Paul came up to me and slung an arm around my shoulder. "So Harley Davidson, what's up?"

"Nothing much, why Paulie?" I asked already giving these guys my own personal nicknames. Paul—Paulie. Dwayne—D. David—Davie and Marko—Marko-Polo.

"Where's Star?" The leader, David asked with his piercing eyes.

"She saved me, by running off and having my brother stalk her. See I snuck out tonight, so my brothers wouldn't dog tail me." I felt a pair off eyes on my back so I turned around to Dwayne the brooding looking one. "You look jus-" but I never got to finish as Star jumped on the back of David's motorcycle.

Dwayne had gotten me thinking, he reminded me of my best friend back in grade school, Evan Rodgers. I wonder why?

Suddenly I heard my brothers voice, so I did the only logical explanation, I quickly hugged Marko, who was the closest to me, so that my brothers couldn't see my face.

"They're gone." Marko whispered in my ear. Blushing I pulled away from him and headed over to my bike, ready to go home.

"Wait! Autumn! You can't go home yet, come back to our place and check it out. Please?" Laddie pleaded with me from the back of Dwayne's bike.

"Oh, fine." I agreed, I mean who couldn't give in to this kid.

"Follow me and stay close." Marko stage whispered. Everyone laughed. I blushed again and got on my bike and followed them. We rode down the steps onto the beach, all the way to the forest and then to the cliff at Hangmans Bluff and if it wasn't for Marko I would have ridden straight off the edge. But he grabbed the back of my bike just in time.

He took my hand and led me down a rickety old wooden stair case towards the base of a cave. The others were already far ahead of us, whooping and screaming.

We finally entered the cave, it was so awesome. There were curtains hanging everywhere, a huge broken fountain in the middle, mismatched couches and beds all around the outsides. "Holy crap this place is awesome!"

I was about to go over and talk to Dwayne when my stomach growled. Blushing as every head turned to me I stared at the floor. "Marko, food." The chilling voice of David commanded. I was a bit upset that Marko had to let go of my hand to go and get some food, but it did give me time to talk to Dwayne.

"Hey Dwayne. Where did you live, before you lived here?" I asked, my eyes drilling into his.

"Phoenix, Why?"

"Because, you remind me of one of my friends…Evan Rodgers?"

"That's ni-" he went to replied before Paul cut him off.

"Hey that's his middle and last name." Paul said chucking me Dwayne's ID card.

I flipped it open:

Dwayne Evan Rodgers

"Wait! What the Hell! Cordelia!" Dwayne shouted coming to realisation.

"Hey Evan."