<<Evan POV>>

I grabbed my luggage and headed off the plane, looking around for my friends. Through the sea of people, it wasn't easy, but I managed to make out the figure in the hoodie.

"Evan? What're you doing?" I whispered as I followed him. He kept turning corners, ones that held less and less people. My gut started to ache and it ordered me to turn back but I was so curious of who he was. He turned one more corner, except when I turned it, he was gone. I looked around, leaving my luggage on the ground.

"Hello?" I called. The hallway was so quiet, the slightest of sounds made me jump. I was pinned to a wall with a thud and a knife to my throat. I breathed heavily as I stare at him through his mask. He pressed a slight bit harder to me but it didn't touch me yet. I squeezed my eyes shut as he stood there..until he let go. I opened my eyes and saw him search, as if something was gonna catch him. He threw me a rock with a piece of paper and ran off. I sighed in relief as I stare at my shaking hands, I almost had a panic attack cause, you know, it's not everyday you're pinned up to a wall by a stranger with a knife in an airport. I untied the note from the Rock and threw the rubber band that held the thing together.

'Be careful who you follow around here, pretty boy.
X-Delirious'

Was this guy warning or threatening me? I don't know and don't care, I probably will never see him again anyway, so what's the point? All I know is his name is Delirious. I jumped from hands suddenly grasping my shoulders and I dropped the rock on his foot.

"Ah! Jesus, what the hell man?" Tyler held his foot in pain and hissed. "Where the hell did you get that anyway?" He said as he started to calm down.

"Ty, you can't scare me like that!" I breathed.

"Sorry sweetheart, looking for you all over the damn airport then some lady says she saw you in here." He bragged, grabbing my bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He looked at me and spread his hands out and waited. "Well? C'mon! I ain't your personal limo driver!" He started walking down the hall with my backpack as I rolled my suitcase.

"Douche."

"I heard that!" He yelled from down the hall. He waited for me at the end and he called a cab, bringing us to Mandalay Bay, of course he got the bed and I was stuck with a couch and pillow with a lousy blanket he brought.

"Your blanket fucking sucks, dude. It smells like cigar smoke."

"Don't even Ev. I was stuck next to a guy who smokes outside of the airport before I landed."

"You landed him your blanket?" I laughed.

"No. He's a rude fucktard and took it out of my bag like he owned it! Then he wrapped himself up and went night night!" He said the last part in a high pitched kid voice, "if there wasn't people there, he would've went night night for a long time!"

"Sheesh why so violent?" I laughed again. He groaned and fell back on the bed.

"Well, who were you by?"

"This old couple. Really sweet people after all."

"Oh yeah? When were they married?"

"They aren't."

"That doesn't make them a couple of a old woman and a old man sit next to each other."

"It wasn't that Tyler. It was because their parents didn't like their choice of spouses, so they got married but not legally." I rolled my eyes and yawned.
"Tired yet?" I asked him. He made a yawn and a funny scream at the end of it, made a funny noise with his lips, hummed.

"Yeah." He finally said.

"Did it take you that long to answer?"

"Hmmmm..yeah." He said again.

"Can you stop?"

"Hmmmm.. No." He laughed and got under the covers, laying his head on the nice white pillow that was sure to get dirty with his dog haired covered clothes.

"Suit yourself jackass." I laid my head down and stared up at the ceiling, my eyes were slowly starting to shut, me being tired, let them. My mind faded off and my cousin went dark.

~*Dream*~

I stood at the alter behind Tyler who was behind Brock. We were waiting for Brock's fiancé to walk down the aisle, when quite suddenly, a man burst through the front doors instead of his fiancé. The man had no formal clothing so he couldn't be apart of the ceremony. He also looked all to familiar.

"Evan." He barked. My legs froze in place and I muted out everyone else, the only thing that was heard, was my own heartbeat. The man walked over to me, grabbing me by the tie and pulling me toward his face.

"Wake up Fong." He hit me, I fell down toward the stairs and held my cheek.

"Hey!" A man with caramel brown hair and crystal blue eyes, the ones that I saw in the hockey mask, stood up with a pissed off look. The man didn't know who he was but the other man seemed to have a grudge.

"Who the fuck are you!?" He scolded the other man, Brock and Tyler lifted me up in my feet as the other guy was taken to the ground and hit repeatedly in the face. My senses kicked in for some reason, and I pulled the man off the douche.

"Are you okay, Jon?" How would I know him? Who is he?

"Yeah," he looked around the church at the terrified and confused people. "We're sorry, continue the ceremony! We'll get this out of here!" He grabbed my arm and I helped him drag the man out as Brock continued the wedding. We dumped the man's body into a white rose bush where he'll wake up perhaps in an hour.

"Thank you, it could've gotten out of hand." 'Jon' smiled at me, all I could do was nod. In all honesty, I didn't know him. He grabbed my cheek with his soft hand and attached his soft lips with mine for a quick peck. I froze, then he whispered a soft,

"Wake up, Evan."

~*Dream*~

I sat up breathing heavily. I stared out the window at the bright lights of the city in the dim of night. I looked back at Tyler and actually heard his obnoxious snores. I lay my head down again and slow down my breathing. I stare up at the ceiling replaying that scene with that boy 'Jon' again. He was very cute, not to lie, but I wouldn't know him, would I?

Was that Deja vu or was that a dream?