Disclaimer: Still don't own anything but the story.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Writer's block and school got in the way. Please read and review! This might turn into a Daisy/Mason or a George/Mason in later chapters. And as a note. We will pretend that George's car has a backseat(I forget if it does or not let's pretend it does).

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Daisy and George sat in the red car and waited for Mason to come out of the house so they could go to Der Waffle Haus. They were already running late. George spoke up impatiently.

"What the hell is taking him so goddamn long!"

"I don't know Georgia, he just takes his time." Answered Daisy as she touched up her make-up, using the rearview mirror to see.

Just then Mason ran out the front door. "I call shotgun!" he said as he climbed into the backseat of the car.

"Umm, Mason?"

"Yes, Georgie girl?" asked Mason as he pulled on his seatbelt.

"'Shotgun', usually means the front seat."

"Oh fuck off, since when?" asked Mason disbelievingly.

"Since forever. Now let's go. We're already late because of you!" Said George as she pulled out of the driveway.

Daisy, George, and Mason walked into Der Waffle Haus, they were greeted with the familiar sounds of the bell over the door, and the yodelling music that sounded throughout the little restaurant. The trio walked over and sat down in the booth where Roxy and Rube were sitting.

"Rube, When someone yells shotgun they mean the backseat, right?" Mason spoke up.

"Jesus, Mason will you just shut the fuck up?! You have been going on about that the whole fucking ride here!" exasperated George.

Rube looked at George and then back to Mason and said, "Mason the term 'shotgun' implies the front seat of a vehicle. Not the back seat." Said Rube.

"But why the fuck can't it be the back seat of a veeeehicle?" he whined, putting emphasis on the last word and making a face at Rube.

"Because it just is Now I have assignments for everyone." He took the elastic off his little brown leather book and pulled out four post-its. Kiffany came over to the booth.

"What can I do for you today?" she asked as she flipped over a new paper on her notepad.

"I'll have an oatmeal with raisins, and an orange juice" said George

"I'll have a green tea please Kiffany." Said Daisy

"Nothing to eat with that?" asked Kiffany

Daisy shook her head. "Not today, thanks."

"I'll have a Mexican waffle and a coffee." Said Roxy

Kiffany looked at Mason.

"Anything for you?" she asked

"No Kiffany I had a rather big breakfa-"

George interrupted him "Mason. You ate half of a chocolate chip cookie."

"Well I'm not particularly hungry this morning Georgie." He looked back up to Kiffany and said "Nothing for me thanks."

"I'll have a belgium waffle with a side order of hash browns, toast, and some extra, extra crispy bacon." Said Rube. Kiffany nodded and walked off. Daisy pulled out a mirror and lipstick out of her purse, and then started to redo her make-up.

"How many times are you going to do that?" asked George.

"Do what?"

"Your make-up. You already did it fifteen minutes ago in the car!"

"Well Georgia that is what you do with make-up, you keep fixing it so it stays perfect!"

"Whatever."

"I don't know about you guys but I have a long day ahead of me and I need some fucking coffee." Said Roxy impatiently as she looked at her post-it.

Minutes later, Kiffany came back with the orders for everyone. As they ate, Mason drummed his fingers on the table loudly, ignoring annoyed glances from everyone around him.

"Give it a break will you Mason?" Roxy said.

"Well what the fuck else can I do besides watching you all eat?? I'm fucking bored!"

"Then find something else to entertain yourself, you're not a toddler. You know, you don't even have to be here right now!" said Roxy as she poured syrup over her waffle.

Mason rolled his eyes. Then he took out a book of matches, he then lit a match and watched it burn to almost his finger tips before blowing it out. He pulled out a second one and did the same thing. Then he lit a third one.

"Mason do you have to do that at the table?!" Roxy exasperated.

"Jesus Roxy you don't have to be all . . . like that! It's not the end of the fucking world!" Mason said. And without looking, Mason carelessly tossed the lit match onto a pile of napkins by Daisys cup of tea. The napkins caught fire instantaneously. Daisy let out a startled yell and jumped back in her seat. Rube cursed under his breath and put out the flaming napkins by hitting it with a rolled up newspaper.

"What the fuck is your problem Mason?!" hissed Rube.

"I didn't mean to! I-I didn't remember it was still lit!"

"No, of course not." Sneered Rube. "Do me a favour Mason and try not to fuck-up everything you do today. Ok?"

Mason got up angrily and left. Daisy stared at the smoldering napkins, watching the wispy trails left behind by the smoke as it rose into the air. Daisy was suddenly reminded of the sher terror her nightmare had brought her. She could feel her heart beat faster and her breath quicken, images of a large black cloud of smoke surrounding her, the terror she felt when she couldn't escape the dreaded little costume room, the despair and frustration she felt when she realized that no one was coming to her rescue.

Rube noticed Daisy staring, transfixed by the burnt napkins and saw that she was griping the edge of her seat so hard that her knuckles were white.

"Daisy?" he asked. She didn't hear him. "Daisy!" Snapping out of her daze, she looked at him.

"Yes? Oh. I h-have to go. Have to do my reap now." With that, Daisy quickly got up and left. Leaving only Rube, Roxy and George in the booth. Roxy spoke up.

"What is up with her today? She hasn't said more than two words to anyone here, not to mention she didn't pay for her tea, and she didn-"

"Didn't take her post-it with her." Interrupted George as she picked up the forgotten post-it. "And her reap isn't even until this afternoon . . . "

Rube frowned."Well if she isn't going to her reap. Where is she going?"

"I'm not sure. I'll talk to her" said George

"Is there any reason why she is acting so weird today?" asked Roxy.

"Not that I can think of . . . well she had a nightmare last night. Like, it must have been a really bad one, she was shrieking and crying in her sleep. Woke me and Mason up. But she wouldn't tell me anything of it."

George threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table and said that it was to pay for her food and Daisy's tea. She put her jacket on, and then left the waffle house to go and find Daisy.

A/N: Next chapter will be soon. I hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review!!