Some chapters to this story may be a few days late because I'll be focusing on some different projects I haven't finished, and be on the look for this story's sequel Long Live coming early October, late September.

No One's Pov

"You're being ridiculous." Rem stared at Allan as he sat at his desk, head in his hands.

"I'm doing what's best for my daughter," he argued, writing down notes furiously. "And she seems perfectly fine with this whole arrangement, so why are when still discussing it."

The arguments and disagreements have increased with each day. Back and forth, one claim after another from both sides. The bickering goes nowhere, the angry conversations dropping until another picked it up from it left off. Each said got nowhere, but both too strong-headed to drop it until the other agreed with their reasonings.

"You wouldn't," Rem huffed, her gears whirring faster and faster as she hummed in anger. Allan was regretting programming her with humane acts and emotions, forgetting she would have moments like this. "You've been throwing yourself into your work so much that you can't even see their in love with each other."

"She can find somebody else perfectly fine to fall in love with," Allan groaned. "Just not...him."

Rem whirred closer, a hard edge in her voice as it mechanically sneered. "You're two grown men living the past. Both of you are rich and famous for the thing you're best at and still fighting over a stupid award that happened years ago. There are school kids more mature that you two."

Allan slammed his pen down, the loud contact bouncing off the walls. "He took what should have been mine and knew it!" he shouted. "Didn't even have the guts to admit when we both knew I was right." His face hardened. "And how do I know that he didn't teach that kid the same thing when it came to dealing with humans—a girl, no less."

"You and I know perfectly well that innocent boy wouldn't even dare try to do such a thing. It's you and that other man who breaking them apart." Rem tightened her fists, the metal clanking. "And as the step in mother we both know you designed me to be, I'm not just going to sit back and watch you do all these things to her." Her voice dropped low, even though they were the only ones in the room. "And she's going to find out about the experiments sooner or later, and it's going to be the Maria incident all over again."

His white fists pounded against the sleek desk surface. Rem didn't even flinch as he muttered a long string of cuss words as he chair thumped to the floor, falling as he angrily stood. His hard green eyes burned with a dancing fire as they looked at their opposite, neither wavering.

"Why do you always bring her up?" His words rattled against the walls, bouncing over each other. "She's gone! She left us. You're the one living in the past."

Rem sparked slightly, her insides churning into a messy tangle of wires. "Maria's why you're doing this—you're the reason why she left Christine. All because you let science take over everything you two had. Do you know how much you scarred that little girl when you two were fighting that night? And I think that whole apartment in Brooklyn could hear you."

Allan sagged, the fight leaving him. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he protested feebly.

Rem whirred away, knowing the fight ate away at his insides and the work was done.

Chase's Pov

"Are you sure you're not mad?" Christine asked again. I sighed, grabbing her hand and smiling at her. It was two days since the walk in and Christine had been apologizing fifty times each day in under an hour. Even though I loved that she was concerned on how I felt about it, she was driving me nuts.

"Yes," I assured, "I'm absolutely positive I'm not mad. Can we please just drop it?"

Christine looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped for my sake.

The closet seemed darker today, the usual lightbulb on the ceiling dimming with each day it's on. The rusty chain connecting frail string on it swung back and forth as Christine knocked it back and forth. "This is so boring," she pouted, holding the chain steady before moving her fingers away and cringing in disgust at the trail of dirt it left on her finger tips.

"Do you have any other ideas?" I tilted my head toward the door, the two jocks on guard to scare off anyone from opening the door. "It's not like we can do this outside."

I leaned forward, knowing she was going to question what this was. She smiled against my lips, her finger knotting in my hair and pulling me closer to her. We stumbled, her back meeting the shelves behind her as I snuck my arms around her waist.

We were doing just fine until one of the jocks kicked the door in warning and hissed, "Alert."

Christine tensed in my arms, pulling on my hair in anticipation. She only relaxed and let go when we heard a familiar voice say, "Let me in meatheads—my brother is swallowing his girl's face in there."

