I stand up on the final step, stopping in front of the bright red door. I don't even know if I should be here right now. What if it's not him? I roll my eyes at the thought, of course, it's him. I'm just so nervous, I haven't been this anxious since my freshmen year of college.

I take a deep breath hoping it'll calm my nerves, but it does nothing. I'm still me, going through an extremely tense situation. A very human experience. I feel Skylar's hand on my shoulder.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I don't know," I reply, fidgeting with my hands before dropping them altogether. "I mean, what is the point? What am I even doing here Skylar? What are we doing here?" Skylar raises a thick dark eyebrow.

"I'm here for whatever reason you think I am." The both of us stare at each other for a moment and I'm glad he's here. Suddenly, the door before us opens and there he is.

"So, it's been about a thousand years, still up for that date?" I burst into laughter and envelope Lary in a hug. God, it's been so long.

Once we break apart I see a girl standing behind him; she looks around the same age as us. She has sandy blonde hair and thin pursed lips.

I look back at Larry. Well, at least someone is happy to see us.

I arrive in L.A. at around noon and after I collect my bags I head towards guest services to call a taxi or Uber. However, on my trek near the airport's exit, I am stopped by a tall man with bold shoulders and long silver-grey hair.

"Stan Marsh." The guy said my name as if it wasn't a question, but an observation.

Rolling my eyes and beginning to walk away I am stopped by a firm hand on my arm. Looking down, I notice that the man is holding a sign with my name in print.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to pick you up and take you to your hotel, sir."

"Who sent you? I didn't order a car or cab service yet?"

"Please, come with me and all will be explained."

Still apprehensive and annoyed I try to figure this guy out before giving in and following him to a black SUV with very tinted windows. What is going on?

"Who are you?" I ask tentatively and the older man doesn't answer until I am settled within the confines of the luxury vehicle.

"Jack, sir."

"Okay, Jack, why are you picking me up?"

"I'm just doing my job," he replies smoothly, pulling away from the curb and onto the main street.

Frantically, for the next fifteen minutes I attempt to get answers out of this guy, but to no avail, as the man just stops responding. Up until, "Can you at least tell me who sent you?"

"Damien." The man doesn't present a last name, but he doesn't have to. Stan thimps himself in the forehead. Of course.

(*)

I proceed to zone out and watch everything flutter past my window. I try my best not to think about Kyle, but he continues to pop into my every thought no matter what it is. I somehow feel like I betrayed him in some way. I didn't have time to think, my heart led me to make my decision. I know I'm walking into some shit, and I didn't want to drag Kyle down with me. I just got him back and admittedly didn't want to sit all of 'this' on top of him—Shelly's my sister, my responsibility.

I attempt to focus on the music pouring through my earbuds and my brain automatically goes to how Kyle likes this song. I think about my car and remember Kyle's driving lessons. Then my mind goes even further dredging up the painful memory of me not being there when Kyle got his license and his first car. We talked about the first thing we would do the moment his dad handed over the keys. Beyond 'christening' his new ride he wanted to take me Starks. That was always a place we could go whenever school, our home life, or our inner thoughts became too much.

The water is peaceful there and when we no longer met up there I would still go to think about him, that was the only place I could ever be honest for a couple of years now. I could murmur his name to the pond along with all my sorrows and it would swallow them. My body suddenly jolts forward as the SUV comes to a stop.

"We've arrived."

Grabbing my duffle from beside me I open the door, letting a gust of air fill my sense as I exit. I look up at the expansive building before me. The chauffeur closes my door with a thud and tells me to head inside. "We are on a schedule," is all he says, crossing his hands neatly in front of himself.

Once again, I follow the directions and head inside to check myself in. From the pristine and expensive surroundings, I almost expected the woman at the front desk to decline me on arrival as I stood wearing a pair of old blue jeans, a faded Park County High sweatshirt, and unwashed hair.

But alas, the mocha-skinned woman smiles at me, hands over my key card, and tells me anything else I would need to know. "Welcome, Stanley, I've had a pleasure while helping you. I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," I reply just as genuine, finding her energy and smile contagious. I head down a hallway to the first set of elevators and stand in front of the golden doors. I take a deep breath and allow myself to take in this moment. The feeling of possibly being in one of the most affluent hotels in the city. The Wolfwater Summit was luxurious, but this one takes the cake. Even in chaos Damien still finds a way to show how much of a rich motherfucker he is. Correction a rich motherfucker who cares. I'm grateful for him.

Going up to my room I feel excited the more numbers I pass before it finally stops and I step into an equally modern, but grand hallway. I unlock the door and a gust of fresh hotel air welcomes me as I enter my suite. The view is amazing. I drop my duffle on one of the sofas and make my way over to the expansive window, taking it all in.

Okay, First find Shelly. Second, get me and Shelly out of here. Third, beg Kyle for forgiveness.

Question: Would you all like me to add the character names at the top again or is everyone still able to keep up with the different character's POV at this point? Pleeeeeasssee, let me know. Part 3 coming up soon.