little Bart Simpsons, showing off their butts, printed on it.

"Oh, sexay," Maggie cackled, coming back from the bathroom.

Jamie grinned, pulling her to his side. "You know you love them."

"Sure, I do," she nodded, pinching his side. "It's time for bed now, boy."

He felt Maggie leave his side, knew she was slipping into her sleeping back like the others did. But his eyes remained on Bianca who had turned away by now, busying herself with shaking her pillow into its right form.

He noticed the looks. If he didn't know Bianca, he would describe them as hateful. But Bianca would never hate him...or anyone else for that matter. Why would she? It were just these things he noticed more and more often, her eyes always narrowing when she looked at Maggie and him.

He shook his head in wonder and slipped into his own sleeping bag, putting his arms behind his head, ready to sleep.

He just had to talk to Maggie about it sometime. Maybe he wasn't the right one to be with for her. Even if it was just casual. She did cry her soul out on his shoulder when she found out about Bianca moving out. Evidently, he thought, there was something.

His eyes fell closed.

"Jaamiiee,..." a sweet voice called alluring from somewhere.

He turned in the darkness, his eyes searching for something, anything to make out where he was.

"Oh Jaamiiee,..." the sweet voice whispered again, an exhilarated tilt clinging to her words.

A champagne glass popped up in front of him, the interesting red liquid swimming inside.

He was tempted, but he had had way too much of that sugary stuff which went right to his head already.

"I know you want it, Jamie."

He knew that airy voice with its light squeak. Surely he could trust her.

"Just one more."

He reached out, pulling the glass from its hovering place in the air in front of him.

"Good boy," the voice patted his mind.

Content, he slurped the sweet alcoholic drink, feeling good with himself. His head felt lighter and anyway the world was good.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?" he answered, leisurely pulling a cheery which had appeared out of thin air into his mouth. Cherries, that was exactly what had been missing from the drink the whole time!

"Tell me, Jamie," the voice spoke, the sweetness of it slowly fading away. "How does it feel to drink from somebody else's glass?"

Jamie halted, his eyebrow raising at the edge of the voice. He lowered the glass from his lips, wondering what she was talking about as he studied it.

A flood of light suddenly pointed at him from afar.

He shielded his eyes to make out the source, his heart starting to beat uncertainly.

"I don't like the way you touch her."

A roar echoed through the nothingness.

Was that a motor?

"What, what are you talking about?" He asked, taking steps back.

"Jamie, don't act dumb," she tsked. "I'd suggest for you to stay away."

"Stay away?" He moved backward but toppled over, his feet not cooperating. That damn alcohol. "From what?"

A screeching yelled from afar and suddenly he realized he was on a street. The lights came nearer, the roaring got louder, the smell of burnt rubber reached his nose.

He scrambled to his feet, staggering on his legs to flee from the oncoming car.

He ran, a maniac laugh closing in on him.

In the last moment he jumped to the side, landing in the scrub of some bushes.

As the car zipped past him he recognized the angelic white face stretched into a wicked grin.

Bianca.

Possessed was the only word he could come up with to describe her face.

"There's nothing going on!" he yelled after the smaller and smaller getting red tail lights.

As the lights disappeared into the darkness, he took a deep breath, his heart rate little by little slowing down again.

Jamie turned in his sleep, snuggling closer to the body beside him in search for safety and comfort.

Women were all crazy. Bianca hunting him instead of who she was really after. Maggie telling him what had to be told to Bianca. Babe clinging to JR when really it was them who had this instant connection that felt just right and he couldn't shake. How could she not see it?

He felt a gentle caress run through his hair and sighed relieved, drifting deeper into sleep again. This time dreaming about the blonde who really owned his heart, believing the touch to be hers.