A/N

Thank you for all the review, just a bit more next time though. Maybe we can reach 55 or more. The goal right now is 55.

I forgot the translations in the last chapter so here they are:

Schön- Beautiful (but that was kinda obvious)

Nicht- No

Ich freue mich- My pleasure

Please tell me if these are not right! :D

Chapter 4

Tiny Turkeys

I hadn't seen Flynn all week. His house seemed darks and deserted and they had just moved in not more than a week ago. I admit I wanted to see him again, hoping he would be able to get my mind off Zach and his crazy confusing statements from Monday.

I sighed as I stared out my window. I was supposed to be doing all my make-up work but kept getting distracted by the outdoors. The leaves were chasing each other outside in the wind that was slowly creeping us towards November. It was getting colder but not cold enough for all the crazy things that went on, on Homecoming week. There were crazy costumes for each of the themed days. I only participated in Pajama Day. Hey, who doesn't like spending the whole day in their P.J.'s?

My dad had come home from his trip, looking tired and worn. I just let him go into his office and work. Than let him go to his room and sleep, bring him food when it was meal times. Now that mom was gone I made our meals. Thankfully I was better than my mom, thanks to my grandma. But she was all the way in Nebraska. I hoped we would go there next summer or for Christmas.

I closed my eyes but snapped them open when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I look down from my perch in the window. I had a bay window so I could close myself off when I wanted to be alone. Which was a lot these days. I knew that car. It was Flynn's car. A Volvo and a nice one at that.

I saw him get out of his car but I was up and running before he had his torso out of the car. I jammed my feet into a pair of flip flops before wrenching the door open. "About time you came back." I said. Flynn spun around a look of surprise on his face. Than he smiled.

"Sorry… had business elsewhere." He said not meeting my eyes, like he was hiding something.

"Just come inside, It's kinda chilly out here." I said, turning around. I swear I saw him smirk as I headed inside. Flynn did follow me though, but he did seem to limp a bit. "You ok?" I asked when he came through the door.

Flynn looked at me calculating. "Yea, just sprained my ankle… yesterday." He said never breaking eye contact with me. I nodded and led him to the kitchen.

"Cam? Who is here?" my dad called.

"A friend." I heard his office door open.

"Well that depends on what friend it is." He was muttering. He stopped short when he saw Flynn. Flynn looked at my dad with the some calculating look he gave me. Only it was harder.

"Dad. This is Flynn. He just moved here from Germany." I said hesitantly.

"I bet he did." Dad said still looking at Flynn. It was like they were talking to each other through a mental link.

"Um, Dad?" I said, causing him to break eye contact with Flynn. I jerked my head telling him to leave. My Dad nodded, but looked uneasy. So did Flynn. I frown a bit. "What was that?" I asked Flynn.

"What was what?" Flynn asked sitting at one of the bar stools.

"You two were… looking strange." I said giving him a look.

"We were just meeting for the first time." Flynn said.

"But you didn't say hello to him." I said, hands on my hips.

"Ah, you caught me Cameron, we did not. I already met him. He came over the other day to invite us over for dinner like you predicted which happens to be tonight." Flynn said, smiling.

"Damn, tonight?" I said. Flynn nodded.

"Well he could have told me sooner so I could have gone to the store, gotten something to eat and maybe I would be cooking!" I said. Why did my dad pick this Friday? Why not next Friday when the dance was going on so I would have an excuse to go?

"We could go now." Flynn said holding up his keys.

I rolled my eyes. "I have to plan what we are going to eat first." I said. I pull out a cookbook, pulling a barstool to the other side and a pad of paper for a grocery list. "How about a cheese plate for an appetizer?" I asked Flynn.

"Hey you're the chef, you plan the menu."

I give a small smile. Flynn pulled a cookbook out and started looking at it with me. "This Italian?" he asked pointing to a recipe for Capellini.

I nodded. "Don't know what it is though, never made it before." I said.

"Hey Camster," my dad came into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw Flynn. "So your still here." He muttered. I glared at my dad as Flynn looked back down to the cookbook.

"Yea Dad?" I asked.

"I guess you already know but his family is coming over for dinner tonight and I forgot to run to the store."

"It's ok Dad, I got it." I said smiling a bit at my forgetful dad.

"Great, I'll just be… in my office." He said turning quickly as a beeping came from his office. Flynn watched my dad's retreating back as I went back to the cookbooks.

"Something wrong?" I asked. Flynn shook his head grimacing as he moved his arm a bit. I ignored it but sent him a look. Something did not seem to fit.

We sat there at the counter for a good 30 minutes before Flynn said "How about these tiny turkeys?"

I covered my mouth to keep the giggles in. "You mean Quail?" I asked a small giggle creeping out.

"Something like that." Flynn said smiling at my laughter.

"There are no such things as tiny turkey's Flynn." I said.

"Well this book here begs to differ.' Flynn said and turned the cookbook around, pointing to the page he was on. The caption really did say 'tiny turkey'

"I stand corrected." I said laughing still. I heard Flynn chuckle as we turned back to our cookbooks.

"I think I'll just go steak with rosemary and garlic mashed potatoes and then a butter lettuce salad." I said getting annoyed with looking in cook books.

"Sounds complicated." Flynn said.

"Not really. The hardest will be the steak." I said getting up to and sliding the cookbook back into place.