I felt heat creep up my neck and settle on my face as Bree opened the door, waving what looked like a picture in hand and tossing it in my face excitedly. "As much as I absolutely hate breaking up your kissing session, but Chase, you have to see this picture!"

Taking the picture from Bree, I examined it closely. At first wondered why she was showing me a picture of myself. Then I realized...it wasn't me. It was someone else, by the looks of it on set of a TV show of some sort, grinning vainly at the camera and showing off his survivor get-up.

I whistled jokingly. "That's one handsome dude."

Bree just rolled her eyes and swiped the picture. "I know what you just implied; you are full of yourself. Do you have any shame—even a little?"

"Not really."

Christine groaned. "Do you really have to show everyone that picture?" She crossed her arms and gave Bree a hard stare. "Why not just publish it in the newspapers for Christ sake?"

Bree grinned wickedly. "I'll do you one better—I'll publish it in the school newspaper." Turning and giving us both a wink, she bolted out the door, picture in hand.

"Get back here!" Christine commanded as she ran off after her, leaving me completely confused. Watching as Christine tripped after Bree in an angry tirade to get the picture back before it was exposed to anyone else.

What just happened?

No One's Pov

"I can't believe you actually thought I was going to do that!" Bree cackled as she got ready to leave school.

Christine frowned and kicked at the ground, thinking a long string of cuss words she couldn't say even if no one else was around.. "I never know with you." She reached over and punched the brunette's shoulder. "By the way—you suck."

Bree winked and smirked at her friend. "Thanks, that's the kind of compliments I look forward to getting everyday."

Rolling her eyes, she leaned against the locker next to her friend's, eyeing the halls suspiciously. She really shouldn't be; Bree and Christine hung out in the open with plenty of spies around (at least, that's what she thought, anyway) and wasn't tattle on before

Shaking that thought away, Christine noticed a bunch of picture taped and plastered to Bree's lockers, covering everything. Raising an eyebrow in amusement at the tall, handsome guy with dark hair and kind eyes.

"Don't you think Ethan will be a little jealous of your little obsession?"Christine teased, pointing out one of the many posters.

Bree rolled her eyes. "Leave it alone." She stared dreamily at the posters on her locker door with a sigh to match her look. "Bye, Hunter."

Christine shook her head and let out a laugh waving goodbye and heading out the door. Her dad was at a late conference meeting until late tonight and Davenport was home, so she couldn't get a ride from her father or Chase. And Rem wasn't legally allowed behind a wheel, much less to have a driver's licence. So Christine was stuck with walking for now.

Throwing her hood up, she jogged, feeling raindrops hit her arms as she held her bag close to her body. Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the cold as she stopped completely a block away and sprinted.

Huffing and panting, Christine busted into the house and collapsed on to the couch, face first, in exhaustion.

"A little heads up about rain would've been nice," She grumbled at Rem.

The whirring got louder as she came closer. "I didn't watch the news this morning. And they usually get it wrong anyway, so what's the point in watching?"

"Whatever." Christine shrugged off her soaked hoodie and attempted to wring out her hair. "I'm gonna go check my Skype."

Trudging up stairs, she striped out of her shirt and check to her tank top: Dry. Christine traded her soggy jeans and squishy socks for comfy sweats and fuzzy socks. Her hair up in a messy bun, she clicked away at her computer, biting her cheek as she clicked his screen name.

"Hey you," Hunter smiled at her from her laptop, still as happy as ever. "How goes it?"

Christine rolled her eyes. "It goes good."

With squinted eyes, she looked off behind him, the wall familiar. "Where are you."

Hunter just smiled in a way that was all too similar to the one he wore everyday. "Open the door."

Christine hopped of the bed and swung the door open, eyes widening with she saw who towered over her. "No way!" She jumped up, wrapping her legs around Hunter's waist and laughing as he swung her around. "I thought you were on tour."

