Isabeau POV

"God . . . He's an idiot," I muttered to myself, as I draped a blanket over Lucy.

"Why's God an idiot?" Logan said, walking out from one of the rooms. I smiled lightly.

"Unless Nicholas is God . . . Which I think he isn't, then God isn't an idiot."

"Alright, then," he laughed. He sat down next to me on the sofa. "It's like history repeating itself, isn't it? He should know by now that's she's happy with that dude."

"He's still in love with her, Logan. You can't blame him for trying."

"Still, I don't want to see him get hurt, but he's swimming with the sharks, so I can't really help."

"None of us can."

He sighed and lightly pressed his lips to my head, then left to go see his family. They had arrived earlier, along with Hunter, Chloe and Kieran, all in their own group.

Quinn POV

Okay, I've honestly never been more bored in my life . . . and death, I guess you could say.

I was sitting in one of the rooms with Kieran, Connor, an unconscious Nicholas and, by the sound, Logan was about to join us.

"Stay away from Hunter, Quinn. I mean it," Kieran warned me, for the eighth time in two minutes.

"Kieran, shut. Up. I get it."

"Don't even think about it. If you-"

Eventually, I just drowned him out. It really wasn't that hard.

I stared into space for a while, while an awkward silence fell over the room after Kieran had finished his rant. The silence was interrupted by the door opening and a blonde head popped around the door. I immediately smiled, not even realising.

"Hey, Kieran, can I speak to you for a sec?"

It was like a blow to the head when she acknowledged everyone but me.

"Hey, Buffy."

She raised an eyebrow. "Buffy?"

"Yeah."

Kieran gratefully got up and left with Hunter, but I kind of wished that he's left Hunter here and just vanished himself. An exchange, if you will . . .

Eventually, we turned the TV on, which we hadn't realised was there, thanks to it being hidden away by two chestnut doors.

"So, Kieran was sitting here for thirty minutes and didn't tell us there was a TV? Really?" Logan scowled.

"Well, if you didn't notice, he was bitching at Quinn for a while," Nicholas said from the floor.
"Shit, when did you wake up?" I said, staring at him. I looked at Connor and he shrugged. "Helpful."

"About the same time that you were gawking at Hunter."

I laughed. "I so wasn't."

"Alright, whatever you say, girlfriend," Logan said, his words dripping nail polish and lip gloss. I rolled my eyes as my idiot brothers laughed.

Nicholas POV

I chucked lightly, then lay my head back on the carpeted floor, sighing, recalling the events of the past few days. I didn't know why I kept doing it. My body was on some kind of autopilot. All that my brain really knew was that I still loved Lucy. And I knew that she had a boyfriend, that Aaron guy, but my idiot brain wouldn't comprehend that fact. I knew what I was going in for each time I went for the kill; I'd only come back injured in one way of another, and the prey escaped. Nowadays, it more often than not seemed like I was the prey, and Lucy was the predator. But the fact that she didn't try catch me hurt in a way.

I blanked the sounds of the TV, and just closed my eyes, starting to think things through.

I needed to get a grip, stop chasing after something I could never catch. It was only breaking me down into something I didn't want to be: weak.

That night, I made the promise to myself that I would stop it all and begin to move on finally after Lucy's birthday. That gave me almost 1 and a half days to get the best present I could find and win Lucy over. I vowed to myself that she would once again be My Lucky. No matter what it took.

She'd be mine.

Lucy POV

I laughed.

I was with all of my friends in a fairly large room, with banners and balloons taking over walls and tables evading floor space. I grinned and reached my hand out to pick up the bottle of WKD I had set in front of me, on the circular table when I saw a satin glove that I swear I wasn't wearing before.

I shook my head and laughed, shaking it off. It was my birthday and I was going to enjoy it.

Feeling someone tap my shoulder, I turned around in my chair, smiling until I saw the seriousness of my boyfriend's face.

"What's going on, Alex?" I asked, lightly.

"I'll be needing to talk to you later," he said, sporting a British accent.

"When did you turn British?" I laughed. He turned his back and walked away without saying another word. "Well, that was weird . . ."

I turned around to ask the Drakes and my Helios friends if they knew if anything was going on, but, instead of the people I had grown with my entire life and those who I knew would never leave me again, a group of strangers in incredibly formal dresses and black tie.

"Uh'm . . . Hi. Yeah, who are you?"

"Why, we're your closest friend, Lucky," a woman who looked around the age of thirty laughed. She had chestnut brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, which matched closely to her slim dress. The whole table laughed, and I looked around at them all. They all looked at me expectantly; hopefully, as if I were their leader and I was their only hope of surviving.

"I- I, uh'm, have to go," I stuttered, getting out of my chair and rushing out of the room. I closed the door behind me, gratefully, and broke into a run. I ran and ran for what seemed like hours, but I never got anywhere. I just stayed on the grass fields, surrounded by . . . grass.

And more grass.

And more grass.

And- Well, you get the idea.

I eventually stopped, panting and collapsing onto the- Guess what?

Grass.

I closed my eyes for a minute, then opened them, sitting up slowly. Numerous dark figures stood around me in a taunting circle, eyes shut but still seemingly staring.

Suddenly, their eyes snapped open, and a woman with brown hair emerged from the outside of my surrounding circle. I realised that it was the woman from the room.

I gaped at her as she edged nearer and nearer. Slowly, she-

I sat up quickly, gulping and taking in my surroundings.

My eyes were wide, and my throat felt majorly dry.

"Oh, my god."

"What?" Someone said from the doorway.

My head snapped to the side, and I sighed in relief to see that it was Isabeau.

"Oh, nothing," I said, attempting to be casual. Apparently failing, too, since she stared at me with increasingly worried eyes.

"Are you okay?"

I was silent for a couple of minutes before bursting into tears, whispering incoherent things to myself and her.

Even I couldn't make out what I was saying.

I felt the sofa move as ISabeau sat down next to me, wrapping a soothing arm around me.

"Lucy! Lucy!" Hunter yelled throughout the house.

"In here!" Isabeau responded for me. I looked up to Hunter and Kieran staring at me. "I wouldn't do that," Isabeau warned. As if on cue, my tears increased drastically, and I couldn't even talk my Gibberish to explain.

My throat felt like it was closed up.

I didn't actually know why I was crying . . .

"Told you."

Hunter came over and sat in front of me, Kieran next to her.

"Lucy, are you okay?" Hunter asked.

"Does she look okay?" Kieran basically shrieked.

"Shut up, Kieran. Lucy, what's wrong?"

I shook my head, still unable to talk.

They glanced at Isabeau for an answer, but she shrugged.

I don't really know what happened after that, but I do remember being hugged a lot and then passing out . . .

Hunter POV

"God," I heard Quinn say.

"Okay, shut up. That does not help us in any way."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, both of you shut up! Jeez, you're worse than Lucy and Nick!" Solange exclaimed. The Drakes had joined us in the Lounge, and we were all spaced out, somehow using Lucy as the centre of us all.

"No way," Connor fought. "Their fights were so more epic."

"And legendary," Marcus agreed.

I smiled.

"I wish they'd both get together again," Connor admitted, kind of sheepishly. "I miss them being together."

"Same," most of the room murmured in agreement.

"They went together so well, even if he is my brother. But it's all the more reason, really," Solange said, leaning her back on one of the sofas.

"Well, as much as we want it, we can't make it happen," Connor sighed.

"But," Quinn added.

"But what?" Logan asked.

"We can help."

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