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Insomnia.

That's pretty much summing tonight up for me. I can't sleep for three reasons.

Reason #1: Tommorow morning we land on Tamaran and I have the biggest battle of my life. And I thought puberty was hard!

Reason #2: The whole Brendon Wally thing is really irratating my brain.

Reason #3: Those stupid nightmares I always have. I can't take it anymore!!

A gurgle noise is heard in my stomach and I get up to get some food. Maybe Mr. Sto-- I mean Uncle Vic ("Mr. Stone is my father 'lil lady") left some BLTP's(a/n: If you read "Finding Courage" you should know what it is. If not it's Bacon, Lettuce, Tomatoes and Pork) in the fridge! I lick my lips as I head down the dark corridor, a clurean starbolt lighting my way. I turn left and then right and then left again. Why do all these corridors look the same at night? I'm lost and hungry! I'm going to die alone in one of these corridors and no one will ever find me! On my grave it will say: "Mar'iand'r Grayson, Died June 26, 2007 in a random corridor on a random ship of starvation. Her body was never found." Someone taps me on the shoulder almost as if to cut off my ranting and I almost let out a scream until a familar sent reaches my nose and a pair of aubergine eyes looks me in the face smiling lightly.

"What are you doing out this late Miss Grayson?" He asks me, his voice a whisper and getting noticbly closer, I back up.

"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Logan." I whisper back. He chuckles softly. And shakes his head.

"I couldn't sleep, How about you?" He takes another step closer and I back up again. His amethyst eyes are looking playful and it's then I blush at his outfit.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of Family Guy boxers, His hair is extremly tosuoled letting me see both his eyes for a second time. Honestly, I'd perfer him like this than in a towel. I blush even harder at what I'm wearing. A pair green plaid boxer shorts and a tight Fall Out Boy tang top that hugs my chest a little to well.

"I couldn't sleep either." I back up again and hit the wall. He just smiles and bends down slightly.

"Great, I'm in love with an insomniac." I lightly blush when he says 'In love' and he reaches for my midnight ocean eyes, pulls something off and places it in my hand and closes it.

"Your mask was still on, I couldn't see you beautiful blue eyes that well." He closes the gap between us and all thoughts of Wally and me flew into the wind. In my happiness my starbolt depletes itself 'til there's nothing left. My hands make their way to Brendon's well toned chest as his own wrap around my waist and pull my in closer deepening the kiss. His tounge finds it's way into my mouth and we rage another war on eachother, that is until my stomach's plea for hunger sounded and made me lose. We parted and he looks at me trying not to laugh.

"Shut up!" I hiss. And I ignite my azure starbolt once more. He still has that goofy grin on his face as he follows me.

"Got lost on your way to your midnight snack?" he asks. I become indignant.

"No! I just couldn't see that well is all!" He looks at me defiantly.

"You have the power to ignite something double the brightness of the strongest light bulb on earth. Admit it. You were lost." I sigh.

"Ok, I admit I might have been a little off course." He smirks.

"A little? You're on the other side of the ship Mar." I stick my tounge out at him and he smiles.

"C'mon my princess I'll lead the way." I roll my eyes and he grabs my free hand and we intertwine fingers.

"You know I still wasn't lost."


The kitchen!! Finally!

I race towards th fridge and Brendon makes himself comfy in a chair. I grab a couple of sodas and a BLTP and thrash the pork making it a BLT again and sit down. I slide the soda can over to Brendon as i gulp down my own at an alarming rate, Brendon quirks a brow at me as I throw the entire BLT in my mouth. My Tamaranean manners are kcking in again. I go back to the fridge and find a bottle of mustard and a jar of pickles. I drown the pickles in the mustard and sallow them whole making the 14 year old across from me shiver in disgust.When I finish off the jar I gulp down the pickle juice.

"Um, are you full yet?" The ebony haired male across from me asks fearfully.

"Yeah...That was delicious." I rub my belly and smile.

"That was disgusting is more like it." He replies. I just shrug my shoulders.

"I'm part Tamaranean what do you expect?" He laughed.

"Want to watch a movie together?" He suggested after a long comfortable silence. I know what 'watching a movie' is code for in guy world but I agree anyway.

We seat ourselves on the leather sofa his arms already around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his well toned chest again and shivered slightly at the cold air. He pauses for a moment and grabs a blanket from God-knows-where and puts it around the both of us. I snuggle closer as we watch the opening credits. We were watching "Saw III" and from the get-go I was frightned beyond belief. I'm not into these bloody gorey scary movies at all mainly because I'm extremly squimish, hence why I hate hospitals. Brendon's rubbing my back lightly telling me it's just a movie. I'm like a second skin on him now and he pauses the movie.

"Are you sure your ok with this?" I nod and he shrugs his shoulders and hits play. After 5 minutes he looks at me again. I had been so scared I had tears running down my face. He bends down and kisses the teardrops away. Mummering sweet bits of nonsense like "Baby, shhh it's ok." "Or as long as I'm here you don't have to be scared." I look up at him and he comes in for the kill strike. His lips are on my own tounge prying my mouth open once more as his hand wipes away the tears and then slides down to my lower back my hands make his hair even more tousled then it already is. He's pushing his weight down on me and I fall underneath him. We part for air and he smiles down at me.

"You taste like pickles and mustard." I giggle and blush.

"You taste like Sprite." I mumble.

"You know, Fall Out Boy sucks. I don't think you should be wearing that tang anymore." I hit him playfully in the arm as he reaches to pull it off.

"Don't even think about it you pervert. And Fall Out Boy kicks ass. Plus, Pete Wentz is very very sexy." I laugh at his mock hurt expression.

"I thought you loved me. Not that pretty boy Pete." I sit up and he moves off me slightly.

"I don't know. If Pete wanted to make out with me I'd have to say yes." He looks jealous.

"Nuh Uh. I'm not sharing you with anyone." He holds me to his chest. protectively and I laugh and make myself comfortable. This could be my last chance of peace. I start to drift off and he does too. He grabs the blanket and pulls it over us again. I mumble an 'I love you' and he does the same. The movies been long since over and my fears of anything have dessipated because, as Brendon had said,

As long as he's here I don't have to be scared.


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