A/N: Hey dudes! I know it's been a while, but I'm back! Me being , and not firegirl956, who I am doing a collab on this story with. I will just say when it's me, and she will say when it is her. KK, LATERZ!
Kat's POV~
I drew a shaking breath, and began to sob in earnest. The tears streamed down my cheeks, and I shook with every breath. Through the tears, I shot a glance at Jordan, who still looked horrified, although he had sat down beside me, and was reading something. As I wiped my eyes, I realized it was my letter, but I was too preoccupied with trying to stop crying to take it away from him. I saw as his face went from horrified to sympathetic. I tried to stand, but I couldn't even make it past getting on my knees. He saw this and immediately he came over to try and help. I was so tired and worn out that I could barely open my eyes, but I got them open enough to see him standing over me, bending down. I felt like I was being carried, and I probably was, but I was too tired to care, or ask where I was going. I simply allowed myself to be carried by whoever was carrying me. The last thing I remember before I was out cold was being placed down in a car by Jordan, and turning to look as he shut the door.
I woke up to the sound of the radio. I looked around at the inside of the car I was in. Wait, I was in a car. I shot up and looked around, incredibly alert. The inside was nice, with grey leather and lights overhead. When I turned to look at the front, the only part of the driver that I could see was the back of his head. He had brown hair, and was responsibly keeping both eyes on the road. Hearing I was awake, she saw as he pulled over and stopped the car. When he turned, I was faced with someone I could only dream of seeing face to face. It was Jordan. The one who saved me, and could have destroyed me. Almost did, but if it wasn't for him….. see why I am having an inner battle? Still, I couldn't help but be excited to see him. "Y-you're awake," he said in his perfect voice. It was even better in real life, even though he stuttered a bit. I nodded a bit and, still staring him straight in his perfect eyes, I reluctantly dropped my gaze. "Why did you take me with you? You could have just left me," I asked in a quiet voice. I wasn't very comfortable, and it was taking all of my willpower not to jump up and hug him and thank him. "Because it would be wrong to leave you there, after all you have been through. And I couldn't exactly send you home," he said, holding up the letter, that was re-folded and re-sealed. "So I decided it was best for you to come with me." I was so taken aback I kind of just sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape. "You'd do that?" I asked, once again slowly and quietly. "Yeah, now we just have to get where we are going. Want to come up front?" he asked, and I made my way around the car and slid into the passenger seat. It made me even more self-aware to be so close to the man who saved my life. I turned my head to look at him, and I soaked it all in. Jordan Maron, the one I thought to be dead, has saved my life for the second time. The first time he had absolutely no idea, but now he is acting under his own will, making his own decisions. He has consciously decided that saving me was the right thing to do, and that means the world to me. After a moment of thought, I piped up and said, "Where are we going?" All he replied with was "Home," but I knew he meant Santa Barbara (I don't actually know where he grew up, he just mentioned Santa Barbara in one of his vlogs). "Ok, so what are we going to do when we get there?" I asked, staring at the floor of the car I could only guess was a Mercedes. He thought for a moment before saying, "We have to make me disappear. And since I am not alone anymore, I guess you will have to disappear with me." The sound of that made my heart race. If we were going together, we would be near each other. A lot. I had only relied on him since I was 15 years old, now I'm 18 while Jordan is 19. I had a right. Right? Anyway, I nodded my head in agreement, and he kept driving until our exit came.
When we got to the destination, I took a look around. We had pulled up to a white apartment building, and as he started to get out of the car, I slid out as well. He led, and I slowly followed. Cautious and alert, I trailed him like a lost puppy. Because technically, I was. He knocked on the door, and a boy opened the door. The first thing I could notice about him was his height. He was incredibly tall, with brown hair that falls in front of his eyes just a bit. He looked down and his eyes lit up just a bit, but I couldn't tell whether it was out of surprise or delight. Maybe it was a bit of both, but I will never know for sure. His voice was laced with happiness as he quietly exclaimed, "Jordan? Jordan!" as he welcomed us inside. The mystery boy raised an eyebrow at me as I walked through the door, but said nothing as he led us to the living room. "It's been a while," the mystery boy mumbled, to which Jordan responded, "Sure has Josh, it sure has." "I thought you were dead. It was on the news….." the boy I now knew as Josh said, the pain in his eyes. "Well…." Jordan said, and-
(A/N: TROLLED! I hope you like reading this as much as I liked writing it, even though it was a pain to fit into my schedule. And thanks to CoolMinecrafter7 for the first of 4 OC's, I hope you guys like his character Josh! Laterz! ;P )