Thezreal smiled too saying, "Yeah, me too. Hey, would it be ok if I walked you home?"

"Sure I don't mind" Selena says softly as she grabs her phone and her jacket.

Thezreal grabs his jacket and throws down a couple of bills to pay for the meal. As they walk out he holds the door open for her saying, "After you."

"Thank you" Selena says with a smile and starts walking towards the direction of her house.

Thezreal began walking half a step behind and to the right of Salena, looking around at every shadowy corner as he asked, "So, that person who 'healed' your friend. Do you know who it was?"

Selena shakes her head and looks at Thez "No not at all, she just came into the room"

"Hmm, very odd. Well, I'm sure that it was nothing as odd as it may have seemed." Thezreal said passively.

Selena smiles softly and then looks up at the sky and it starts to rain "Great"

Thezreal stares up and gives a comfortable sigh as the rain hits his face saying, "A little rain never hurt anyone, right?"

Selena smiles softly and starts walking again "Yea I guess you have a point" she says as she keeps walking her hand brushing against his.

Thezreal smiles at her as he gently grabs her hand thinking, <I'm liking Georgia more and more.>

Selena smiles softly letting him grab her hand as her house starts to showing.

"So... you doing anything tomorrow night?" Thez casually asked. As he said that he noticed out of the corner of his eye, a hunched figure standing on the roof of a nearby house. <Finally showed yourself huh? I'll be with you in a minute whatever you are.>

"Not that I know of" Selena says pulling out her keys and unlocks the door "Do you want to come in until it stops raining?"

Thez shook his head saying, "Nah, I gotta get home or Father Marcus is gonna chew me out and I need to quick take care of something on the way."

"Oh well be careful" Selena says softly a gives him her number "Call me or text me when you get home"

Thezreal nodded and left saying, "Sweet dreams Selena." He began walking away until he rounded a corner into an alley. Pulling out a pistol and silencer he mumbled to himself, "Now, time for the prey to take down the predator."

Selena smiles softly and closes the door and hurries upstairs taking her wet clothes off. She takes a warm shower to make sure that she wouldn't catch a cold. After the shower she puts on her pajama and her fuzzy slippers and heads downstairs to make some hot coco. Curling up onto the couch she turns onto the tv and watches Jersey Shore.

(I know. But I have nothing to post. Musikfreak isn't posting and I even sent her a pm.)

(that is true, i've seen her online millions of times but she doesn't post, it weird)

((Sorry I haven't posted in forever. I lost the link to this, plus I was uber busy with school and a lot of family problems. I've been logged in, but I haven't been posting in anything.))

(its ok)

Aysel's eyes began to droop, exhaustion over coming her. She watched as a male nurse entered, looked for something, but left. She would have asked a question, her naturally curiosity engulfing her, but sleep began to overwhelm her. Before she could fall asleep, Aysel's mother bustled into the room. Her hair was a dark red, and her eyes a light green. Though Aysel and her mother had the same build, lean and with an hour-glass figure many women lusted after, and the same hair color, their eyes were totally different. "Oh Michelle, you poor thing. I brought ya'll some pie and some coffee," the woman sang in a light, Southern voice. She had high cheekbones and was very pretty, with a benevolent heart to match. She gracefully glided to Michelle's side, frowning at the blank room. "This is no good, how are you supposed to get well when your room looks like a cell in an insane asylum?" She exclaimed. "Mom-" Aysel tried to calm her down, but the woman refused. "Here baby doll, I brought you a blanket, a pillow, and a thermos of coffee." Aysel's mother, Sabine, was a whirlwind in the small room as she handed Aysel the items. "Mason, here's a jacket and a pillow. As for you Michelle, I brought you this card, some chocolates, a fluffy pillow, and some balloons to liven up the room. Mike, sweetie-pie, here's a blanket and some pie," Sabine handed out all of the items and wiped her hands with a smirk of satisfaction. "Don't you think this is a little much Mom," Aysel asked, an eyebrow raised. However, Aysel glanced away when her mother gave her a dark look.

Mason made a move into the hallway, but saw the male nurse open the door and seemingly save Selena. He shrugged and returned to the room, followed by his mother. He watched with an amused expression as the redheaded woman moved around the room in a flurry of pillows, food, balloons, all the while adorning a beautiful light smile. Mason sat down in the seat closest to Michelle and grinned, shaking his head. Sabine, his mother, acted as if they had never moved, had never been apart, and Mason loved that. It was as if the woman had just seen all of them earlier in the day, when it had really been two years. "Thanks Mom," Mason said to her and sighed in embarrassment as she kissed his forehead, then Aysel's. He glanced at Aysel and shrugged, as if saying 'that's Mom for ya'.

(This is sure to be a crap post. Sorry.)

Michelle was just laying on the bed when suddenly, Sabine -basically her second momma-, walked in with a bunch of stuff and a whole lost of words. Suddenly the room had fluffly colors and stuff. She had to say, she loved it. She was quite the girly girl and un-girly girl at the same time. She absolutely loved the fact though, that Sabine acted like they'd never left. Though to be honest it would've been nicer to see her again in a totally different situation where she wasn't in teh hospital and wasn't confused about what Mason had said -they really needed to have time alone-. She smiled at Sabine and reached over, patting the womans hand. "Thank you so much for comin' and for all the stuff." She told her happily, even though it really hurt to move.

Mike smirked when Sabine came in. He was really surprised that even he got stuff, even though Ace was sitting on his lap. To be honest he'd been expecting a yell, or slap, or cold looks. And yet he got none of those.