Okay, I threatened with the life of my story and I got less than ten, no, less than FIVE reviews. Five? FIVE?! Is that all I'm worth? My story's life is on the line and I can't get five? I bolded, italicized, and underlined it for ya! But for those few who do faithfully review, I thank you for sticking through my ranting, begging, pleading, crying, screaming, and...well I can't think of anything else I did. YET! I hope those who DO care will continue to care. -pouts- But...for those of you who read and DON'T review, hear (or read) this...I AM the author/creator/mastermind behind this entire story and I can make it go places you will NOT want to see and, because you DO continue to read it, you will be unable to look away...even when it gets ugly. REAL UGLY.

I have seen Final Destination...But, if you keep me happy I will make it all better. I don't ask for much.

Read. Now. ...Please...? he he -runs away giggling-

You know the funny thing about timeliness, urgency, punctuality…it never happens like you want it to. Never. Never ever!

Why is there a unicorn in my bowl of cherry lollipops…? "Misty…Come back Misty…MISTY!" I heard Seth's voice echo through my dreams as I opened my eyes. Seth was crouched over my body and I finally realized I couldn't be standing. Half of the school was standing around him, staring at me like I was a museum display.

Why aren't I standing up? Did I just…? "What happened?" My voice came out quiet and groggy, like I had just woken up.

"You were walking and you just collapsed, but I was playing basketball and I saw you fall, so I came running up here." Seth nodded his head and twitched his eyes, maybe an attempt at winking, but I was too out of it to register.

"No you weren't…you were he—"

Seth took his hand that wasn't holding him up and clamped it over my mouth, shushing me. "You took a pretty nasty fall. You shouldn't speak until you know what you're talking about." He clenched onto my makeshift muzzle and half-stood to talk to the crowd. It was a rather awkward position to be quite honest, but he was so gangly and tall, he could pull it off. "There's nothing to see here. Man, I've always wanted to say that," He said under his breath. "She's fine. I'm fine. We're all fine. Now go eat some fruit loops! I mean…Never mind." He hung his head as the kids stared at him, not believing he had made a kids cereal reference as a high school kid.

I did not take a nasty fall. I fell, but it was not nasty. I looked around at the ground below me, making sure I wasn't lying to myself in my own head. Nope, not nasty at all. Actually, pretty clean for me. "Why did you lie?" I asked as soon as everyone was out of sight and I sat myself upright and back on the bench.

"I didn't." He said coolly.

"But you said something that didn't happen. That's lying." Liar. Liar! LIAR!

Seth looked me over as he spoke, "I didn't want to explain." Seth said softly.

Crap, I understand. Grr! I like that! Stop it, Misty, you may have not even said anything, he could be telling the truth, but he just said… "What? Wait, what happened?"

He sat down beside me, sufficient I wasn't going to keel over and die pretty soon. "We were talking and I…answered your question…and you fell."

He answered my question? And I didn't even hear it! Was it worth fainting over? Crap, it was! He likes me! He likes me! Or…he could not like me and I passed out over that! Well, I can't come out and ask him to repeat it, but he had a hard enough time saying he 'answered my question.' Stupid Seth. Shut up, Seth. "That can't be all. Talk me through it slowly. As you said, I took a pretty nasty fall." I pouted my lower lip out and nodded my head convincingly.

"That's it."

"No it isn't. Tell me." I slightly growled. Don't even play with me. I have the sympathy vote on my side.

"Well if you think there was more, why don't you tell me? Hmm? What, you can't remember? Then believe me." He growled full force.

Man, what did I do, step on his toe on my rapid descent to the ground? "I just wanted to know." I retreated.

Seth rubbed his lips together and looked up at me, appearing sorry. "I know, sorry. We were talking—"

I was impatient enough as it is, so I finished his sentence, "You answered my question, which I want to know again, because I had a pretty hard hit, now continue…please." I smiled sweetly, ignoring the throbbing in my head. Stupid head, stupid Seth.

"Thank you, I forgot that part." He sarcastically remarked, then continued. "You just collapsed. You were walking around and when you fell, you fell into my lap, but I kind of got scared and I jumped up...and that's why you kind of hit your head. Sorry." Seth smiled the most innocent smile I think I had ever seen him produce.

How great, I finally fall in his lap, and I'm not even awake to experience it! Didn't hurt anything, unfortunately. Are you kidding me? I. Was. In. His. Lap. GRR! How can this happen? To me? What did I do in a past life? I'll go be a nun. I'll go feed the homeless, but please, please, tell me he said he liked me back and maybe the humiliation will be worthwhile. "Oh," I was speechless, which is rare, of course.

"Yeah." It seemed the conversation had taken that thumb-twiddling turn again. Seth swung his feet above the ground as he looked out onto the basketball court, which he said he was playing.

