So, here we go. This is when it all goes down. I think you're all pretty clued up on what's going on here... so I won't drag the pain out any longer. Don't hate me. Fred made me do it. lol.

In other news, I have some wonderful, exciting personal news. I got my first teaching post this afternoon! I am an official teacher for 5 afternoons a week, teaching the first and second grade (KS1 in my lingo here in England! haha) I start tomorrow, hence the quick update now because I suspect I will be an extremely busy bee for the next month or so and I didn't want to leave you hanging. So yep, Laurzz is a teacher. Finally! I order everyone to have a glass of their favourite drink and celebrate!

Huge thank you to those of you reading and reviewing. And also those of you who are following. I hope you all stick around for the journey. Fortunately I have a good few chapters behind me already so it shouldn't be that long of a wait. Just prod me with pointy sticks because I may temporarily forget that the internet exists haha. (yeah, right...)

As a quick side note, the song I use in this chapter was actually the song from Lindsay's scene with the girl, Sarah Butler in Stealing Home. You should look it up if you haven't already. It's quite haunting but a pretty song.

Anyway, special thank you to: dannyandlindsayforeva, sprog101, quinndex, brendanakai, alexindigo, rhymenocerous and Gigglesforcsi.

You thought you had all the answers to rest your heart upon but something happened; don't see it coming and now you can't stop yourself. Now you're out there swimming, in the deep.

-In the Deep, Bird York

"Seriously though, I'm going to miss you guys so much over the summer."

"Tell me about it," Kelly implored as she pulled her long awaited apple pie closer towards her. "I mean, you guys are used to being away from everyone over the summer… I'm screwed!"

"The second you get off your flight and on the bus to camp you won't even remember where you live," Jenny offered a reassuring smile. "It'll be the best thing you've ever done, Kel. We keep telling you this, but does she listen?" Jenny implored looking towards Lindsay and Brianna, "No she doesn't."

"Yeah but you guys…" Kelly sighed heavily, "I'm used to killing time and waiting for everyone to get home."

"Maybe," Lindsay shrugged. "But this year you'll have camp stories too."

"Yeah well I haven't even packed yet," Kelly announced before turning her gaze away from her dumbfounded friends.

"You haven't packed?" Brianna whispered.

"You haven't packed anything?" Jenny snorted. "Not a thing?"

"Not a stitch," Kelly smirked.

"So maybe Kelly isn't going to camp after all," Brianna laughed. "It takes me weeks to pack; and then my Mom repacks for me and then hides little homely things in my socks and stuff."

"This isn't confessional," Jenny laughed. "We don't wanna know all your little secrets, Bri."

"I think she can do it," Lindsay said, offering a smile of reassurance towards her best friend. "I don't really take that much time in packing. I usually get it done in one afternoon."

"Yeah but you're a seasoned camper." Brianna pointed out.

"So?" Lindsay scowled playfully.

"So nothing, when it comes to camp, packing and Lindsay Monroe; whatever you say is a mute point." Brianna stuck her tongue out as she took a sip of her coke. "All I'm hoping for is that there are some nice boys. I'm not going to a mixed camp for no reason; that's for sure."

"What a surprise!" Kelly smirked. "Brianna, wanting to meet boys? Fancy that."

"Sarcasm isn't becoming, Kelly." Brianna licked her lips as she dug her fork into her apple pie.

"What's your type this week?" Jenny teased her friend; "Tall? Blonde hair? Swimmer?"

"So last week," Brianna flicked her hair over her shoulder playfully. "No this week I'm looking for a good, old fashioned cowboy."

"And you're going to find that in Rhode Island, Bri?" Kelly inquired as all three girls simply raised their eyebrows at Brianna's unlikely criteria for her summer boyfriend.

"Did you forget we live in Montana?" Lindsay laughed. "They don't get much more country than that."

"I think I'd like him to have a Texan accent. Texans are cute." Brianna continued.

"Nope, I'd much rather go for a city boy any day." Jenny smiled.

"You guys are way too picky." Lindsay laughed as she stood from the table and made her way to the restroom to wash her hands. Just like every-time they came to the diner, everyone had pretty much cleared out; apart from them. It literally took Sarah launching them through the door every week to get them to leave… but that was the fun of it all; getting lost in a million conversations with her best friends over things that didn't matter. For one night a week, it was okay to forget about homework, her AP classes, her cheerleading, horse-riding, tennis and everything else. For one night a week, she could be the person she wanted to be with her friends and it was a feeling that she absolutely loved. It was the highlight of her week and she wouldn't change it for anything.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she turned the faucet on. She could still hear her goofball friends laughing right outside the door. Each had their distinctive laugh that when compiled together, made quite a sound. It was a sound that made her feel like she belonged. Without her laugh, the group wasn't the same; just like any of the others. They were a perfect dynamic and there was no doubt in Lindsay's mind that they'd be friends forever. The bell at the front chiming made her stir from her thoughts; even though it was late, Sarah wouldn't have kicked them out yet… especially when she knew that Lindsay was still in the bathroom; not to mention they hadn't even paid their bill yet. And nobody would be coming in because everyone knew it was closing; Lindsay was positive of that. It was strange that-

Gunshot.

Screams

Then another.

More screams.

Another.

A lone scream.

Another shot.

Silence.

Oh wait, did I say that I didn't want to leave you hanging? Hmm... I may have lied a little. oopsies. ;)