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I will kidnap your dog.
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Back to Angel and the couple?

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       "Who are you?" I couldn't recognize my own voice. Have I said something? My head was hurting, it was dreadful the silence in which dispersed my words. Deep there I was afraid of the answer.

       The man backed a step, the woman with him. He had noticed my stare corroding his piercing, to the last splinter. The brightness in the midst of so much filth was making me dizzy; turning my brain upside down. Instead of neurons there was only a piercing, projected like that type of old cinema camera. Have you ever seen a projector? It is pretty fun, I could spend hours watching movies without focusing on anything else.

That's when the scene changed. The piercing became smaller and around it a face appeared. Sebastian, a couple of days younger, grinning curiously at me, a meat on his fork. Then changed again, he twisting the corner of his mouth as he realized that I was lost in Los Angeles. Then changed again, he opening an old tap up the roof, the sun burning our skin. Then changed again, he coming closer and closer and I had nothing to do besides shutting my eyes well shut...

       "Hey, you can tell her. She is stronger than you think." The man said. The woman smirked cutely, looking at him sideways.

"Okkay." Sebastian said, his voice shaken a little. "Look- ahm- if we could help with anything"

"Don't need to." The woman said sincerely. She turned her gaze to me another time. There was a strange feeling in the core of my heart and I couldn't help but murmuring my own name in the back of my head.

        The man eye-signaled to her. She did it back. And they ran away, tapping the ground with their heavy brown shoes.

       Sebastian pulled me back. "Don't!"

       "I want to talk to them!! Let me go!" I cried.

"Ugh- you can't... they are us."

        "That's not possible."

         I couldn't think straight, life was turning me mad. Why wasn't Sebastian helping?

           He shook his head, looked down, came back to me, blinked hard a few times. "I still need to get to my locker."

          Was that LOCKER more important than THAT?

         "I'm sorry." He continued his rushed walk across the hall.

          There was water running by the walls and we had to step into a double of puddles to pass. We bypassed Room 9, and then the lab. I remembered Sky and Zoey saying that the boys' dorm was near there. Gosh, where Sky and Zoey are by this time?

         I heard Sebastian chuckling. "I'm taking you to the only place I was severely taught NOT to bring girls."

          I didn't say a word. I was still stressed. Of course, I couldn't recognize myself because of the dirt. Neither recognized Sebastian's piercing! And his hair! We were at the limit of surviving. What the hell had happened to us?.. what the hell is going to happen to us?

          "Promise you won't say anything. Dr Gene can be crazy sometimes."

          Oh, Sebastian... Gene must be mad already, like me. He is going to be murdered and this is all my fault. Maybe this bunch of water is my fault too; maybe Damon came to kill Gene and decided to cut the pipe, just for fun. Perhaps Gene is dead already.

          But Sebastian seemed to had forgotten about the whole world around- he kept moving, turning corners, and after more minutes of torture, he stopped to press some numbers on a machine. But nothing he pressed made a sound or colored, the machine was broken.

          "FUCK!"

         He punched the wall.

         Didn't know if I should be frustrated like him, or angry because of him. Sebastian literally put himself into a place that could fall with us inside, just because of a... a...

       "What is inside your locker that means so much to you??"

       He groaned, still leaned against the wall. The knots of his hands were red. It made me want to touch the pain away and at the same time made me want to slap him on the face. That's when we heard the machine beeping and the door was unlocked.

       "Eureka!"- He entered pushing benches and kicking clothes out of his way. I peered inside. It smelled deodorant.

       He disappeared and I was starting to feel defenseless.

       "Sebastian?" I called.

       "What?"

       "Can I come in?"

       "'f course."

       I stepped in. It was kinda weird and amazing to be there. So rebel hehe

       For a moment I also forgot about our future beings. I had to focus my feet on the floor so they wouldn't stumble or step onto toothbrushes or empty packages of candy.

       Something soft caressed my face. I looked up wide eyed, thinking it was a monster or something. But it was just a shirt.

       Bitch I am success - it read.

       Truly inspiring... I moved the shirt aside to pass, being careful not to drop it. That's when I saw that that phrase wasn't the only thing written on there. I staked in place. It was pretty easy to notice a name, written in black by the edge of the seam line. I raised my fingers to touch those letters. They were heavy, or it was just the weight of my consciousness? My arm shook- and the cloth fell over me, over my eyes, and it all became white.

       His scent crept into my nose like the smooth crawling of a baby. I could taste that smell, the way the flavor started cold and changed to sweet as it flowed over my buds and down my throat. It wrapped around everything, relaxing my eyelids, refreshing inside my nostrils and lungs. His shirt had the touch of the clouds, slowly caressing everything as I heard the snow falling on ceilings and trees of a city. The snow was white, so did the cotton and the clouds. Maybe by now the city has already turned into heaven, I just need to open my eyes to see it...

       The boys's dorm came into view again, and with that the thick handwriting confirming whose shirt it was.

       O. Snowfields

       "Angelina?" Someone said from somewhere.

        I immediately hid the shirt behind my back. Sebastian appeared from behind a bunkbed. My fingers curled into the soft folds of Oliver's wearing.

"Can I use the bathroom?!" I said a little too fast.

         He frowned, confused, but I didn't care and went to what seemed to be the bathroom. Once locked inside I threw Oliver in the nearest sink but regretted at the same time and picked him up again. I slipped against the wall.

         If Sebastian knew what Olive still meant to me I would never be forgiven. But it was impossible to just forget. Forget those eyes, forget the hill, forget the hug and the confession I've just made to myself. That I do have feelings for Oliver Snowfields.

         I spent some time staring dumbly at the toilet.

        Maybe I was a toilet.

        "Angelina, I know you're not using the bathroom, please open this door, let's talk"

          I felt a drop of water splashing onto my nose. I looked up just to see parts of the ceiling 20 shades more gray then it was supposed to be. He continued.

"We need to get out of here. Come on, open it- uh- hi"

         Sebastian was carrying a box the size of a poodle toy, which must be the "so special" thing from his locker. I just stared at it, waiting for a little explanation. Two words and I would be happy, one word to justify why.

He let out a sigh and got closer to me. Then placed my hand on the box and made I open it.

"They are memories." He said. "And they can't be replaced."

        That's when I forgot Oliver.

       Sebastian had his own secret drawer. Not like the drawer I'd left home, full of toys and google images, but a compartment only to keep random objects, his useful junk. Several papers were folded together in a corner. A blue ribbon ran close to the papers to the other corner, and attached to it was a medal, silver, from some game I did not know which it was. Nearby was a heart-shaped key. There were also thick-lined glasses like those our grandparents wear. A red whistle. A pocket Bible, brand new, blue and untouched, showing how much Sebastian cared about religion. There was also a transparent pot in which numerous coins of all shapes and sizes could be seen, probably from other countries, or even from other times.

"Oh, Sebastian..."

       We heard a loud crack coming from the roof. Our heads raised up.

       "...Oh, shit"