That reminded me, "Why did you lie, again? I forgot." I rubbed my head, trying to sell the story. Now I'm the liar.

"I didn't know what else to say." He admitted.

"The truth is always an option." I suggested, slightly annoyed with him being ashamed to admit he was talking to me. I don't have braces or a pocket protector. I'm good looking, I have an amazing personality. I'm popular for Christ's sake!

Seth struggled for the right words. I didn't blame him. This wasn't one of those situations you usually prepare for in communications class. "I know, but…I just…I don't know."

Guess that's all I'm getting. Hmmmm? Maybe…? "Did you scream?" I began my laugh, knowing the answer that would soon come.

Seth was caught off guard by my awkward question. "Did I…what?"

"Scream? You know, 'ahh!'" There's no way you're getting out of this one alive. Not if my partially stunned body can help it.

He looked at me long and hard, and I did the same back. He knew he had to answer, truthfully. "Why do you think everyone can running out?" He said softly, and covering his mouth slightly with his hand.

That was all I could take. I burst out laughing like a cackling hyena. "You!" Gasp. "Sc—" Gasp. "—Reamed?" Squeal. "You screamed!" Squeal and gasp. "You screamed?"

Seth was surely tired of my rampage, "For the record, they thought it was you." He thought he made the point better, but it only made it worse.

"You screamed! Like a…GIRL!" I got up and ran down the breezeway, not wanting more people to come and investigate my apparent seizure. I had no control over myself when I let loose.

I heard the loud footsteps behind me as he caught up to me, not wanting to seem needy or clingy, but either was fine with me. Ha! That proves it!

Seth started laughing as my convulsions were beginning to subside. "You make no sense." He chucked, which I didn't find funny, but I was still thinking of him in the same room as a mouse. If he had that reaction to me, his friend, no telling what a varmint would do to him.

Wait, he said I made no sense. How do I not make sense when you scream like a…girl when someone accidentally falls in your lap? "How?" I was intrigued now.

"You're freaking out because I lied, then you want to know what I said, then you wonder how you fell, and now you are laughing because I screamed. No sense." He chuckled, but then I stopped completely, leaving him alone to do the laughing.

He keeps bringing that up? Hmm? Maybe it's good? Who am I kidding it's…him. I stepped closer, closing the space between us, "Is that a problem?" I said softly, trying to be seductive.

Seth gulped and jammed his hands into his pockets, "No. Not at all. It's great. I love confusion. Confusion great. "

"Way to use your civilized human words, 'confusion great.'" I said in my caveman voice as I turned around stomping back towards the building.

Seth stopped me and grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. I was stunned and expected him to say something, but instead he just stared at me with his hands firmly on my shoulders. The touch shouldn't have been as much as it was, but it made my face, hands, and shoulders tingle. That's what they talk about…? Well, there go my toes. Better be careful, or I'll faint again. "Can I help you?" That's right, Misty, keep your cool, act like it's nothing. It bothers you. It kind of bothers you. It's tolerable. It's okay. It's great. Ah, who am I kidding, don't let go!

He cocked his head to the side like a dog, and kept looking at me. "Help me figure you out."

"Help me figure me out." I chucked and turned away from his hands, going back to the bench. What was that? "Help me figure me out?" Are you serious?

"How profound." He stated and sat down beside me.

The silence that ensued after his two word statement was more comfortable and light than I had ever felt. My head still tingled…and throbbed, both were thanks to him, but I happily dealt with it.

"My answer was yes." Seth said as he still stared out in the distance.

The words mingled with the air around my face and a light breeze rustled my hair, bringing the words closer to my ear, and finally settling in my head. So that's why I fainted. At least I'm sitting down now. My stomach did cartwheels and my eyes darted around, seeing if someone had out a video camera to document these sacred words. Of course no one did. I couldn't believe it, but then I could. I knew. The signs were all there. I didn't want to admit it because that would have been too easy, but I knew it. Somewhere, I knew it. "I know."

Now, if that cursor of yours miraculously decides to have a mind of its own and hits the review button, do not go against its true instinct. It's destiny. It's Fate. The inevitable. It will happen. Don't fight it. Just...fall into a deep sleep, thinking of unicorns, cloud-filled meadows, and Edward Cullen and Jacob Black. Yeah, I went there.

And then if Edward and Jacob are telling you to review, which they are, how can you say no? You can't. Muahahahaha!

But if your imagination can't run rampid into the realm of Twilight where the two men of your dreams tell you to take a few minutes out of your crazy schedule to help a struggling author in need, just remember I know Final Destination. -backs away slowly- FINAL DESTINATION!!! -disappears into an ominous fog...with a black trenchcoat...and Jacob!-