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Same Blood
Part One
Chapter Five

            It was well past midnight - almost three in the morning as I stepped out into the cold night.  The cold didn't bother me, which wasn't surprising, my body wasn't supposed to be changing anymore. 

I didn't want this.  Any of this.   

I didn't want to be a vampire, I didn't want to live in never-ending darkness, didn't want to fall in love involuntarily. 

It can make you fall in love.

Whatever happened to free will? Or to choosing my own destiny?

Why did Emerson and Connor decide this life for me? I hated change, and they both knew that.

They saved us; I knew that.  But if I had known what the alternative to death was...I would have chosen death.  I would have never even known what had happened, and been perfectly happy with that. I like to make my own choices. 

It was like I had two different personalities inside me; like the angel and devil on your shoulder when you can't make the decision between what you want and what you know is right and natural. 

One part of me - the angel side - was telling me that this was all wrong and to go back to what it all was before.  I knew that Em and I being together was wrong.  As much as I loved Emerson, he's always been a friend; nothing more.  I was being forced into something that I didn't want and wasn't prepared for, and it made me want to resist harder.

But the fledgling part of me - the devil side - was pulling me in the direction I knew was wrong.  My newfound instincts were telling me that Emerson was right for me, and that it's natural to crave blood and to be so much more evolved than humans.  And that Impressions were just something to accept, and you couldn't do anything about it. 

But I was determined to change that.  Maybe it wasn't a romantical Impression, maybe if I stayed away from Emerson for a while we could stay friends, and we wouldn't fall in love, and I could be happy that way; with this life.  Just don't lead him on to believe that anything had changed between us, and it would all be okay. 

            "Hey you two, wake up," Emerson's voice broke through to my consciousness.  I opened my eyes sleepily and pulled the covers off my head.  I glanced over at the door to see him standing in front of it, he saw me awake and was beside me in seconds, "good night," he said softly and leaned in to kiss me, I quickly pulled the covers back over my head,

"I don't wanna get up," I mumbled. I felt his weight leave the bed and heard him cross back over to the door. 

"C'mon, we're leaving in an hour," he said smoothly, then exited. 

I peeked out of the mess of blankets and saw Sam already up and rummaging through the drawers of her dresser.

"You were right, he's got it bad," she said, "You should have seen his face when you did that."

"I know.  Is there anything weird with you and Connor?" I asked, she shook her head, "nope."

I groaned, "This sucks."

            After some coffee and blood we headed out into the freezing night.  Again, the cold didn't bother me.  It was about ten o' clock and everything was silent. I pulled the hood of my jacket up over my head and looked over at Em, "are you sure about this?" I asked. 

He nodded and smiled, "See if you can keep up."

And he was gone.  I picked my feet out of the snow and started running.  Instantly my surroundings changed and I was speeding through the countryside.  Sam was right next to me, looking as amazed as I felt, and I could see Emerson up ahead. 

I didn't feel tired or out of breath at all, which was shocking to me - it shouldn't have been, but it was - and I caught up with Emerson quickly. 

"This is amazing!" I shouted, he grinned at me and motioned for us to follow him. 

We made it there in about two hours - covered in snow and sopping wet - and Emerson knocked on the door softly. 

"Em!"  said a girl as she opened the door and rushed to hug him.  As usual for all vampires, she was gorgeous; her hair was blonde and curly and bounced around her face and shoulders as she ushered us inside, talking very quickly.

"You must be Samantha and Brooklyn! Connor and Emerson have told us so much about you - William! Kyle! - I'm Alexis, Alexis Hammonds, but everybody just calls me Alex. I'm so excited to meet you! Connor and Em are always talking about you, but we never got to meet you; you know, with the whole human thing.  They told us about what happened--"

"Okay Al, let them breathe," said one of the boys as they entered the room, "I'm William, and this is Kyle.  Nice to meet you," he said politely, smiling down at Alex as he wound his arm around her waist.  I suddenly felt very aware of Emerson and took half a step away from him. 

"You too," I said, "you can call me Brooks."

"Call me Sam," she cut in.

"Hi," Kyle said, he was tall and well built with a boyish face and a mess of red hair; William was slightly shorter and skinny with short brown hair, kind of geeky looking but in a good way, both were grinning at us excitedly. 

"How was the trip?" Kyle asked. 

