"Come on," Erin, Aurelia's coworker, begged. "Please come out with me, tonight? I'll pay for whatever the hell it is that you underage party-gals drink."

"I don't really want to, E." The pink haired teen sighed from over the phone; she'd just gotten out of the shower, rolling her eyes as her gaze caught the deep purple marks under her coffee brown irises. "I'm just, not in the mood."

"Too bad, you're coming! See you in thirty!"

The teen groaned as the line went dead, slamming her phone shut and lazily walking over to her closet; her body still ached from the night before, and she'd only hoped that Erin wasn't going to drag her to P3.

When she woke up, and found out that it wasn't a nightmare she'd had, she lost it. She stormed out of the manor, causing a couple cracks to form in the stain glass window that was placed in the center of the door from how hard she'd slammed it; she wanted to cool off before speaking to any of them again, mainly Paige and Chris.

They'd told her that some guys broke into the house while she was sleeping, and that they weren't home.

She knew it was bullshit.

That was two weeks ago.

Sighing, Aurelia plucked out a black strapless dress, skin-tight, that ended at her mid-thighs; she matched it with black and pink wedged heel boots, rhinestone embedded fishnet stockings, and her normal, simple, makeup.

...

"I'm not going in there."

"Too bad, sugartits!" Erin laughed, gripping her friend's wrist a little too harshly; Aurelia had managed to squirm her hand into a looser grip, but still felt very uncomfortable on the premises.

P3 was roaring with life, the amount of people making her anxious as she'd immediately lost Erin in the crowd. She weaved through the crowd, trying her best not to hyperventilate as she made her way to the bar. "Can I have a water?" She asked, her voice gravelly as her breathing had remained at a steady pace - fast, but steady.

She accepted the bottle gratefully, screwing off the lid and gulping down two mouthfuls of water.

"You know this club is for 21 and over, right?" An all-too familiar voice sounded from behind her. She froze, her eyes locking onto the wall on the opposite side of the room. She'd hoped that, if she didn't acknowledge him, then he would go away, he would leave her alone.

But, that didn't happen.

"Freckles, look at me, talk to me." Chris pleaded, knowingly not grabbing her shoulder to turn her; he'd learned from the last time, when she'd flinched. "Please, I want to apologize."

"Leave me alone, Christopher."

"Ouch. . ." He mumbled, following behind her as she weaved her way toward the exit. She made it out before him, the crisp night air nipping at her skin as she'd tried to walk from the building; Chris ran after her, reaching the corner of the block, when she'd finally turned around. "Thank you."

He shoved his hands into his front pants pockets, slowly approaching her as he awkwardly looked to his feet. When her boots came into view, he finally met her heartbroken gaze; he understood that look wholeheartedly, he wore it every time Leo crossed his mind. It was a look of betrayal, fear, and sorrow.

"Aurelia, I'm so fucking sorry for what happened the other night." He began, "I told them not to bring you back-"

"Do you blame everyone but yourself, all of the damn time?" She asked, interrupting him as tears clouded her vision. The street lights reflected in her glasses, but he still saw straight through the light; those golden flecks had dulled, almost having completely faded from existence. "Is that really how you are? Tell me, Chris, what's it like to be so blissfully ignorant, that you don't even apologize for your own actions?"

"I-"

"My entire life, I have been blaming myself for other peoples actions. I have been taking responsibility for everything! The abuse, the assault, the death - all of it. I make excuses for other people's behaviors, not my own." She spoke, her voice shaky. "And to have my best friend of fifteen years lie to my face about what happened to me that night? Why? Tell me, Chris, if you're so passionate about blaming everybody else, why the fuck was I lied to about my own injuries?"

"I can't tell you-"

She nodded, allowing the tears to finally fall. Her face fell into an emotionless expression, but the pain in her eyes ignited the fire that burned within her brain; it broke Chris to see her like that. "Never speak to me again, Chris. Not even on my deathbed."

The pink haired teen had begun to walk away, but before either one of them could process what they were doing, Chris grasped her shoulder and orbed them to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. Aurelia had almost fallen off the edge, if it weren't for Chris protectively wrapping his arms around her waist.

"How the hell-" She looked to her left, where Chris was looking into her face. "How did we get up here?"

He took a deep breath, "Magic."

