I'm trying to soften up my skin, because my hands are all calloused and stuff from BMXing because I refuse to use gloves, because than my hands get sweaty. But no matter what I do, it's not working. Does anyone have tips? Message me if you do. I've been using that Johnson's baby lotion and this lotion i got form victoria's secret but ehh.

Anyways. Chapter five :D I changed the main group title so it's got a little bit of what the story about is in the title. I usually don't do that, but whatever.

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On Saturday I woke up early, showering and getting ready for another long day of searching. When I looked outside, I wanted to cry. It was raining. I groaned and stepped into the wet and cold. It would rain on a day where I had to be outside the whole time. I looked at Hudson's door for a moment but than pulled myself away. I didn't need his help.

I hurried down the steps and went in the opposite direction then I had yesterday. Where I was, it seemed to only have apartments. I shivered as the wind blew and I pulled my jacket tighter around me. I had to find the house today.

I wasn't sure how far I walked, or where I was to be completely honest, but I did no that in four hours, I had made no progress at all. There were tons of yellow houses will brown shutters and doors, but none had a brown star on them.

My hair rested, damp and tangled, on my shoulders, rain dripping from the ends of it. I wiped some droplets off my forehead as they began to roll down it. I groaned in frustration. My feet were sore, I was drenched, and I was hungry.

My shoes squished as I walk, waterlogged and cold. My toes were numb already. I splashed through a puddle as I went down yet another row of houses that didn't include the particular one I was looking for.

I lowered my head and continued walking, watching my feet splash the water from the ground. The low rumble of thunder that entered my ears made my spirits dropped even more. If there was one thing I couldn't handle, it was thunder.

I looked up and came face to f ace with a tall, wire fence. I ground my teeth in frustration. A dead end! You'd think they would put a sign or something to tell people that! I surveyed the fence for a minute and with a heavy sigh, walked up to it and hooked my foot through one of the gaps and pulled myself up.

Slowly and deliberately I began to crawl up the side of the fence, the metal digging into my bear hands. The rain made it slippery and I struggled to hold onto the wire. When I reached the top, I carefully straddled it and began to bring my other leg over when a loud burst of thunder crashed above me, making me jump, and lose my grip.

The world spun around me for a second, and I felt like I was floating. That is until I landed on the cold, wet, hard ground. I groaned and stayed immobile, scowling at the grey sky. Today was just not my day. I closed my eyes and let the rain pelt down on my face.

Someone laughed from above me and my eyes shot open and I jolted up, looking in all directions. Finally my eyes landed on a familiar man with black hair standing on the other side of the fence I just fell from, holding a black umbrella.

"Hudson? What are you doing here?" I asked, scrambling to get off the ground. I went to brush off my butt, just to find it covered in mud, as well as my back.

"Following you," he answered with a shrug. "Apparently we both decided to search today, and I saw you so I decided to follow you."

"Stalker," I muttered.

"I'm glad I did too," he continued with a smirk, "otherwise I might have missed your grand fall just now."

"Shut up," I demanded, crossing my arms. "It was slippery and the thunder startled me."

Hudson chuckled again, and in one swift motion, he threw the umbrella up, hooked his hand on the top of the fence and pulled himself over. I stared in awe, my mouth wide open. He landed gracefully, catching the umbrella again and winking at me.

"That's how you do it."

"What? H-how did you do that?"

"I took gymnastics a few years ago. And I've been working out so it's easy. I need to stay in shape to do this job, you see," he explained, with a shrug. "Anyways, I need to continue my searching. Would you like to accompany me? You don't seem to be getting anywhere."

I huffed and turned my back on him. "I don't need your help. I am doing perfectly fine."

Hudson chuckled. "Okay, whatever you say. Take this though."

I turned just in time to catch the umbrella he through at me. I stared at it for a second and then frowned at him, holding it out back to him. "You take it. I'm already soaked."

"You keep it," he ordered, pointing a finger at me.

