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I sat on the weak, dry wood of the steps leading down to the entrance of the caves, leaning back against the steps behind me and running my finger along the grooves I could feel in the wood. I couldn't see much of anything with it being so dark out, but it gave me something to do.

This seemed like the safest option when I came out from the caves, after the guys left and I had said I wanted to stay behind, I quickly ran out of things I could do down there. I didn't want to snoop around their things, break something, or accidentally knock over a candle and set fire to the place. It looked like one big giant museum piece, like a place you'd pay a mean price to do a ghost tour of at halloween. It got to the point where I was creeped out, without the guys there the place seemed so empty and eerie.

They hadn't been in sight when I woke up during the day, but even then I knew they'd be in there, somewhere the sunlight didn't reach. After they left, things got quiet. Too quiet. With the distant waves being the only constant sound, everything else made me jump. So I came outside to where it was more open, but I hadn't ventured further than the steps.

The boardwalk had been somewhere I definitely didn't want to go anywhere near, for fear I'd meet someone there. Max, Nick, or maybe a cop or guard out looking for me from the night before. I wondered if my parents had sent some police out to look for me after I didn't come home.

Then again, I'm not really their kid, so why should they care where I am?

Yes, most of my time awake had been spent fighting off boredom only to be confronted with conflicting emotions, anger being the worst. It wasn't even anger at my so-called parents, it wasn't anger at my mother, but myself.

How had I not known?

If you were adopted, don't you think you'd know? I hadn't known, my whole life there was never any question of who I was, I didn't even have any sibling to convince me I came from a circus or aliens dropped me off, and yet the thought never crossed my mind that the people I was living with weren't my actual parents.

Eventually my brain started getting a little crazy, trying to remember if I had ever seen any photographs of my mother pregnant, or them with me at the hospital. Surely they would have brought a camera? People always take pictures of their babies when they're born, like they're the most beautiful sight ever when to most other people they just look like every other baby.

The story of my birth was your standard run-of-the-mill birth, Mom went into labour, Mom and Dad went to hospital, a few hours later Baby Bryn was born. No corny stories of how the car broke down or anything like that, I guess maybe they didn't want to dress it up too much.

I shook my head, not allowing the thoughts to take hold like they did earlier, when my head felt light and everything seemed a little loose around the edges. Thank God the guys were asleep, because I probably looked like I was going insane.

It sure as hell feels like it.

It was like I was being pulled a million different ways, part of me wanted to find the woman who claimed to be my mother and make her tell me everything, another part of me wanted to go to my parents and demand to know why they saw fit to lie to me all these years. I also wanted to get up and go somewhere, but right now all I could think to do was hide and hope it would all blow over. I knew it wouldn't, but I needed more time before I could face knowing any more.

That being said, the longer I left it, my real mother might leave. I would like to think after turning my whole world upside-down that she'd stick around for a while, but maybe she took my mood-swing too seriously the other night and she was gone for good.

My parents were probably worried, maybe they ran into Nick and thought he would have known where I was. After that, maybe they'd panic and call someone. Maybe they wouldn't.

I shivered from the cold as a breeze hit my shoulders, the jacket I had on was doing little to protect against the sea breeze. Finally I gave up and hauled myself off the steps, trying as best I could to navigate the path leading back to the caves in the dark, a sharp splinter in the palm of my hand was enough to put me off using the wooden railings.

"Shit." I hissed as I cradled my hand, I would need to get that out pretty soon. Thankfully the cave had some well-lit parts so would be able to see it easily enough.

I stood under a beam of light coming from the ceiling a few minutes later, which was conveniently close to some candles. I could feel a stinging pain around the area with the splinter, so it wasn't long until I got it out, holding it triumphantly between the thumb and finger of my other hand.

"Gotcha." I said with a smile.

"Got what?"

I whirled round, caught completely off-guard by the other voice in the caves, I was convinced I was the only one here.

"I, uh, got a splinter." I explained, blushing as I rubbed the area where the splinter had been to relieve the pain.

