DISCLAIMERS: We all know the drill by now that Chapter One has the proper disclaimers. Once again, I thank my beta reader, June Birdie, for her dedication to helping me out here.

A/N: Wow, two chapters in one day! That's a new one for me. Anyway, on with the story.

(Amy's POV)

I opened my eyes to see that it's morning…and well after nine-thirty. Not bad for someone that drank as much as I did last night…and acquire as much bruises and cuts that I received after nearly punching the lights out of Joey…urgk, why do the jerks always flock to me? I seriously don't know. Speaking of attracting jerks…why was Tristan asleep…and I'm on top of him?

Then, I remembered what I said the night before. Crap, I shouldn't have said anything at all: he got me a bit annoyed at the fact that he went through the photo album that I carried around. But, what got me nearly pissed off was when he asked about my dead family. Gees, what's wrong with that scenario? Argh, whatever. But, he got me to tell him about my uncle's guild: I guess you could say that I boast about the guild more proudly than anything else that goes on in my pathetic excuse of a life.

At least he didn't look inside my locket…speaking of which, where did I put that stupid necklace anyway? I swore I had it with me when I left NY, but it wasn't in my jacket pocket yesterday…oh great, I must have dropped it somewhere. Oh, LeMarc will have my neck if he ever found out that I lost the locket he gave me for my sixteenth birthday.

I go to sit up, making sure that I wasn't going to wake the scout himself, since he was out cold…well, he didn't seem a heavy sleeper; more like a light sleeper, like me, but sleeps through a bomb raiding if he could. Thankfully, I wasn't as drunk as I would have liked, but remembering all of last night, I should have gotten drunk off my ass.

As I turned my head to glance at Tristan's sleeping body, I noticed a few things that I didn't catch at first: his tattoos on his cheeks were glowing slightly from the morning sun, his hair, braids and all, were lightly fanned out on the pillow, and his calloused hands grasped the sheets with a light, but firm, grip. For lack of a better word, I guessed that he was relaxed in his sleep. I must have slightly moved a bit too fast, because Tristan muttered, "Stop moving," in his sleep.

Managing to get his arm off of me, I lean on my side to look at this still sleeping scout. I brushed Tristan's hair from his face, taking in the tattoos more attentively. I then brushed my forefinger from his cheekbone to his jaw line, gliding my finger lightly across his skin. I then glided the back of my hand along his jaw line, awing at the softness of his skin and smiled once I reached his beard, which appeared coarse, but was really soft to the touch.

Then, his dark brown eyes met with my hazel-brown. He looked as though he didn't sleep at all.

"Like what you see, Amelia?" he asked in a soft, but musky, tone.

My God, he's even hotter at this moment. Perhaps, I should toy with him as well, seeing that he was trying to do the same with me. But, where did he found out my full first name? Who really knows, honestly.

"Mmm-hmm. You sleep well?" I asked him as I suppressed a yawn.

Tristan nodded his head.

"You curious about something, milady?"

"How did you know my full first name? I haven't told you at all last night."

"I thought you did."

"No, I didn't. Trust me, I would have remembered…and no, I'm not forgetful when I get drunk. I remember everything."

"I would figure that you do. Anyway, how are your bruises looking?"

Shit, I forgot about those…well, when you get beaten up a few times in your life, you seem to forget the pain when someone punches you or slaps you around. But, I got hit with a freaking pipe! Now, that would have hurt…if I actually thought about it, but I never did.

"Doesn't hurt at all, really. To tell you the truth, I forgot about that until now."

"Let me see them…"

I eyed him funny: he wanted to see them?

"I mean your hands," he said as he took them into his own.

He inspected my knuckles, which were bandaged pretty well, and saw that they stopped bleeding and needed to be redressed. He undid the wrapping and I saw, for the first time that morning, how bad they were. The skin was pulled back, exposing bone and muscle to the whole world if left unbandaged. But, other than that, it wasn't hideous.

"I'm surprised that you even fought back. Most women, in my time, would either get beaten to death or one of the passing people would stop them. Sometimes, us knights might see to it," Tristan said to me as he finished rewrapping fresh bandages to my hands.

"Here, it's either you die trying, or not fight back at all and let them see that you're weak. Besides, I've been in situations like that before. Never even occurred to me that I had to get dirty with what happened last night. I usually have my gun on me, but knowing security at bars, I left that and my Sais here. But, it's better with what you can make do at a time like last night than be helpless at all.