"But-"

Before I could finish my protest, he was already running away. I stared after him for a second before going in the opposite direction of the way he had ran. I balanced the umbrella on my shoulder, glad to have an escape from the rain. I started walking again, renewed and feeling slightly happier.

Two hours later, I was grumpy again. I sneezed loudly, and it hurt my throat. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This searching was getting me nowhere. My hand was numb and cramped from holding the umbrella and now my pants were completely soaked through. I stomped my feet on the ground a few times.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, as it had been for the past few hours. No storm had arisen yet, but the sky was darkening. I stuffed my shaking hand into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, clumsily flipping it open to check the time. Five o' clock. My stomach rumbled as if on cue. If I wanted to make it home before nightfall, I would have to go now.

I sighed, stuffing my cell phone back into my pocket and turned around, about to head home. I froze when I realized I had no clue of which way I came from, and obviously I had no idea where I was. Panic began to constrict my throat and I had to take a few deep breaths to make it go away.

"I'll be okay," I told myself, trying to keep calm. "I'll find my way back."

I looked both ways down the street I was on. They looked so similar. I would just have to go with my gut instinct. I closed my eyes and spun in a circle, stopping randomly. It looked like I was going to go to the right. I clenched the umbrella tighter in my hand as the wind started up and I started down the street.

The rain started getting heavier and heavier as I hurried down the dark street. Streetlights flickered and came on, calming my nerves the slightest bit. With a cry of surprise, my feet slipped out from under me and I fell backwards, once again landing on my back in the mud.

I couldn't believe what bad luck I was having. Was it really this hard to find one single house? It couldn't be out of this town, because I knew my visions were limited to about a ten to twenty mile radius, if that. I shut my eyes and got the motivation to get off the muddy ground. Wearily, I staggered to my feet, feeling very depressed at the outcome of this situation.

It was impossible. I already knew a long time ago that I was lost. I just didn't want to accept this little alarming fact. I grit my teeth together. Perhaps I was going in the wrong direction. I pulled out my cell phone; it was my last chance of hope.

As if on some kind of cue, my cell phone went off. I nearly dropped it in surprise, but somehow managed to catch it. To my surprise, the caller I.D showed up as "Hudson." I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Since when did I have Hudson's number, and he had mine?

Not wanting to lose this chance of salvation I quickly opened the phone and pressed the talk button, pressing it to my ear. Thunder rumbled loudly overhead and the first streak of lightning lit the sky.

"Where are you?" Hudson asked in a hurried voice. "I tried your house, but your door was locked."

I grimaced. "Did you even think about trying to at least knock?"

"Yeah, I did that after, but you didn't answer. Are you home?"

"No..."

"Where are you then?" he repeated, and I heard the jingle of keys in the background.

"Um..." I hesitated. I didn't want to admit to him I was lost. But then again, I didn't want to be out here all night. I sighed. "I have no clue. I'm lost."

"Lost? I'm coming to get you," he responded, to my surprise. I thought he was going to laugh.

"Are there any street signs you can see?" he asked as another crash of thunder erupted from above me.

"Hold on," I replied, walking towards the closest street sign. "Spruce Street? I think?"

"Oh," Hudson responded, sounding surprised. He chuckled a little. "You're almost home!"

"I am?"

"Yeah, follow Spruce Street and you will come to the park we were at the day you did your shopping."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you there. Stay on the phone with me though," he ordered and I heard a door close.

"Why?"

"You're a attractive young lady walking the streets at night, you figure it out," he responded, and I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

I felt myself blush slightly in the dark. He just called me attractive. I shook my head, what was I thinking. I heard the sound of a car engine starting and looked around surprised until I realized it was through the phone.

"You can drive?" I asked startled.

"Yup," Hudson responded. "Remember? I'm older than you."

"So are you eighteen?"

"Yep. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I responded. "I'll be seventeen in two months..."

Hudson laughed. "Wouldn't it be funny if your birthday was on the day I am supposed to die?"

"Haha, not really."

Hudson laughed again. "Your birthday doesn't happen to be June 17th does it?"

