A/N: Hi! Sorry it's been so long since I updated! What actually pushed me to update was seeing all your nice reviews! I actually have a reason it's been so long, I'm working on a book! That being said, updates will probably stay pretty spaced out for a while seeing as I have no pre-written chapters. Anyways, cross your fingers for me that I actually finish the book I'm working on! It's called 4th Cousins. Thanks for all your super awesome and nice reviews! Have a good day! Oh, and please excuse any mistakes when you come across them, I didn't look for them all that well. xxHeartBrokenxx

Cleo's POV

"Hey guys," Zane said shakily as he opened the door. "Let's um, let's plan the party."

"Are you okay, Zane?" Emma asked him.

He nodded as he got out the party plans. "So I'm think red and black streamers since those are her favorite colors."

I exchanged a glance with Emma and we set to interrogating him.

Rikki's POV

I walked into the bathroom and rinsed my tear stained face before going back down to the sub shop.

"You okay sweetie?" Aunt Margret asked.

I shook my head. "No."

As my eyes started tearing up again Dean walked in. I turned away from, trying to stop the smarting in my eyes.

"Chadwick?" he said hesitantly, walking up behind me. "Rikki?"

"Yeah?" I said, trying to control my voice, my back still turned.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked lightly.

I shook my head no. I took my arm and led me out the door, despite my protests.

"What's the matter?" he asked once we were outside.

"Nothing," I said, trying to put on my tough guy act.

"Rikki," he said gently. "I know something's wrong. What happened?"

"It's….Zane," I say, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Who's Zane?"

"My boyfriend."

Dean sighed. "What did he do?"

"Backstabbed me," I say, unable to keep anger out of my voice.

"I'm sorry. He doesn't deserve you."

I smiled half heartedly at Dean, and then my phone started ringing.

"I'll be right back," I said, walking a little distance away. If this was Zane I was going to destroy him. No mercy would be shown.

When I answered the phone I was surprised to find out that it was dad. And I was even more surprised to find out what he was telling me. I was coming home! In just 3 weeks!

After I hung up I ran back to Dean and hugged him.

"Well whoever that was, they must have told you something good," he smiled, letting go of me.

"It was my dad," I said. "I get to go home!"

"Oh," he said, downcast. "When?"

"Three weeks."

"Let's make the most of these last few weeks then."