"Anyhoo, I think I might want to wash up first before we do anything big today," I said as I got up from the bed and took out clothes that I was going to need once I got out of my shower.

Once in the bathroom, I stripped myself of the clothes, feeling a bit lighter and freer as each article of clothing falls into a heap on the floor. I rubbed my right shoulder as I turned on the hot water on maximum. After that, I stepped into the shower, the water calming my nerves instantly. I sighed in pleasant content as I just stood under the hot water.

Then, out of nowhere, my keen hearing caught something at the door of the bathroom. I scanned the area with my third eye to find…oh, great: out of all the knights, Mr. 'Dark Curls and Coy Smiles' had to walk in. What a great way to enjoy my shower. I mean, I have no grudges against the guy: he had Roxie and all, but he is a womanizer! I mean, c'mon; why would any girl want to be bedded by the only knight that ever beds numerous women in his time. I sure that Roxie changed that once she came into his life. Silently thanking my lucky stars that he didn't check to see who was in the shower, he was at the sink, fixing his hair…oh, boy. I'm gunna puke because of that.

He was dressed in a nice shirt and faded blue jeans…but the shirt had to go: it was blue-and-yellow striped. Ew, who would wanna wear that with blue jeans????

I had to do something…something to get him out of the bathroom…but, how? Oh, that's right-I could do either the following: I could use my psychic powers to get him out of here, I could get his attention from the other room and lock the door—

"If you want me out of here, you should have asked," the knight said out of nowhere. "It's not like I'm gunna sneak a peek at you while you're in the shower."

What? How did he know about me being in the shower? Oh, right…the water. But, seriously, how did he know?

"The shirt doesn't look right with the pants. Change it to something more of a…of a…dark blue or white. You could even go for black or green. Anything but what you're wearing now," I said to him with an honest mind of fashion.

"Really? Because Gawain told me that—I'm going to kill him," Lancelot said as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After mentally locking the door after Lancelot left, I then tried to reestablish the mood before Mr. 'Dark Curls' came and ruined it. Finally, peace and quiet…no more distract—

"Che cosa l'Inferno?!" I cursed out loud in Italian as the hot water suddenly turns into cold real fast.

I turned the shower off immediately, grabbed for a towel blindly, pulled back the curtain of the shower and stormed out of the bathroom. Tristan looked up from the photo album to see me really pissed off.

"I'm gunna kill the ones responsible for ruining my shower…" I mumbled under my breath as I got out to the living room.

Gawain, Galahad, Lancelot, Bors, Dagonet, Arthur, Guinevere, and Roxie were all watching T.V. when I came out of the guest room, water dripping onto the hardwood floor and me looking really red in the face with anger.

"WHO.TURNED.OFF.THE.HOT.WATER.FAUNCET?" I said through gritted teeth, having a general idea as to who did it.

"Whoa, an angry Amy…that's not good news," Galahad said as both Gawain and Lancelot, being the closest to me, backed off real fast.

"Well, if ya ask me, lass, it was those two o'er there," Bors said as he pointed over to the two cowering knights.

That's it…no more being Ms. Nice Assassin. I went back to grab a Sai and walked out with it in my hand. Sure enough, I had both Gawain and Lancelot running to hide behind both Roxie and Tristan, who now joined the others.

"Er, Amy? Don't you think that's a bit much?" Arthur asked as he and the others were just sitting there, watching the whole thing unfold.

"I think the gal's lost it, finally," Bors said, pointing it out.

"Why are you after me for, Amy? Gawain was the one that turned the faucet on when I went to try and strangle his neck," Mr. 'Dark Curls' said as he went to try and strangle Gawain.

"No way! Lancelot did it! Not me!" Gawain said as he went around Tristan, forgetting for a moment that I was there.

When Gawain realized what he did, he ran back the other way, but realized that he was going into Lancelot's way; so, he ran past me to hide behind Arthur and the others. Roxie, seeing that I was teasing the two knights, pushed Lancelot into my path. What he didn't anticipate me to do was tickle him on his side. I had, while the two knights fought with one another, placed my Sai on the coffee table, waiting for the right moment to tickle any of the two.

Lancelot was howling with laughter when I tickled him. I looked towards Roxie, who inched towards Lancelot's other side and proceeded to tickle his other side. With that out of the way, I stepped away to go and give Gawain a noogie to his head. His eyes widen as he ran to the joint bathroom and locked the door from my room. I sighed as I walked around and entered through Roxie's room.

"WhatchaGoingToDoWithMe?" he asked, wide-eyed with fear.

