A/N I AM SO SORRY PEOPLES. As in I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner because I've got writers block and a C in science. If I don't get my grade up my mom's not going to take me to London on Christmas. LONDON. ON CHIRSTMAS.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Terra Nova. If I did, Taylor would have a German accent.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

Zoe "patiently" waited for Miles as he was getting ready. Today Miles had convinced her to go to Josh's lounge despite her wanting to go work out in the training zone. After being stuck in only the house, theater and Josh's, she was getting antsy.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

She slammed her hand down on her knee, trying to get her foot to stop shaking. Miles told her it was a sign of impatience and even though she refused to him, she knew he was right.

Tap tap tap tap.

Now her left leg was tapping. Zoe repositioned herself so she now sat cross-legged on the tan couch. Even though both her legs stopped shaking, now she couldn't resist drumming her fingers on her knee.
"Miles hurry up or I swear I'll-!"

"Whoa, whoa." Miles came out from his room in a blue dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans. "Jeez Zo, take a chill pill-" Miles stopped and stared at her. "Whoa."

Zoe looked down at herself. Miles had told her to get dressed up, so she chose a black and gray stiped cocktail dress with a pair of tight black skinny jeans that ended at her lower calf. Though in her defense, she was still wearing neon green tennis shoes with laces that would glow in the dark. She left her hair down, which now curled at the bottom when Taryn came home and told her she needed to fix the uneven ends. "What? Is there something on my face?" She rubbed her cheek as if to rub something off.

"N-no." He stammered out. "Y-you look great." His face turned bright red.

"You look good too, but…" Zoe got up off the couch and rolled her shoulders before walking up to Miles and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. "We're not in uniform; you don't have to have the buttons all the way up." He flushed an even deeper red. "Do you have a fever or something? We could stay home if you want, make some popcorn and watch a movie?" She reached up to feel his forehead but he grabbed her wrist before she could make contact.

"No, no I don't have a fever," He mumbled before letting go of her hand and walking towards the door. Zoe stood puzzled. Why was he acting so weird? Miles reached over and grabbed the house keys and his wallet, sticking them both into the back pocket of his jeans. Zoe realized she hadn't seen Taryn all night, even though she should've been home hours ago. "You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, but shouldn't we leave the door unlocked for Taryn? Is she working late hours or something?" Zoe asked, looking cautiously around.

"I gave her a key this morning, she'll be fine." Miles said, but Zoe only just caught the littlest glint in his eye that showed what? Sorrow, no. Depression, never. Guilt maybe? Nope, not guilt. He was hiding something, that was it. It was secretively in his eyes. "Come on, I want to get there before nine." He reached for her hand as if he was about to hold it, but at the last second must've reconsidered and pulled back.

Zoe shrugged and followed him out the door, but not before she grabbed her own keys. Just in case. They walked down the normal dirt pathways. There was occasional guard and a few nurses coming home but otherwise the street was completely deserted. Zoe sighed. Either Miles had gone completely psycho maniac and was about to murder her or he was trying to take her out to dinner as in a date. Zoe concluded it would probably end badly both ways. Miles would always be her best friend, and if he started to try and date her, their friendship would be ruined forever.

Finally after many twists and turns between the streets, they ended up in front of the lounge. It was placed in between three large trees that Zoe couldn't identify. The tops had been cut off and Josh had turned them into balconies of sorts with black railings with ivy running up along the side. He had also replaced and cleaned all the windows to give more natural lighting and fixed up a stage so he and a few other teenagers could play instruments on Saturday nights. The entire thing was dark, even though it was usually lit up with rainbow spotlights. Josh must've had already closed up for the night and went home to Skye. "Are you sure we're supposed to meet here? It looks like Josh already went home."

"I'm sure." He pushed open the door and she was suddenly bombarded with lights, confetti and screams.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOE!" They all cheered. Josh and Maddy were there, as well as Skye and Mark. Zoe could pick out Taryn, and a few soldiers who she often worked with. All together there was probably only twenty to twenty-five people, but the room was so highly decorated with streamers and balloons that it seemed like there was more around a hundred people there.