"Oh." Dwayne replied, "Sorry for scaring you." He added.

"It's fine, I was distracted so I didn't hear you come in. And I didn't hear your bike either." I added as an afterthought, how the hell did I miss that?

"I didn't take it." He shrugged.

I raised an eyebrow, "You walked back here?"

"Flew."

My eyes widened at the memory of Paul telling me they could fly, "Oh, I forgot that. Which sounds really bad, how do you forget someone can fly?" I laughed.

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-hearted smile, "I guess you've had other things on your mind."

I nodded, "Guess I have." I said with a sigh, before glancing around before looking back at him, "Did you forget something here?"

"No, but you seem to be forgetting you need food." He said, and I barely had time to ask what he meant before a chinese carton was tossed into my hands which had reached out in instinct.

"Oh, thanks. I now Paul wanted me to come out with you guys earlier and get food but I didn't feel like going near the boardwalk yet. I guess I could've made an effort and got food for myself. You shouldn't have to get it for me." I rambled, sitting down on a crate nearby.

"I don't mind." He said, throwing the pair of chopsticks that came along with the carton onto my lap before turning to walk over to the fountain.

I smiled even though he didn't see it, "Thanks." I opened the carton to see some noodles inside, the smell wafting upwards and causing my stomach to rumble. Some part of me felt rude for eating when he wasn't, then I remembered he'd probably have gotten food before he came here.

Before I could even scold myself for calling a person "food", I hug into the noodles and didn't even take a breather before the carton was empty. I self-consciously wiped my mouth on the edge of my sleeve as I glanced up to see him watching from where he was sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"Sorry, guess I was pretty hungry." I apologised, awkwardly balancing the empty carton on my knee.

"You don't have to apologise." Dwayne said simply, his eyebrows knitting together. Great, now he thinks I'm weird.

"Sorry."

The word flew out of my mouth out of instinct, embarrassment more than anything else. I waited for a raised eyebrow or a sigh, but instead I could've sworn seeing a ghost of a smile play on his lips. But maybe it was just me.

"So what have you been up to?"

The conversational tone seemed out-of-character for him, a little too bright to be convincing. Maybe David had sent him back here to make sure I wasn't snooping around their stuff.

"Nothing." I explained, adding a shrug for emphasis, "Just hanging around. Not doing anything, I just went outside for a bit but I came back in just before you got here."

"I saw you coming in, I wasn't far behind you."

I sighed, sensing a great big elephant in the room, his eyes were watching me a bit cautiously, "Thanks for bringing me food, but you don't have to come back here on my account. You can go back to the boardwalk and-"

"I wanted to come back here."

"You don't have to try and make me feel better, I know I'm just a burden staying here." I said with a slight laugh, I appreciated the lie but we both knew I was a walking pity-case.

I watched his jaw clench slightly, and regretted the words immediately, if he was trying to be nice the least I could do was just accept it. He stood up, and slowly walked over. I couldn't help the gulp in my throat as he came closer, his height doing little more to help as he eventually towered over me where I sat on the crate. He slowly lowered into a crouch until we were at eye-level, not even needing to support himself as he balanced perfectly, his gaze unyielding as it held mine.

"You are not a burden." He said, each syllable stressed with determination, and I found myself wanting to believe him. That maybe I wasn't just taking up space and stopping everyone from having a good time, that my problems weren't bothering anyone else.

I dropped my eyes to my hands which were clasped tightly around the chinese carton, the cardboard making a noise of protest as my nails dug into the corners.

"I feel like it." I whispered, almost to myself. Had I been talking to a human they might have missed it, or confused what I was saying. Not even a human would have missed the tear that fell down my cheek though, one small drop of betrayal for how messed up I felt. For the entire time I was alone in here I never cried once, even though the fact I was alone wold have been perfect for getting everything out. But no, I had to wait until someone else was here for the waterworks to turn on.