I gave him a raised eyebrow as I gathered my clothes.

"I was going to give you a noogie…but, I wanna get into some clothes, minding that I'm in only a bath towel," I replied as I left him in there to change in Roxie's walk-in closet.

Then, Roxie was in the room, with my cell phone ringing 'Trouble'…oh, great Lucifer, that was my uncle on the other end.

"Give me," I said as I was handed my cell and closed the door behind me. "Ciao?" I asked in Italian when I answered the phone.

\Amelia? Hi, it's Uncle Marc,/ my uncle said on the other end.

"Oh, hi. What's up?"

\Did you get into San Jose ok?/

"Yeah, I got in all right. Why, what's up?"

\Why didn't you call me before?/

Shit, I forgot my promise to him. Great, I'm now among his newer recruits that forget to call in when they get into their destinations safe and sound.

"I got busy. I would have called you earlier, but—"

\Don't worry about it. I already talked to BP about this last night. I hear that you're doing pretty well so far. Learn anything new or exciting?/

What is he thinking I am, five? Wow, some things never change…but, then again, I wasn't raised with my uncle a lot when I was younger.

"No, nothing of interest. Just the standards, that's all."

\You sure?/

"Yes, Uncle Marc."

\Good./

"So, how's Grand Ol' Manhattan doing without little ol' me?" I asked, knowing he hated it whenever I used my imitation of a Texan accent.

\Lonely…the recruits aren't as much of a talker, like you. But, you were right about one thing, Amelia./

"What's that, LeMarc?" I asked, a bit concerned what I was right about.

\The rumors. They're true, all right. Three agents are down./

"What? Who? How's that possible?" I asked, now really worried about the whole rogue group.

\Rodriguez, Gomez, and Lopez. How it's possible, I don't know. Look, you take care of yourself and Roxie all right?/

"Sure thing. I'll talk you later then. I love you," I said as I tried to get my bra out of my pants leg, but couldn't and I ended up hopping on one foot.

\I love you too. Goodbye./ My uncle said as he hung up.

"Bye…oh, shit!" I shouted as I fell to the floor, my cell phone bounced once before it landed near Roxie's red Stilettos.

Great, just what I needed…please God, if you're listening right now, don't let anyone come and—too late. Tristan and Lancelot opened the door, revealing me with the towel still around my chest, but with a pair of black boy shorts and my left leg in my pants, the other looking a bit bruised.

"BOYS!" Roxie said when she saw them staring at me.

I quickly got my bra unstuck from my pants leg, turned around and finished dressing. I risk a glance behind me and saw Tristan staring at my back.

"Is that one of the other tattoos?" he asked.

He must have seen my tribal band on my upper left arm. I smirked at him as I turned around.

"Yeah, this one I got while I was still in high school. My teachers weren't too happy when I got it, but they didn't complain, since it was covered the majority of my school career there. The one on my inner arm I got not too long ago. The third one was something that I alone understand the meaning of it," I said as I bragged about my tattoos.

"I see."

"Say, you didn't tell me about your tattoos," I said as I pointed them out.

"It's a tribal thing. I got them when I was about thirteen. I was recruited into the Roman service two years later," Tristan explained.

"Ok…now, we're even," I said as I walked out to get my black Converses that I left in my room. "Were you really worried about me?"

"Not really. I thought you were being jumped by Gawain…but, he was still in the bathroom when we came into the room. But, whoever called you…were they worried?" he asked right back.

"My uncle thought that I wasn't checking in with him, like his agents would do every now and then."

"What's in that bag of yours? I could swear that I have a nice lump from it last night," Tristan said as he lifted my duffel bag.

"Oh, you mean this? Just a few days' worth of clothes, my wallet (which is still in my leather jacket pocket), my laptop—" I started to list from the top of my head.

"Laptop?" he repeated, obviously curious about it.

"Well, it's a portable computer that I carry around when I'm not at home…I'm sure that Roxie explained that one to ya…I hope. Anyway, as I was saying, I also have my pack of Marlboro Lite cigarettes and Zippo (also in jacket pocket) along with my iPod (once again, in jacket pocket), and my photo album."

"All in one bag?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah…I've gotten no complains so far," I replied.

I was sitting on the bed as I started up my laptop. Once the laptop was on, I had opened up my AOL program and went to check my email. I looked up after a while and saw Tristan staring at me. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was looking at me for.

"What?" he asked.

"You're ogling…just like Mr. 'Dark Curls'," I said as I shook my head sadly.

