I'm back with a new chapter of this fabulous co-planned story. And to this one reviewer: Spike will be in the story, but in later chapters. He will actually start some stuff that I won't give away. And Chase isn't that smart because I don't know how to write him when he's all professor Egg-head. But there will be moments where he'll seem like a super genius.

Enjoy.

It's been four days since I met Christine. We were now sitting in the courtyard at the mall on a cloudy Saturday. It wasn't date; Leo dragged us here to see the new comic book store, Comic U.S.A, which had its grand opening that day. Christine had gone in there with him briefly, coming out five minutes later with a small bag in her hand.

"What?" she asked when she saw the look I shot her. "I'm a sucker for a good Nancy Drew comic." Christine pulled the book out of the bag and pulled a leather case. "What's that?" I asked curiously. She pried it open and picked up a dark purple pair of glasses. "My glasses," she stated as she put them on. "Lame, right?"

I thought she looked just the opposite. The lens made her eyes look incredibly big and even more gorgeous then when she wasn't wearing them. "You look great," I said honestly, watching as she gaped at me in surprise before pulling out the comics of the bag. I couldn't believe I said that either. But, then again, she didn't seem to mind.

"So what comics did you get?" Christine pulled out a miniature stack of thin comics with colorful covers with bold titles. "Issues four, five, and seven," She responded as she picked one from the top. I grabbed one and skimmed the pages briefly. They were thin-a hundred pages each, give or take a few. Some pictures could too detailed and others not as much. I've never been one of the comic geeks though, anyway.

How long could it possibly take to look at a comic store? Leo had been in there for almost half an hour already; the place didn't even look that large. About as big as the school cafeteria. So unless, the builders were fantastic at maximizing space, he was just looking at the same things over and over. "I'm bored," I complained to Christine as she put down her comic.

She wrinkled her nose in curiosity. "So what do we do?" she asked while taking off her glasses. There wasn't much to do, considering how it was only 10:13 in the morning, most of the restaurants weren't opened yet, and a few scattered people sat at the tables surrounding ours.

The shops weren't very many interesting shops: an Old Navy, a cosmetic shop, and a Build-A-Bear workshop. Plus a few other clothing stores with barely any open. "Are you going to drag me into a cosmetic shop and shower me in perfume until I gag like Bree?" I asked sarcastically; I really didn't want to go into any of the shops whatsoever. Christine grimaced. "God, no," She said in disgust. "I hate those kinds of stores. Posters with fake model caked in make-up, and annoying smell of blush and crap. Perfume is the worst- they may smell go individually but together, it'd be enough to make you vomit.

I stared at her in surprise. The girls I knew- and that number was depressingly low- always talked about make-up and gossip. One of the reasons they irritated me to no end.

"I've never met a girl that didn't like all that make-up stuff before," I said stupidly, watching as Christine tipped her back and laughed. It sound soft and light. "I get that a lot," she answered, tucking her hair behind her ear, showing off her face.

"Let's play 20 questions," Christine said suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to friends with a stranger. The more we know about each other, the more we might find an interest in each other," she added at my quizzical expression. I just nodded and nodded to her. "You go first." Her lips pursed in, a sign that meant she was in deep thought. "What's your favorite book series?" Christine asked finally.

I didn't read much. I was programmed to know everything already. "The Hunger Games," I answered finally. She gasped.

"No way- I'm almost done with the second one."

"I'm half-way through with the third one."

Christine's eye lit up, shining even more so with the light from the courtyard reflecting in them. I swear I could make out a hint of golden flicks in them. "Who's your favorite character?" She leaned forward in her seat slightly. "Rue. Defiantly Rue." Her answer came without any hesitation.

Her excitement was intoxicating. "You know," I said slowly keeping my sight on her beautiful eyes and they started to shine in curiosity. "There's a movie out about the first one, and since the both of us have already it, would you like to see it with me?"

Christine pulled back just slightly. Her face was unreadable. It made me nervous and my leg bounced with anxiousness. Her mouth opened, forming the words for her reply. But footfalls stopped her as they grew louder, closer to our table. I sighed and watched as Christine leaned back in her seat, an excited Leo hopping up and down in the seat next to her as he showed off the things he'd apparently found had a great value of importance.

The answer would have to wait until later.

So I know this is kind of short, but the next chapter will be longer with a lot of surprises. :D

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