Harmony High - Sequel

Oliver Hemingway

I had this bracelet. People have seen it everyday. But they didn't know what it meant to me. It was very important and I never lived a day without it. It was always there, dangling on my right wrist.

The history of this bracelet wasn't as complex as you would believe. I got it from a river. When I was around five year of age, I ran away from home. My parents were getting a divorce and I couldn't handle the despair. I believed if they were married, they should love each other for eternity. So, in my sadness, I ran away. I managed to hop on a bus to a city not too far away from Bath and when we stopped over, I found myself walk down a river bank.

A few people were walking around, since it was a cold October day, not a lot were out. And not only that, it was raining. But I felt lost, useless, and loss of belief, that I didn't care. As I walked, I saw something shine in the edge of the river. For a five year old, it was something pretty. I walked over and picked the shiny object up. It was a metal bracelet. The words A Drop In The Ocean was scrawled in neat cursive. I thought it was beautiful. The bracelet was too big, but I kept it in my pocket. As I grew, I had the bracelet always near, if it was in my backpack, or my pockets. Then later, I grew enough and it fit my arm. I believed though words meant we were just a drop in the ocean, so small and meaningless but also a big impact on how the world works and we could make everything better. I thought that this bracelet was a sign, of new hope. So I always wore it.

I didn't want to break - up with Kristin. That was... not even a suggestion. I was in love with her. She was my ocean, and I was the drop in it.

I just sorta have unfinished business with Lacey. Our relationship and breakup was too quick and rushed. But, it's hard not to like Lacey. She's a character that you just want to know. She attracts.

The best thing for me to do now was take a break. I had my bags packed and my ticket printed. With a deep breathe, I made my way way out of the apartment and to the taxi.

England, I'm coming home.

Jane Wills

I'll admit! It was awkward at first. But then, when the first few episodes finished, Emmett opened up his complex mind to me. I was nervous as my heart raced, but I knew, I couldn't rush things.

Every bit of me wanted to lean into him, hold his hand. I wanted to just touch him. I wanted him to want to touch me again. I wanted our eyes to connect and never pull away. I wanted him to smile when he saw me, and to know that he is really happy to see me. I wanted him. I wanted Emmett so badly. It hurt.

"Jane, why are you so important to my family... and me?" he asked, not looking at me. "Sorry, but... I really want to know. You feel so important."

The fidgety and nervous Emmett? Yeah, he was here. He was back. I could see him shake as he took a deep breath. Him asking me was already a start.

"Um," I didn't exactly know how to respond to that. "Emmett, I was your girlfriend." and my heart cracked open. All my love started to seep out.

He turned his attention to me so suddenly, it made me jump. His eyes got wide as his face changed emotion in a mere second. It went from confused, to happy, to surprised. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as I felt myself get comfortable.

"No you weren't." he said.

"Yes, I was."

"But... how...?"

"I was your girlfriend for a while..." there was nothing left to say.

"How could I forget about my girlfriend?" he was baffled.

Shaking my head, I stood up and took the now empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen. I could hear him flip through the DVD's as I washed the bowl, placing it on the drying rack. Emmett's mother went into the backyard to take care of some stuff and Lacey was at Ace's, as told by Emmett. I walked back into the living room and saw Sherlock on the screen again, Benedict getting me all jumpy. This was my second favorite show. I jumped onto the couch, letting myself sit in the middle this time, so I was closer to Emmett. Just then, hit hit pause on the TV. I looked back at him.

"Why?" I asked, pointing at the TV.

"Just one more question... did we...?" and I knew where he was getting at.

As I shook my head, I said. "No..." and I smiled.

"Oh, and I had such a pretty girl. Sorta a waste, huh?" he was trying to be cocky and all that. The Emmett that only existed in his imagination as 'cool'.

I let myself giggle as I grabbed a pillow from behind me and hit him lightly with it. He started to laugh too and grabbed a pillow, hitting me in the process. And that's what started a pillow fight, us jumping on the couch, running around the living room, and eventually falling on the floor in laughter. I was just catching my breath when he rolled over, meeting me eye to eye. I didn't know we were so close until he faced me, I could feel his breathe, which made me shiver. IN that moment, all I saw was Emmett. The one I thought I knew. His brown eyes, so beautiful and filled with confusion. His lips, so inviting. So, so inviting. I didn't know I was leaning in until I felt my stomach drop. Shit, I couldn't just lean in. He doesn't even know me.

William Franco

It was a surprise for Harley. Shit, it was a surprise for me. But, I took her off to this beach in Mystic, Connecticut. It was cold, below zero and snow was adrift. The thing was, we were gonna go to the beach, just for a second, then I'd take her to this restaurant.

"Um, don't you think it's a little to cold for a beach?" she asked form the passenger seat.

Looking over at her, I gave her a cheeky smile. "Yeah..." I replied.

"I forgot my swim suit." she added.

With a laugh, I shifted the truck into park once we got to the edge of the beach. Here, you could park as close to the water as you wanted to. Or even in the water, your choice. I preferred on the beach. I hopped out of the truck and Harley followed. Walking up to the shore, I took in a deep breath and felt myself shiver from the cold. I looked over my shoulder and saw Harley just walking up, her arms crossed over her chest. Once she got close enough, I stuck my arm out for her so she could hold my hand. She looked at it for a second, surprised, then looked ta my face and took my hand in hers.

All this warmth traveled from her to me as she walked over to me, her still holding my hand. I pulled her close and looked at the water, not yet frozen, but barley moving. The sky was grey with a spur of clouds here and there. The sun was hidden. Just the air was so fresh, I could smell the water, the air. It made me smile.

"What's this place?" Harley asked.

I squeezed her hand and took a minute before I replied. "This is where my sister is." I know, it was a scary thing to mention to a new person in your life, but I felt like she would understand.

After I said that, I felt her looking at me. Then, I turned my head to face her, and she looked at the ocean.

"Do you take each of your new dates to see your sister?" she joked. And since I didn't say anything, she immediately said. "Just kidding, sorry."