I sniffed quickly, grabbing the sleeve of my jacket to wipe the tear away with, but he managed to beat me to it. I didn't dare look up as his thumb ghosted over my cheek, catching the tear before it made it's way down my jaw. He brushed the tear away gently and I remained frozen in place, my brain now preoccupied with trying to find the courage to meet his eyes again.

Rather than lower his hand, his fingers traveled down my jaw until he met my chin, and he took it between his thumb and index finger, lifting it until my face was at level with his again. Then I had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"Don't." He said, and for a second I wondered what he meant, if he was telling to cry. But then I realised it was a response to my earlier statement of being a burden, and somehow that one word made things feel just a little better. My shoulders felt just that little bit lighter, and I took a relieved breath for what seemed like the first time in ages.

Feelings be damned, as well as my inability to have any contact with him without my heartbeat playing up, I quickly disguarded the empty carton on the floor to close the distance and wind my arms around his neck, closing my eyes to fight off any panic that I might have made a mistake with this and held on tightly, resting my head against his shoulder.

Even though I convinced myself I didn't care how he'd react, it did reassure me when i felt the hand that had previously held my chin rest on the small of my back, the other around my waist, and a comfortable silence settle over us. Probably for the first time since I met him, I didn't feel nervous at all, especially not about the contact. I felt peaceful, which was a welcome feeling right now.

Nomatter how much I wanted to stay in the embrace, we couldn't stay like this all night, so reluctantly I pulled back. I felt behind me for the edge of the crate and sat back on it, glancing up after I had settled myself and I cleared me throat.

"Thank you."

He didn't say anything back, but he didn't need to. Instead he nodded once and stood back up, his gaze travelling to the entrance of the cave.

"Do you feel like going out yet?"

My shoulders tensed a little at the thought of the boardwalk, and I smiled politely, "I don't think I can-"

"Going out doesn't mean going to the boardwalk." He interrupted, as if hearing my previous thoughts. Sure I knew the boardwalk wasn't the only place in Santa Carla I could go, but it was a preferable hangout for the guys so I never assumed there'd be anywhere else any of them would want to go.

"Oh." I said, thinking for a second, "Where would going out be, then?"

His eyes moved in thought, "Maybe the beach, but away from the boardwalk. And any parties the surf nazis might be at." He said with a sideways glance at me, probably guessing I'd be nervous about meeting Nick on the beach.

"Okay." I said, finally agreeing getting out might be a good idea, and the beach could help relax me, I stood up and walked over to him, passing him as he gestured for me to go first. When I got to the opening of the caves I noticed how dark it had gotten, only the lighthouse nearby and the moon to provide any light.

"Sure is dark out." I stated, "Do vampires have good night sight?" I asked, turning to him.

He came out from the darkness of the caves into where the moonlight provided enough light to let me see his thoughtful expression, "I guess so, why?"

"Just wondering, it may be harder to walk when we get away from the lighthouse." I remarked, some of the roads were really quiet and deserted. And it was at least a few miles to any beach, we'd be walking for some time.

"Who said anything about walking?"

I froze, "Huh?"

"We're not walking." He said, as if it was obvious.

I scoffed, "If we're not walking, how are we gonna…" I was mid-way through gesturing to the road when I realised we did have another option other than driving or walking, well, he did, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

He shrugged, "If it's flying, then yes."

"I can't fly!"

Under any other circumstances, the genuinely amused laugh I had earned from him would have caused a smile to break out on my face, because it really was amazing, but I was far too stunned at what he thought we were going to do.

"I know, but I can. I'll carry you."

I threw my hands up, "What if you drop me?!"

"I won't drop you." He said, a chuckle lifting the middle of his sentence.

"How do you know?"

"I just know." He answered simply, and I went silent. Part of me was telling me to say no and go back into the caves and stay there. But another was telling me I needed to get out, and plus… Flying. The idea was equally as enticing as it was terrifying.

He seemed to sense my reluctance and stepped closer, "I won't drop you. you'll be fine, just trust me." He said, casually taking one of my hands where it had been folded over the other to pull me along with him as he started walking up the steps.