"Wet," I replied, shaking water out of my hair, everyone laughed. 

"It was their first run," Emerson informed them.

"Was it exciting?" William asked us, we nodded excitedly, "it was amazing," said Sam. 

            We stayed there for the day, talking and laughing and getting to know each other.  I really liked Alex and Kyle; they were funny and cool and we were a lot alike.  Kyle played guitar and Alex grew up in the Chicago area like I did; only about fifty years before me. 

I was hyper aware of Emerson all day.  I discreetly tried separating myself from him - squeezing between Sam and Alex on the sofa, leaning up against walls - to no success.  He would sneak up behind me and wrap his arms around me or interlace his fingers with mine when I wasn't paying attention. 

"They're sneaky," Alex said to me as I successfully shook Emerson off again, "You gotta watch out."

I noticed that Alex talked very quickly.  So quickly that sometimes it was hard to make out what she was actually saying.  It was quite entertaining actually.  I said goodbye to her outside and rolled my eyes at her as Emerson wound his fingers with mine again and pulled me alongside him. 

Ugh. Filler. 

"Jonathan cook," she said, whoever he wasn't he was going to be okay.

"Pete don't cry," she said, he voice was stronger now, "everything going to be fine." she faked a smile, I knew she was faking but I 

didn't let her know that I knew.

The ambulance showed up almost a minute later, and they strapped her into a stretcher, in the light I could see her face was tear stained and she ha a black eye and bloody nose, they let me ride with her since I was the only one there. Jocelyne was conscience enough to give 
them her moms number, I guess she told them everything like insurance and all the information, and as much as she wanted to be on a plane ride back, she couldn't, or else the label would lose a lot of money. After a couple hours after the checked her out they let me see her.
She was sleeping so I just held her hand.

After a couple more hours she woke up.

"Pete!" she said, her voice was hoarse, she gave a huge smile. "you don't know how happy I was to see you."

I just smiled and was so happy that she was alive.

"I should've gone with you or something," I said, guilt clear in my voice.

"no, we can't change it, it doesn't matter." she said.

"but it does matter, If you haven't noticed, your kinda in the hospital." I said starting to get angry.

"please don't get mad," she pleaded, "I just need my boyfriend right now!" she said looking deep into my eyes, i still wanted to argue with her logic, but i didn't want to upset her.

"I'm sorry," I said and climbed into the bed with her.

She rested her head on my chest. Eventually she fell asleep again, I felt like the luckiest person ever. If she died I wouldn't know what I would have done.