I was holding my laughter, and so I let it out after she apologized. She turned toward me and had a smile on her face. Then, a frown came up.

"You made me feel bad." she huffed.

"Hey, you made me feel bad!" I laughed.

It was a joking frown, and I knew that, so she smiled again and looked back over at the ocean.

"You're the first girl I took here." I sighed. "This was where she wanted to be buried, if she could be buried. So I cremated her and threw her over her ocean. So, if something grabs you in the water, don't worry, it's just Cassie." I added a joke at the end.

It made her give me a small smirk and I turned her so could face me, full on. Her eyes met mine and I held both her hands, letting the sparks go through my body. Since she was shorter than me, I had to look down at her. Now her smile faded and it was all seriousness. I traced her face, looking at her grand eyes and her small lips. She was a pale white that made her seem porcelain. But, it was so beautiful on her. I took in a breath and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

All she did is give me a small nod. Leaning in, I shut my eyes and brushed my lips against hers.

Jasmine Urbaniak

She didn't help me much. All I did was cry, admit, explain... let it all out. But I wanted her to do something, to make me do something. SOMETHING. I wanted her to help me. But I guess, I had to find a way to either get over him, or get him back.

I had called him, but to no answer. He ignored my calls, and fuck. I didn't blame him. All I left him with was, "Have fun!". And I knew he would. All those Parisian girls... sigh. He's gonna have the life in France. I was nothing to him by now. But, I really really. I was in love with him.

"One ticket to Paris, France? Tomorrow at one o'clock PM?" the lady on the other end of the phone asked.

"Yes, yes." I sighed, writing all of that in my planner, crossing out what I had originally planned for tomorrow.

"Alright Ms. Urbaniak. You can pick up your boarding pass tomorrow when you come in. Have a nice day!" she was a chipper one.

"Thank you, and you too!" and I hung up.

I put my phone on the table and looked myself in the mirror. There I was, a beautiful girl that everyone loved. I had on my blonde wig which was beautiful with long layers. I had thrown on the good makeup and smiled at myself. I was a new person. My skin was also tanner, since I had to tan it to be Bradley. It was a soft tan, but it was there and distinct. It was sowing that Bradley was from Cali, not Poland. I stood up from the dressing room chair and walked over to the door, afraid of the people.

Once I opened the door, all the ruckus surrounded me. My manager ran passed me with a clipboard in one hand and a coffee in the other. A few others went through, setting up my concert. I had one in Mystic, for charity. Very convenient. And after this one, I'm headed to New York for a midnight show. I shut my eyes for a moment and then opened them, walking down the hallway with a microphone ready in hand.

"Brad! Go! Go!" someone called from behind me.

I turned to look for a second and saw it was my makeup artist, Terii. He had short black hair, chocolate skin, and the most magnificent blue eyes. I smiled at him and caught him smile back. Running away from him and toward the stage, I found myself shake as I opened the door.

People already started to scream as I walked up on the stage, smiling broadly. The theater was filled with so many people, I couldn't believe it.

"Hello, Mystic!" I said into the microphone and more cheers came. "Let's start this thing!"

My band started to play the music and I started to sing.

Harley Mae Turner

It was the day Will was taking me out, and I had no idea what I was going to wear.

Something warm, obviously.

I dug through my clothing, and found my teal long sleeve shirt that Halana had gotten me for my birthday last year.

I slipped it on, along with a black undershirt, and a pair of jean skinnies, with leggings on under them.

"It'll have to do.." I whispered to myself.

He would be here in about 15 minutes.

Putting on a pair of Halana's boots, I went down stairs to ask if they'd be okay while I was gone.

"Harley! You look really pretty!" Cal exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my torso.

She was shorter than me. Which was surprising, because I was pretty short.

I smiled, and hugged her.

"You guys gonna be okay for a few hours? I'm going out with a friend."

"YOU have FRIENDS?" Conner yelled from the bathroom.

He always teased me about not being social.

Sylvia walked into the hallway. "Ooh! Can I do your hair, Arls?"

She always talked about how she was going to be the best hair stylist in the world.

Sylvia was good at doing hair, too, so I always told her she would be.

I nodded, and a grin broke out on her face.

She took my hand, and led me to her room.

Syl brushed my hair, and clipped part of my hair back with a bobby pin.

"So, is it a boy?" She asked, admiring herself in the mirror she shared with Ruby and Cal.

They had the biggest room. Halana had the second biggest. Now that Tacket was gone, Conner had the third biggest. And I had the smallest.

I couldn't hold back my smile.

Sylvia gasped, and ran over to sit next to me on her bed. "What's his name? Is he cute? TELL ME!"

I laughed, and picked at my thumb nail. "William." I thought of the second question, and blushed. "He's...very attractive."

"You have to show me! Please, Arls? Pleasssee?" She begged.

My phone vibrated.

'One new message.'

I opened it.

'Hey, I'm here.'

"Um, maybe later. He's here."

I ran to the front door, stopped, grabbed my jacket, put it on, and quickly went out to his pick-up.

"Hey!" I said, shivering.

I felt him staring at me, and saw his hand go up.

He pulled the bobby pin from my hair, and smiled.


"You made me feel bad." I huffed. I could see my breath.

"Hey, you made me feel bad!" He laughed.

"You're the first girl I took here." He sighed. "This was where she wanted to be buried, if she could be buried. So I cremated her and threw her over her ocean. So, if something grabs you in the water, don't worry, it's just Cassie."

A small smirk formed on my face, and he turned me so I could face him, completely. My eyes met his, and he held both of my hands. I felt something tingling through my body. He looked down at me. I let my smile fade, and stared at his adorable face. I watched his eyes as they traced my face, and noticed him look at my lips.
He inhaled, and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

Oh goodness. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I didn't want to say that out loud, because I'd sound like an idiot, so I nodded. It wasn't a very big nod.

I've never kissed anyone.

What was I supposed to do?

I watched him lean in, and close his eyes, so I did the same.

The next thing I felt was his lips against mine, and energy flowing through my body.

Ashton

"Are you guys seriously coming too?" I ask, shock filling my voice.

