Okay, first things first, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO ELLIE aka. PrincessPurplee! Hope you had the best b-day filled with muffins and nutella and all the good stuff in the world :D I always seem to update a day or two late, don't I. Well, that's a fact about me. I'm a late person. I can't be on time to save my life. Anyways, I seem to be making a habit out of this birthday wishes. So today's question is, when's your birthday? :P I'll upload a chapter and dedicate to you guys on the glorious day of your birth :P

I'll start! I was born on 30th March :D I'll be 16 next March. 1997 FTW! Anyways, excuse my randomness. Just to warn you guys, I caught an ugly ear infection which was why I wasn't able to update yesterday. It made me cry… which is why the chapter might be a little confusing. Let's just say that I had to work with about 65 % of my brain only. Tell me if something confuses you and I'll clear it right up : )

Enjoy:

Unforgivable Decisions: 20: A Trip Down Memory Lane.

+Nick+

"Nick… Nick you've been staring blankly at me for the past minute. You can't do that while you're driving, you know." At the sound of Lucy's voice, I woke up from my daydreaming. I wasn't worried one bit about the road ahead of us. The hospital was a good drive away from our lonely farmhouse in the countryside so we were currently on the highway. What was worrying me though was that vampire. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he wasn't the last one we'd see. If he wasn't one of Lady Natasha's dogs and obviously no member of the Helios-Ra, there could only be one more person to send a vampire, clearly inexperienced, following Lucy.

Montmartre.

But it just didn't fit the puzzle. Why Lucy? Surely Montmarte wasn't desperate enough that he would use a human to reach Solange.

But now that I repeated it in my head, I realised what an absurdity I had just thought of. This is Montmarte we're talking about. He has no scruples when it comes to reaching his goals. It was the perfect plan. Sol would give in to every single one of his demands if Lucy's life had been at stake.

"Come on, spit it out, what's wrong?" she asked in irritation. But she couldn't fool me, though her voice might have seemed irritated but as I glanced back at her, worry was written all over her beautiful face. A face that might have been ashen white by now had you not known where she was through the bond. A bond that up to this very morning we both hated. As I remembered how fast this morning had turned into a catastrophe, I shook my head in disbelief. I found it hard to believe that everything had happened in the span of four hours.

I remembered myself narrowing my eyes as I read her text. Did she really just call me a whiny bitch? Look who's talking, the Princess of Bitchlandia, Bitchtopia and Megabitchtropolis all at once. I sighed as I put my phone away on the dresser. I squirmed and shifted uncomfortably in the bed trying to find a comfortable position. Without Lucy next to me, the bed was too big, too cold. After ending up face down on the pillow I gave up on any hopes of sleeping. I groaned in the pillow.

"Dude! Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep here!" I heard Logan say just a second before a pillow hit me.

"Go away Logan, I'm not in the mood." I muttered darkly as I bothered to look up to glare at him. He was standing in the doorway, half asleep, glaring back at me.

He looked at me with pitying eyes. If there is one thing I couldn't stand it was pity. "Seriously Logan. Out" I growled at him.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he said as he sat down, much to my dismay. I buried my face in my hands, unable to look at him in a moment of weakness. I was unused to this feeling.

"Have you ever been obsessed with something, Logan. Have you ever been obsessed to a point where you feel yourself being eaten away and replaced with a stranger, a sappy, love struck stranger?" I asked him.

He smiled empathically. "Lucy?" he asked. I nodded. It was surprising how a simple four-lettered word could explain the confusion and frustration I felt.

"Well bro, there's not much I can tell you that can be useful to you, mainly because I've never been in love but-"

"Wait, you've never been in love. Mr. Ladies Man." I asked in bewilderment.

Logan just snorted. "What I did was playing the field. But you my friend, you're in love." My eyes widened. Was it possible that I was in love with Lucy?

My eyebrows furrowed as I reminisced how simple my life had been when the only thing I saw in Lucy was a nuisance. Come to think of it, what happened to that slovenly tomboyish girl with braces that hit almost as hard as I did? What happened to those days when all we did was play and when either of us cheated the other would start a fight.

Ah yes, puberty happened.

I smiled as I remembered a flashback within a flashback. Flashbackception rule the world!

I had just turned thirteen and Lucy and Sol were twelve at the time. I remember spending an entire day out in the woods with them. Usually Logan would come with us, but he had a date, which at that time was quite something that made me look up to him in awe. I was thirteen and I had never had a girlfriend.

Well, you're seventeen now and you've never had a girlfriend either. Not much improvement in that department, I thought scornfully.

