So this is chapter two!

Ah, it feels so good doing this all over again , don't you remember ?

Lol, it's summer, nothing to whine about, except I sprained my foot! How ? WELL.

I chose to climb a tree, because I'm stupid, yea, we've been through this.

So, I went about to the middle, and sat there, and that was the time my friend sent me that Dylan pic in the purple jacket who always makes me fangirl, which I saw it, and started going berserk, and fell backwards.

And if hitting every branch on the way down wasn't bad and hurtful enough, I landed on the grass.

On my face.

And now my foot huuuuuuuuuuuuuurts! And I'm in going to Hawaii next week, and I can't even enjoy it because of this stupid foot pain!

I hope you like it!

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Cole." He told me. ~A/N- you thought it was Dylan, huh ? HA! Got you! Lmfao~

"Cole? Does that mean you know where Dylan is?"

" . . . No. But the people who have him told me to call you."

"He got kidnapped?" I remember the agony I went through when I got kidnapped.

"No, more like in trouble, not with the cops. Well, he got kidnapped because he got in trouble."

"So what are you saying exactly?"

"Just take this number and call, that's what they said. Later." Cole told me the number, I wrote it in my hand, and he hung up.

I hung up. "It was Cole?" Taylor asked me. I nodded.

"He gave me a number to call, I think it's where Dylan is." I told her.

I was sitting in my room, I had my own spacious apartment, who had two floors. Cloe and Zoey were at pre-school; so I was alone.

I looked down at my hand, and looked at my phone. I took it up and called the number.

"Stacy, we were waiting for you to call." A raspy voice said.

"Who is this? You have Dylan?" I asked them.

"Yes."

Whoever it was hung up.

I closed my eyes, and I jumped when I heard a door open. A few steps and cheeky voices later, Candice, Cloe, and Zoey were standing at my door, grinning.

I came off my bed and walked over to them. "Hi, Mommy!" Cloe grinned, waving madly at me.

I returned the smile, and bent down to their size. "Hey, girls! How was school today?" I asked them.

They looked at each other. "Um, I got lost on the way to the bathwoom . . . ?" Zoey asked/said. I turned my head to the right. "You did? You've been there for months, why would you get lost?" I questioned her.

She shrugged. I patted her on the shoulder. "It's okay," I reassured her. "What else happened?" I turned to Cloe. "We're learning to weed!" She exclaimed with a smile. I laughed.

"Read," I corrected, "But your getting there." I smiled at her, standing up.

"Hey, Candice." I nodded at her. "Any luck?" She asked when the girls left.

"I called them, but when they said they had Dylan, they hung up." I informed. She curled her lip. "That's weird. Shouldn't they be glad to tell you what's happening, I mean, they did give you the number," She told me. I sighed and shrugged.

"Wait. Spencer's a computer genius. If you give him the number, maybe he can find out what's going on!" She exclaimed. I looked up at her with a grin. "That could work! Yes! Okay, call Tammy to babysit the girls, and we can get there." I said.

I took my phone, and dialed up Tammy. "Greetings, Earthling." She answered.

"Hey. Can you come babysit the girls for a few hours? Me and Candice are going over to Spencer to find information about where Dylan is with that creepy number." I explained.

"That's smart! Okay, I'll be there in a. . . couple seconds? I'm on your street." She asked, when I heard the knock.

"Okay." I hung up. I ran over to the door, and opened it, ushering her in. "Okay, here the stitch. Just stay with them for a couple hours, and I'll be back in a couple hours." I told her. She nodded. I turned towards the door, but stopped and looked back at her.

"Oh, and Tammy?"

She looked at me.

"Don't use my pickup line again."

She laughed, "I just wanted to try it out."

I grinned at her, and left with Candice.

"Okay, so what do you want from me?" Spencer asked us. "We need you to find out information about this number," I gave him the number. "It's the number where Dylan is."

He took it, and started typing weird stuff on his computer, and about 5 more minutes of clicking and typing, and windows popping up, he clicked something where a black window came up.

"Okay, so apparently he's in this place where they take people to be like them. But theres a catch. There under a rehab place called New Hope where they take people who were on drugs. So Easter is an important day for them. But they put the people through a test. If they fail, they kill them," Spencer informed, looking at his computer. "The facility is in Italy." He finished.

"So, maybe he really did go to Italy, but they took him." Candice thought out loud. I shook my head. "That doesn't make sense. It's been 7 months since he left, there's no way that's possible. A test can't take that long. He's not dead, either, the people over the phone said they have him." I told them.

"Can you see the person they killed on there, too?" Candice asked. Spencer shrugged. "Let's see." He turned back to the computer. He nodded. "I don't see his name anywhere." Candice looked at the screen.

"So he's not dead. But why would they keep him longer then they said he was supposed to? I mean, a test can't take 7 months," I said. "It says right here that if the person has something they benefit from, they keep them longer. But they still kill them." Spencer informed.

"This is so confusing! What can they benefit from him?!" Candice exclaimed. "There's only one way to find out," I told them, "I'll have to find him myself."

*.*.*.*.*.*

I was sitting on my bed, thinking over what I said before. And I was right. If I wanted any chance of finding out the real shit, I'll have to find him myself. I sprung up, and took my phone. "Hello, Los Angeles International Airport, how may I help you?"

"Yea, I'll like a ticket to the next available flight to Italy."

