~*+Daydreams and Headaches+*~

[noelle]

Noelle gasped and closed her eyes before her head made contact with the hard metal door. The impact made her brain go numb as she bounced back, nearly falling over. She rubbed her forehead, taking a minute to let her conscience mind come back before she glared at her brother. Jordan! Why are you in such a hurry to get to English! It's our first day! She pulled her arm away from him, not even getting why he had been tugging on her in the first place. He seemed freakishly happy since they got here, and it was weirding her out.

Jordan rolled his eyes. You can't be walking around running into doors like that, you could hurt yourself. Now come on, we're going to be late. Just as he said that, the warning bell rang, telling all the students to get to class. He didn't grab Noelle's arm this time, just shook his head and turned away from her to take off at a fast paced walk down the hall.

What?! How was that my fault?! He pulled me right into it!
Big brother's got other things on his mind.
Like what?
I don't know, why don't you go ask him?

Noelle shook her head to herself and started walking down the hall after him, keeping the heel of her hand over the soar spot on her temple. She would talk to her brother later, because he really had to lay off this happy-go-lucky attitude. It may start to scare people.

Jordan slowed his pace as he made it to the door of his and Noelle's homeroom. He quietly walked in, taking a quick scan around the room as he made his way to the back. He always preferred the back seats, just because they weren't in the front. Besides, the only ones who sat in front where the annoying "teachers pets." He didn't really want to deal with those peppy people right now.

He found an empty seat and dropped his back pack down next to it, then walked around the desk and sat down in the seat. He slouched a little bit, laying his arms lazily in front of him on the wood. He didn't even notice it, but his fingers were already tapping away anxiously.

Noelle eventually got her dizzy self into Mrs. Youngken's room. She grimaced a little as she looked around, seeing that her brother was now looking rather comfy in one of the back seats. She finally attempted to drop her hand, only feeling a sting for about a quarter of a second, before she made her way past the students to the back. She sat down in the seat next to him, figure it would be better to just not talk to him at the moment because he seemed to be in a sort of a daze staring at the door. What was he waiting for? Oh well...after how this morning had started she wasn't even sure she wanted to know.[/color]

[sarah]

Will you cut it out?! Tristan yelled as he followed Sarah to homeroom. She was really starting to bug him with this promptness stuff. Back in L.A they were always late for their classes,...but then again that was partly his fault. But he wasn't going to go into those details.

Sarah pushed through every door that was in her way like a bulldozer, not bothering to hold them open long enough for Tristan to get through. So far he had been hit with three of the swinging doors, she was counting. Cut what out? I never said you had to come to class with me. Although I may have suggested it. She didn't know why she was talking to him, it was a waste of breath. She needed that breath to make it to class before the...

Crap!! She broke into a jog. The classroom was in sight, the door just beginning to swing closed. No! No no no no. She was never late for a class yet and she wasn't going to start now.

Tristan looked up at the speakers as the bell rang loudly through them. You think they could make a kid deaf? Haha! He laughed when he heard the swear come from Sarah's mouth. Sarah Stillman just said the word crap! I am so putting that in my blog! Crap wasn't exactly a bad word, but it was if you looked at Sarah's vocabulary.

Stop being stupid Tristan. She yelled as she slid to a stop in front of Miss. Youngken's door, watching it hopelessly swing closed. NO! She grabbed the handle and jiggled it, praying it would open. But when it didn't move she pressed her forehead against the glass. It was official...she was late.

I'm not. He stopped behind Sarah outside the door as she leaned against it. We're late by a few seconds, so what? He knocked on the window above Sarah's head, waving stupidly to the middle-aged teacher.

Miss. Youngken came to the door, pushing it open to look at the last students. You're late. She said in a drawling tone. It was easy to tell that she was a lecturing teacher just by the sound of her voice, easily able to put anyone to sleep.

Way to state the obvious, teach. Tristan was tempted to say it out loud but refrained from doing so. Yea.