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so this was short

but more soon

"Beckett!" I yelled from the stage, smiling to myself. "You better be out here in, oh I don't know, oh point 2 seconds."
"I'm here, I'm here," he said calmy, putting his hands up as his tall lanky figure stalked by.
"Good. Now, what did Carden say about being late?" I asked, glancing down at my clipboard.
"Oh, no he's getting here on time," replied William, picking up the mic.
He started vocal warm-ups as I walked backstage to find Pete.
"Peterrrr," I sing-songed as I spotted him standing, talking to Chizz.
"So, Bilvy's warming up. The sound guys are done, so I guess all is well," I said.
Pete nodded, then took a sip of Aquafina before replying.
"Great. Thanks a lot, Camilla. Sorry I called you so last minute, but I'm really glad you could help out."
I suppose now is when I 'catch you up to speed' or something like that. If you didn't preasses, it's been quite a few years since I graduated from Rockwell High School. 6, to be exact. So now my 25 year-old self is working at a record label. After graduation I moved to Chicago, went to college, dropped out of college after two months, worked at an art place, quit, went back to school, graduated with a music degree, and now I'm here. I had met Pete just as I was graduating college, and he offered a job to me at DecayDance.
Honestly, who could turn that down? 
Now I went from stage to stage all over the East Coast, helping manage pre and post-show madness. I still don't quite get it, but Pete puts a lot of trust in me. He sends to me to big jobs, jobs I never imagined myself capable of. I met Beckett almost right after earning my job, and we'd become friends instantly. This was what I was meant to do with my life.
After setting the clipboard down, I decided to go for a walk around the grounds, get a feel for Warped Tour. I nervously made my through the sea of teenagers, feeling awkward and out of place. I looked up to see a girl wearing shirt that said Become What You Hate.
Midtown. Gabe's Midtown. Gabriel Saporta. The one and only. I had bought tickets ages ago to go and see them live, but didn't have the nerve. I didn't have the guts to show up in a crowd of a thousand people to see my ex of 6 years perform. How lame is that?
I had been on exactly 4 dates since highschool. 4. Two of them had been decent, actually really great guys. 
I still couldn't help myself but to think of Gabe, and what he would've said when the waiter forgot to leave the meat off my salad. Or what Gabriel would have thought when I dropped out of college, the disappointment he would have felt. Or the pride, when I got my job at the label.
Now Gabe was in a band with none other than the entirety of my best friends at Rockwell. Cobra Starship. 
Between Midtown and Cobra Starship, I felt like I had a piece of Gabe no one else would understand. A little tidbit of information only I would understand. I felt that by listening to his voice in my iPod every single day of my life, that it would bring me closer to him. That the hole in my chest would be filled, as if by a miracle.
I walked lazily around in the hot sun, wondering what to do with all of the time on my hands. I flicked through the songs on my iPod, coming to my personal favorite of my best friends' latest album. I hummed along with One Day Robots Will Cry and found my way backstage again, safe from the UV rays baking my pasty skin off my body.
"You lost, punk?" Sisky asked in fake confusion as I walked by.
"Shut up," I muttered, grinning as I walked around the speaker, bumping straight into the last person I ever expected to see right then, right there, on that stage. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Gabe's POV
I laughed as Ryland poured his water bottle out on me, running between tour busses. It was like a secret maze, and you had to be pretty effing good to get out. I bumped into Vicky-T as I walked around a bus, then whispered, "shit, sorry, be quiet, I'm trying to lose Ryland."
"Okay, Gabe, sorry!" she yelled, grinning apologetically and shrugging.
"Bitch!" I yelled back as I ran away. I waited for a while, not knowing where Ryland was, before deciding to go back to the bus.
Fuck this heat.
I sighed as I sat down on the couch, watching tv absentmindedly. Suddenly my phone rang, and I jumped slightly at the sound.
"Hola, Gabriel," my mother answered sweetly, and I was actually glad to hear her voice.
"Oh, hey ma, hows it going?"
"I'm alright, we miss you. Would you by any chance have your social security card with you? I'm renewing insurance and they keep asking me for social security and I just don't understand why, I mean-" she started a long story, but I interruped, saving myself the headache.
"Yeah, ma, hold on, kay?" I dug into my pockets and flipped open my wallet, papers flying everywhere. I finally found the card, then read out the number to her.
"That it, then?" I asked.
"Yes, dear, thank you. Have fun. Be safe, and drink water!" she warned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it mom."
"I love you, Gabriel."
"Love you mom," I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone, glancing down at the mass of papers that had fallen out of my wallet.
I began cleaning them up, most of it receipts and small notes I'd made myself. I noticed a stray square on the floor, neat handwriting splayed across the top. I picked it up and realized, my heart sinking, what it was. I flipped it over, and saw myself. Well, me almost 7 years ago. I got the nerve to flip the Polaroid back over, and read the writing.
Gabriel Saporta. The love of my life. My best friend. Future musician. Exceptional man. I love you.
My mind flipped back to that day, the promise she'd whispered in my ear the last time I'd ever seen her.
"I love you, never forget that," she'd said. Her letter. It has said so little. I remembered being angry that day, that she had left. Now I regret not getting my sorry ass up and looking for her.
I'd lost her. Lost her without even putting up a fight.
What a fucking dumbass.
I shook my head, and got up to head backstage.
I guess somethings never change.

The return....

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Pete P.O.V.