They both nod their heads happily, in sync.

"Yep. In three months I'll be turning 18. I plan to get my GED and everything later, but for now...I just wanna live my life. I'll be able to support myself with the jobs your mother has given to me, and we already have a place to stay." Avery beams at me.

"I've already planned a date for us to leave. It'll give us time to pack up our things, get some papers signed, and then just leave." Leo says, smiling.

I had decided to stop by, before I left for Paris. I've already said by to Averys mom, whom planted kisses all over my face, and her father, whom gave me a nice warm hug. I said goodbye to Kristin through her door, because she refused to come out of her room, and Dylan and Alosha, whom both gave me warm hugs and well wishes.

"Well I guess that I'll be seeing you guys in three months." I say to Avery and Leo.

Avery stands up from the gold chic couch, and gives me a tight hug.

"She's gonna miss you Ash. Think about what your doing. She...she feels the same way about you." Avery whispers in my ear.

"It's too late, midget. I hope that maybe when filming ends next year...things can be different. But for now, I can't stay here and fawn over a girl who doesn't want me." I pull away from Avery and she smiles sadly.

"I'm gonna nag you more about it when I get there." She says jokingly.

I roll my eyes.

"I know you will. Now i've gotta get going. Dads been waiting for me, for awhile now. He brought the private, so luckily I don't have to rush. But still, I don't want him to wait for too long."

Avery and Leo nod and walk me to the doorway.

"Bye gu-"

"Wait! Please. Wait." Kristin calls down from the stairs.

When I look up at her she has a large suitcase and a duffel bag in her arm.

"What's up Kris?" Avery asks, a bit nervously.

"Can I go with you? I-I can't stay here anymore." She says as she stumbles downstairs.

Her face is a wreck. Its tear stained and red, not to mention snot filled. Her eyes are practically swollen shut, and her cheeks are puffy like inflated tomatoes. What truly tells me that she's upset is her outfit, which is usually designer and neat and sexy. Right now it's sloppy, with large sweat pants holding faint stains, and a large tshirt.

"Are you sure you want to go with me? I mean, will you have a place to stay?"

She nods.

"I called my dad, and he bought a penthouse for me, fully furnished."

"What about school?" Avery asks worriedly.

"I'll be having a tutor come in." She says, walking towards the door.

"You know the language?" Leo asks.

She rolls her eyes.

"Just as fluently as you, frenchy. So...will you let me come with you?"

"Honestly, I don't mind. I just don't want you to regret it later."

She shakes her head.

"I won't. Avey will be there soon. As will Lee. I have you and your pa. Not to mention that Alosha has been complaining about wanting to go back to France. And Dylan refuses to leave her side, so he'll probably go with her."

I find myself frowning.

"And what about that 1 direction member you're dating? Oliver, I think his name is."

She sighs deeply and looks up at me confidently.

"I have things that I have to get away from. He has things he has to figure out. When he's ready, he'll find me. I know it. But for now I'll entrust him to Jane."

"Inbred chick?" I ask, my face shaping into shock and then disgust. "Well...if that's whatcha wanna do. Lets get going than."

"Wait Kris!" Avery calls out as Kristin and I turn to leave "Are those seriously all of the clothes you're bringing?" She asks in mock disapproval.

Kristin rolls her eyes jokingly at her cousin.

"We both know that the fashion is much better over there! I don't want my closet filled with garbage." She says laughing as she and I continue walking to the taxi.

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Midway through the flight, I wake up from a nightmare. It had something to do with Jasmine. God, I'm going to miss her. And I mean her. Jasmine, not Bradley. I've always had more of a thing for brunettes. Apart of me wants to go back. Wants to beg for her...to just love me again. I want those green eyes to look up at me in nothing but adoration and love again. But...I can't.

"Hey! Excuse me?" I ask one of the private jets flight attendants.

She's young, probably in her early twenties. She comes up to me with a flirty smile.

"What do you need sir?" She asks, in a wannabe seductive voice while flipping her blonde hair.

I roll my eyes.

"Could you just make me a cup of coffee please? No cream, one equal?" She nods, and twitches her butt with each step as she walks off.

I'm truly glad that dad talked me into flying in the private jet with him. Although first class is nice, this is much nicer. Its spacious and decorated nicely. It also flies nice and turbulence free.

I get up and stretch my muscles. Outside, I can see that the sun is coming up in a gentle crawl pace. I walk over to check on Kristin and notice that she's changed while I was asleep. She seems to have washed up her face, and the swelling from all of the crying has went down. She's applied some makeup, and has even curled her hair so now it falls down to her waist in pretty loose curls. She's changed into some designer black and white dress with matching heels and looks like a traveling heiress. She looks drop dead beautiful.

I notice that in her hands shes holding a journal. She's holding it tightly, and close to her, as if protecting its contents. I'm pretty curious so I lean over to look inside. All thats written is "When he's ready, he'll come and find me. I know he will. He has to. He won't be like mom. He won't hurt me. He pro-"

"Sir your coffee is ready." The attendant says, shocking me out of the text.

"Thanks." I mutter, walking back to my seat, holding the warm ceramic mug.

For Olivers sake, I truly do hope that he finds Kristin soon. For awhile, I've forgotten how beautiful Kristin is. But now I realize that once we land, she'll be covered in smooth talking french guys. I personally just hope that he knows what he's doing with his relationship.

William Franco

The next morning, all I remembered is that it was Monday, school. I had all my books packed. So, I ran to the bathroom and got ready, then dashing to the kitchen. My uncle was already gone, he had a morning shift to check the highways. I grabbed a protein bar from the pantry and found my way to my pick-up.

Once I got to the school, I realized only a few people managed to get here. Because of the snow and the extreme cold, I don't blame anyone for not coming. So, I parked in an empty spot and jogged my way in the cold to the school.

Walking in, I noticed people walking away from their lockers and to class. I found my way to Political Science, which was on the second floor. Class was going to be one of those places I will be sleeping in. I normally had class with Avery, but she dropped out a while back, so no pressure.

