Welcome to chapter 18,

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I guess we are now nearing the end of this story, only a few more chapters to go. I would like to know if you would want a sequel. Please tell me in the comments. Anyway Vamos Amigos.

Back to the past then it will go back to the future. Also Mo is joining the story in this chapter.

I guess after Mark got sent to prison I didn't know what to do with my life. At school I had a reputation as a slag. On the streets I had a reputation as an easy target. At parties I had no reputation. I guess my life would have been very different if Shay hadn't introduced me to the discos.

Pink

Blaring disco lights, rose tinted goggles that hid the truth, fake love

Disco lights, loud music, lots of people. All the reasons I hated discos, I didn't like the drinks that made people act differently. I didn't like the boys who would come and talk to me. At a disco there is no where you can chat properly to people, no where to play cards, I guess those discos changed my life.

"Hey," the girl at the bar said,

"hi," I replied, not looking at her, still staring down into my glass, which Shay had bought me, that I hadn't touched. I looked round the girl was looking at me.

"Would you like to step outside?" she asked, I nodded. She led me out the back door,

"hi my name is Arianna," she said,

"Immy," I said,

"I was wondering Immy, are you with any agency?" she asked kindly,

"I don't do prostitution," I said, adding any more in my head.

"No, no, not prostitution," she said stunned,

"I'm from an agency of kissograms and they are always looking for new talent," she told me.

"What is involved?" I asked, curious.

"You dress up, they provide the costumes and you get hired out to parties and then you kiss the person, you get paid and you leave. Nothing more, just one kiss," she told me.

"I'm not sure," I said,

"ok that's fine, her is a business card. Call it if you are interested," Arianna said, then she walked off.

The next day I was at the park again with Shay, "Shay I was asked to become a kissogram, should I become a kissogram?" I asked my best friend.

"Kid you have already messed up your life completely, go for it. You haven't got anything to lose," Shay told me.

Great advice Shay, so I became a kissogram and I was for years until I loved to Elmtree house, but after a few months of being in care they got in contact with me again saying that my contract still hadn't run out and I would have to pay them a hell of a lot to get out of it. So I decided to continue being a kissogram, anyway what Rick doesn't know can't hurt him. So I started sneaking out, they would give me a time, a place, a date and I would be there and the money would go into my bank account after they had taken 20% interest.

Tonight I had been at a party at the Hotel Cicero, it was alright. I had been requested to come in my police outfit, it was a pretty awesome outfit. It was almost identical to the one Amy Pond wore in the eleventh hour. As I walked back from the party, I started thinking. Today was our 4 month anniversary, Rick and I. His present was hidden at the back of my wardrobe and I was going to give it to him during breakfast. I walked up the drive and went into the wooded area, I changed out of my outfit into my pyjamas. As I was walking back up the drive, Rick's window flew open and something flew out of his window and it hit me. The glass of the photo frame smashed upon impact with my body. The glass cut my hands which I had thrown up to protect my face. I didn't even realise that I had screamed, Rick peered out of his window, he looked at me, a weird expression on his face and he closed his windows and his curtains. I bent down and picked up the picture, I looked at it. It was us... together. We were smiling. Why did Rick hate me all of a sudden?

I climbed up into my bedroom, my hands bleeding really badly. I went straight to the bathroom, when I turned on the light I only realised the extent of the damage. Glass had been pushed into my hands from the climbing, they were cut, they were bleeding, they hurt. I starting crying as I washed my hands, "Immy are you ok?" a familiar voice asked, I turned round Verus was standing in the doorway. She caught sight of my hands, she gasped.

"How did you do that?" Verus asked, she sounded like how she used to sound.

"Rick threw a picture at me," I told her,

"when?" she asked,

"a few minutes ago when I was outside from..." I said trailing off awkwardly.

"You still a kissogram then?" she asked, I nodded.

"Strange career choice, but then again you were never exactly normal," she said.

"Yeah," I said smiling sadly. Verus grinned and she found some tweezers and started picking the glass out of my hand. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. After about an hour she had got all the glass out. Then she washed my hands under the tap and went downstairs and returned with the antiseptic, she applied it to my hands, grinning slightly as my hands twitched from the stinging, then we sat and waited for my hands to scab over. I know it would take a while but Verus refused to put bandages on straight away.

"Why did you start hating me so much when you found out about... what... I am?" I asked my older sister,

"I couldn't cope, I felt sort of cheated, I didn't think of you as a real person, I didn't believe you were my sister," Verus explained,

"well I'm not your sister exactly," I replied,

"we are so similar and so different at the same time," Verus said,

"without the physical changes like the haircuts and clothes we are identical," I said,

"but we are so different personality wise," Verus said,

"you are clever, meanwhile I'm just a slut," I told her,

"you're not a slut, you are clever. You are musical, you artistic, you are good with words. I'm good with numbers and science and languages," Verus replied.

"I am good at the arty subjects and you are good at the academic ones," I told her.

"I know over the last few years I've been a bad sister, if we hadn't pushed you out none of the shit would have happened to you," Verus said, "and I think it is time I apologise. I'm sorry Immy for pushing you away, I am sorry for hating you, I'm sorry for abandoning you psychologically and physically. I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me," Verus said.

"I'm sorry for leaving you for a supposedly better life, I'm sorry for leaving you in Burnywood while I ran away. I'm sorry for messing up big time. I'm sorry about the flash backs," I said remembering the time I had punched her when I was 13.

"Immy there is something wrong with you, I think you have some problem, the flash backs aren't natural," Verus said,

"I know, but if I say something I will get moved away and I like it here," I told her.

"I know Immy, but I'm worried about you," Verus told me,

"I know, I am worried about myself too."

"Immy you know it's a miracle that we didn't work out the truth earlier in our lives," Verus said,

"yeah, your name meant real, mine name means imitation," I said, as I spoke Verus bandaged my hands. After she had bandaged them I stood up and hugged her,

"love you Vee," I said, referring to her old nickname,

"love you Tari," she said, referring to mine.

We then went to bed, I was at peace.

When I woke up the sun was streaming through the curtains, Elektra wasn't in the room, "wake up sleepy head," Verus said coming into my room, holding a pair of rubber gloves.

"Why do you have rubber gloves?" I asked suspiciously,

"because you can't get your bandages wet," she told me.

One hour later I had finally managed to have a shower, you won't believe how hard it is to have a shower wearing rubber gloves. Verus helped dress me, because I was pretty useless with my hands. After that Verus brought me up some toast which she had to feed me, so I didn't get crumbs on my bandages. I then walked downstairs with Verus, Beta saw us and turned and walked away rapidly.

"We had a fight," Verus explained,

"Immy, you have missed the arrival of the new boy," Mike said,

"ok," I said,

"he is sharing with Tyler," Verus whispered in my ear, then suddenly she moved away, "right Mike can I go out with Immy today, please, please, please," Verus begged.

"Ok, be back by 7," Mike said, so we grabbed our jackets and headed out into town and all because I wasn't quite ready to face Rick.