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Noon Justin's POV October 17, 2010

"Where the hell are you, man?!" I hiss into my iPhone.

"I'm sorry Justin, but traffic was terrible on the off-ramp. But we're almost there!" My cousin, Victoria Schwartz, said on the other end. Even though her name was Victoria, she preferred to be called Shortz.

"Shortz, what do you mean "we're" almost there?" I asked.

"Justin, you know I'm a sophomore. I can't drive!" Shortz stated in an obvious tone.

"Well just hurry up, will ya! I'm sitting next to some Madonna impersonator in the airport food court!"

"What's so bad about that? I'm sure she's a very nice person."

"Yeah, well he is starting to creep me out!"

Shortz screamed on the other end. "Gotta go man!" The line went dead.

"Shortz? Shortz?" I asked. Before anything else could happen, there was a loud crash from behind me. "Oh dear god, please don't let that be who I think it is." I prayed.

But, unfortunately, it was. For I saw my cousin's Bright Red 2009 Chevrolet Camaro covered in what used to be a wall. She, weakly, opened her car door and stepped out.

"S'up, Justin!" She laughed. Funny thing about me and my cousin, we look nothing alike. For example, I'm nearly six feet tall and she's probably 5'2''. I have tan skin, and even though she lives in California, she has paler skin than Gwen. I have blue eyes and she has forest green eyes. The only similar trait we share is that we both black hair. And something I find really odd, she wears all sorts of dark-clothing even though she lives in probably the sunniest place in all of America. For example, today she is wearing a black and grey ACDC tank top, navy blue cargo jeans, black combat boots, and a black leather Harley Davidson jacket.

"I can see you're doing well…" I said as I grab my luggage and walk toward the car.

"Sorry, my boyfriend isn't exactly the best driver." She apologized.

"I told you, babe, I don't have a driver's license." A man around my age with a thick Spanish accent said stepping out of the car.

He was about my height and he had tan skin. He had long dark brown hair pulled into a pony-tail, dark brown eyes, he obviously worked out, and he had more piercings than Duncan. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, baggy black pants, black combat boots, and a blue bandanna was wrapped around his neck. I noticed a blood red dragon tattoo on his left arm and a screaming eagle tattoo on his right arm.

Something about this guy reminded me of someone I saw before, but I couldn't quite place it. He walked up to me and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, amigo."

"Same here, dude."

"Justin," Shortz walked up to me. "I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Loco La Porta."

"Loco La Porta… funny, I felt like I've heard that name somewhere before." I muttered.

"Love to have this chat, but we gotta go before the cops show up!" Loco said practically shoving me into the back of the car. He tossed my suitcase in behind me and slammed the door. Shortz hopped in passenger seat while Loco slid into the driver's seat.

"Dare I ask why we have to leave in such a rush?!" I shout as Loco puts the car in reverse, pulls out of what used to be a wall, and slams on the gas.

"If I get caught, my parents will ground me for life!" Shortz shouts back. "And if the police catch Loco, he'll be deported!"

Once we were semi-safely back on the highway, I spoke up. "What do you mean, deported?"

Loco chuckled. "Well dude, I kinda, sorta, maybe didn't enter this country legally…"

I turned to my cousin. "You're dating an illegal immigrant from… where's Loco from, anyway?"

"Oh, I from-"Loco was cut off by the sound of sirens. We glanced back to see a police car following us. "Whoops. Over the speed limit I guess."

"Yeah, over the speed limit." I think bitterly. "You better pull over man." I tell him.

"Yeah, pull over…" Is all Loco says before he slams on the gas pedal again.

"Isn't he awesome?" Shortz shouts back to me.

"The best!" I shout back sarcastically.

Later, at the Santa Monica Pier Ice Cream Shop…

One of the main reasons I visit my cousin in California every few months is because of most of the perks that comes with it. I mean, the Schwartz's own the Santa Monica pier and every building on it and practically all of Venice Beach! So, since I'm related to Shortz (who had to go home to grab something so Loco had to drop her off), I get discounts on everything.