"No, I'm—oh…" Tristan said as he realized what he did.

(Amy's POV)

I opened my eyes to see that it's morning…and well after nine-thirty. Not bad for someone that drank as much as I did last night…and acquire as much bruises and cuts that I received after nearly punching the lights out of Joey…urgk, why do the jerks always flock to me? I seriously don't know. Speaking of attracting jerks…why was Tristan asleep…and I'm on top of him?

Then, I remembered what I said the night before. Crap, I shouldn't have said anything at all: he got me a bit annoyed at the fact that he went through the photo album that I carried around. But, what got me nearly pissed off was when he asked about my dead family. Gees, what's wrong with that scenario? Argh, whatever. But, he got me to tell him about my uncle's guild: I guess you could say that I boast about the guild more proudly than anything else that goes on in my pathetic excuse of a life.

At least he didn't look inside my locket…speaking of which, where did I put that stupid necklace anyway? I swore I had it with me when I left NY, but it wasn't in my jacket pocket yesterday…oh great, I must have dropped it somewhere. Oh, LeMarc will have my neck if he ever found out that I lost the locket he gave me for my sixteenth birthday.

I go to sit up, making sure that I wasn't going to wake the scout himself, since he was out cold…well, he didn't seem a heavy sleeper; more like a light sleeper, like me, but sleeps through a bomb raiding if he could. Thankfully, I wasn't as drunk as I would have liked, but remembering all of last night, I should have gotten drunk off my ass.

As I turned my head to glance at Tristan's sleeping body, I noticed a few things that I didn't catch at first: his tattoos on his cheeks were glowing slightly from the morning sun, his hair, braids and all, were lightly fanned out on the pillow, and his calloused hands grasped the sheets with a light, but firm, grip. For lack of a better word, I guessed that he was relaxed in his sleep. I must have slightly moved a bit too fast, because Tristan muttered, "Stop moving," in his sleep.

Managing to get his arm off of me, I lean on my side to look at this still sleeping scout. I brushed Tristan's hair from his face, taking in the tattoos more attentively. I then brushed my forefinger from his cheekbone to his jaw line, gliding my finger lightly across his skin. I then glided the back of my hand along his jaw line, awing at the softness of his skin and smiled once I reached his beard, which appeared coarse, but was really soft to the touch.

Then, his dark brown eyes met with my hazel-brown. He looked as though he didn't sleep at all.

"Like what you see, Amelia?" he asked in a soft, but musky, tone.

My God, he's even hotter at this moment. Perhaps, I should toy with him as well, seeing that he was trying to do the same with me. But, where did he found out my full first name? Who really knows, honestly.

"Mmm-hmm. You sleep well?" I asked him as I suppressed a yawn.

Tristan nodded his head.

"You curious about something, milady?"

"How did you know my full first name? I haven't told you at all last night."

"I thought you did."

"No, I didn't. Trust me, I would have remembered…and no, I'm not forgetful when I get drunk. I remember everything."

"I would figure that you do. Anyway, how are your bruises looking?"

Shit, I forgot about those…well, when you get beaten up a few times in your life, you seem to forget the pain when someone punches you or slaps you around. But, I got hit with a freaking pipe! Now, that would have hurt…if I actually thought about it, but I never did.

"Doesn't hurt at all, really. To tell you the truth, I forgot about that until now."

"Let me see them…"

I eyed him funny: he wanted to see them?

"I mean your hands," he said as he took them into his own.

He inspected my knuckles, which were bandaged pretty well, and saw that they stopped bleeding and needed to be redressed. He undid the wrapping and I saw, for the first time that morning, how bad they were. The skin was pulled back, exposing bone and muscle to the whole world if left unbandaged. But, other than that, it wasn't hideous.

"I'm surprised that you even fought back. Most women, in my time, would either get beaten to death or one of the passing people would stop them. Sometimes, us knights might see to it," Tristan said to me as he finished rewrapping fresh bandages to my hands.

"Here, it's either you die trying, or not fight back at all and let them see that you're weak. Besides, I've been in situations like that before. Never even occurred to me that I had to get dirty with what happened last night. I usually have my gun on me, but knowing security at bars, I left that and my Sais here. But, it's better with what you can make do at a time like last night than be helpless at all.

"Anyhoo, I think I might want to wash up first before we do anything big today," I said as I got up from the bed and took out clothes that I was going to need once I got out of my shower.