"Mr. Franco, good to see you." My teacher, Mr. Franklin said as I walked in. The classroom had only like ten other people.

I sat down on the first available desk and smiled at my teacher, pulling out my books from my book bag.

"Nice to see you too Mr. Franklin. How was your winter break?"

***

When school was over, I could finally breathe. A lot of my friends were gone. Chris has disappeared and Lena... the same thing. Ave dropped out, Kristin didn't show up. Oliver was gone too. The only person that I knew was Jane. Well, and Gregg whom I don't talk to anymore. And some other classmates. Not a depressing day, just a boring one. Instead of driving home right away, I decided to stop by Ashton's house.

I knew he was flying out some day, but I was hopping it wasn't today. But then I realized that today was in fact the day he flew out by walking to the house, and talking to the housekeeper.

After that bright idea, I drove off to Jane's apartment. Maybe I could hang with Oliver. He probably stayed inside, all afraid of the cold. I didn't have the time to talk to Jane, because she looked totally out of it during English class. So, I didn't bother.

Since the roads were practically empty, I managed to get myself to New York in a matter of forty-five minutes. Making it to the apartment was another ten, not bad at all. The snow blew against my car as I came to a stop in the parking lot behind the apartment, scurrying through the buildings around it.

I jumped out of the truck and locked it, bracing myself for the wind. I hid my face in my scarf as I walked toward the back enterence. Clicking Jane's name on the call list, it rang until a crackle sounded through the speaker.

"Hello?" I asked. "It's Will, can I come in?"

"Will... Will, who?" a lady replied.

I checked the list again and read Wills, it was her. Unless someone else had her name as well. I looked over and saw it was the only one.

"Jane?" I asked.

"Jane's mother."

Ahhh. Since I was shivering, I had to find a way to get inside.

"I'm William Franco, I wanted to speak with Jane. Could I come in?" I asked, hearing the quiver in my voice.

After a short pause, she replied. "Come right in!"

The door buzzed and I pulled it open, feeling the heat blow over me once I stepped in. Running up the stairs, I held onto the railing. Once I reached the last floor up, I walked to door fifteen and smiled, remembering where I was. Sometimes, small flings help with direction.

I knocked on her door once a small Jane opened it, reveling a smile on her face.

"Um. hey Jane." I smiled.

She looked at me for a long moment, probably thinking to herself all these reasons why Will happens to be here.

"I came to see Oli, is he here?" I slid my hands in my pockets.

Some part of her faltered as she dipped her head down for a moment. Well, it is a little disappointing when a hot guy like me doesn't come to see her. Especially since we had something together. But it's not like she wants it, it's just thought that little light of hope that maybe. I don't want it either. She lifted her head back up and stepped to the side, letting me in.

I stepped inside and slid my coat off, along with my snow boots. I felt totally normal walking in, like I knew where I was and how comfortable it was. Right away, I started to head down the hallway, but then, once Jane shut the door, she grabbed my arm to stop me. I turne dto face her and gave her a questioning look.

"Oliver left," she whispered.

"What?" I barely heard my own face.

She dropped her hand from my arm and walked to the kitchen table. I followed her and saw her pick up a note. She handed it to me and I read it.

Janey,
I'm going to go home for a little. I need space. I need to think. Tell your mum I love her. I love you too Jane. I'll see you when I get back. And when you see Kristin, tell her I love her and that I'm in England. My phone won't work up there.
Oli

And then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I handed Jane the note back and looked at my phone. I got a text from Harley.

Hey, what's up?

I gave her a quick reply. Nothing, just at a friend's. Missing you. You?

Harley Mae Turner

Last night, I had gotten home kind of late.

Will had taken me to a nice restaurant, after kissing me on the beach.

Was this too good to be true?

Maybe he was playing me.

No, no. That didn't seem like him. He didn't come off as that kind of person.

Anyways, I had woken up with a cold this morning.

I hated getting colds, because they usually caused me to stay in bed a lot, and I always went on jogs. How am I supposed to go running, when I'm stuck in bed?

I was laying on the couch, wrapped in my pillow and blanket, reading 'To Kill a Mockingbird.'

I'd read it in the 9th grade, but I was bored, and it was on my shelf. So why not?

Cal walked in, and sat on the edge of the couch. "You look like a ghost."

I sniffled, and set the book down. "When do I not?"

"No, I mean, like, more like a ghost." She said, studying my face.

My hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and I was wearing a pair of gray sweats, and the long sleeved teal shirt I had worn last night on my date with Will.

Will.

Gah, I couldn't stop thinking of when he kissed me. I keep thinking that I'm locked inside of a dream.

"Well...I'm gonna go play speed with Conner. He keeps saying he's better than me. But I win every time." Cal whispered the last part.

I laughed, and watched her disappear into the other room.

Should I text him? No, he was probably busy. Who could be busy on a day like this?

I sighed, and the next thing I knew, I had my phone in my hand, typing out a message to him.

'Hey, what's up?'

I sent the text.

Why do I have to be such an idiot?

I picked up my book, and looked for the place I was at.

My phone vibrated.

'One new message.'

'Nothing, just at a friend's. Missing you. You?'

I blushed slightly. He missed me...?

'Stuck on the couch. It's so cold..'

Laying back down fully, I grabbed my book, and opened it.

Jane Wills

I couldn't quite catch my breath after what Kristin said. Even being the next day, I couldn't seem to get over what she had said. I know her relationship with Oliver had gotten rocky, but that's not my fault. It never was. What did I do? Steal him from her? No. Was he secretly in love with me? NO. Or was she jealous of how close we were? We lived together, you couldn't blame us for being close. Jesus.

After Will left, I couldn't help but linger into Oli's room and see the note lying on his desk. It was the one Emmett gave me last night. Supposedly Lacey wanted to see him. Like he'd ever know. I thought he was just out last night so I left it in his room till he came back. Little did I know he was literally gone. Not only that, I saw Oli's phone going off. There was a text from Kristin that said for them to meet up at the exact same time as Lacey. Did they have some kind of agreement or something? I was at a loss of words.

