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About two hours later, I decided it wasn't healthy to stay in bed anymore.

I got up, ran my hands through my knotty hair, and picked up my cell phone and glanced at it.

Five miscalls.

I held the phone between my chin and shoulder, and played them as I grabbed my way-too-big-bag and rushed around as I packed it for our get away tonight.

"Hey Chloe," Tori said in the phone. I set the bag down on the floor, sat, and packed a coat, a blanket, and a hoodie.

"Just wanted to make sure you were alright," She continued. "Call me later. K, Bye." There was a beep, and they next recording started. I stood with my bag, and made my way to the kitchen.

"Hey it's me again," Tori said in the recording. "Are you okay? I'm worried…." I grabbed a couple water bottles and stuck them in. "Just, don't do anything stupid." And there was another beep.

"Hey Chloe. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Kit called me and told me what happened," Aunt Lauren said in the phone. I stopped.

Aunt Lauren. How would she react when I left? Would she come after me?

"I'm so sorry, Hun. Call me later."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

"Hey. Once again it's me," Tori came back on the phone. I sighed, and kept moving through the kitchen, stocking up on granola bars and muffins.

"I wanted to know of it was okay if we came over tomorrow? I could rent some good movies and we could just hang….please, call me back."

I set my bag down on the counter and sighed again.

There was another beep. Once again, it was Tori.

"Alright, since I know you so well I know you wont mind. Were coming over around lunch, I've got some snacks and movies-"

"Really LAME movies," Simon shouted in the background.

"Well no one asked you to watch!" Tori yelled back. I glanced at the clock, panicked.

"Alright well I'll see you later."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I quickly turned off my phone, and decided it was time to take a shower. I took my bag, dropped It off in my room, and headed for the bathroom.

When I heard a knock at the door about three hours later, I prepared for the worst. I pulled my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head and opened the door.

Rae was yelling at Simon about something. Tori rolled her eyes and walked in, Simon waved Rae off, muttered a "Whatever." and followed Tori. Rae rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Hey," Tori said, approached me, and gave me a hug. I jumped a little, because she took my by surprise. Rae sadly smiled at me and Simon gave me a knowing look.

Tori let me go. "Ok," she said optimistically. She reached into her purse and pulled out five movies, and my eyes widened. I look to Simon.

He made a slipping motion with his finger across his throat. I nodded and turned back to the movies.

Tori smiled. "I say we watch 'The Notebook' first. I love that one." She announced. She smiled wider at me, and I immediately knew she was pushing aside her problems for me. She was pregnant, and she could die, yet here she was, smiling, watching romance movies. If she could be this brave, I owed it to her to be, too.

I smiled back, and she looked surprised.

"I do too." Rae said from behind us. It took me a second to realize she was agreeing with Tori.

"What's it about?' Simon groaned. Rae gave him a look. "You've never seen 'The Notebook'? Oh my God." She looked to Tori, who rolled her eyes.

"The boy is obviously romantically challenged." Rae playfully sighed. Simon glared at her.

Tori spilled a bunch of packets of popcorn on the counter, and Simon handed over some candy bars. I smiled and grabbed a packet.

"I'll pop the popcorn. You guys get the movie set up." I declared, turning my back to the microwave. I prayed they'd take my offer.

When I heard footsteps leading away from me, I felt relieved. Now I would have time to collect myself before I had to watch a romance with out my boyfriend. I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

"Simon," Tori started.

I heard the DVD player pop open. I opened the microwave, tore open the packet, shoved it inside and pressed 400.

"You might want to take notes. Let Noah show you how true love is done."

I wont lie; I did cry. A lot.

We only ended up watching "The Notebook," Because afterwards, everyone was sleepy from the crying. Which wasn't good, because I needed to be wide awake for our escape.

I studied the door, trying to stay awake. I had my coat on, and the lights in the apartment were all off. It was 2: 57. Any minute Simon would come through that door, and we'd set off-

There was a knock at the door.

I rushed to it, slightly opened it, and peeked out.

"Hey." Simon whispered. I opened it wider, and he tip-toed in. I couldn't see him well, but he was dressed mainly in black, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He had a grey baseball hat on-what team it was supporting, I couldn't see.

"Hold on. I gotta go to the bathroom." He whispered, and rushed off, dropping his backpack on the floor next to me. I sat cross-legged next to my bag, and waited.

Three minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

The bathroom door swung open.

"Is someone outside?" Simon peeked out from the bathroom, his brows furrowed. I stood.

"I think so. Should I-"

Another knock.

We stared at each other for a minute.

We knew we shouldn't answer. I mean, who would come around at three-in0the-morning to see us?

Of course, there was someone. The same someone who we were going out to find. But would he knock?

I opened my mouth to speak, but the door creaked. I froze, like a deer in headlights, my heart racing.

Simon ran over to me on the tip of his toes. He stood next to me, and gave me a confused look that raised my fear.

The door opened wider, and when I saw who it was, my heart stopped. I cleared my throat and found words.

"Rae? Why are you here?" I quickly whispered.

R&R