The next week flew by, it wasn't necessarily what we were doing 
together, but that we were together.
It was around 7 o'clock and we were watching tv.
She got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Awe we don't have chips," she pouted.
She started putting her hoodie on.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To 7-11, I'll be back in 10 minutes flat," she told me.
"you can just make popcorn or something," I suggested, I didn't want 
her to leave.
"It'll be 10 minutes," she said and kissed me, they say kisses will 
never be the same as first kiss, but they obviously never met somebody 
they actually really cared about. I couldn't believe it but, I came to 
the conclusion that I loved her. I knew this would shock a lot of 
people I knew, because I had never really believed in love before. I 
always thought it was something that never existed, or something I 
would never experience.
I was somewhat of a overcast kid.
But every minute she was gone I grew more worried. 15 minutes past and 
I was pretty nervous, I texted her, she answered back, she said she 
was on her way back, but five for minutes past and she wasn't back. I 
called her phone and she didn't answer, I ran to get my hoodie and put 
on a pair of vans slip ons. I ran down the stairs not wanting to wait 
for the elevators.
I continuously called her phone, desperately wanting her to answer, I 
saw a 711 down the street I quickly walked down the street, I looked 
down an alley way and saw something laying off to the left side.
I prayed in my head that it wasn't her. I ran up and heard the 
ringtone, it was her. She had been brutally beaten, but she was still 
breathing, I quickly phone the police. I softly shook her awake, he 
eyes slightly opened.
"Pete!" she whispered, her voice full of hope.
"Shhh," I said, "the ambulance will be here soon, just save your 
strength,"
"I should've just made popcorn," she gave a weak laugh, then grabbed 
her ribs in pain.
I couldn't stand Seeing her suffer, "who did this to you?" I whispered, 
I was almost on the verge of tears.
"Jonathan cook," she said, whoever he was he was going to be okay.
"Pete don't cry," she said, he voice was stronger now, "everything 
going to be fine." she faked a smile, I knew she was faking but I 
didn't let her know that I knew.

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Muahahaha

im am very very sorry this took so long :/

but IM BACK!

Hola my evil minions lol

Just thought i'd give ya all a little update. Im meeting with Bobby tomorrow to get the rest of my pictures, i'll post them asap i promise!

Nothing new with the band really, but we've decided we're gonna do a cover of Hey Monday's Homecoming written by William Beckett from The Academy Is... =) Im really excited i think it's gonna sound really great!! I also really wanna do Hot Mess by Cobra Starship! That song is like fire. lol

Im meeting with an Agent from LA next week. Im nervous as hell. lol Lets hope it all goes well and maybe i'll be living there soon! =)

Well i think thats about all for now. As my lover Conan O'brien would say "Keep cool my babies!" haha

Word to your father,

~Roxy

Same Blood
Part One
Chapter Four

            The first thing I did when I woke up that night was open the curtains.  The moonlight filtered in the room and shed a weak light onto the floor and my hypersensitive skin felt a slight chill as the curtains swished against the cold glass.  I smiled slightly and watched the snow drift across my view and down to the ground and the trees. 

I let in a deep breath and exhaled, then headed out the door silently, trying not to disturb Sam.  I descended the stairs and heard the clinking of china drifting up to me with the pungent smell of freshly brewed coffee. 

I entered the kitchen and gave them a questioning look, "I thought we only drank blood," I said. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it.  We can be affected by anything we drink.  Coffee, alcohol, it still affects us," Em informed me. 

"Oh, well, awesome," I said happily, enjoying the fact that my love for coffee didn't have to end.  I got myself a large mug and sat down between him and Connor.  I glanced up at the clock, ten thirty at night.  I yawned and pushed my long black hair out of my face. 

I glanced over at Connor, he was reading a newspaper, his black hair was wet and kept flopping into his eyes and he would impatiently brush it away.  Emerson was staring out the window absentmindedly, his finger slowly tracing the rim of his mug.  The silence was absolute, and it bothered me.  I cleared my throat softly and they both looked up at me. 

"It's quiet," I said.

"Yes, that's how it is this early.  I suppose patience is another thing you attain as you get older," Connor said with a smile. 

"But we can adapt to our little fledglings needs can't we Connor?" Em said, giving him a look.  Connor laughed and nodded. 

"So, why don't you tell me more about being a vampire," I said smiling. 

"Um, well, we told you most of what you needed to know yesterday.  There isn't really anything else that's important," Connor said, still absorbed in his newspaper. 

"Hey, if no one knows we're here, where did that come from anyway?" I asked, gesturing to his paper.

"I ran into town this morning," he said simply,

"But we're miles away from anywhere," I protested.  He gave me a look over the top of his paper, "vampire speed."

Noticing my confused look, Emerson cut in, "you'll see when you try it yourself.  Maybe I'll take you and Sam up to see our friends in Detroit.  They're vamps too; William, Kyle, and Alex all share a house up there.  Alex and William are together, you'll like Alex; she's very cool."

"So have you guys been living here the whole time we've known you?" I asked. 

