Despite not being able to have a 'sleepover', as Kitchie put it, the four of them did hang out in his and Caim's room. Kitchie and Caim sat on Caim's bed while Mark and Quinn sat on Kitchie's bed, Quinn in Mark's lap despite her weak protests. "So were you guys ever together?" Kitchie asked. Caim looked over at him and Kitchie caught it. "What?" he asked. "I'm just asking."

"A little personal though…"

"So? They don't mind, do you?" Kitchie smiled at Mark and Quinn and Quinn burst out laughing. "Us? Together? Noooo way! Ever have been, never will be. Right?" She tilted her head up to look at her friend, who shook his head. "Right," he replied. Kitchie smiled and looked over at Caim. "See? It was fine." Caim nodded slowly but didn't vocally reply. "So how long have you known each other?" Kitchie asked. "You look really comfortable with each other so are you guys, like, old school friends or something that came here together?" Mark shook his head and answered: "We've only been friends for about a year. We met up in Washington state, just outside of Seattle." At these words Quinn looked away, focusing intently on a paperclip she spotted on the floor.

"That's so cool! I've never been to the West Coast; I'm from the East Coast. What about you Caim? You traveled right? Ever been to Seattle?" Kitchie asked. Caim shook his head. "Mostly East Coast," he replied.

"You from Washington?" Kitchie asked, returning to Mark. Mark shook his head. "No. I'm actually from British Columbia, up in Canada."

"Then what were you doing down there?"

"Trying to get here…" Mark gave a small smile.

"What were you doing there Quinn?" Kitchie asked, turning to the sole female. She laughed quietly and glanced over at him before looking away. "Um. Trying to find the ocean." Caim smiled slightly at that but when she looked over to see if he really was the smile vanished and he looked away. Kitchie, on the other hand, kept on smiling. "That's cool! Did you find it?" Quinn shook her head. "But you found it here right? It's right behind the mansion," Kitchie said. She nodded. "So how did you two meet?" Kitchie asked. "Did you just run into each other or something?"

Quinn glanced up at Mark, who smiled. "Oh no," Quinn said. "You're not telling him. You're going to make me sound like an idiot." She smacked his leg and he laughed, ruffling her hair. She pushed his hand away and crossed her arms. "I'm telling it," she said. "I tell the right story."

"You tell the story that doesn't make you sound like a damsel in distress."

Quinn rolled her eyes before looking at Kitchie. "I'm going to shorten this just 'cause it could take a while-"

"You're only going to shorten it so that you don't embarrass yourself." Quinn went to smack him again but he caught her wrist. She narrowed her eyes and he nudged him. "Keep going," he said. "Or I'll tell it." She shook her head before continuing. "Fine. Well I was in Washington trying to find the ocean and he was in Washington trying to get here. It was night as I was trying to fly from a city outside Seattle past Seattle. Needless to say that didn't work and I flew into a tree." She paused as Kitchie laughed quietly and Mark joined in.

"S-Sorry Quinn," Kitchie stammered. "But that's pretty funny!" Quinn tapped her fingers on her legs and noticed that Caim seemed to be smiling too. She shrugged a shoulder and gave a small laugh herself. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Well so I'm stuck in that goddamn tree and I hear footsteps on the ground below me. I'm thinking: oh crap, some human's going to think I'm a giant bird and try to shoot me down or something. But really it's him." She jerked a thumb at the male behind her. "So in the end he climbs up the tree, cuts the part of the stick that's sticking out of my wing, and carries me down."

"How'd the sticks pierce your wings?" Caim asked. "Wouldn't that be like a stick piercing your skin?" Quinn nodded slightly. "Kind of. It hurts like hell is all I can say. I can show you if Mark can help me get my wings out of my shirt." Mark nodded and lifted the back of her shirt enough to slide it over the tips of her wings, then he leaned back so when she opened them they didn't hit him. Quinn moved a hand to the tips of her wings and felt the two small jagged lines that showed there. "See?" she said. "Right through there." Caim winced slightly and looked away again. Mark helped Quinn pull the shirt back on.

"So that's how you met? You saved Quinn from being stuck in a tree?" Kitchie asked. "That's hilarious!" He smiled. Quinn rolled her eyes but smiled back slightly. "Very funny," she replied sarcastically.

"It really was," Mark replied simply. "So how'd you two meet?" He gestured to Kitchie and Caim.

"We met here," Kitchie replied. "Nothing as grand as your guys' story." He smiled. Quinn looked up at Mark and laughed. "Yeah. Grand."

AN: Yay! STORY TIIIIME! Heh. And more stories next chapter too XD Well I think so... most likely. I need to consult my Chapter Summary Master Notes. But even when I find out what I'm supposed to do I may just do more stories because that's what I want to do. Stories are fun :D

Hope you liked it!