Either way, I shut his bedroom door and headed out the door. Since I just survived a treacherous day at high school, it was time to bolt. I had to have a run. It lets me forget my problems as I counted my steps. Once Will was gone, I jumped into my sweats. So, I was ready.

***

"Lizzie! Oli! I come with Chinese!" my mom yells from the kitchen.

I didn't exactly tell her everything that happened last night.

Walking out of my bedroom, which was just across Oli's, I took a second to look at it. My heart dropped as I stared, feeling a loss. He was somewhat a sole here, which sucks that he's gone. Shaking my head, I forced myself into the kitchen and planted a soft smile on my face. My mother had the food on the table, still in their cartons. She even got Oliver's dish. So, it was time.

"Hey mom," I said.

Her eyes reached mine, and I could tell that she could tell something was off. Still, she sat down and started to stack the food on her plate. Suddenly, I felt uneasy and couldn't join her at the table, so I just spoke.

"Oliver left,"

***

The only person I could ever talk to when I had trouble was Oliver. He was my best friend. But there was also Emmett. It's just, I felt bad even thinking about him. He doesn't need a girl sobbing on his shoulder about wanting her boyfriend back even though he was right there. It was pitiful. It was terrible. It's wasn't ethical.

My phone shook as I looked over at it, reading who the text is from. Shockingly, it was like he knew I needed him.

Hey Jane. I just thought I should see how you are doing.

It was touching that he would think of me again, even just for a second. I felt like I scared him with the whole night before.

I'm alright. And you are?

And then a knocking came at my window. I was on the last floor, and the stairs behind my window, well, no one used them since we don't have back doors and don't believe in the 90's style anymore where you jumped out your windows and climbed down the stairs. So yes, I was surprised. And a little scared. It could be anyone. Rape. Murder. Robber. Jehovah Witness. Vampire. Ah, too far.

I set my phone down on my bedside table and walked to the window. The person knocked again, so I pulled it open, meeting eyes with one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen.

"Hi," he smiled, his perfect teeth showing.

And there was me, I could barely breathe.

"You're Jane, right?" he paused, "I'm Chandler."

"H-hi, Chandler." and I automatically thought of Chandler Bing from Friends, though he looked nothing like him.

Talk about the 90's coming back.

"I was told by a friend of mine that you need some adventure. And my name happens to be adventure." Ah, there was the Bing in him.

I smiled, ducking my head a bit. Then I looked back up and caught him stepping uneasily onto the staircase, waiting for me.

"Smooth, Adventure. You just said you were called Chandler." I smirked.

"Well, whichever you like. Wanna come?"

Spoiler

There hasn't been much writing from my end, surprisingly, I know. I've been working again and reading a lot. So, couldn't find time lol. Sorry!

Jasmine Bradley Urbaniak

"So, since you are this amazing duo act in one, why don't you act anymore?" an interviwerer asked me, I already forgot her name.

This was a meeting for the local television show in Chicago. After this, I was headed from O'Hare to France on Air France. I was so ready to ditch Windy City Live becuase it drove me crazy. I never liked this show. If it was like Good Morning America, I'd be much happier.

This young lady, probably 24 sat in front of me. She had her soft blonde hair in a loose braid. Her eyes were a piercing blue. She reminded me of Reese Witherspoon. Or, you know, Withoutherspoon. Okay, I'm done.

I was that bored.

"I've been slowing down a bit. After releasing my next album, Indie, I wanted to relax a bit. It's been a while since I've seen the beaches in Costa Rico!" I laughed and she joined me. "But I also am spending some time with the family. My parents are having their anniversary there. It's the end of my tour for Indie, so now it's time to think of more music. I haven't gotten any calls to shows, so we'll see how acting lasts." I finished with a small smile.

After everything I said, I finished with a small smile. It's been a half an hour. How long can one celebrity be interesting? How should I know?!

"Well, I hope you do. Because The Walking Dead spin-off was amazing when you were there." I gave her a gratitude smile. Now, she faced the camera in front of us. "Thank You for watching! Bradley is now going to head off. Back to you, Kathy!"

The camera shut off and I ran to the airport.

Kristin

"Mmmm..." I sigh as I wake up.

I look around the spacious, chic room and sigh. I decided not to stay at a penthouse by myself, and to just bunk with Ashton. He didn't mind at all as I explained to him how lonely and depressing it would be to me to have to stay all alone in that penthouse all day. All he did at the time was shrug and say whatever. But it's time to get up for breakfast. As I walk downstairs I can hear the television. I guess that Ash hasn't left for running lines yet.

" 'Morning Ash! What has you ho-" I'm cut off by the sight downstairs.

"Hey Kris. This is the rest of the cast. I decided to invite them over for running lines." He says with a smile.

My jaw drops in shock.

"Avey...your her too?!" I ask surprised, almost thinking that i've imagined it. She isn't due for another two months.

My cousin lounges around on a bean bag chair in the midst of the group. She looks comfortable, as if she belongs there beside the group of perfect looking people. And... she does. Every single one of these people hold some trait of unique beauty that you can't help but catch. The overweight girl on the lounge chair, has brilliant blue eyes on a pixie like face that looks practically unnatural. The redheaded girl has hair so red and bright, it almost looks fake, but looking at the roots, length, and texture, it's easy to tell that, that's her natural color. And then, in the middle of the group lays Avery, who's relaxedly chatting with a dread headed guy, and is the epitome of beauty in her loose Nirvana tshirt and shorts.

"Kris!" She cries out happily, hopping up from her bean bag chair and stepping over several bodies just to take me in for a tight hug. "Leo and I just landed a few hours ago. I didn't wanna wake you up, so I decided to wait till you woke up."

"Wait, why are you here so early?" I ask, letting her go and looking her in her green eyes.

"Well, a side character got into a really bad accident recently, and is unable to be in the movie. So I was asked to take the part." She shrugs.

"Seriously? Thats amazing!" I exclaim.

"Well it's gonna be a bit of a hustle, because I have a photo shoots and fashion shows like every single month. It'll be hard to practice lines, get fitted, walk the run way, film, take thousands of pictures, and get married. Not to mention those fucking interviews for those magazines." She says, annoyed.