So, using that to my advantage, I bought me and all my friends Ice Cream. True, only two of them were here at the moment, but still, it's the thought that counts.

"Thanks for buying us Ice Cream, Justin." My red-haired friend Zoey said. She was seated next to her boyfriend, Mike.

"'Hey, anything for you guys. It's the least I could do after you guys went through all that torture." I said sipping my vanilla shake.

Mike had signed up for, and got onto, the fourth season of Total Drama. I tried to stop him from doing that, but to no avail. After the show was over, he came back home to a big, and I mean BIG, welcome home party. About a week later, his girlfriend Zoey moved here.

"Hey, all my personalities are in control and I met the girl of my dreams, so I'd say that show was a plus." Mike said, taking a bite of his ice cream sundae.

"Hey guys! Justin, haven't seen you in a long time!" A very pretty girl with curly black hair, tan skin, and violet eyes walks up. This girl is wearing a light purple, strapless halter top, blue skinny jeans, and brown sandals.

"Ariel, good to see-ya!" I smiled. Pretty soon, my other two friends walked in.

One of them, Danny Franks, looked like the heart-throb from a 60's beach movie. Sandy Blonde hair, tan skin, sea-green eyes, muscular, and he always wore sandals, board shorts, and a white t-shirt. But, truthfully, his looks were all he had going for him. This guy made Lindsay look like Albert Einstein!

The second one, Jesse Hoge, was basically the bad-boy of the crew. Shaggy, jet-black hair, fair skin, and dark blue eye. He basically wore a white t-shirt, a light blue flannel shirt that was unbuttoned, jeans, and brown boots. To top off the bad-boy look, he even had a 2003 Harley Davidson Soft-tail.

"Danny! Pogz! Nice to see you guys again!" I said shaking their hands.

"Why do you guys call me Pogz again?" Jesse asked sitting down next to Ariel, much to her pleasure.

"Don't you remember? Vito took over my body and he called you Pogz one day, and the name just stuck." Mike explained.

"Oh yeah." Jesse smiled.

"So, how's Hawaii, Justin?" Danny asked.

"Eh, you've seen one beautiful beach or volcanos erupt, you've seen them all." I said

Then a guy with fair skin, flippy brown hair, and brown eyes walked in. He was wearing a pink t-shirt that had "Don't laugh, it's your girlfriends shirt" written in black letters, faded jeans, and high-tops.

"Justin? Is that you man?" He asked.

"Bryan? Bryan St. James? I don't believe it!" I said happily. Bryan was probably the nicest, and sanest, person in the crew. Not much was known about him really. We do know, however, that he's from an East Coast state, he had two best friends, he apparently had the most beautiful girl as his girlfriend for awhile, and that he didn't get a chance to say good-bye to his friends or girlfriend. Other than that, he didn't tell us anything.

"Good to see you again, man! How long has it been?" Bryan asked as we both sat down.

"Two… Three months, whatever man. I'm just glad to be back." I smiled.

After a few more minutes of talking about what we've been doing since school started, I decided to get something off my chest. "So guys, what's the deal with Loco?"

"We have no idea. Shortz was the first one to meet him." Ariel explained.

"I met him the next day when he tried to steal my surfboard, and my shoes." Danny said.

"Where's he from anyway?" I asked.

"Now that's the million dollar question." Zoey laughed.

"What's the million dollar question?" Loco asked walking up to us.

"Nothing man, nothing at all." Jesse said.

"What'cha got there?" Mike asked.

"I shook some kid down by the beach for all his money; turns out he had two-hundred bucks on him! Oh, here ya go Justin, have a dollar." He said handing me one dollar.

"Gee, I can feel the love." I joked stuffing the dollar in my pocket.

"Why does he get a dollar?" Danny asked.

"Cuz he's my girlfriends cousin, you sonuvabitch!" Loco said slapping Danny on the back of the head.

"Ow! Sorry I-wait," Danny turned to me. "You and Shortz are related?!"

See what I mean? Everyone who's ever known me longer than a year should know I'm related to Shortz.

