Angus has one too many surprises behind his back. Here I was waiting for another one. We boarded the plane to Italy and Georganne came up next to me. "Isn't this exciting? We'll be in Italy a whole week!"

"Geez, why so long?" I asked.

"That's just what was scheduled, I don't deal with that stuff. What are you gonna do first?"

"Eat the biggest pizza I can find."

"All of it?"

"I don't share my food." I wagged a finger at her. She giggled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She took the aisle seat by mine and pulled her tray up and down. "I'm going on a picture hunt. Want to make as many memories as possible. Hope the camera works, I spent all morning fixing it." I shifted comfortably in my spot and bit the inside of my cheek.

"Oh, I know what I'll do," I said. "I'm getting a haircut."

"A haircut?" Georganne smiled. "How short?"

"A little past my ears."

"Aw, cute! Short hair is good for the hotter weather. Do you know where? I mean, where you'll get it done?"

"Yeaaaah no. Didn't think about that." I brushed my hair aside and stuck my tongue out in thought. "I'll find some place."

"Better get it cut before Angus takes you out," she winked. My eyes veered to her with a concerned look.

"...what?" Her smile grew bigger.

"He is, isn't he?"

"I don't know, is he?"

"He is." I frowned at her.

'What makes you say that? He never said anything to you. I mean-he said we would do something on the 25th but he didn't say what. You don't know anymore than I do."

"The 25th huh? What's the 25th?"

"Well, the 20th is the day we met for the first time so he-said we would-I don't know. He likes to surprise me and he knows I don't like those."

"You know when a boy teases a girl it means he likes her," she poked me.

"You don't say."

"Teasin' ya' love. Your hair will look great, put a little bow in it, maybe some curls..." Georganne and I spent the rest of the plane ride talking about what I should wear and what to say and I felt like a girl due to the subject, but at the same time, a dude because Georganne was acting like my 'wingman'. Wingwoman. Or maybe just a true, genuine friend.

Once we reached Rome, I kept true to my word. Not-not the pizza, about the haircut. We found this little shop that sold medicine, books, and haircuts. How quaint. I sat in the squeaky swivel chair and told the lady what I wanted. I wasn't too caught on with letting this old, old, old and crusty woman with the shaky hands hold a pair of scissors to my face. But, she did an okay job. My hair did look nice. Or 'cute' as Georganne said.

We were out shopping while the boys got ready for their show. It wasn't till that night at the hotel that I overheard what was going on.

"I'm worried for Hannah, not him," Malcolm said around the corner. I hid on an abandoned housekeeping cart as they came into view. "Angus doesn't always know when to stop and with the way he's been now-" He slapped his hands in his pockets. "I just don't know. Maybe he'll know to keep his hands to himself."

"Well you remember what he did last time he tried anything," Cliff said. "I mean I know I wasn't there, but I know he felt real bad."

"Yeah, he did. But he won't remember how he felt if he's thinkin' with the wrong part of his body."

"Nah Mal, he won't hurt her. He promised..." As Cliff saw Mal's downcast face he too began to doubt.

"Hope you're right, for Hannah's sake. I know she can let him know he's crossin' boundaries but-fuck, I can't help but think-of that panic attack she had-in 1975, you weren't there of course-" Malcolm shook his head. "Don't want her to go through shit like that ever again."

What was up with Angus? I didn't want to talk about that day again let alone experience it. Angus wasn't getting-fresh was he? I walked to my room to see him sitting on the couch. He looked up and smiled at me. His hair was soaked and he was still out of breath. "Hey love. Where's your hair?"

"In some garbage can by now," I said sitting next to him. He pulled me to himself and leaned back against the armrest.

"Looks nice," he mumbled as he nuzzled into it. "Tomorrow's the 25th ya' know."

"Yep. So uh-are we gonna-"

"Shhh..." He rubbed my arm up and down and lay back so I rested on top of him. "Tomorrow. Okay?" I only nodded. "Tomorrow..." He relaxed but didn't lose his grip.

Tomorrow.