Anyways, we had been caught in the rain and the closest place to take refuge was the shed. But by the time we had reached the shed we were all drenched. After a whole hour the rain hadn't stopped and was beating down ferociously on the earth below it. We were all shaking with cold, out teeth shattering. After a little bit of exploring, we managed to find a blanket, but we realised quite soon that it wouldn't help to keep us warm when our soaking wet clothes kept a layer of coldness in contact with our bodies. I had removed my shirt and took the musty blanket for myself. I remember how angry Sol and Lucy had been with me. Lucy, being the most short tempered one of all, had done the unthinkable. She had stripped down to her sports bra and polka dotted underwear and made me share the blanket with her. I had been stunned.

Let's just say that Lucy was an early bloomer, and by the time she was thirteen, her body was already curvier than most girls I knew, and her chest was definitely larger. Let's just say that by the time the storm had passed. I had skilfully studied every curve on her body without her noticing. She hadn't realised that though what she did was completely innocent, she had stirred up my friend downstairs for the first time. I had trouble hiding the fact that I was aroused, and I had been embarrassed that she had made me feel like that.

"Nick… I'm going back to bed. You try to get some sleep 'kay?" my brother said softly as a yawn interrupted him. I nodded and after he left the room, I tried to go back to bed.

That's when I felt it. Lucy's alarm flow through her emotions. I sat up straight, unable to think of anything else. I put on a shirt and a pair of jeans as quickly as possible. I flew down the stairs to my car. My destination had been her school, up till the moment I remembered that she had told me that she had a fieldtrip. I swore using language that would get me grounded for a month. I grabbed my phone and called her. After just one ring she hung up on me. Maybe she was in class? I doubted it, by now they would definitely be on the road. I felt her panic increase within me then… nothing. That is when I began to panic. For three whole hours I roamed the streets in despair. I even went to check if she was at her mothers. Let's just say that the experience left me scarred for life. Before I had even knocked on the door I heard "Faster, harder, harder. Pull my hair just like I like it baby. That's right, get me on my knees so that I can suck-"

That's pretty much when I ran to my car and drove like hell's demons themselves were unleashed and were after me. I knew that Lucy would rather slit her own throat than be within five miles of her mother and her husband, and frankly, no creature with ears would blame her.

I was going mad. I had no solid lead and Lucy's emotions had shut down completely. When I was truly at the brink of crying, I felt her emtions flare at once, and just like that I felt her. I followed my instinct, the bond doing the work and guiding me. Even in that horrid hospital room with smelled completely of disinfectant, Lucy had never seemed more beautiful, not even on that cold stormy evening back when I was thirteen.

"Holy shit! Nick we just barely escaped crashing in that Volvo by mere inches! Could you be more carefully please? I swear you're going to give me a heart atta-" that's when I crashed my lips to hers, teasing her a little. I could feel her need to kiss me back, but by the way her lips were trembling I also knew that she was scared.

"Can you relax? Driving is one of the things I do best. If I'll ever crash, that's when hell will freeze over." I said as I pulled away and returned my eyes to the road.

"Nicky, you'd better thank your luck stars that I'm not dating you for your astounding humbleness, otherwise we'd be so over." She said as she held back on the laughter. I poked her in the ribs, making her squirm and begging me to stop. I smirked, knowing that she'd never dare to 'distract' me by poking back. I seriously hope that you have a tank full of gas, cause when you stop I'm going to poke you and tickle you so much, you'll have to beg me to stop.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but my car has a-" That's when I noticed the fuel meter almost empty and a little light flashing furiously.

"An empty gas tank." Lucy finished flatly. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You did this, didn't you? You somehow managed to do this!" I said in irritation. I hated looking like a fool in front of her. We may be dating – or something close to that – but we certainly would never stop the bickering. It was simply unthinkable.

"How can possible I have anything to do with this? It's called karma, you whiny bitch. Now, do you remember where the nearest station is?" she asked me. I sighed in frustration.

"Five miles away." I muttered under my breath. Lucy groaned.

"Of course." I said as I hit the steering wheel in anger. "This is just my luck. I'd been born with this curse. When I was five, I accidentally super-glued my hands to the toilet seat. It surely gave the doctors at the emergency room something to laugh about for days. When I was seven and dad took me and my brothers camping, I fell face first in a bunch of poison oak leaves. I'm prone to bad luck." I said as I rested my head on the steering wheel, accidentally hitting the horn. Some jerk passed by us and flipped us off.

"Oh don't say that!" Lucy tried to reassure me. She patted my back but I still felt like shit. "I was born Lucky, apparently. Maybe some of that will rub off on you. Come on, park the car on the side. We're walking, so I hope you brought your walking shoes. I don't want to hear you bitch all the way to your house." She said to me.

"I don't bitch! Just complain in a manly fashion." I retorted. She smiled an unconvincing little smile as she patted me twice on the shoulder.

"Sure you do." She said as she bit her lip. I parked my car to the side. She exited out of the car, swinging her cute butt as she walked. Oh, I'd surly like to slap something in a manly fashion.