"Wait...does that mean that you'll have to leave soon?" I ask, saddened that she has to leave already.

She shakes her head with a smile.

"I'm only gonna have to leave in the next...month and a half? The dior fashion show is in New York so, i'll have to be there for about two weeks. But i'll be here for the next couple of months. A lot of the stuff planned is scheduled to be in Europe anyways, so there won't be much of a commute. My role in this movie is a tad important though. I'm this seductress who makes the main character, Ash, cheat on his wife. It sets the whole movie in place. There's a whole sex scene and everything." Avery says waggling her eyebrows.

"That doesn't mean that you can get any ideas, Ash." Leo says, jokingly as he comes out of the kitchen with a bunch of mugs on a tray. "Here's your coffee everyone! Oh Kris! Your awake!" Leo says, and hugs me.

"So there's this scene where I get to see those jugs of hers..." Leo whispers loudly at one of the other guys.

Leo shoots him a death glare and then turns back to me with a smile.

"How have you been?" He asks warmly.

I smile slightly.

"Really relaxed. I think that i'm ready to turn back on my phone."

Avery turns to the group of beautiful people and claps her hands loudly.

"We should continue this tomorrow guys! Today was a great day, but lets bring something even better tomorrow!" She says merrily to the group.

They all begin filing out, each person hugging her before leaving. When they've all left I raise my eyebrows at her.

"One day and your already the golden girl?" I ask jokingly.

She rolls her eyes but blushes.

"She charmed them all with her wonderful personality, motivation, success, talent, and beauty." Ashton says simply. She looks annoyedly at him and all he does is shrug. "I might as well be honest about it."

"But back to you. So your phone has been off the whole time you've been here?" I nod. "So thats why you haven't answered!" Avery cries out.

"Yeah..." I sigh and sit down on the lounge chair. "Apart of me just wants to stay here forever. Not deal with what i've done. Thats why I kept my phone off. If I kept in contact with you guys for the whole time I was here, there would be no point in leaving in the first place."

"You don't have to go back. If you don't want to." Avery says, sitting down beside me and putting a hand on my knee.

I shrug and stare blankly at the flat screen t.v.

"I have to handle the Oliver situation. At some point. I just...I have to know whats going to really come out of it."

Averys eyes brighten and she quickly gets up.

"Lets go get showered and changed and then head out." She says, motivatedly.

I stare at her quizzically.

"Shouldn't you like...sleep?" I ask. "Doesn't your body have to get used to the time zones?"

"Kris, my body is already used to the change in timezones. I've been over here, and to equally far places all my life. You should already know that this stuff doesn't affect me."

"So what do you wanna do?" I ask confused.

"We're gonna make some new friends, and in doing that, find out the most popular club by the locals. Those tourist clubs are always shit." Avery says annoyed from past experiences.

"Eh...if your up for it." I say unsure.

"Of course I am. And you are too. Tonight is gonna be awesome. I'm gonna help you forget about everyone in Harmony."

I shrug.

"Alright. Have you shopped on Rue Saint Honoré yet?"

"Yep. I bought so man-"

"Awesome. You'll be lending me clothes today. So lets get ready.

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"Alright Kris. We can either go with that group of girls," Avery points to a pair of beautiful girls, all dressed to the nines in designer clothing. "Or that group of guys." She points to the nicely dressed handsome guys.

At the moment we're on the metro and deciding which people would be fun to head to the club with. I tilt my chin over to the two girls and Avery smiles and decides to work her magic.

"Qu'est-ce que club êtes-vous les gars? Mon cousin et je me demandais si vous aimeriez assister avec nous." She says confidently.

A tall and gorgeous girl with black hair falling all the way down to her waist and eyes so hazel that they look almost golden, steps up and addresses Avery with a sneer.


"Pourquoi voudrions-nous pas assister à la conférence avec des étrangers? Honestly you should be asking, or begging, if you can come with us." The girl says confidently.

Avery rolls her eyes.

"Well I will end up getting the most attention when I get there because I am a model and actress. You probably have yet to recognize me, but once you do, I think that you'll be the one beg-"

"Oh! Your Mrs. Violet de walking dead. Lorsque vous vous êtes marié à Ashton Baxter ! Mon père travaille comme directeur général pour une entreprise que M. Cole Baxter possède!" The petite blonde girl who was standing beside her says.

She turns to the girl with the black hair and glares at her.

"Celise, stop being such a bitch. This ètranger is famous over in America. Show some respect." She says in her thick accent. She turns to Avery and me with a smile. "My name is Anabella. This rude girl right here is Celise. It's very nice to meet you both, and we'd love it if you'd come to the club with us."

I smile and extend my hand.

"I'm Kristin. This is Avery."

"I already know her. But you..." She looks up at me, her green eyes wide. "You should be a model! You're gorgeous." She exclaims.

I blush and shake her hand. I even end up speaking to Celise who looks apologetic in doing so.

"I'm sorry for being so rude to you both. I didn't know who you were before." She apologizes.

Avery takes her up in a small hug which surprises her, but she hugs back with a smile.

"What club are you guys going to?" I ask Anabella.

"Black Calvados. It's exclusive, but open enough for pretty people to be let in." She says with a mischievous smile.

I like her already.

"Didn't Alosha talk about a cl-"

"Alosha?!" Both Celise and Anabella gasp.

"Oh do you know her?" I ask curiously.

"Alosha Vermanos, right?" Celise asks.

Both Avery and I nod our heads and both of the girls laugh out loud.

"Thats such a coincidence!" Annabella exclaims.

"Alosha is our best friend. We've all known each other from the early days of l'école." Celise explains.

"Oh...well she's getting married to my brother." I say.

"Holy shit...your Kristin Piest!" Celise says.

"Well she does look a lot like her brother. I'm actually surprised I didn't catch it earlier." Anabella says studying me.

"Such a small world." Avery says, raising an eyebrow.