"W-what?" She managed to stammer out as she was nudged over to the bar by man pats on the back. She had barely remembered it was her 18th birthday. In her opinion it wasn't that special, she would have millions of more birthdays, but she guessed that everyone else though different.

"Come on, have a drink," Josh pushed a small shot glass to her. "It's still weak stuff, but it's good." He smiled at her. Music was playing in that background. Upbeat and techno-like as everyone around her was dancing or talking or playing cards and pool.

"No, no no," Zoe poked the drink away from her as Miles sat down next to her and sipped his drink. His birthday was two months ago, so he was allowed to drink long before her. She remembered having to clean up the living room after he completely trashed it in a haze of wild partying. "I'm not drinking."

"Aw come-on Zo," Maddy pulled up beside her, still clinging onto the arm of her husband. "It's legal now anyways, have some fun you little prissy pants!" Maddy giggled and almost fell over, but Mark caught her at the last minute. "Beep." She poked his nose and laughed.

"Maddy go home, you're drunk." Zoe said, helping Mark hold her up.

Maddy pouted. "No, I'm not leaving yet! It's your birthday, I can't leave!" Mark pulled her up into a standing position and she stabled herself on a barstool. "I'm fine, really!" She smiled.

Zoe sighed. No way to make Maddy leave now. Gods she was going to be hungover tomorrow morning. How would Lucie react to her mother slobbering all over the place? Mark would be fine, he always could handle alcohol better than Maddy, but still even if he stayed, he would definitely be just as bad as her.

"Just one drink sis, please? For me?" Josh pulled a puppy dog face. Damn those eyes! Even though he was in his late twenties he could still pull them off. Zoe snarled at him before draining the shot glass. It burned down her throat much like when she was dehydrated. But this felt good, like someone instantly make her hot chocolate on a cold rainy day in front of a fire place. "Now that's the stuff!" He patted her on the back. She smiled at him before a thought raced across her mind.

"Wait, if it was my birthday, why wouldn't I get a visit from Mom and Dad?" Her parents always visited on her birthday with a pair of checks that would feed her for the next month or so and some money for buying new games and apps on her plex.

"We screwed with them a bit." Josh shrugged. "We told them that the calendars got messed up and tomorrow is your birthday." He poured a green colored drink into a taller thinner glass rimmed with salt and pushed it towards her, pulling the puppy eyes again. This one took longer to drink, with continuously small sips that reminded Zoe of a cool breeze on a warm day that vaguely tasted like lemonade.

"Mm…" Zoe looked around, practically in love with the drink. He she ever had to do it again, she would drink it. Suddenly Taryn appeared next to her. Taryn's bright pink hair stood in contrast to her ivory and freckled skin. She told people she dyed her hair with a random frut she found, but everyone believed that she had inside contacts with 2149 that would send her hair dye. Zoe knew the truth because she was there when Taryn dyed it with the frut.

"'Ey! Zoe!" She said. Taryn stumbled around. This was bad, Taryn could not handle alcohol very well. "I-I was afraid… that you wouldn't make it to your own party!" Taryn reached for another shot that was going around on a platter served by one of Josh's employees and even though Zoe knew she had to push the shot away, make Taryn go home and sleep it off, she didn't. She let Taryn chug the shot down and laughed along with her. Miles leaned over and joined their laughter, the smell of alcohol also on his breath. She wondered vaguely where Josh went, but soon saw him making out with Skye on couch near the dance floor. "I'm going to go dance!" Taryn slobbered before stumbling over to the floor.

"You're beautiful." Miles leaned over and breathed on her cheek. Zoe stiffened. What did he just say? That was not Miles talking, it couldn't be Miles talking. He traced her jawline with his thumb, making tingles send themselves up her spine. Zoe could barely even remember her own name as he leaned forward and planted his lips upon hers. They were softer than Zoe would think and he was still hesitant, as if he thought too much movement would scare her away. She didn't know her broke the kiss first, but she could realize it was over all too quick and she wanted to do it again.

A/N Again sooooooo sorry for being so late with this update! But we finally got some ZoexMiles in this chapter! Don't worry this will never go up to M, so all you eighteen and under can stay. R&R please!