"We're taking a break in California for a while, giving the bus a break. Plus I think I've pretty much got on the ast nerve of my manager."

Christine threw her head back, letting out a loud laugh. She slid off him, dragging the boy into her room by his wrist, shutting the door after practically shoving him toward her bed.

"Nice sweats," Hunter teased, pointing to the two fading H's he had drawn on there with sharpie a couple of years ago.

Rolling her eyes, Christine punched his shoulder, logging off of Skype and shutting her laptop. "I have news," she announced excitedly, pushing him over and hugging a pillow. "Bree's obsessed with you."

Hunter raised his eyebrows. "You mean your boyfriend's sister is in love with my awesome good looks?" He flicked his hair.

"Whatever." Christine stuck out her tongue. "But she has a bunch of pictures of you in her locker and on one of her binders—at least thirty of them!"

Hunter laughed. "Doesn't every girl?" At Christine annoyed look, he shrugged in defense. "I can't help it when they go into fan girl mode; that's completely up to them whether they want to fall for my good looks or not."

Christine just shook her head, used to his cockiness Hunter thought he could have twenty-four seven. With a smile, she laughed, "You and Chase are too obsessed with your looks. It's getting pretty irritating with all the vain attitude I have to put up with."

Hunter's face hardened slight, his eyes still holding his joking expression as he warned, "If he gets out of line and you happen to tell me, he'll mysterious lose all his teeth and maybe a limb."

The brunette copied his face. "And if I find out you even touch a hair on his head, your fans will be wondering why you suddenly have no arms and eyes swollen shut."

The two laughed, rolling over each other. And nearly falling off the bed clutching their stomach until their giddy fest was interrupted by someone barging into the room. "Rem let me in..."

Bree's sentence faltered as she caught Hunter—the freaking Hunter Hayes!—from his spot next to Christine. Letting out a mangled gasp, she shook her wet hair and grabbed her friend's leg, dragging her into the hallway and shutting the door.

"What the fricking heck was that?" Bree hissed, gesturing frantically to the door.

Christine just shrugged and sat against the wall. "Didn't it ever occur to you that I knew some celebrities from my dad being famous? Plus, our parents went to college together; practically family."

Bree tightened her lips. "Do you think he's freaked out by the way I acted in front of him?" she asked self-consciously, her mission at hand lost.

Christine glanced back at her bedroom door. "Come girls tackle him," she exclaimed out loud, blowing out noisily through her teeth. "Your one of the ones with self-control."

Bree bit her tongue, giving her head a quick shake. "You're meeting at the little library in town. Rachel's mom pulled some strings with the owner and you guys can meet there in an hour. So get dressed."

Turning on her heel, she made to the stairs. Only turning back to eyeball the bedroom door. "And tell Hunter I said bye."

"So did Bree completely blow it? Embarrass herself more than she already does?"

Christine drank from her hot chocolate, pulling it away from her mouth and giving Chase a mocking look. "Oh please, like Hunter hasn't dealt with worse. At least she didn't tackle and threaten him like this one girl; she was a nightmare."

Laughing, Chase gave a quick glance around the room, sipping his drink carefully. "The library is kind of creepy when it's all vacant and stuff."

"Don't worry," Christine teased, "I'll hold you hand so you won't get scared." Just like she said, she grabbed the hand the was resting around her waist. "Better?"

Chase leaned down, lips just barely touching hers. "Much better?"

Both smiling, they leaned in, steam rising from their cup as they kiss, tonuges battling and fingers pulling on hair as they both craved for it too be deeper.

Sudden hard taps and a frantic attempt at getting the locked door open, the coupld pulled away with shocked screams leaving the bot of them.

"Oh, God," Chase said in horror, Chrisitne perfectly mimicking his expression, feeling woozy all the while.

Mr. Davenport and her father glaring hard at both of them sent chills up her spine.

Cliffie! Haha, anyway, how do you think their dads are going to react? And who do you think will guess star in the next chapter?

Review and tell us your thoughts. :)