"This is insane!"

I had to shout over the noise of the waves as we stood on Hudson's Bluff, he had managed to get me the whole way up here without me protesting, but now standing at the edge looking down at the angry waves crashing against the rocks, I suddenly remembered I wasn't exactly an olympic-standard swimmer.

"Do we really have to fly from here? Can't we go somewhere lower down?" I asked, trying to smooth my hair out of my face where it kept flying around.

"We can, but we're not going to." He said, a daredevil smile playing on his lips.

I narrowed my eyes, "And here I thought Paul was the craziest one in the group." I said in a sarcastic tone, because this probably topped anything I had done with Paul, which included jumping off my porch roof into his arms.

His smile turned into a full-on grin and as he turned to look down at the drop I took a second to admire him, before catching myself and reminding myself I had more important things to think about. Like the fact I was doing something completely crazy, completely dangerous, and something I'd have never dreamed of being able to do. You always hear people saying they'd love to be able to fly, I couldn't comprehend the possibility of actually doing it.

I had been so lost in thought I jumped when Dwayne's hands found my waist and urged me right over to the edge, until my toes were about to go off the cliff. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I clenched my fingers aroudn the leather of his sleeves so tightly my knuckles hurt.

His chest pressed into my back and it wasn't until i felt how still he was that i realised I was shaking, my breath whistling out through my clenched teeth.

"Ready?"

He said it in my ear, quietly but still I could hear him over the waves, I clecnhed my eyes tight for a second before opening them and nodding.

"Yes."

He didn't even wait a second to give me a chance to change my mind before my feet left the edge of the cliff and the wind it me with full-force as we fell, I gasped as the feeling of falling tok hold and I panicked as I realised we were getting dreadfully close to the water. I registered the feeling of water drops hitting my face, and I was sure the next thing I felt would be a wall of water slamming into me and dragging me under.

Instead, I felt nothing.

I didn't realise my eyes had closed out of instinct until I opened them and saw waves far below us, at least a hundred feet. Wind ghosted past me and under me, and Dwayne's arms kept a firm grip enough for me to feel safe as we flew over the sea, slow enough for me to take everything in.

A breathless laugh escaped me as the weight of what I was actually experiencing struck me, I was flying. Well, Dwayne was, but he had me with him. There were no wires, no special effects or trick of the mind, we were actually flying.

"This is…" The words died in my throat as I tried to find some word to define the moment, but I couldn't, "I can't even describe this." I managed to say, looking back over my shoulder. He had an exhilarated smile on his face, and I could tell no matter how many times he had done this, I bet he never got used to it. His eyes held mine and he raised an eyebrow.

"Worth jumping off Hudson's Bluff?"

I laughed, "Definitely." A grin pulled at my lips and I turned to stare out ahead of us, catching the lights from the boardwalk coming into view. Everything looked small from up here, even the boardwalk which seemed endless when you walked on it seemed insignificant up here, everything did. Finally everything seemed to be a little less frightening.

When the lights had passed by I noticed we got closer to land, a small un-lit stretch of beach far away from the boardwalk, nobody on it by the looks of it. My feet stretched out automatically as the ground came closer and eventually they touched sand, I stood straight with a light head, not enough to make me woozy, but it definitely added a buzz to everything. An adrenaline rush probably, judging my how my nerves all tingled and my heartbeat felt stronger, blood pumping through my veins fast.

"Sow how was flying for the first time?"

My head turned from looking up at the sky I had been part of just a few minutes earlier to look at Dwayne, who still had a smile, his hair dishevelled even more from the wind but away from his face, which somehow managed to look even more gorgeous now.

I took a second to enjoy the bliss and stare out at the waves, because I knew it was only temporary, the good feelings would fade when I had to decide what to do. But for now I felt amazing, and I was never going to forget this moment, the first time I flew. With Dwayne.

My smile matched his as I met his eyes, "Perfect."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!