I froze in my tracks and stayed silent. June 17th was indeed my birthday. Was he serious? Was his death day really my birthday?

"Willow?" Hudson asked sounding worried "Are you still there?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. Are you serious about that being your death day?"

"Yeah, why? It that seriously your birthday?"

"Well... yeah," I responded, still in a little shock.

Hudson stayed quiet for a few seconds and then chuckled. "Who would have thought?"

I forced a little laugh too. "Yeah. What a weird coincidence. Oh, I see the park." I felt elation spread through me as I saw the open the space and benches. I was almost home.

"I'll be there in a few seconds, I'm almost there."

I hurried towards the grassy field, almost running. When I got the grassy area, I slipped and slid my way towards the street. The ground was soggy and my feet sunk into it in some parts.

"Okay, I'm pulling up now," Hudson told me and I could see a car pulling up to the side of the street.

"I see yo- ah!" I screamed as I felt something hard hit me in the side, sending my phone flying.

I landed hard on my back, with whatever hit me on top of me. My head reeled for a few seconds but when it cleared I saw an oddly familiar man hovering over me. I didn't take the time to try and figure out where I had seen him before. I quickly shoved my hands onto his chest and started thrashing about, trying to get him off me.

"Ugh," the man on me groaned as he tried putting his hands on either side of me. "Stop hitting me!"

"Then. Get. Off!" I shrieked, pounding into his chest. "Pervert!"

"You little brat, no your manners," the man growled, bringing a fist up.

I flinched and covered my face. But before his fist made contact his weight disappeared. I quickly scrambled in the mud, trying to get to my feet. After a few fruitless attempts, a strong grip on my upper arm pulled to my feet and steadied me.

"You okay?" Hudson asked, clenching and unclenching his fist in front of him. "It's been awhile since I punched someone."

I looked for the man he had punched, and saw his figure retreating, already far in the distance. Hudson cracked his knuckles and turned around.

"I warned you," he told me in an I-told-you-so kind of tone.

"Yeah, well, I was on the phone with you wasn't I?" I responded. "I could have fought him off myself too."

"Yeah, okay," Hudson scoffed. "Coming from the girl who can't even walk without falling."

"It's slippery, okay?" I responded defensively.

Hudson laughed. "Okay, whatever. Let's just go."

Together we walked the rest of the way across the park lawn. When we made it to Hudson's car I gave a low whistle.

"This looks fancy."

Hudson shrugged. "I guess. It was a present from the parents."

"Are you rich or something?"

"Something like that," Hudson responded with a mysterious smile. "Get in."

"I'm all wet and muddy. I'm going to wreck your seats."

"Don't worry, I already put a towel down for the dog."

I scowled at him but got in when he opened the door for me. I made sure the towel was placed correctly and than snapped on my seatbelt as Hudson rounded the car and got in the drivers side. He started the engine and put on the heat.

"So any luck with the rest of your searching?" he asked me, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"None of your business," I told him, looking out the window at the rain-washed world.

Hudson chuckled. "I'll take that as a no."

I stayed silent, and he didn't pry for any more information. When we reached the apartment, Hudson parked his car in a little garage I had failed to notice before. I got out and stretched.

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I started climbing the stairs to my apartment.

"Don't expect it too often, I don't like driving," Hudson responded, playing with his keys.

"Why?"

"I don't really like using the stuff my parents give me," he told me.

I wanted to ask more, but decided not to pry. If he wanted to share with me the reason why, then he would. I bid him goodnight and retired to my apartment, stripping on wet clothes as I went. Although I was tired, I forced myself to go into the bathroom and take a warm shower. After I was done I slipped on my pajamas and walked over to my bed. I got comfortable under the covers and looked up at my ceiling.

I had until four o'clock tomorrow afternoon to find this house. After two days of relentless searching, I still hadn't made any progress. How in the world would I be able to find it? I turned on my side, and tried to ease my mind. I'd worry about it in the morning. I'd need what sleep I could get. After a few minutes of silence I was finally able to fall asleep.