Britney POV

I worked my way through the woods, not 'porting- I needed to stretch my muscles, plus, if I 'ported everywhere, I'd get fat. And, I enjoy being skinny.

As I walked my short, chubby fingers were itching for the cold reminder that I wasn't in the memory. My body needed to know that there was no fire, my mind knew better, but I still craved something cold. Preferably an icecap. But, due to the time of day, I settled for a slurpee. Me + Coffee in the morning=Disaster.

I searched in my mind –continuing to walk–, focusing on one slushee. Orange Crush pop flavour.

It was in my hand, I forgot the straw, and the lid. Oh well.

I started drinking it, like a cup. Of course, once and awhile, it'd all come up, and go up my nose. Of course, bringing things to your hands, at a snap of your fingers, is tricky business I amnot a morning person...

She had just woken up form reliving the memory, the fire was hotter than usual, and it made her crave something she had become accustomed to; a slushy. She used slushy's as her relief. They were a reminder. Telling her that there was no fire, cooling her. Keeping her sane, and on the earth.

She needed one now, desperately.

She focused on the slushy, slush, slush. She didn't think about cups, or even how much slush.

Just the cool, brown slush.

And that's exactly what she got.

The apartment was filled past her head in coke flavoured slush in and instant.

Exactly what she had wanted.

BUT NOT!

Oops.

Yes, she did get a brain freeze.

And a nasty cold.

Not to mention, she was very sticky.

I continued to weave through the maze of a forest.

After about thirty minuets of searching, and thinking about where she could be, I finally gave up.

I 'ported myself to wherever Kate was, picturing her long platinum silvery hair, her Elvin features, her soft, sky blue eyes, her thin, willow-like body. And I added myself to the picture.

I was in the garden. Kate was bent over a flower, half way through blooming, willing it to go into full bloom, and stay like that. You could tell because her face was showing signs of concentration. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes hard, and her lips were pursed.

I stood in the trees, waiting unit she was done.

Kate is determined to preserve a flower, she's been trying for weeks, but so far she hasn't succeeded.

The flower –I don't know the name– began filling out more. The petals folded out, revealing the most enchanting electric blue. They were shaped to a round edge, and wide, but long too.

I shifted my weight, and Kate broke her concentration.

The petals fell off of the flower, drifting to the ground.

Oops.

"Yes," she growled.

"Chill. I want to train."

Kate's anger vanished, replaced with her signature expression. it was a free, happy expression – one she wore regularly.

"Kay, but where do you want to go?"

"The one with the trees."

"they all have trees. Which training field do you want to go to? The one that has a dirt centre, surrounded by trees, the meadow, with trees, or the dirt one, where you have the advantage?"

I didn't even stop to consider the options.

"The meadow"

Of course, I'd most defiantly get my ass kicked. The meadow was made of plants, where Kate's power was obviously strongest.

But I didn't care.

It should be fun.

Once we were there –I'd teleported us– we began stretching, preparing for hand to hand combat.

"So," she started casually.

"So?"

"So, why are we in the one place I have the highest advantage? Nightmare?"

"Memory" I corrected instantly. Reflexively.

We drifted into an awkward silence, bending this way and that –stretching.

After about fifteen minuets of continued silence, we joined each other in the centre of the oval field.

"Ready?" She asked.

I nodded my head.

We began throwing punches at each other, always protecting our faces.

Eventually, we got set into a steady routine. She was losing, not even getting a chance to throw a punch, and I was coming at her, with about half the effort –and still winning.

Kate broke first; the grass began lengthening, wrapping around my ankles.

I looked at her pointedly, and looked past her shoulder, focused, and sent myself away from the soon to be empty grass.

She spun around, and I was attacked by the trees, their branches twisting and turning, preparing to wrap me in a stranglehold.

I looked to the sky, high in the sky, and thought; aw hell, I'm gonna get road rash!

I was in the sky, coming at the meadow like a crazy person on drugs in a winning racing car –fast.

I quickly began porting the trees away at the base of their trunks, and bringing sand to cover the grass –suffocating it.

Some days I wish I could just move it, not send it. life would be so much easier.

I was about five stories off of hitting the ground, when I sent myself to a freshly made tree stump.

"Did you have to burry the lawn?" She screamed at me from her place in the middle of the lawn, now up to her knees in sand.

"Yes. Someone was out to get me." I joked. I felt so much better after falling through the sky, after fighting. I could laugh, I could use the good kind of sarcasm, and I could be myself.

"so," she yelled, pulling herself out of the sand, she started walking towards me, and when she was in front of me, she leaned down to sit in the sand "feel better?" she finished at a normal tone.

"Much" I replied; honestly.

I can't lie to Kate, its like lying to yourself. Pointless. We've known each other forever, and she's more like an all-knowing best friend than my sister –which, officially, is exactly what she is...

WHOO! Ok, I'm always telling people to write SOON –my signature phrase– and I'm starting to get some perspective! Sorry it took so long, but I wanted to cover some points, and make it not-so fillers. Those chapters where nothing happens. I love all writing, but I don't want to make too many of those. I'm one of those writers that has to have any thing and everything up to their standards before posting. Now, I have an excuse for today. I wiped out on my friends bike, looking for my dog –she broke through six layers of chicken wire!–, making my left side very "Ow" on my left side. I'm left handed. Imagine how fun writing notes when it hurts to twitch your fingers. "Ow". Well, I will try to update tomorrow, it being the weekend.

Did I mention my cat might be dying? That too. So, yesterday I come home, and my cats killed over on the stairs, I wait for my mom to get home from work so we can take Simon to the vet –13 year olds generally don't have cars, or licenses– then –after mom comes home, drives to the vet, and we drop off Simon– we go out to supper, then we go home, and then I have t do my HW.

I had FUN! –not.

So, I'm done re-laying yesterday, why it hurts to do this –which, now that I think about it, its pretty stupid to type such a long AN...– IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!

OH! And if I'm reviewing your story –or I USUALY do– and I'm not, IM SORRY! Even if the cat was dead, I'd review! But my computer is messing up, and won't LET me review. SO SORRY! I swear, once it's fixed, ILL BE SCREAMING AT YOU TO "write SOON!"

Please, make me feel better, and REVIEW!

xOXo

-Leah