"Nope.  We lived in Chicago just like you did.  We kept this house put together just in case," Em responded.  His sweet breath blew into my face again and I lost focus for a second. 

Sam shuffled in, her medium-length blonde hair disheveled and sticking up on one side of her head, and I tore my eyes away from him.

"Coffee?" she mumbled,

"Yep! We can still drink it, isn't that awesome?" I said, grinning.  She nodded and got herself some. 

"What's up?" she asked, her eyes flicking to me fidgeting to Emerson staring at me to Connor immersed in his paper. 

"Nothing.  Em says he might take us to Detroit to meet some of their friends," I said quickly, eager to break the silence. 

"Fun.  Are we driving?" she said.

"Nope, running," Emerson interjected, "we'll go tomorrow."

"We're going to run two hundred miles?" Sam said incredulously, "isn't that, like, impossible? It's a little cold outside."

"You'll see," Em said, getting up from the table and leaving the kitchen.  

I got up too, and made my way down the hallway to the foot of the stairs.  There at the foot of the stairs was a large antique mirror, glancing at it as I walked past; I noticed something that made me do a double take.  Taking a step back and staring hard into the mirror, I looking into the blood red eyes of a complete stranger. 

The stranger had my face, but it was so much...better.  Her skin was pale and perfect as a china dolls and contrasted perfectly with her midnight hair; scarlet colored eyes glowed out from behind her bangs.

"It fades after a month or two - the eyes," Emerson said as he rounded the corner and caught me staring at my reflection, "so does the scent."

"Scent?" I asked, still not able to tear my eyes away from my face.  "Fledglings have a very unique scent; human and vampire mixed together because of the recent change.  It fades with time," he said, "it's actually a very nice smell," he added. 

I finally tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked up to find him inches away from my face.  His scent overpowered my senses and I again leaned towards him unconsciously.

"I smell good?" I said breathlessly,

"In a fledgling kind of way."

I smiled slightly, "so do older vampires have a scent too?" I asked,

"Every vampire and human has their own unique scent. The humans don't notice; their noses aren't sensitive enough," he said.

I thought about the way his smell affected me for a moment, "Can certain vampires smell affect you differently than others?"

He pulled away a few inches and smiled, then nodded, "yeah.  It's called Impressioning.  It's a bond that forms between a mature vampire and a fledgling he creates; their lives become permanently connected, no matter what.  It doesn't happen very often and occurs between a mature vampire and a fledgling. But there are others factors that affects if it happens or not, and what kind of Impression it is," he said with a smile.

"Like?" I said curiously. 

"If there was a relationship between them prior to the bite, their orientations; if they're gay or straight.  Different forms of it can happen too; it can strengthen a friendship, or make you fall in love.  And there's different kinds of them, like, the Impression that you and I have is because I changed you; but if another vampire drank your blood or vice versa, it creates a blood Impression, which is weaker than a change one and fades over time, but can feel like one while it lasts, " he said. 

I inhaled again and almost staggered backwards, his arms caught me around the waist and he took a step closer to me; I could feel the cool wall on my back.

"You were the one that changed me," I said breathlessly.  He smiled a knowing smile and nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on mine; then bent his face towards mine and met our lips together. 

An electric shock shivered through my body and I nearly fell over, his arms held me up and pinned me against the wall as he deepened the kiss.

I began to melt into his arms, giving into my new instincts, when he straightened up suddenly and looked down the hallway, "Sam is looking for you," he whispered, "we'll talk later." 

He kissed me swiftly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.  Seconds later, Sam rounded the hallway and looked at me wearily.

"Brooks you, uh, left your coffee, I brought it with me," she handed it to me, "are you okay?"

I unglued myself from the wall and turned back to the mirror, my face was unchanged; but I looked different somehow, my expression had changed, I couldn't pinpoint how. 

"I don't know.  This whole vampire thing is a little overwhelming," I said nervously. 

"Your voice is higher and you're twisting your ring.  You're lying.  Spit it out, what's wrong?" she said with a grin.

I glanced down at my right hand, the hand with my class ring on it, and sure enough, it was backwards.  I quickly ran it through my hair nervously and started ascending the stairs. 

"Come on, I'll tell you upstairs where they can't hear us," I said. 

