Rebecca's POV

I sat in the passengers seat, leaning against the open window, feeling my face tingle from the wind hitting it, and my hair beginning to feel waxy from the constant force of moisture. I ran a hand over it in irritation, for I had hoped that by putting it into a bun it would have saved it from wind death. I was wrong.

I glanced over at Kalin, who seemed to be in good spirits, humming along to the radio while he was driving, a slight smile on his face. I wish I could have been in such high spirits, but my mood was ruined by my constant thoughts and by the fact that the obsession of my thoughts had come to my house an hour ago and kidnapped me.

Yes, kidnapped.

I had awoken to Kalin in my bed once again, which was not something I wanted since he had tormented my dreams all night and I had tossed and turned for most of it. I had a headache, I was irritable, and all I wanted to do was take a long hot bath and sleep the rest of the day away. No. instead I am greeted by Kalin, who had packed a bag for me while I slept, handed me a cup of tea, and told me to hurry up and shower.

I was ready to rip his face off at this point, so I stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door and causing questioning shouts to arise from Beth. I did not answer her, but I heard Kalin answer her in a low muttering voice. I did not even try to listen to what they were saying, I turned the water on to the hottest, grabbed three pain killers from the cabinet, and threw myself in. The water scolded my skin, and made me wince, but after a few seconds I relaxed. The heat seeped into my skull, easing away the headache, and messaged my body to take away the aches and pains of a bad nights sleep. I sagged under the water, my anger deflating and my tiredness becoming more prominent. At that point I didn't care that Kalin was waiting for me outside the door at that at max I had only gotten two hours of sleep. I didn't care that he was whisking me away somewhere and trying to be romantic.

What Beth was saying just kept running through me head.

Could I really love Kalin? The thought made my heart pound in my chest and my hands tingle, like they did when I was on a verge of a panic attack. I took a deep breath to calm myself when I felt my palms begin to burn, and laid them on the wall, allowing the tile to cool them while I gathered my thoughts.

Kalin was everything I girl could ever want in a man. He was strong and kind, handsome, and he had a wicked sense of humor. He was protective and understanding, great with kids, and he was so open with his feelings it put me to shame. I wish I could be so open about how I felt, but my parents had shunned that, so I had learned not to. Not to mention I had never seen love like the love Kalin was trying to show me, I didn't know how it felt, what would it make me do.

What if I already loved him and I just couldn't tell? How did one tell with these sort of things? Was it just a switch in the brain of oh, now I know I love him? Or was it gradual?

Okay, another verge panic attack, time to haul ass out of the shower.

And yet, by the time I had finally gotten dried and dressed, Kalin was still patiently waiting for me. His slow smile made my heart pound hard and fast in the my chest, as if I had just been jolted with electricity.

And without further ado, he had piled me into his car (no idea what happened to the bike) handed me a bag of McDonald's breakfast items, a cup of tea, and we were on our way. I had been silent while I ate, but I could only make my way through half of the bag since he had ordered two of everything, and then the questions started. Me asking the questions, and him ignoring me. Every time I would get just a little more frustrated, and his smile would grow just a little bit more and a little bit more.

Men. I could kill them all, honestly.

Which brought me to where I was now, leaning against the open window, trying to ignore him, and my thoughts, and the fact that my feet wanted me to flee him at the very thought of loving him. But I was trapped in a car, no escape there, and I was curious as to what Kalin had gone through all of the trouble in doing. It was a quick planning, since I had seen him only yesterday, and I wondering just how skilled he really was.

Then we hit the woods.

"You know, if you had wanted to take me camping, you could have just dragged me into my backyard." I muttered, hoping to poke some answers out of him, but instead his smile just grew bigger and he chuckled softly under his breath.

"All in good time, my little Bride, all in good time."

I hated that answer.

In retaliation I slammed the little tape player iPod thing into the tape player, and plugged in my iPod. Of course, the first song I played was one from Owl City. Owl City = Man Annoyance. I had found that out with all of my previous boyfriends. Something about them being too bubbly or his voice just grated on them like nails along their skin, or something along those lines. They always threw hostile glares at me as well as threats if I dared play it. I wanted to irk Kalin at this point like he had irked me, but all he did was raise an eye brow.

"This sounds a little bubbly for your taste. What is the band?"

"Owl city," I snapped, even more irked by his comment. "And for your informational, nothing is too bubbly for me." lie, lie, lie. I wanted to shove my fist in my mouth for that one because a large smile broke out onto Kalin's face.

"Lucky for you, I know you are lying, so I wont put you to the test."

Damn him! While I was going on with so many internal struggles he was in a good jolly mood. So I opted to ignore him, biting the inside of my mouth and slouching low in my seat, trying not to think about him, about us, or about where we were going. He wasn't giving me any clues, and he didn't seem inclined to do so any time soon. He was enjoying himself, so why couldn't I?

I almost made myself take that advice, until he started humming along with Owl City. HUMMING ALONG!

"Are you out of your mind?" I gaped at him, wondering if I had caused a screw to come lose in his head.

"Why do you ask that? And why in the world are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I know you own a pair of balls, I know you do from personal experience," ignore the blush, ignore the blush!. "So the only other option I have is that you are either really trying to get on my good side, or you really do have something wrong with you."

"I still do not see what has made you even come to these conclusions." he said in a gruff, puzzled tone.

"You are humming along to the band that most guys call Man Annoyance."

"I can see why at some times." he admitted with a serious face. "Some of their songs make no sense at all, but I find that some of them are well played to people who need a spark to their imagination, or perhaps even a pick me up for their emotions."

Now I was gaping at him for an entirely different reason. First, he was right on both accounts, I used it for a mental pick me up and for when I needed inspiration for something I was working on. Most times when I didn't want to delve into my own emotion vault to pull something out.

"I am right, aren't I?" he sounded so smug, I wanted to smack that smile right off his face.

I didn't get the chance though, for the car hit some gravel, a sign that we had left the paved road and entered a . . . drive way? Yes, that is what it seemed to be. A drive way hidden in the trees on the side of the road, covered in expensive looking white gravel. Where was he taking me? The same question for the hundredth time, but this time I was a little surprised. When I had said camping, the only thing I could think of, I had thought of tents and baths in the lake, not the best thing to do to get on a girls good side.

I spun to face Kalin, who was lit up with excitement and anticipation. He wanted me to like what I saw, and another little piece of my heart melted for him.

"Where are we, Kalin?" I asked in a soft whisper, the only volume I could seem to must when I was looking at him like this. So vulnerable, so mine.

"Welcome to our home."