As we walk to the club after getting off of the metro, they tell me and Avery about all of the misadventures they used to have at school. They were apparently, the most popular girls there, and practically lived the same lives that Ave and I did. Money, power, wealth, beauty, boys, parties, drugs, drama. Sounded a lot like Harmony to me.

As we walk down the stairs, the beat almost feels like it's shaking the walls.

"This is more of a rave club." Celise says loudly.

Both Avery and I nod with excited smiles.

"Is this one of those underground mausoleum clubs i've heard so much about?" Avery asks excitedly.

Both girls nod, and once we get down there it's a splendid mix of color, people, and flashing lights. We dance for hours, but soon Ave and I need to take a break.

"I'll have a water. She'll have two shots of whiskey." I raise my eyebrows at Avery.

"Your not gonna take one with me?" I yell over the music.

She shakes her head.

"You've gotta loosen up Kris!" She yells, and walks back into the crowd with her water.

I knock both back and immediately, after the warmth coats my throat I begin to feel lightheaded. When I look back to the otherside of the bar, I see a familiar brown head.

"Oliver?" I whisper.

I can't see a face only a head. He's holding a beer bottle, a bottle of bass ale, Olivers favorite beer from England.

"Oliver!" I yell louder, my heart beating a mile a minute as I approach the guy.

Lacey Lopez

Emmett told me that Oliver had left, but I went to Rose Bridge anyway.

I knew he wasn't going to come back for me; no way he was going to come back for his 'unfinished business'. We're too much alike in that way, I suppose, raising Kane over our business that was never really started n the first place.

I feel the cold breeze through my snow pants, see the stars rising above my face. I forgive him, I forgive myself for raising that business from the dead. I just couldn't seem to part with those cheekbones. I know what its like; and, looking back on it, I could see the Hakan in the way he moved, in the tilt to his smile. Maybe that's why. It would explain a lot. I hope he's happy in England, and I hope he knows what he's doing with Kristen; he's a coward, but I suppose they all are. Even me, who has made it through so much.

I ride my sled to the bottom of the small hill, laying flat on my back, watching those infinite skies glare at me. I know, suddenly, clear as the winter wind, I know what I have to do. I am so much braver than I've been acting.

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"Hakan?"

"Lacey?" His voice is so surprised, he doesn't bother to control it. "Can I... um, help you?"

"I just called to say that I'm sorry, and also that I forgive you. Both of you."

He doesn't say anything for awhile. "Things were good for awhile, and I did wrong by you. I'm glad we can both move past it."

"That's the new goal."

I can hear his smile through the phone, the wide smile that draws up on his cheekbones. "You, always setting goals. You were so good, Lace, so ridiculously good." He pauses. "You don't want to get back together, do you?" He says this in a tone so lugubrious, I can't believe it's true sadness.

"No. You will always be my first love but we've got to move past everything, Hakan; but I mean the whole 'be a friend' line. I really do."

"I believe you. Lacey?"

"Mmm?"

"There's a new girl. Do you think-?"

"Yes. Always. Please."

I feel the smile again. "Take care off Emmett, kay?"

And with that, he's gone; really, truly gone this time. I feel no emptiness.

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I finish the application, and practice my violin for hours. I feel as though I have neglected it, these past few dramatic months.

When I check the recording, I mail it in, my heart racing quickly. This might be my chance, at last!

Big changes for Lacey coming up! You'll have to wait and see.

Olivander Hemingway

Once I landed in England, I knew I had to sleep. And that's what I did. I got to my house in Bath and collapsed on my bed, fast asleep. When I woke up, the sun shown it's rays through my window just in front of me and I smiled, relieved that I was somewhere where I knew I belonged. The smell of bacon and pancakes flooded my nose.

"Oli! Get up! Breakfast!" My mum called from the kitchen.

I put on a smile and rushed into the bathroom, taking care of myself. Once I was ready, I flew down the stairs and got into the kitchen, seeing my mother sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in her hands. She looked the same, long brown hair, small blue eyes. The same crow's feet grew at the edge of her eyes and a smile creased her face. She was around the big 5-0 but she still looked forty. I towered her by a few inches as she got off the chair and wrapped her arms around me. Shutting my eyes for a few moments, I let my head rest on top of hers as I smiled.

"It's good to have you home, Oliver." She sighed, squeezing me.

Pulling away, I took in a deep breath and looked at her. She started to laugh and sat back down in the chair, drinking some more coffee.

The kitchen changed a bit since I left. The walls were painted a dark beige colour, and the cabinets wee a dark wood. The cabinets wrapped around the small kitchen, giving my mum enough storage. But it cut off at the wall I was facing, so there was some breathing room. They invested in new appliances as well, which shocked me. All in all, the kitchen table was still the same, an old wooden table my dad carved himself, the same with the chairs. The wood was a light oak, which matched the walls.

I took a seat across from my mother and started to eat the delicious plate she made for me.

***

After I spent the day in the city, with my family, and searching for a job, I called up my mates. We now were in Paris. My mates convinced me with a shirt flight over, they didn't care I was worn out by the one the night before, they wanted me out there. So we flew. The city shaped around us with tall, grand buildings. Most of them old and beautiful, and some new and modern. The streets were not the gravel they used in America, they were a rock that is used mostly to walk on. Only some streets are like this, in the city centre anyway. The rest of them were normal pavement.

"I say, let's get in that rave!" My friend, Peeta the French guy said.

He was the guy all the girls wanted cause he was foreign. This was the guy with the light blonde hair, short and styled, and the big green eyes. He towered me by a foot and when he spoke, you heard he was from France.

I looked over at where he pointed. There was a tight building with all these colourful lights flashing out of it, and a crowd of people pushing to get in. Within a second, they were all inside, gone from our sight. I pulled on a smile and led my group there, walking up to one of the bouncers. Pulling out my ID, he ran a torch over it then pointed into the rave. I looked behind me and caught my mates flashing their ID's. In Europe, you had to be eighteen to drink. So, there was another reason the EU beat the US.

