Hey. Hi. Guess what. Fifty reviews. *Fangirl Squeal*

I could feel that there was a large awkwardness that was about to overtake.

"We should go," I said, brushing by him and opening the door.

"W-Wait," he stuttered, stepping in front of me.

"Whatty?"

"What are you, like… Doing?" he asked.

He probably meant in the grand scheme of things, but I honestly didn't have an answer for that. I shrugged, causing him to exhale a sigh in response.

"Look, Robbie, don't worry about it, I almost have it figured out…"

"Almost?" he interrupted. "Almost!" he yelled in shock.

"Sh!" I hushed him, closing the door again. "I still have to test my theory."

He backed away slowly. "What's your theory?"

I sighed. "My mom and dad get back together right now, I get to go back, but I'm not leaving before Skyla goes back to where she belongs."

"And how do you intend on doing that?"

"Well, that's just up to you now, isn't it?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest and smirking. His reaction was priceless.

He looked around the bathroom, like he was either just realizing what was going on, or like he was looking for an escape. Either one seemed like a plausible explanation.

"Look, Robbie…" I threw my arms in the air, trying to find the correct phrase. "Time is in your hands now."

He nodded. "Right. Right. Right," he said, not realizing that he was just repeating himself.

"You just go back out there," I said, opening the door. "I'm gonna talk to Skyla about something."

"Wait, talk to her about what?" he asked.

"Just some stuff," I responded bluntly.

He stared at me for a moment. "What's your curfew?"

I snorted. "Yeah. Like they care if I come back."

His face brightened. Hey, that was a depressing statement. Why is he happy?

"Well, that's good, you can come over to my house tonight when I'm done helping Tori," he explained. "I wanna talk about some stuff too."

Wait a minute. He was actually taking responsibility for something that he actually had nothing to do with whatsoever?

Cool.

"You want me, you get Skyla too," I added as I walked down the hall, Robbie walking by my side.

"I wanna talk to her too," he said.

I stopped and looked at him. "Oh really?"

"Yup."

And with that, he walked over to the couch and sat next to Tori. I called for the little curly haired girl who was now sitting next to my dad. My mom was sitting next to him too, but as far away as possible.

I think that calls for an internal sigh.

A minute later I had led Skyla around the corner and out of sight. I knelt down on my knees. "I told your dad where you're from."

She looked confused. "But you said…"

"Look, I know what I said, and I just can't keep it a secret from him, okay?" I interrupted, narrowly avoiding a lecture from a little girl. She nodded her head. "Just don't talk to anyone about it unless I tell you it's okay, all right?"

She nodded again. "Okay."

I studied her for a minute. "Your hair is so pretty," I thought out loud.

I wish I had her hair.

"And now I'm leaving," she said, turning around and walking back out towards the living room.

I snarled at her even though she was long gone. "Brat."

Apparently the absence of Skyla for a few mere minutes had sent my parents over the edge. The first thing I saw as I returned to the living room was my mom and dad, both now on their feet, fighting for unnecessary reasons.

I took Robbie into account, his eyes darting between the scene my parents were making and me and Skyla watching from a distance. Tori had her head buried in her hands, again regretting her decision to let us come.

"Just leave!" I heard my mom yell, pointing at the door.

"No. I won't leave, how does that sound?" dad said calmly, making my mom look like a nutcase.

My mom put her arm down and looked at him. "Fine. I'll leave, how does that sound?" she said.

As I felt all three of our hearts silently crack, I saw mom walking towards the door.

"No!" dad yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

My foot started tingling. The kind of tingling that you get when it falls asleep. It felt exactly like that, and I couldn't wake it up. I kept shaking it, feeling like a dork while Skyla was watching me, smirking. I gave up and saw Robbie looking at me too. He looked worried. So was I. I had no idea what was going on.

I watched mom and dad again. She was struggling to get out of his grip. When she kept resisting, he grabbed her other arm with his free hand. That's when it hit me. My leg started hurting, full-frontal Charlie horse mode.

"Ah!" I squeaked, shaking it and walking around, trying desperately to subside the gnawing numbness.

Oh my God. It's every time they touch.

Robbie seemed to realize that at the same time as me, because I saw his head snap up and look around the room, his eyes settling on the door. He jumped up and ran towards it, opening it and peering out. "Oh my jelly beans, Beck, your car!" I faintly heard him yell.

The next thing I knew, the pain was fading in my leg. I looked up and realized that it was because dad had let go of mom and he was walking towards the door. Mom grabbed her purse and escaped out the back door, going unnoticed.

"Oh shoot, it must've been a different car," I heard Robbie say.

I turned my head in their direction just in time to see dad whack him upside the head and leave. For the first time, I prayed that he wouldn't go after mom. Robbie closed the door and looked in my direction. I saw his eyes catch Skyla's. That was the first time that they actually looked at each other, knowing that the other knew.

The moment didn't last very long, because then Tori was standing up and stretching, groaning. "Alright, that's it," she said, walking towards me and Skyla. "Everyone out."

Then I was being ushered out the door, barely being able to grab my bag. I actually could have left it in there. All that was in the purse was the ugly fake hair. Which was being buried.

I looked at Robbie for a second. But it must have been the longest second on earth, because I felt myself being pulled out of an actual trance as Skyla tugged on the hem of my shirt.

Robbie looked at us both. "Let's go."

Not updating until this gets sixty reviews. I'm actually using that as an excuse. I'm organizing some stuff for one of my charities, and then I watched the Kony video and I was like… Game on, now I have another project. This would've been up even sooner if it weren't for that. Review for the children!