Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Did you guys get a lot of valentines? I got a few, one of which was from my friend and it depicted my ex-friend being eaten by her dog…Nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like an angry pit-bull, right? Review!

Cody, Brianna, Kamille and Greyson piled into a cab outside the aquarium, Greyson dripping wet onto the floor of the taxi. Cody had given his sodden jacket to a random teenage girl who recognized him as a souvenir.

"Can't believe you thought it was a dolphin, you crazy little-" Cody was muttering. He finished the rest under his breath but Brianna apparently heard since she slapped his arm and muttered "Cody, language!"

"Don't 'Cody' me," he snapped. "Once again, Greyson ruined a date. Why can't we just ditch him and Kamille and go be by ourselves?"

"Because in case you don't remember, your house burnt down," Brianna said, playing with the strings on her sweatshirt.

"Yeah, and all of your stuff was ruined," Kamille continued. "Like your six hundred dollar Pastry shoes, all of your guitars except for one, all that cereal-"

"Stop!" Cody said, covering his ears with his hands. "You're very mean."

"You're very mean, mate," mocked Kamille in a high pitch Australian accent, similar to the one from the Aussie hair commercials.

"Brianna," Cody whined. "I can't take this anymore!"

"I'll make it up to you later," she tried, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

"No, make it up to me now."

"Cody," Brianna whispered, her cheeks flaming.

"Please?" He gave her his best puppy eyes, which were nothing compared to Greyson's, but apparently worked since she allowed him to pull her into his arms and kiss her.

"Oooh, Kamille!" Greyson whispered. "Do you have the notebook?"

"Always," she said, and she pulled it out of seemingly thin air. She and Greyson leaned over it and scribbled notes.

"The male seems to be trying to swallow the female," Greyson observed as Kamille scribbled as fast as she could, her cheeks becoming flushed with effort. "And the female is-"

Cody broke away, and sighed as he realized they were being observed, once again.

"Of all people," Cody whispered, addressing the heavens. "Of all people I could be living with, I get the two most insane beings on the face of the planet?"

He was staring upward, so Greyson unbuckled himself and loomed in front of Cody's face. He poked him in the cheek and whispered to Kamille.

"I think he's dead…But on the bright side, his skin is super moisturized!"

"Really?" Kamille asked, also unbuckling. She reached forward and slapped Cody's face multiple times, until he pushed her away.

"Brianna, they're feeling my face," Cody said through gritted teeth. He squeezed Brianna's hand and she sank into him.

"Grey, you and Kamille need to buckle up," she said.

"Why?" Kamille asked. "I hate seatbelts."

"Yeah," Greyson said, clearly just agreeing with Kamille.

"Don't be a bad influence on Greyson," Brianna said to Kamille.

"Right," Kamille said sarcastically. "How silly of me, not watching what I say around a fourteen year old boy. They're so easily peer pressured."

"Greyson is," Brianna replied. Kamille shrugged in agreement as Greyson played with her fingers.

"Am not," Greyson said unexpectedly. "I know exactly who I am."

"Oh yeah?" Kamille raised her eyebrows. "And who might that be?"

"I'm Greyson Michael Chance," he said clearly. "I'm a fourteen year old international pop-star who found fame while performing an acoustic cover of Lady Gaga's paparazzi in my seventh grade talent show at Cheyenne Middle School in Edmond Oklahoma. Despite the pressures of fame, I'm staying true to myself and what I believe in…Or that's what it says on Wikipedia, anyway."

Everybody laughed, even Cody.

Brianna yawned after a moment of silence.

"Greyson, what time is it?"

"Why would you ask him?" Cody asked, annoyed.

"Because he's got a freaky sense of time," Brianna replied.

"So you think he'd be a better boyfriend then me?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Brianna giggled. "Cody, baby, I think you need a nap."

"Maybe you're right," he yawned, snuggling into her.

"My pants are on fire…" Kamille added unexpectedly.

"They sure are," Greyson agreed, just as Brianna said "Yep" and Cody said "Okay."

They all yawned again, watching the light rain start to sprinkle the windows outside. Kamille's head was on Greyson's shoulder as he stroked her hair, and Cody and Brianna were cuddled up on the seat.

Soon enough, Kamille was breathing steadily, fast asleep. Then Greyson's head fell onto hers as he dropped to unconsciousness.

Cody leaned down and kissed Brianna on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Angel. I love you…"

But she had also fallen asleep, her hair fanned out across the interior of the seat. Cody felt the need to wake her up and repeat this, because he suddenly had the feeling something major was going to happen.

Should he wake her up to tell her? Why did it matter so much suddenly? He had a strange premonition of disaster, and he felt the overwhelming urge to protect the girl fast asleep beside him, as well as the two kids to his left.

"Just being silly," he muttered to himself. "Overtired."

He tried to shake the feeling of nerves and anticipation, similar to what he felt before going onstage, and put his arms around Brianna.

"I love you," he whispered again, even though he knew she wouldn't hear it. He needed to say it one more time.

He stared out the window as he thought about everything that came into his mind…Concerts, Brianna, swimming, Brianna, his friends back in Australia, Brianna.

"Oh my God!"

As he had been staring out the rain streaked window, he hadn't noticed what he was seeing. A car, headlights ablaze, was speeding out of control straight to the side of the car, straight at the backseat.

He had only a few seconds.

"Brianna, Kami, Greyson!" He shook them awake.

"Huh?" Brianna asked, sleepily. She found herself being forced to the side of the car by Cody as he attempted to shove them away from the speeding vehicle.

"NOOO!" Kamille screamed, seeing what was happening. A moving car was headed straight at Greyson, who was still asleep. "Greyson, wake up!"

But it was too late. The cars collided and everybody was flying through the air. Brianna felt pain in her head, and was alert of screaming. As she landed on the pavement, she felt cool rain sprinkling her as well as warm, sticky blood on her cheek, from a wound in her head.

She saw more blood on the pavement, and wasn't sure if it was her own or one of her friends. Police sirens were wailing in the distance.

Those were the last things she saw before she lost consciousness.