Once in the bathroom, I stripped myself of the clothes, feeling a bit lighter and freer as each article of clothing falls into a heap on the floor. I rubbed my right shoulder as I turned on the hot water on maximum. After that, I stepped into the shower, the water calming my nerves instantly. I sighed in pleasant content as I just stood under the hot water.

Then, out of nowhere, my keen hearing caught something at the door of the bathroom. I scanned the area with my third eye to find…oh, great: out of all the knights, Mr. 'Dark Curls and Coy Smiles' had to walk in. What a great way to enjoy my shower. I mean, I have no grudges against the guy: he had Roxie and all, but he is a womanizer! I mean, c'mon; why would any girl want to be bedded by the only knight that ever beds numerous women in his time. I sure that Roxie changed that once she came into his life. Silently thanking my lucky stars that he didn't check to see who was in the shower, he was at the sink, fixing his hair…oh, boy. I'm gunna puke because of that.

He was dressed in a nice shirt and faded blue jeans…but the shirt had to go: it was blue-and-yellow striped. Ew, who would wanna wear that with blue jeans????

I had to do something…something to get him out of the bathroom…but, how? Oh, that's right-I could do either the following: I could use my psychic powers to get him out of here, I could get his attention from the other room and lock the door—

"If you want me out of here, you should have asked," the knight said out of nowhere. "It's not like I'm gunna sneak a peek at you while you're in the shower."

What? How did he know about me being in the shower? Oh, right…the water. But, seriously, how did he know?

"The shirt doesn't look right with the pants. Change it to something more of a…of a…dark blue or white. You could even go for black or green. Anything but what you're wearing now," I said to him with an honest mind of fashion.

"Really? Because Gawain told me that—I'm going to kill him," Lancelot said as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After mentally locking the door after Lancelot left, I then tried to reestablish the mood before Mr. 'Dark Curls' came and ruined it. Finally, peace and quiet…no more distract—

"Che cosa l'Inferno?!" I cursed out loud in Italian as the hot water suddenly turns into cold real fast.

I turned the shower off immediately, grabbed for a towel blindly, pulled back the curtain of the shower and stormed out of the bathroom. Tristan looked up from the photo album to see me really pissed off.

"I'm gunna kill the ones responsible for ruining my shower…" I mumbled under my breath as I got out to the living room.

Gawain, Galahad, Lancelot, Bors, Dagonet, Arthur, Guinevere, and Roxie were all watching T.V. when I came out of the guest room, water dripping onto the hardwood floor and me looking really red in the face with anger.

"WHO.TURNED.OFF.THE.HOT.WATER.FAUNCET?" I said through gritted teeth, having a general idea as to who did it.

"Whoa, an angry Amy…that's not good news," Galahad said as both Gawain and Lancelot, being the closest to me, backed off real fast.

"Well, if ya ask me, lass, it was those two o'er there," Bors said as he pointed over to the two cowering knights.

That's it…no more being Ms. Nice Assassin. I went back to grab a Sai and walked out with it in my hand. Sure enough, I had both Gawain and Lancelot running to hide behind both Roxie and Tristan, who now joined the others.

"Er, Amy? Don't you think that's a bit much?" Arthur asked as he and the others were just sitting there, watching the whole thing unfold.

"I think the gal's lost it, finally," Bors said, pointing it out.

"Why are you after me for, Amy? Gawain was the one that turned the faucet on when I went to try and strangle his neck," Mr. 'Dark Curls' said as he went to try and strangle Gawain.

"No way! Lancelot did it! Not me!" Gawain said as he went around Tristan, forgetting for a moment that I was there.

When Gawain realized what he did, he ran back the other way, but realized that he was going into Lancelot's way; so, he ran past me to hide behind Arthur and the others. Roxie, seeing that I was teasing the two knights, pushed Lancelot into my path. What he didn't anticipate me to do was tickle him on his side. I had, while the two knights fought with one another, placed my Sai on the coffee table, waiting for the right moment to tickle any of the two.

Lancelot was howling with laughter when I tickled him. I looked towards Roxie, who inched towards Lancelot's other side and proceeded to tickle his other side. With that out of the way, I stepped away to go and give Gawain a noogie to his head. His eyes widen as he ran to the joint bathroom and locked the door from my room. I sighed as I walked around and entered through Roxie's room.

"WhatchaGoingToDoWithMe?" he asked, wide-eyed with fear.

I gave him a raised eyebrow as I gathered my clothes.

"I was going to give you a noogie…but, I wanna get into some clothes, minding that I'm in only a bath towel," I replied as I left him in there to change in Roxie's walk-in closet.