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I quickly chopped off the ends of some asparagus. I had decided not to do the salad since I could not find the lettuce I needed for it. Carefully I placed the asparagus on the grill we had covering our stove top. A few flames leaped up at me from the oil but they dies down. Cooking was one way I could relax and go off into my own little world, just like being outside in the woods.

My mind started to wonder to the woods that had been calling me all week. I wanted to feel the soft cool dirt between my toes and the cool water of the creeks on my calves. I imagined the birds flying amongst the leaves that were falling in all different colors. I could see the deer peeking their heads out from behind trees as they heard unknown noises.

Then I remembered what I was doing and rushed to save the asparagus. "Need help Camster?" my dad asked coming into the kitchen.

"Can you peel the potatoes?" I asked focusing on the marinade I was concocting.

"Your mom always used to cook like this before we had company." Dad said.

"Well than she'd burn it halfway through." I said smirking down at the bloody hunk of meat in my hands.

"Your mom could do better than steak and potatoes for guests." Dad said.

"Really Dad. You're going to pull that card with me." I said whirling around to face him. Dad stared me down. We were both glaring at each other when there was a knock on the door.

My dad put down the potato he was peeling and wiped his hands off before hurrying to go answer the door. He was really trying to push me tonight wasn't he? First not telling me we were having Flynn's family over for dinner than criticizing what I was making. I heard him open the door and greet Flynn's mom and dad. "She's in the kitchen.' I heard him tell Flynn after all the "Oh it smells wonderful." And "What a beautiful house you have."

Flynn came in looking nice in a button down bright plaid shirt and jeans. "Hey." He said. I nodded but that turned to face him a frown on my face.

"What?" he asked.

'Say that again." I said crossing my arms.

"Hey? Why may I ask?"

"Your accent… where is it?" I frown even more. Flynn pales a bit, licking his lips before replying.

"Just practicing my American accent, don't want to stand out too much." He said. I really did not believe him. I slowly turn back to my steak. This day was bothering me.

My dad led Flynn parents in and poured them some wine. At one point I felt their eyes on me until I shifted my position accidently bumping Flynn's arm. He let a puff of pain escape his mouth as I did. "Sorry." I muttered. I didn't ask. Why would he tell me anyway?

I severed dinner as everyone sat around the table trying to play the perfect hostess. My dad's eyes narrowed as Flynn took my waist to keep me from falling when I tripped over the rug. I sent my dad a look.

Dinner was a quiet affair. My dad asked Flynn a few questions about his schooling and things he did in his free time. The adults talked a lot. Finally at the end of dinner I served them all coffee and a panna cotta I had made. Flynn gave me a smile was I set his down. "Just sit down" he murmured as I did. I nod and move to my seat at the other end of the table.

I moved the panna cotta around my plate before clearing the table and letting the adults talk. I hurried up to my room, Flynn behind me. "Goodness that was torture." I said flopping on my bed.

"Your father seemed a bit off." Flynn said standing in the middle of my room survey his surroundings.

"I don't think he trusts you very much. He's been having a hard time with guys around me lately." Flynn gave me a questioning look.

"Another time." I said, getting off my bed and disappearing into my closest.

I slipped out of my skirt and flowing white top into sweats and a dark blue tank. I stepped back out into my room to see Flynn in the same spot I left him in. He seemed to be thinking hard. "What happened?" he asked looking down at me.

"I said that story is for another time.' I said. But Flynn was pretty persistent. I kept saying no.

Eventually he started telling me about all the traveling he had done in his life. He had been to so many exotic and exciting place it was hard to believe he was only 17 and not 60. We were just lying around sometimes talking, sometimes in a comfortable silence.

"Nice Guitar." Flynn said scooting over to where I had a guitar propped up. He picked up my sharpied guitar.

"Ummmm..." I picked at my bedspread. That guitar was the result of my broken-hearted bored days. "

It's cool. You draw like this a lot?" he asked. I nodded slightly.

"So you're an artist." He said.

I draw a little." I muttered. Flynn sat down on my bed beside me holding the guitar in his lap, looking at it.

'You play?" I shook my head, smiling lightly.

Flynn smiled. "Come on." He put the guitar on my lap.

"No." I said moving away. I remembered when Zach tried to teach me to play the guitar. It hadn't ended well.

"Come on Cam." He moved closer and put it back in my lap. "Just put your fingers there.' He adjusted my hand on the fret board, positioning it. His hand was warm and soft as he moved my hand. Flynn moved my other hand to the strings. I looked up at him as he positioned my hand sin the right places.

He had a look of concentration. I smiled. "Now just strum it." I did and it didn't sound half bad. "That was just a simple C cord." He said.

We spent another half an hour doing than ending up laughing because I was doing so badly. Now I was kinda using Flynn's chest as a pillow as we regained our breath. "You want anything to drink?" I asked sitting up. Flynn shook his head. "Well I do. Be right back."

I went down the stair as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the adults. But then I caught a piece of their conversation.

"…it is getting worse. Soon this place will not be safe anymore for her." "This is the safest place." It was my dad. "The Circle is gathering, they have many people here already maybe some of her friends."

"What will we do if this place is not safe?"

'We will have to relocate. Flynn got a nasty cut this week. They will not stop to kill…" Just than a hand was slapped over my mouth. Flynn's voice was in my ear.

"Just walk away Cammie. Just walk away."

A/N

And the plot thickens…. What is Flynn hiding? What is the connection between Flynn and Cammie's dad? Until next time…..