Hey. We might've already mentioned this, but there will be a sequel coming out by the end of July, maybe. If not, the end of July then around the middle of August.

Chase's Pov

The next hours had passed in a dull blur. I can't remember much, except for the obvious. The car ride had been deadly silent, even though as soon as the tires screeched to a pitchy stop, I was already half way to the door.

Mr. Davenport didn't understand. He kept trying to say how us seeing each other would "ruin business and decrease progress" or that "there was other of pretty girls mobbing the school hallways". Tasha had stayed silent through everything-it was hard to tell who exactly she agreed with. But by the way her arms were crossed over her chest and she was shooting sympathy/apologetic glances at me, she didn't see the big deal of this anyway.

The clearest thing out of it all was how I made a point of yelling at Mr. Davenport at the top of my lungs. I kind of hoped-just a little-that he would suddenly understand what it was like for you to have your practically father to love your girlfriend then hate the next minute. The fighting was followed into the house but left at the staircase, my furious footfalls doing all the talking.

That night, I stayed up in my room. I heard the clanks of forks hitting plates at dinner; the sound of Adam and Leo's video game explosions; Bree music loudly coming through the wall. Too many sounds for bionic hearing advanced as mine.

Bree attempted to visit me once-check to see how I was doing. But all I did was listening to her knock and plead for me to let her in; not that I did it. Instead I heard her sigh and walk back to her room next door. Minutes passed before I dragged my lacking muscles body to my window. I undid the latch and climbed an oak tree by my window up to the roof.

No one knew, but the roof was one of my most favorite places beside in the tree, especially at night-the stars and moon shining and everything still and peaceful. I went up there go often, I brought up a king sized quilt and a couple of books, stuff like that. As I was laying out the blanket and setting up everything after pulling out of it tiny hiding spot behind the chimney, I couldn't help but have my thoughts go back to only hours ago.

Christine and I were liked by the other parent's-that problem was solved and done for. So why do they have to bring their feud into our relationship. Christine was the sweetest, most amazing girl I ever met. (Not that any other girls approach me or anything.)

I sighed and lay back against my quilt and stared up at the dark sky. I'd always loved nighttime. Something about the stillness of everything with a peaceful atmosphere just seemed to piece everything together. Bree and Adam-the whiniest people I'd ever met- always complained that they could hear crickets chirping when they try to go to sleep; to dense to think of closing their windows or listening to music. I, however, liked the sound crickets made, never being able to hear them during the day with honking cars and other busy, amplified noises.

I had been so lost in thought that I didn't hear the grunting of a struggling person or the rustling sound of bothered leaves. But when I did, I jumped to my feet and silently edged closer to the tree. "Who's there?" I called out sharply; I didn't have any weapons, so my strategies and so-called persuasive tone would have to do.

A gasp of surprise rung out, strained. "A little help would be nice," panted the person, the top of their head showing as they climbed branch after branch with a seemingly clumsy footing. My eyes widened as I recognized the voice: Christine.

I rushed over and quickly grabbed onto her wrist and pulled. I didn't have much strength, but she was only an inch shorter than me and couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sharply after (with some struggle) pulling her onto the roof and over to my little set-up. "Do you know what will happen if we're caught? We'll be skinned and hung like hunted prizes!"

That may have seemed a little-or a lot-dramatic and farfetched by when talking about two scientist with very many high success levels in the mechanical and lab work area, nothing was too impossible to be considered.

"I don't care," Christine exclaimed as she propped herself up. I sat down beside her and gave her a look. She just shrugged. "It's not our fault their acting like idiots. We didn't do anything wrong, yet we're the ones being punished." She sighed and ran a hand through her dark tresses and looked at me with a lazy, somewhat amused smirk. "Do you know how cliché this is? Everything we're going through? It sounds almost exactly like something out of a fairytale book."

Everything she said was true and I knew that. "Maybe we could change the fairytale, then," I said. I grabbed her hand and laid us both down. "Just because Romeo and Juliet died, doesn't mean we have to." Just like I planned, Christine let out a laugh. I started to laugh along with her, just enjoying the time we had.

Something about her, made me stop and think. She was truly amazing. Beautiful, smart, fun, loving, kind-everything I want in a girl. "You're amazing," I said aloud, making her Christine turn her to me and star up at me with her sparkling brown eyes. "It's true, you know." I kissed her temple. She blushed.

"And you're…" Christine trailed off, kissing me cheek. "…Pretty amazing, too." Her words felt good against my skin.

We laid in silence. I heard a distant car honk and police siren. "We're gonna find a way to make this work, ya know." Christine's words startled me. "Plenty of people would help us. Four of them live under the same roof as you."

This much was true-Tasha, Leo, Adam, and Bree would lend a hand. So it seemed that we had the help problem under control, now my only problem is finding out how to tell Christine that I fell in love with her.

So how was that? And please, if you read this story, leave a review. :)