Then, Roxie was in the room, with my cell phone ringing 'Trouble'…oh, great Lucifer, that was my uncle on the other end.

"Give me," I said as I was handed my cell and closed the door behind me. "Ciao?" I asked in Italian when I answered the phone.

\Amelia? Hi, it's Uncle Marc,/ my uncle said on the other end.

"Oh, hi. What's up?"

\Did you get into San Jose ok?/

"Yeah, I got in all right. Why, what's up?"

\Why didn't you call me before?/

Shit, I forgot my promise to him. Great, I'm now among his newer recruits that forget to call in when they get into their destinations safe and sound.

"I got busy. I would have called you earlier, but—"

\Don't worry about it. I already talked to BP about this last night. I hear that you're doing pretty well so far. Learn anything new or exciting?/

What is he thinking I am, five? Wow, some things never change…but, then again, I wasn't raised with my uncle a lot when I was younger.

"No, nothing of interest. Just the standards, that's all."

\You sure?/

"Yes, Uncle Marc."

\Good./

"So, how's Grand Ol' Manhattan doing without little ol' me?" I asked, knowing he hated it whenever I used my imitation of a Texan accent.

\Lonely…the recruits aren't as much of a talker, like you. But, you were right about one thing, Amelia./

"What's that, LeMarc?" I asked, a bit concerned what I was right about.

\The rumors. They're true, all right. Three agents are down./

"What? Who? How's that possible?" I asked, now really worried about the whole rogue group.

\Rodriguez, Gomez, and Lopez. How it's possible, I don't know. Look, you take care of yourself and Roxie all right?/

"Sure thing. I'll talk you later then. I love you," I said as I tried to get my bra out of my pants leg, but couldn't and I ended up hopping on one foot.

\I love you too. Goodbye./ My uncle said as he hung up.

"Bye…oh, shit!" I shouted as I fell to the floor, my cell phone bounced once before it landed near Roxie's red Stilettos.

Great, just what I needed…please God, if you're listening right now, don't let anyone come and—too late. Tristan and Lancelot opened the door, revealing me with the towel still around my chest, but with a pair of black boy shorts and my left leg in my pants, the other looking a bit bruised.

"BOYS!" Roxie said when she saw them staring at me.

I quickly got my bra unstuck from my pants leg, turned around and finished dressing. I risk a glance behind me and saw Tristan staring at my back.

"Is that one of the other tattoos?" he asked.

He must have seen my tribal band on my upper left arm. I smirked at him as I turned around.

"Yeah, this one I got while I was still in high school. My teachers weren't too happy when I got it, but they didn't complain, since it was covered the majority of my school career there. The one on my inner arm I got not too long ago. The third one was something that I alone understand the meaning of it," I said as I bragged about my tattoos.

"I see."

"Say, you didn't tell me about your tattoos," I said as I pointed them out.

"It's a tribal thing. I got them when I was about thirteen. I was recruited into the Roman service two years later," Tristan explained.

"Ok…now, we're even," I said as I walked out to get my black Converses that I left in my room. "Were you really worried about me?"

"Not really. I thought you were being jumped by Gawain…but, he was still in the bathroom when we came into the room. But, whoever called you…were they worried?" he asked right back.

"My uncle thought that I wasn't checking in with him, like his agents would do every now and then."

"What's in that bag of yours? I could swear that I have a nice lump from it last night," Tristan said as he lifted my duffel bag.

"Oh, you mean this? Just a few days' worth of clothes, my wallet (which is still in my leather jacket pocket), my laptop—" I started to list from the top of my head.

"Laptop?" he repeated, obviously curious about it.

"Well, it's a portable computer that I carry around when I'm not at home…I'm sure that Roxie explained that one to ya…I hope. Anyway, as I was saying, I also have my pack of Marlboro Lite cigarettes and Zippo (also in jacket pocket) along with my iPod (once again, in jacket pocket), and my photo album."

"All in one bag?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah…I've gotten no complains so far," I replied.

I was sitting on the bed as I started up my laptop. Once the laptop was on, I had opened up my AOL program and went to check my email. I looked up after a while and saw Tristan staring at me. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was looking at me for.

"What?" he asked.

"You're ogling…just like Mr. 'Dark Curls'," I said as I shook my head sadly.

"No, I'm—oh…" Tristan said as he realized what he did.

A/N: Ok, what Amy said was in Italian for 'WHAT THE HELL?!' All right, please R+R when you get the chance.