(MILES)

Miles was floating on a cloud on the car ride home. He'd met the girl...Maya, and she'd turned out to be more than he could've ever imagined. She was not only drop dead gorgeous, but cute and funny and smart and sweet and...she didn't like him because of his mansion or his huge pool or what seemed to be limitless bank account. She liked him because she got to know who he really was. They talked about everything at The Dot.

Well, not everything. But...it seemed like it. From funny classroom stories, Maya's best friend who starred in the controversial school musical that promoted gay rights, Miles' stories about snooty girls who wanted to date him back at his private school... Things didn't get heavy. There was no talk of Miles' dad's abuse or his mother leaving or his dad's trophy wife, Madeline, who didn't give a damn about anything but money and bleaching her hair, or anything that he wouldn't want to talk about.

And, as he thought about his dad, he pulled up to his house, ready for the punishment for staying out past sunset without giving a call, but, when he walked into the house, his father didn't yell. He didn't even show up at the door. Miles hadn't been quiet about opening the door, and there was a 'beep, beep!' whenever the door opened as an alarm... This wasn't right. Something wasn't right...

Miles slowly crept into the kitchen, where he heard water over-boiling. He walked in and there was water everywhere, bubbling on the stove and the tea kettle was screaming.

"What the..." But Miles was cut off when he turned to see his father's body, slumped on the table, with blood coming from his shoulder. "Miles? Is that you?..Why the hell are you so la..." He trailed off. Shit. Miles grabbed his phone from his pocket and disregarded about a dozen texts. He dialed 9-1-1.

"Um, hello? I-um, I think my dad was...stabbed or shot...I just came home, and..." Miles' breathing was short. "Um, please. Come.." Miles gave his address, and stepped away from his father's barely alive body. What the hell happened? Where was Madeline? Who had done this? It was at an angle that was obvious that Miles' dad hadn't self-inflicted this...

So, Miles sat there, on the floor, letting boiling water bubble all over the hi-tech stove... Not sure what to do until he heard sirens.

(MAYA)

Maya was smiling her whole walk home. She took out her phone and dialed Tristan's number. No answer. Ugh, he must still be with Fab! Well, they'd had a day of whatever they were doing, and she figured Tristan could have the decency to kick Fab out for the night. Maya still had time left to go to Tristan's until her curfew, which was 10. She needed to spill her guts about her amazing date.

Maya checked the time, only 6:40. She had plenty of time. She reached Tristan's house in about 7 minutes, and knocked on the door. No answer. Maya waited for about 3 or 4 minutes until she had gotten fed up. As she started to walk away from Tristan's front porch, the door opened. It was Owen.

Owen was sweaty and still wearing his Ice-Hounds jersey. He must've had practice this afternoon... "If it isn't the liar." He remarked, shutting the door behind him so they could talk outside.

"I caught Tristan in his room with that Fab guy with both of their shirts off, and Fab's pants unbuttoned! Why would you let...that happen?! Tristan is barely 15, Maya! Why would you just leave him alone with an 18 year old guy that he barely knows! Things could have happened. They could have..." Owen obviously felt uncomfortable talking to a 14 year old girl about sex, so he just raised his arms. "You know!"

Maya widened her eyes. "Are you blaming me!? I couldn't stop them! Do you think I wanted to say "Hey, Tristan, Fab! You might not want to have sex. It's bad!"? There was nothing I could do but leave! Tristan is 15, he can make his own decisions! Now, let me in so I can talk to him! He's probably really upset with you, cause I can bet you screamed at him and scared Fab off, am I right?"

Owen rolled his eyes. "Yes, I scared the creep off. HE IS 18. HE SHOULD NOT BE TRYING TO GET IN BED WITH A 15 YEAR OLD! TRISTAN DOES NOT BELONG WITH HIM!"

"Well, you can't control who he falls for, Owen! Now let me in so I can console my best friend. You're ruining my good day!" Maya pushed past Owen and made a beeline for Tristan's room, which was locked. "Let me in, Tris. It's Maya." Maya heard shuffling and whispers. To be specific, she heard, "Go in the closet! I'll get you when she goes!" "Ugh, why? It's just her." Then, after about 20 seconds, Tristan appeared at the door. "Hey, Maya." He said, in his sassiest tone. 'I swear, if he had long hair, flipping it would be like a damn tick!' Maya thought, but she just walked in, and opened the closet. Fab fell out onto the floor.

"What the hell, Tristan? Why can't you learn? Owen just screamed my head off and I'm sure he screamed yours off too! Learn a lesson!"

Tristan just rolled his eyes. A normal thing for him to do. Sassy, as usual.

"You don't understand true love."

"I don't? Well, I know sneaking a LEGAL ADULT into my room for sexy time is not true love. I know it, Owen knows it, everyone but you two understands it!" Maya was screaming at him, not even regarding the fact that Owen might come in and see Fab again. He was shirtless. Maya had to admit, he had a nice body, but...so not the point!

"Go away, bitch!" Tristan screamed, shoving her out of his bedroom and slamming the door. Maya felt tears run down her eyes onto her quivering lip. Her one and only best friend had just made the best day of her life, meeting Miles, into the worst thing possible. She ran into Owen's unsuspecting arms... "Ugh, I hate him!" She remarked into Owen's sweaty, salty shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm not too crazy about him either at the moment." Owen said, slowly removing her grip. "Time to go kick a perv out of my brother's room for the second time. I'm sorry I've been so judgmental all this time..." Owen twisted his mouth. "I guess, maybe you're not a bad influence on Tristan. You seem to have your head on more straight. Now, go home. Chill out. I got him."

Maya chewed on her lip and nodded. She knew her way out of Tristan's house like her own, so she let herself out, and wondered how Owen would treat Tristan. Would he just yell...? She wasn't sure, but maybe Tristan needed a slap into reality.

Writer: Wow, they both had dramatic evenings. See, this won't be all fluff! It'll be dramatic too. R&R if you have any ideas cause who knows whats gonna happen next? (I have an idea, but I'm up for suggestions, ofc!)