Dancer POV:

Food. Who doesn't love it? I never get enough of the stuff. Food is like the best remedy for all things bad like, per say, stupid pointless crushes. When I woke up the next morning, I smelled a cinnamony scent wafting from downstairs, I immediately shot up from my cushy little bed and took a huge breath of air. It was heavenly. I got up and looked around for my shoes, which were stuffed under my bed. I noticed that Davon was still fast asleep, his peaceful face made me smile. He looked so sweet.

I trotted quickly down the stairs and around the corner to the kitchen. Lylah was standing over this device that I had never seen before.

"Hey Lylah, what's up?" I said casually.

She looked up from the silver colored machine. "Oh, hey Dancer. I'm cooking breakfast."

"Uh, what's that?" I said cocking my head towards the box like thing.

"I have no idea." She said looking back at the machine. "But if you put these toaster strudels in one of the little slits and push down on the handle, it cooks it and when it's done, it pops right back up."

"Really?" I asked, fascinated. "Cool! Can I try?

"Knock yourself out." She gestured me to come beside her.

I took the flaky body of a toaster strudel and slid it down one of the slits. After I pushed the handle down I waited. About a minute later, it popped back up. It was warm and soft. I put it on a plate and placed it on the table.

A few minutes later everybody but Davon had come down stairs and we were all sharing toaster strudels, toast, jam, fruit and other various items. I was enjoying my breakfast, that is, until Davon decided to join us.

"Mornin'." He mumbled as he slumped tiredly into the kitchen. His hair was in horrible disarray and it made me scowl.

"What?" he asked, half asleep.

"Fix your hair. It's bothering me." I snapped.

He ran a hand through it, trying to smooth it down. It didn't work. I sighed and got up to stand behind him. I slowly combed my fingers thru the knots, untangling them one by one. He didn't seem to mind and actually, I think he enjoyed it. Once I was done, I patted him on the back once and we sat down at the table again.

Everybody was staring at us. I felt the heat of blood trying to make their way to my cheeks, but I forced it down again.

Luckily I had Davon to break the silence. "I had the weirdest dream last night."

"Oh!" Dio said. "What was it?"

"Well," Davon began. "There was this angel. She walked over to me slowly and put her hand on my cheek. It was really warm so I leaned against it. suddenly she said she loved me and then she kissed me."

I choked on the water I was drinking. That was exactly what I had done to Davon.

"That is weird." I said huskily.

"Yeah." He stared at me for a second and then looked away. This was going to be a long day.

Lylah POV:

After shoving as much food as I could into the backpack that I conveniently stole from the house, we hit the skies. Nevada was about a hour from where we started and soon we coasted to a landing. I knew we were in exactly the right spot at the right time. The only problem was that they weren't there.

"Well this is great!" I said in an exasperated voice. "They're supposed to be here."

"Be patient." Jacky scolded. "I'm sure they'll be here soon."

And so we waited. I passed out power bars for everybody, which they took without argument. We talked about nothing in particular. After a while, Dio stood up angrily.

"WHERE ARE THEY!" I yelled.

"Shhhh!" we all shushed him at once.

"Sorry." He plopped back on the ground. "I just wish something would happen!"

"MAAAAAAX!" there was a scream in the distant forest. Well wished Dio.

A/N: GAH! I finally updated. Sorry. School is just so stressful you know? REVIEW!