She rolled her eyes, "Why do I even bother asking. . .?" She muttered to herself, fearfully clutching onto Chris' shirt as she stared at the passing vehicles hundreds of feet below them. Chris closed his eyes, his feelings about the situation being conflicted. He was relieved to have saved her from falling off the bridge, secretly happy that she was in his arms, annoyed that she had managed to make him to reveal the truth to her, a little frightened on whether or not this would be considered kidnapping, and his stomach was flipping at their close proximity.

The wind blew her hair, causing her tight ponytail to fall, and her hot pink hair to end at the small of her back, right where Chris' arm was. "I'm not lying, this time." He spoke, his jade green eyes finally captivating her coffee brown ones for longer than they had all night. "Where would you like to go?"

"What?"

"Where, in the world, have you always dreamed of traveling to?" He repeated, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched the gears in her brain turn. A small smirk crawled to his lips as she had finally thought of her answer.

"I've always wanted to go to Athens, Greece."

A blue light absorbed them, and she fearfully clutched onto his shirt once more, before their scenery had changed completely. They were stood on an incline above the city of Athens, and her eyes grew wide; she went to take a step forward, but froze when she heard the ground under he feet crackle.

"You landed us on top of the Acropolis?!" She whisper-yelled, her eyes glowing with astonishment; the moonlight illuminated her features perfectly. Her hair shone a deep pink, almost magenta color, her outfit hugged her body perfectly, and the fact that he'd caused such a wide smile to wash over her lips warmed his heart. "You're insane."

"Says the pink haired criminal psychologist with freckles." He teased, slowly joining her at the edge with a smile. He snaked his right arm around her waist, and was a little shocked that she hadn't said anything about it.

"Says the freaky magic dude with shaggy hair." She sassed back, laying her head on his chest as they watched one of the most beautiful cities sleep.

...

He'd orbed her back to her apartment, awkwardly standing still as she regained her footing. He didn't want to go snooping around, and he'd never seen her apartment, before; he was a little nervous, though he'd never admit it.

The teen yawned, "Fuckin' hell, it's four in the morning." She groaned, before motioning for him to follow her. "You can have the bed, I'll take the couch."

"Uh, no. You take the bed, I'll take the couch."

"My apartment, my rules, buddy."

"I could literally just orb you to your room." He threatened, a lazy smile dancing across his face. She yawned once more, walking over to her fridge and removing three energy drink from it. Chris' expression changed quickly, his eyes widening at the drinks that she'd sat on the counter. She noticed him staring, causing her to furrow her brows.

"What's up?"

"You are not drinking those."

"Uh, yes I am."

The brunette quickly orbed to the kitchen, confiscating the three energy drinks, and orbing back to the living room. "Nuh-uh, these are goin' out the window."

"Chris, I need them." She whispered, her eyes glossy with exhaustion and fear. "I can't sleep, I'll-"

"Have nightmares?"

Aurelia nodded silently, looking to her hands in embarrassment. Chris sighed, quickly orbing the drinks into the sink, dumping them, then throwing the cans out; he then noticed that she'd begun to lose balance, catching her as she had almost fallen backwards. He scooped her up, his arm under her knees, and his other arm wrapped around her waist. He followed the hallway, leading to the only bedroom in the entire apartment.

It was decently sized, with a king size bed against the wall with the window; it had a view of the city, and he could tell why she'd chosen to place it there. Chris walked over to the bed, laying the nineteen year old down, and covering her up with her comforter. She looked back up at him, her eyes remaining fearful and glossy; they resembled glass, and he could have sworn he saw another emotion flash through them momentarily.

"I'll be on the couch-"

"Can you please, just, stay in here?" She whispered, gently clutching onto his wrist.

He sent her a small smile, awkwardly removing his shirt and crawling next to her under the covers. He was determined not to make physical contact with her, but when she'd rolled over and placed her head on his chest, he couldn't help but play with her hair.

He felt his face heat up, before his jade green eyes followed her gaze through the window. They looked at the stars, in silence, until her soft rhythmic breathing blew against his chest. He smiled to himself, not even caring that he'd come too far to turn back. He tightened his arm's grip around her waist subtly, laying his head above hers.

Chris had kissed her forehead once more, and he was so glad that she was a decently heavy sleeper.