A week later, the phone rang abruptly as I was trying to finish the studying for the final exam I had before Christmas break. I picked it up, not sure who it was.

"Hello? Is there a Morgan Rowlands in the house?" The voice asked, and I predicted it to be a middle aged man who smoked. I was confused and cleared my voice. "Um, yes this is Morgan," I said, tucking piece of hair behind my ear. "Well, you're the lucky girl who won the trip to Anaheim, California! Disneyland that is, specifically speaking. You entered a contest in the Widows Vale mall, did you not?" He asked. I was startled and was in shock for a few moments. Then I realized I should probably talk once the man started coughing promptly. "Oh! Yes, that was me. You mean-I...I won?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Yes! In fact, you were the name that was drawn!" He confirmed me cheerfully, "We'll be by to give you your tickets and flight information tomorrow. You leave on the 27th," He said and quickly hung up before I even got the chance to act excited. Wow. I'm going to Disneyland. But there was still the matter of the parents... So I ran to the kitchen to use the better phone, since both parents were at work and it was the weekend. I punched in the numbers of my mom's work number. "Hello honey!" My mom answered brightly.

"Hey mum. Guess what? You might be a bit angry but Mary K. made me enter this contest when we were at the mall and ...well...I won..." I started a bit lamely. There was silence at the end of the phone.

"Okay...What for?" My mom asked apprehensively. "Um...Well, it's for eight people to Disneyland..." I said, kind of nervously. "Oh...well...who are you planning on taking?" She asked and I knew she meant whether boys were involved.

"Oh um...Bree, Robbie, Jezebel...Trevor, Hunter," I coughed the last names. I heard a sigh.

"Hunter and who? Trevor? Who's that?" My mom asked. "Oh, just Hunter's old friend." I answered.

"We're going to discuss this more when I get home. I need to know the details..." Predictable motherly answer.

I let out a breath of air I'd been holding in. There was no way I could argue with that.

But I really had no idea who else I'd invite. Mary K. would probably be in Vegas still... Sky probably...Jenna and Simon would be a good choice too...

I hung up and smiled and dialed Hunter's number I naturally knew off by heart. My heart skipped a beat when I heard his crisp British accent.

"Hi," I said quietly when he answered, feeling self conscious when Jezebel's image came to my head. I tried to shake it off.

"Hey, love!" Hunter exclaimed, his voice a few notes higher than usual. I tightened my grip on the phone when a heard a female hysterical laugh from the other end. For a second I thought I'd forget about the whole trip. I mean, why go on a trip with my boyfriend when he doesn't even seem loyal?

"Who's that?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well who it was. I heard Hunter cough on something.

"Oh, just Jez..." Hunter said, sounding way too casual giving me a tug at my stomach and I wanted to throw up.

"Oh," I said, my voice sounding abnormally squeaky. I really didn't want to be on the phone that very second. I wanted to hang up without saying goodbye, crawl into my bed, curl up in a ball and cry. Crying is always best when you have nothing to cry about. It's satisfying and quenching. It's even better when something is wrong and the person who made you cry knows it, and you're not even that sad but you cry to make them feel guilty... I'm sorry. My mind tends to ramble a little more than natural. Like now. Shut up.

But instead of hanging up, I just kind of stood there listening to myself breathe.

"Morgan? Babe, are you there?" Hunter asked and again the urge to cry was there again.

"Yes, I'm here…" I said in a small voice. I decided I should be confident in myself and just tell him about the trip. So I asked, "How would you like to go on a trip with me?"

There was silence for quite a long time… a very long time in fact. I could feel my face burning. Burning hard.

"A t-trip?" he stuttered. He was going to say no. She knew it. He was definitely going to say-


A/N: Haha... I love Hunter. I wish he was real. And about five years younger. Then you've gotta keeper. How will Morgan and Huntercelebrate together?

I also notice that nobody reviews and suggests anything. They just kind of compliment me. If you think there were anythings to improve the story please let me know. Unless it's mean. Then you can shut your mouth.