As if I were on cue, I opened the door to go get the newspaper that was delivered earlier that day, just when Razor was about to knock. He was smiling, of course.

"Hey." I greeted as I walked past him to pick up the newspaper off the front porch; original task accomplished.

I then walked back into my house and held the door open for Razor. That was my way of inviting him in and I knew he understood that as he followed me into the small house.

I threw the newspaper onto the little kitchen table that was deprived of any food or drinks, but covered in bills and other sort of junk. I was going to ask Razor if he wanted anything to drink, until I looked at the clock and realized it was only 9:30 in the morning. I didn't recognize that he was here an hour and a half before schedule. This is because I am constantly waking up at 4:30 to go the rock and the hours are often lost there. I don't know what different hours feel like.

"You're early." It was a statement. No emotion, no question or protest, just an output statement.

"Yes." He pauses and looks at the old clock hanging on the wall. "I most certainly am."

I realize that I'm hungry so I walk over to the cabinets and search for something to eat. I settle on some toast. As I grab the white bread out of the cabinet and place one piece in the toaster I say, "I thought you'd still be asleep. Isn't that how bands work? Play all night, sleep all day?"

My bread pops out of the toaster and I put it on a plate, then turn around to face Razor. I eat my toast dry as I face Razor, awaiting his reply.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that that's how it usually goes. But these are special circumstances."

I take a sip of water and raise my eyebrows at him. "And what are these special circumstances?"

"You'll see."

I didn't think that I was supposed to respond to that comment, or at least if I were then I didn't know how to, so I just continued to eat.

I guess Razor didn't have a plan for another comment either, so we just stood in awkward silence for a few moments.

"Ugh, Emily, I really don't know how you can function at this hour." My mom complains as she drags herself to the coffee pot to brew some fresh coffee. Her hair's a mess and her cheetah print rob appears as it has been on her floor for days and that she literally just threw it on. She's also completely oblivious to Razor who's watching her frantic ways.

"Mom." I interrupt her process of pouring multiple sugar packets into her bowl of Special K cereal, "we have a guest."

She turns around to see Razor smiling, and he gives her a little wave. Mom smiles back as she pats down her hair, suddenly conscious of her appearance.

"Hi, Razor, how are you? Can I get you something to eat? Drink?" She spits out all these questions as fast as she's moving. She's trying to make room on the couch for him to sit. I don't understand how she can be embarrassed by the mess. She knows that people can drop by at any given time. If you don't want anyone to see the house as a wreck, don't let it become that way in the first place.

"Nah, I'm good, thanks. Actually, me and Emily were going to be leaving shortly." He looks at me the same time as Mom does, except her expression is questioning. So is mine.

"We were?"

"Well, if your mom will let you." He says, half statement, half questioning my mom for approval.

Obviously, she smiles and says "Of course, go have fun." She wants me out of the house. I know it.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I head to open the door. When I don't hear a reply I turn around to see what happened to Razor. He was opening my drawers and taking out clothes and stuffing them into one of the duffel bags I have sitting next to my bed for when I go away for gymnastics meets.

I start to run back toward him. "What the hell are you doing?" I'm mad. Who the hell is he to open up my drawers? I have personal things in there.

He knew my reaction was coming, so he was already prepared with a response. He handed me a sealed envelope which had nothing written on the cover or the seal. I looked up at Razor, questioningly, but he was only smirking, avoiding eye contact with me, while he continued to pack my things. I decided to stop wasting time and opened the envelope quickly. I revealed the contents of the envelope. Two plane tickets? By this time Razor was looking at me and smirking still. I must've looked as confused as ever because Razor pointed to a spot on the ticket. Destination: France. I froze. He was taking me to France. I looked at the date. That's today. I ran over to my calendar. Damon was in France. Playing today. I hugged Razor, jumping up and down. Obviously.

A/N: Hey! Sorry that it took so long to update and I realize that this chapter is short too, but it's up right? Also, IMPORTANT NOTE- this is all taking place like the second season isn't happening.

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