Chapter 5

It was August. But the day had been fairly cool. Warm drizzle was beginning to fall. Escape The Fate was on vacation by the beach. They had been for about a month. And it had been amazing.

Craig and I had spent nearly the whole time on the ocean. Swimming, picnics, and the occasional roll in the sand. It all made for a great time.

Kayte had just cleaned up from surfing and was now wearing an outfit Monte had picked out for her. A short jean skirt with red fishnet leggings matched with a black top and shell necklace. He had pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail with fringe and added sun kissed makeup.

Lately fashion had become important to him.

She and Craig were now playing Connect Four while Robert and Max practiced. Monte was out for a run, as he had been doing for the past few days. But everyone suspected he had found his Edward Cullen.

"Craig?" she asked tentatively.

"Hm?"

"Do you think you could teach me how to be in a band?" she blushed and looked down.

"ABSO-FUCKINIG-LUTLEY!" Max screeched and ran over to us. "I'll teach you how to be a bass fiend!"

"No! She's gonna be my sexy lil' sidekick!" Robert jumped in banging his sticks together.

"N-no I meant more how to write lyrics . . . " she trailed off and looked away as her face grew hotter.

"You gotta speak from your soul." Craig said. "These white walls, drive me crazy." He sang.

"You gotta know what you're talking about." Max said looking seriously. "I never felt so alone before I met you." He sang loudly.

"You have to mean it." Robert said unusually quiet. "I gotta know someday how it feels."

"You can't be afraid!" Monte's voice rang out high and pure. "This is who I am!"

"Soul . . . Knowledge . . . Truth . . . Fearless." I murmured. "But how do you start?"

"You need inspiration." Craig smiled adoringly at me and dragged out to the porch. Robert and Max shared a look of exasperation before parting.

It was going to be a long talk I could tell by the grim expression on his handsome face. His kissed me. His arms and hands desperately holding onto me as if the next second he would let me go. His cherry flavored lip-gloss slid onto my tongue, making the kiss taste as sweet as it felt.

When we parted I stared up wonderingly. "Where'd that come from?" I whispered hoarsely.

"I wanted to talk to you . . . lately I've been having this dream. And I-" he stared into my face and seemed to change his mind about something, "Just be careful okay?"

I punched his arm affectionately and together we walked back inside.