While Ariel, Mike, Zoey, and Bryan all face-palmed, I shook my head at the blonde. Jesse and Loco narrowed their eyes at Danny. "Idiot," The two said in unison.

Loco smiled and turned to Jesse. "Holy Crap dude, you sound just like my twin!"

To say everyone was surprised by Loco's statement, was possibly the biggest understatement of the year.

Ariel regained her composure first. "L-Loco, y-you have a twin?!" Did I say regain her composure? My bad, I meant to say she was the most surprised out of us all.

"Yeah, I do." Loco said raising his brows.

Mike groaned. "No! One Loco is bad enough as it is!"

Zoey turned to Loco. "He better be the nice twin."

Loco chuckled "No, amigos you got it all wrong. My twin is a girl."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Danny asked, resulting in him getting to slaps to the head, courtesy of Ariel and Zoey.

Then is hit me. Loco La Porta, he had a twin, and the twin was a girl! "Dude, I knew you looked familiar!"

"Huh?" Loco asked

"Your twin, she's that Loca girl from Heather's videos." I said

"Yeah, Justin you're right! Wow we really should've figured this out sooner." Ariel said.

"I know, I mean, Loco and Loca." Mike said.

"Yeah, man Loca really messed up. We were both supposed to go to California. But I got on the right plane and she didn't." Loco explained.

"Can we please change the subject?!" Bryan asked angrily.

I was a bit surprised by Bryan's outburst. He was usually the nicest guy in the group. "Sure, man, I guess."

We talked a little while longer about stuff that has happened since I've been gone. Then we rode on a few rides on the pier.

"So, what do you guys wanna do next?" Ariel asked. Before I could answer, my iPhone buzzed in my pocket. I got a text from Shortz.

Get 2 my place. ASAP

"I'll see-ya guys later." I said as I made my way toward her house. Good thing it's only a block away from the pier.

A few minutes later…

"She's been up there ever since she came home." My Uncle Matt said. He was the chief of police of L.A. And in mine, and practically everyone's opinion, way to over-protective of Shortz.

"Did you two say anything to her?" I ask cautiously. Don't get me wrong, I love my Aunt and Uncle, but Shortz didn't love her parents.

"What's that supposed to mean, Justin?" My Aunt Veronica asked. Wanna know what she's like? Imagine Fran Drescher dyed her hair honey blonde and that her voice was ten times more nasally, and that would be my Aunt.

"Nothing, I'll go talk to her." I rolled my eyes and made my way up to the roof. Shortz's house had five stories and then the roof. So, to save time, I decided to take the elevator.

Once I reached the roof, I heard some Taylor Swift song playing. This is worse than I thought; she only listens to Taylor Swift when she's either upset or super pissed about something. Please, please let it be the first option. I stepped out and saw Shortz sitting on the edge of. "Everything ok, man?"

"You are the only sane person in my entire family!" Shortz groaned.

"Dude what's going on?" I asked sitting next to her.

"My grades are slipping, I hardly spend any time with them, and my parents are concerned for my well-being."

"We're still talking about Uncle Matt and Aunt Veronica, right?" I asked.

"They're going to ship me out to Elmont, New York!" Shortz cried. "They're shipping me out as soon as March comes around!"

"Ok, ok, let's just calm down. You know your parents, one puff of Marijuana and they'll forget everything! Remember you're tenth birthday? Bet they don't." It was meant to be a joke, but judging by the way Shortz was glaring me down, I shuffled away from the edge of the roof.

"This is serious you jackass! I can't leave Cali! It's my home, my roots, my birth-place!" Shortz cried.

"Plus all your stuff is here." I commented. Shortz punched me in the arm, hard. "OW! If you called me over here, just so you could use me as your punching bag, I'm gone!" I said pointing to elevator.

Shortz rolled her eyes, but then turned serious. "Dude, you have to swear you won't tell anyone. This is a secret I'll take to my grave. Or, worse, Long Island."

"Dude, they're going to find out eventually." I said.

