Chapter 6

Vega looked around her as she bit into some ice cubes. Here I am, sitting in a white mansion, eating ice, watching one of the most craved men in the world play on my N64. "Alright, I think you've had enough practice Jordan Taylor. Now it's time for a little one on one!" she said, grabbing the other controller and restarting the game. "HeeeeeeeeeeyyY!! I almost beat it!" Taylor said, only half joking. "Let's see you take on someone with experience!" she challenged. The duo began playing eachother, and after Vega had beat poor Jordan more than 15 times, he finally surrendered. "Whew, I'm beat!" Jordan finally said. He checked his watch. "Holy crap! 1:30am!! I'm so screwed!" he said frantically, grabbing his jacket. He started towards the door but then stopped. Maybe I should just bunk it here, he thought. Nothing will happen right now.. we're just friends. He addressed Vega, "Hey V, I think I'll take you up on that offer to sleep over! Mom and dad would shoot me if they knew I got back this late!". Vega looked a little nervous, but shrugged it off and said, "Alright, I'll go make up the bed for you.". She trudged up the stairs and grabbed some sheets. Taylor followed close behind her. She made up the bed for him, and turned over a picture that had been face down of the 2 of them for a long time. She smiled as she looked at it, and two arms came around her waist. A head plopped on her shoulder. "I still really do love you, you know," Jordan whispered in her ear. Vega sighed, and pulled away. "What? What did I do?" Jordan asked. "Nothing.. it's... it's.. nothing," she stuttered. "Good night, Jordan Taylor Hanson." "Good night V.". Vega closed the door to her room, and walked towards her mother's. She crawled into the big bed on top of a feather matress, and under flannel sheets. Even in the summer, the warmth of the blankets still felt good. She drifted off to sleep.

Vega awoke in a cold sweat. She checked the clock. 4:30am. She was terrified. They were after her, they all were. Whew what a nightmare, she told herself. She was so scared she couldn't move. Finally, after deciding the floor wasn't out to get her, she stepped onto it, testing it out. She then ran into her bedroom, forgetting Jordan was in there. Then, she saw him. Shirt off, sleeping in her bed. She crawled in next to him under his arms, and she wasn't frightened anymore. His arms fit so snuggly around her stomach. His grip tightened on her, and she knew this was how she always wanted it to be. Vega Hanson. Has a nice ring to it, agree?