My mates were, Henry, Eryk, and Caleb. Henry was the tall dark and handsome with the flirt in him. Eryk was the polak who transferred here and learned the British accent. He sounds like a native and looks like one of those Polish actors the girls swoon over. Lastly, we've got Caleb. He was the shyest of the group, and the sweetest. He doesn't get much attention form girls cause he doesn't flirt or anything. But he still reminds me of Tom Felton by the looks of him.

Once we stepped inside, we were covered by the lights and almost ear-deaf from the music. It was a dubstep I always hated, but Henry was already dancing with the beat. I started to laugh as I found my way to a bar. The crowd of people were mostly on the dance floor, dancing like crazy. Caleb joined me at the metallic bar, sitting next to me. I waved at the bartender and ordered us my favourite pint.

"Not our place, Hemingway. But at least we got the bar." Caleb broke through with people he trusted and was friends with. He was different when you get to know him. A cool kid.

"I agree, mate. But hey, it's better than America!" I smiled. "I even fell in love and that was ruined just because it was America, I'm telling you, don't bother with that place."

He smiled, taking a sip of his drink. They managed to give us the bottles, so we swung at them and called up for another. My body felt warm with the alcohol inside of it.

"Who was this girl, or girls, anyway?" Caleb asked, running his hand over his face.

"Um, there was a German girl." he cringed at the mention of German. "... and a Hispanic. I was dating the Hispanic one before the German one. But I fell in love with both. That's why I came back, America only fucks you up that bad. It's a strange country which accepts that. I don't, so I had to get back and forget about it." I said, taking a gulp of my beer.

The liquid ran down my throat, leaving a cringe worthy taste I adored. Placing it back down, I saw Caleb was looking at the dance floor, as if trying to listen to something. I tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention back at me.

"There's a beautiful girl calling for you." he said, looking back at the floor.

I looked the way he was looking and suddenly held my breath.

"Kristin?" I spit out.

She smiled and practically ran up to me. My heart raced just seeing her. She stopped just before me, I guess she wanted to hug me but thought better of it. Something ran through her head as she looked at me.

"Kristin, hey. What are you doing in Paris?" I asked her.

"That's what I was going to ask you." she said.

I looked at Caleb for a moment, giving him a signal to bounce. I knew he hated the dancing thing, but he shrugged and left, walking into the crowd. She took his spot and turned her seat to face the bar, not even looking at me. I felt the anger she was feeling, and I didn't know what to do.

"I needed to leave, Kris. I apologize for not telling you in advance." I started. "But, I can see you left without notice as well."

She sighed, letting her hands lay on the table. I moved my hand over hers and ran my fingers between hers, holding her hand. She squeezed, making my heart jump. I squeezed back.

"I needed to leave too." she then turned her face to mine and saw the rejection I was going to get. It still hurt. I blamed America for falling in love with her. And I thought that if I left, I'd forget about her. I sure didn't.

"Oli, we have to break up." she said, not looking into my eyes.

"I know..." I put my free hand under her chin to lift it so she could look at me. "But we could still have break up sex, right?" I smiled.

She smiled, getting the joke. But I was only half joking. Letting her chin go, she still had her eyes on mine. I pulled her off the chair and led her to the dance floor.

Jasmine Urbaniak

Landing In France was a tiring and uneventful thing. I got here, went to a hotel, I slept. The next day I woke up at around two in the afternoon. I had ordered breakfast in and watched the TV, catching a French soap opera. Thank God for knowing French. I watched with ease, but barely focused on the novella since my brain was whizzing with thoughts of Ashton and how I'd get to him.

The hotel was a private suite. I had a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and full bath. Also, a balcony over viewing Paris. It was very elegant with shades of gold, crème, light brown, and some pink. There was crown-mouldings, soft edges and luxurious furniture. I slept in a queen size bed with a mattress made of angel wings.

I pulled out my laptop and looked through Google, trying to find something under Ashton Von Baxter. A few things flipped up and they were all old news. Except for one thing about his movie coming up in France. He was filming here. Then, I had the urge to look up Bradley. So many things about me, including something just fresh off the French news.

It said I was throwing a concert, I was. But another thing shocked me.

Nouveau! Ashton Von Baxter sort avec Bradley! Nous avons parlé avec quelques supporters, famille et amis. Ils confirment tous l'amour. Ici-bas, nous avons des photos des jours sur Walking Dead. Mais, nous avons d'autres nouvelles de lui tricher sur elle avec une nouvelle fille. Nous n'avons pas son nom dans le moment, mais nous avons des photos.

This translated into: Just in! Ashton Von Baxter is dating Bradley! We spoke with a few fans, family, and friends. They all confirm the love. Down here, we have photos of the days on Walking Dead. But, we have other news about him cheating on her with a new girl. We don't have her name in yet, but we have photos.

I scrolled down passed the Walking Dead shots and couldn't believe my eyes at the other pictures. They got me. As in Jasmine Urbaniak, kissing Ashton. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Shit.
Shit.

Shit. shit. Shitty shitty shit.

I couldn't stop saying saying shit over and over in my head as I looked at my picture. I hope they don't find out about me. Saving the page, I got out of bed.

William Franco

It was time for me to do something with my life. Everyone left, and I can't just sit around, bored to death. So, I went off-roading on the middle of the night. There was an event created, so I joined. A few guys my age and older joined in this event. We were in a village in Connecticut and the course was wonderful.

We drove around in our trucks. The course was a mix of snow, rain, ice, sludge, and mud, which was an amazing fun ride. It was a few hours of fun, and then we went for some grub.

"Chilli, please!" I said to the lady behind the table. She was with other woman, the wives of the married guys. They had a table set with food in this garage, and we all sat down on the other tables set for us. We were dirty and muddy, and that made us all smile.

I got the food on my plate and sat down on the metal table next to some guys my age. We sort of split by age group at lunch time just because of... okay, it's not normal, but today we did.

As I chomped down, some of the guys spoke about so many random things, my mind didn't catch on. Some of them I recognized, but others, I only knew from school.

"Hey, after we're done, I'm having a party. All of you should come!" A guy said.

Looking up, I caught his eyes in mine. He gave me a short glare then looked back at the others. This is how I knew him, he was Allen Saravia.