"Find out what?" Loco said, walking out of the elevator.

"How much I like you, baby." Shortz smiled. Loco walked up and kissed her. I gave Shortz a questioning look, but her death glare shut me right up.

"Wish your dad liked me that much. I don't know why he hates me." Loco said.

"You stole his squad car. Twice." Shortz said.

"So what brings you here Loco, FBI?" I joked.

"Nah, just the local cops. Turns out that kid I shook down at the beach, yeah he's one of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's kids. So, I might need to stay here for a few days." Loco said.

"You're insane, dude." I shook my head.

"Well, my parents didn't name me Loco for my sexy physique." Loco smirked.

Shortz rolled her eyes and snickers. "Dude, shut up!" Shortz playfully shoves him. Normally it wouldn't be a problem. But, Loco was at the very edge of the roof. So, he was sent plummeting five-stories down.

"OH MY GOD! LOCO!" Shortz shrieked.

"DUDE, ARE YOU OK?!" I shout down.

"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!" Loco screams in pain.

Shortz turns to me. "How come you're the only dude I know who is stronger than me?"

Later, at the Hospital…

Danny and Ariel were laughing at Loco, who is now in a neck brace. Mike, Zoey, and Jesse were standing off to the side looking concerned, and Shortz was explaining to the doctor what happened. I was trying to get a hold of Bryan, he hasn't showed up yet and Loco has been staying at his house since he got into this country.

"You look like a dork!" Danny giggled.

"I'm sorry Loco; I have to agree with kettle-head." Ariel laughed.

"Did you get Bryan on the phone?" Shortz asked.

"Nope. You know what; I'm just going to go get him." I said stuffing my iPhone into my pocket and walking out of the room. But then I remembered something so I had to go back. "Does anyone have money I can borrow for the taxi ride?"

About 5 minutes later, at Bryan's house…

"He's up stairs, dear." Bryan's mom tells me.

"Thanks Mrs. St. James." I say.

"Actually. Ms. Hunters now." Bryan's mom says sadly.

"I am so sorry." I tell her. She just glares at me than leaves. "That could've gone better." I start to mount the stairs and that's when I hear it.

Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You playing loudly. As I come closer to Bryan's room, I notice the music is coming from his room. "What the hell?" I notice his door is open and slightly. Forgetting what I came to do originally, I crept over to the door quietly and peeked in.

I was surprised to see a sort of shrine to Heather. But these were pictures I've never seen before. These pictures are of Heather in gold and black cheerleader's uniform, pictures of her with that Sarah and Andrew kids, and of her and Bryan. Together! Like a sort of… couple.

But then, I see Bryan's hand grab a picture of Heather in a cheerleader's uniform, draw a heart over her head, and then I see him pull out a lighter.

"What the hell is he doing?" I think.

He flicks on the lighter and brings it closer and closer to the picture. And Bryan's voice mixes with Whitney's.

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all this I wish you love

And I...
Will always love you
I...
Will always love you

The lighter comes into contact with the picture and it goes up in flames. I take a few steps back as quietly and quickly as I possibly could. I get the feeling I wasn't supposed to see that. I take a few deep breathes to compose myself. Then I casually walk up to the door and knock on it.

I hear frantic shuffling and then Bryan appears at the door. He seems pretty startled but relaxes once he sees me. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Loco's been put in the hospital." I tell him.

"What? What happened?"

"He… uh… "fell" off of Shortz's roof. Nothing major, just a broken collar bone or something like that."

"Well man, looks like you, Jesse, and Zoey are the only ones to not fall off Shortz's roof." Bryan tells me.

"Really? Wait a minute, when did you fall off the roof?"

"Right around when school started. I blame Danny."

Ignoring the voice inside my head screaming at me to say something about the Heather shrine and burning her picture thing, I mange to remain calm and say "C'mon man. We better get to the hospital."

"Ok, I'll drive." Is all Bryan says before we head out. Yet I'm still left to wonder why Bryan would burn Heather's picture. What did Heather ever do to Bryan?