After that was done, I called everyone else to tell them I was going to see if I could find him, and all the information.

Then, I called my mom.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, Stacy! Candice told me your going to find Dylan, am I right?" Mom asked.

"Yea, but it's really hard. I have absolutely no idea where he is in Italy, and what I do, I don't know how." I sighed.

"Stacy, don't say that. Remember what I always told you? You can do anything you want, if you try and don't give up. If you try to find him and don't give up, you will find him. Your 18, your practically an adult, so that's why I'm not going to say anything much. Now, jump on that plane, and bring the girls their father back." My mom told me.

"Okay, I'll try. Thanks Mom." I smiled.

"Good luck."

I hung up. I got off of my bed and grabbed two big suitcases. I immediately started throwing random clothes in there, running around my room, and anything useful I saw, I would throw it in.

"What are you doing?"

I turned to face Cloe, in her Dora feeties. What was I supposed to tell her? That I had to find their father before some creepy people killed him?

"I'm going on a trip." I told her.

"On your favorite rocket ship drifting through the sky?" She chuckled.

"Somebody watches too much Little Einsteins. No, I don't have a rocket ship, sorry. I'm going on a plane." I laughed.

"Where are you going?" She asked curiously.

"Italy."

"Are you staying there?"

"No."

"When will you be bwack?" She asked. "I don't really know. But it won't be long. You and Zoe are going to stay with Aunt Taylor until I come back." I told her. "Will she let us have ice cweam before dinner?" She had an exited look in her eyes.

"No one will, sorry." I kind of chuckled at the look on her face. I zipped up the last suitcase, and put them next to my bed. Since the flight I was taking was in the morning, I had to go to bed soon. And so did Cloe. But at least I would be able to drop them off at their school, and I wouldn't miss the flight.

"Okay, it's time for bed, I'll see you in the morning," I walked her to bed. When she was in bed, she asked me the same question again.

"Where are you going?" She asked again.

"On an adventure. I'll be back soon." I kissed her forehead, and left, closing the door. Zoey was already asleep.

I parked my car, and walked to the airport, struggling with my two suitcases. After I asked the lady for my ticket, and I sat down in the chair, taking a deep breath.

Going over to Italy and going against people who kill people like its nothing was seriously dangerous. But I wasn't going to let another month go by being confused because I had no idea where my boyfriend was. He was also missing his children grow up. Missing their first day of pre-school was enough.

As my flight got called, I once again struggled to the plane with the two heavy suitcases. I gave the man my ticket, got on the plane, went to my seat, and after fighting to put the suitcases on the spaces on top, I sat down in relief. Then I took my phone out, and texted Taylor back.

Taylor- Did you get on the plane yet ?

Me- Yea, I just got on

Taylor- Well, I can't talk much now, I'm with Angelica

Angelica is the name of Candice's daughter. She was about 8 months old, and she's fussy when she doesn't get her way.

Who's the baby daddy? Cole. Yea, even I was surprised.

Me- Ok, I'll text you when I get there

Thank goodness that my phone plan can go international.

As the plane flew off, I put my earbuds on and fell asleep.

I woke up, and I felt something on my lap. I looked down to see this creepy person I didn't know sleeping on me. I lifted him up, throwing him towards his seat and he woke up.

"Hey!" He whined. I sneered at him.

"I'm not a pillow."

"But your so h-" He started before I smacked him upside the head. "Ow!" He whined. "I'm taken, and don't you dare treat me like a pillow again," I snapped, before turning my head away and going back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, it was when we landed. I stood up, shuffling past that bitch who fell asleep on me, and reached up to get my stuff. After I did that, I got in the line of people walking out of the plane.

When I got into the airport, not only was it loud, but there were people everywhere who were obviously speaking Italian if it wasn't English. I walked outside, and took a bus to the rental car place.

After I did that, Candice called.

"Hey, did you land yet?" She asked when I answered.

"Yea, I just got the car."

"Well, Spencer didn't see anything new, but he said to tell you that we'll call when we find something new. We don't even know where it is excactly where it is."

"I'll find out, just wait and give me time." I sighed.

"Italy is huge, it'll take you a long time to find out, and you have to go to college. Stacy, your time is really limited."

"Candice, I'll find him!"

"Okay. But don't ask anyone about anything. You nevr know how they'll react."

"Okay, later."

"Bye." She hung up.

As I drove to the hotel room, I thought over what Candice said. I had no idea where to start, where to look, where to go, and I didn't have much time. It was June, and school started in September. That gave me about 3 months to find him and get back.

When I got to my room in the hotel, i put my stuff down and dropped on the bed, taking a deep breath.

Yasssss, I'm loving every second, minute, hour, bigger, better, stronger, POWER!

Lmfao?

Lol, 8th grade memories on point! Like at the 8th grade formal, how I ate all the french fries and chips and used all the salsa, and the soccer team was mad at me for a whole week. Like, you shoulda been on the dance floor twerking and belly dancing with all the other 8th grade thots then worrying what The Breezy was up to.

Like, DEEZ SOCCAR TEAMS AINT LOYAL✊

I'm SOOO sorry, this would have definitely been up yesterday, but this Wattpad argument is really taking up my time. It's 5 people including me, all going against one person, and I ain't letting anyone get the last word. I think the other 4 are thinking the same thing, cuz this been going on for more then a week.

Anyhew . . .

Today's my birthday! I'm 14 now.

I hope you liked it?