EVERYONE WHO LIKES TO READ AND WHO POSSIBLY WANT TO START WRITING OR JUST LIKE TO READ THEM AND PPL WHO LIKE WRITE FAN FICS PLS READ!

In my year of being on buzznet (which sounds unimpressive) i have never seen this happen, and im not sure if its been done before but i have an idea

(if u dont wanna read the whole story of how i came to think of this, because i feel like i need to justify this, skip to the "---")

BUT! just for some refence too, you know that assignment in elementary school where u would write a sentance then pass it on to a person, and soon enough it would be a full story of randomness, well this is kinda like this.

so one late summer night i was very very bored and came across ATL message boards and found a thread on fan fics and there was this myspace page where it was a continuing story but each chapter was written by a different person, and late one night i thought, HEY! there are A LOT of good writers on buzznet, wouldn't it be cool to do that, on buzznet.

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So i would love to know if anyone else would like to join a group and do sorta like a fan fic where every chapter is done by a different person, you don't have to be the best writer and you dont have to ever have written a fan fic before, its open to EVERYONE!!!

so please join Ze Writers Of Ze Buzznet 

its not super serious and again, is open to anyone who wants to join.

so please don't kill a idea and dont be shy, i believe this could be the coolest most awesomest thing in the history of the internet if it works out and people co-operate!!!

OH and also this could be the end to writers block, in some possible way

Love,

Super A.D.D. Jocelyne A.K.A. mcrrocker1819

again

join

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oh hai people

i am quite aware i have not posted for a week now, and i dont mean to be giving excuses but theres this very evil thing called,Writers block, IT FUCKING SUCKS DICK!

and with my newly found wrist injury, it super hard to type....

and im actually only posting this to let people know whats going on, and to ask for some help...

i really need ideas, and you will not go uncredited if you'll be so kind and help me out... :D

love

jocelyne, the person who was stupid enough to injur their wrist by accidentally slamming it into a door knob

yeah

thats what actually happened...

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I feel like I may be becoming an insomniac, hey, good news for you I guess. I will write more often, but shit as for me, because it's exam week.
Sorry for any typos I make. I do proff read, but it slips by unnoticed.
Claire

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Mike -

I woke up to screaming. Immediatley jumping out of bed to investigate.
Turns out it was just Cass and Will messing around. FUCK THEM
"You guys suck" was all I could say. I had the worst hangover imaginable. I have no idea what happened last night. No idea. But i had a feeling it was fun, and I vagely remember kissing Cass in a game of truth or dare. I think so.

I groaned and collapsed onto the couch in the main lounge area. I saw Cassadee getting up in the corner of my eye, and making her way to the kitchen. Getting a giant jug out, and brewing enough coffee to serve to a whole refugee camp. Never had I loved a woman more than I loved Cass right now. I slip slowly off the couch, and army crawled to Cass' legs. Hugging them and refusing to let go unti lcofffe was ready.

I heard laughing and saw the rest of the bus watching. You know what? I dont even care. I just wanted coffee
"I NEED COFFEE" I yelled in defence.

William -

After our wonderful awakening, of not just Cass, but indeed the entire bus because of the squealing. Cass left to get dressed whilst I continued to snooze. Falling back to sleep very quickly. I even heard distant laughing in the kitchen, I was so far into my own world.

Cassadee -

"Where William?" I asked, once I had served everyone their coffees.
"Asleep again in his bunk" Adam winked at me. We both knew this meant revenge.
I sat ontop of Adam.
"What should I do?" I whispered. He shrugged at me. And I got up.
Headed to the freezer, discovering Icecubes. Filling up the now empty jug with water and ice.

Revenge is best served cold. And it's a bitch

I walked over to William, who was facing out the bunk, balancing the jug in my hands above his head, and I gained an audience around me, all wantign to see the awakening of WIlliam Beckett.



William -

I could sense someones presence, and it didn't seem good. I know they'd all be out for revenge.
I opened one eye to see Cass holding a jug of frezzing water above me. I moved fast, tackling her to the ground from my bunk, and cold water went of both of us.
"WILLLLLLL" she screamed, and I hugged her, to try and keep warm. Everyone was laughing, but atleast it was at us both, and not just me. Cass and I joined in the laughter.

I got up, and pulled her with me to the bathroom, so that we could dry off.

Once in there, I locked the door and pushed her up against the wall, Kissing her passionatley...