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Can you please review and help me think of a new summary to get people to read because otherwise it will be very sad?

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And please tell me what you think of Rose's outfit... It may be mentioned by a certain fir-user in the next chapter...

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Disclaimer: Richelle Mead and Google (for the t-shirt).

Rose's POV

"Rose..." A sing-song voice chimed.

"ROSE!" The same voice screamed, somewhere near my ear.

I jumped out of the bed, whirling around frantically, "What? What's wrong?"

Lissa straightened up and nodded at Adrian, tilting her head towards me.

"Coffee." He said nodding to himself and walked to the machine.

"Don't mind Crazy-1 and Crazy-2," said Christian nodding towards Lissa and Adrian, "Lissa is on a mission to get everyone to school and she's making Adrian help her. I tried to stop her but she's Lissa. Adrian just woke up so that's why he's out-of-it. Don't bother begging or the 'free will' idea, I already tried, it doesn't work." He grinned.

"Oh, great..." I said sarcastically.

"Cheer up, old pal, think of all the geometry we'll be learning today!" He smiled wickedly.

"Don't call me old pal." I said half-heartedly while stretching.

"Want me to call you baby instead?" He asked sweetly.

"Watch it, Fire boy." I teased.

"Lissa, Coffee!" Adrian yelled from the bench that was his 'kitchen'.

"Adrian, Shut up!" Christian yelled back, mimicking his tone.

"Someone's in a good mood today, too many hot chocolates?" I grinned at Christian.

"Your voice..." he said in an awestruck voice, "It sounds like... razors against a black board."

I laughed and walked over to Adrian, covering his eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" I whispered in his ear.

"Hey old pal or should I say baby?" he teased.

"Have you been having hot chocolates for breakfast again?" I asked him seriously.

He looked baffled, "No, why?"

In a flat voice I said, "Because you must be drunk to aggravate me..."

"Ha-ha. You are so funny, Rose." He said dead-pan.

"You know it!" I said cheerfully.

He shook his head, "Coffee?"

"I thought Lissa was coffee?" I laughed.

"What? Are you okay? That didn't make sense." He said raising an eyebrow with a half smile.

I shook my head at him, "I would love some coffee."

He smiled, pouring the steaming hot substance into a mug. I took it and sat on the couch, blowing on the top to cool it down. Adrian came and sat next to me, watching me carefully.

"Sooo..." I started awkwardly.

"Are you going to classes?" he asked.

"Christian said I didn't have much choice, apparently Lissa is making Christian and I go." I replied.

He nodded, "Yep. You should get ready, get dressed..." he said, his gaze sliding up and down over me.

I smiled at him, "You want me to get changed out here? Not surprising really..."

"No, that's not what I meant." He said tilting his head to the side grinning as if to say 'but that would be nice'.

"Lissa is in the bathroom, probably doing her hair or something. I guess I'll have to wait." I explained.

"Oh, but you two are best friends?" He smirked at me.

"Speaking of which, when we were talking about best friends it was implied that best friends got changed together. Christian said Lissa which is typical lover boy of him. You said me, are you hoping for best friend benefits?" I teased him.

"Oh, I think I could get the benefits other ways... I already have you in my clothes." He mused.

I rolled my eyes and noticed Christian standing up, "I'm going to make a break for it, I'll text her once I get to my room." He said.

"You can't leave me here. Come on, fire boy!" I pleaded with him sarcastically.

"See ya!" He said closing the door behind him.

"Save me?" I said hopefully to Adrian.

"Go get dressed." He said walking to his closet.

I sighed in frustration; at least the panadol hadn't worn off. I knocked on the bathroom door, walking in to find Lissa twisting her hair up. She smiled at me in greeting and looked back at the mirror, fixing her hair. I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on under Adrian's shirt. I picked up my t-shirt from yesterday to find it stained with dark patches. Tears from Lissa and I. What a great reminder.

"Oh no," Lissa sighed seeing the shirt, "Well... maybe if Adrian leant you something I could belt it and ... ADRIAN!" She called.

"Yeah?" He asked from the other side of the door.

"Fashion crisis," she explained, "I need a shirt that isn't that big and a belt. Please." She added the 'please'.

He chuckled, "Ah, Okay... I'll see what I can find."

I stared at her as she turned back to the mirror and pinned stray hairs back. A moment later Adrian knocked at the door,

"I have a t-shirt that says 'fresh to death' on it or a pinstripe shirt." He said in his best fashionista voice.

I laughed, "Why do you have a t-shirt that says 'fresh to death' on it?"

"I don't know, it's ironic? I don't really wear it, I got it with some friends..." I could almost hear him shrugging.

"T-shirt please." Lissa said walking over to open the door.

"Adrian handed it to her with a thin black belt. Lissa mumbled something like 'this will have to do' and walked back towards me.

"Put this on." She ordered handing me a black shirt with fluoro green writing, it was too big but it wasn't comically huge on me.

"Okay..." She moved quickly to my side, her hands flittering around me with the belt, adjusting the t-shirt until it looked almost stylish.

"Could be worse." She said standing back. I grumbled a reply as she walked out of the room. I stood there, remembering the night before. Mentally I sent a message to Dimitri:

So much has happened in such a short time, but I still love you. It has just made it that much harder to pretend to be okay, with people watching. But I feel better, if only by the smallest fraction, having people I love around again. Don't forget how much I love you.

I stood staring at the mirror, not convinced I was really here. The person staring back at me was older than I remembered and signs of the night before were all over her face – the puffy, bloodshot eyes, the dark circles. She looked like someone who was about to collapse from exhaustion at any moment, the dark circles and red eyes standing out against her pale skin. The Rose I knew didn't have pale skin.

Sighing I walked out to face the day ahead, only to be stopped by two grinning Moroi, one wielding coffee, the other my jacket. I took the coffee from Adrian as he appraised my outfit.

He leant into my ear and whispered, "I told you that I already had you in my clothes. I think I'm going to make a new rule – I can take my clothes off whoever they're on whenever."

"You could only try, Ivashkov." I said rolling my eyes at him.

Lissa handed me my coat and Adrian took the coffee mug back. Then Lissa and I stepped out the door and ran to classes, ran for the sake of running. It felt good to be moving around again, but it reminded me of the many times it had been someone else running beside me. Someone I loved.