Sarah cut in, immediately beginning to apologize desperately. We're so so so so so sorry! I swear it won't happen again!

Miss. Youngken looked at both of them. Yep...some things never get old. Your darned right it won't. Because I'm giving you both detention. She stepped aside, clearing the path for them to enter her classroom. Take your seats.

Sarah's mouth almost dropped to the floor. D-d-detention? She had never heard that word spoken to her before...ever...in that sentence. Her?! Detention?! B-b-b-but. Ive never been late for anything! I've always been on time for all my classes..even my period comes at the exact day!

Tristan shrugged. Well, some things never grow old. He listened to Sarah try to get out of it, his eyes widening when she mentioned her period. Okay! That was a little to much of unneeded information. He quickly clamped his hand over her mouth before she went any further. It's okay. Let's just...sit. He wrapped his other arm around her and began pulling her into the classroom.

I've been regular fo- She kept talking even when Tristan covered her mouth. She figured no one could understand her but she kept going. There was no way she was serving a detention! She had never even seen a detention class room in her life!

She tried to pulled Tristan's hand away from her mouth as she backed into the room with him. She was trying to point out that she wasn't always tardy! Never!

Tristan pulled Sarah back to the remaining seats near the back of the classroom, releasing his hand and pushing her down into the chair. Relax. It's not the terrible. I was in detention all the time back in L.A. remember? I survived. He slid his bag off his shoulder, taking the seat next to her.

Sarah plopped in the chair. Yea, but you're detention material. I'm not! When was the last time I've been in trouble?

Miss. Youngken re-entered the classroom and closed the door behind her. She looked toward the back of the room at Tristan and Sarah. Miss. Stillman if you don't want to serve two nights in detention I suggest you close your mouth. She snapped, turning to the board.

Sarah's mouth immediately snapped shut and she looked guiltily down at her desk for a moment before slowly leaning over and pulling out her notebook and pencil along with her copy of Hamlet. Maybe if she didn't say anything the rest of class that would be best.

Tristan narrowed his eyes a bit at Sarah when she said he was detention material. It was true, but still. But he had landed her in detention, exactly the purpose he had snuck into her dorm and shut off her alarm clock. That was payback for not showing up to go with him to Twilight Hour the night before.

[noelle]

Noelle had gotten bored after waiting for about two seconds, so she dropped her head onto her arm and laid the other lazily off the side of the desk. She couldn't close her eyes though, because Jordan's intenseness beside her was bugging her. She would never admit it, but she was actually curious as to what he was waiting to happen, what had him so intrigued. Then again, she still didn't want to ask. She didn't want to find out the ways of her fun..yet sometimes weird brother.

Jordan leaned back in his chair a bit farther, starting to loose some hope since the bell was going to ring any second. He hadn't actually expected her to be in his homeroom, but there was always hope. He stopped his rhythmic tapping when the late bell rang and sighed, watching as Mrs. Youngken closed the door. He'd just have to hold off a bit longer. Not like he would actually be able to talk to her when he saw her anyway, he would probably get nervous and stumble around. He had barely even been able to get two words out to her back in LA. Might as well just let Noelle handle it...

His eyes fell to the desk, letting them slowly scan over the thin designs in the wood as he basked in his patheticness, He was so deeply into following the intricate details, that he almost didn't hear someone ram into the door and beg desperately to be let in. He let his head slowly tilt back up out of curiousness to see who was on the other side of the wall. Who he let his eyes fall upon made his mouth fall open. He couldn't even think straight, seeing her standing there now, plain as day. He just leaned over and nudged Noelle, trying to wake her up,

Noelle tried to ignore her brother, and her pounding head as he nudged at her. She didn't want to lift her head up, it hurt too much. She wanted to at least wait for the pain to go away. Maybe she could go get an ice pack or something.

Stop poking me. She groaned and curled her arms up a little more, moving away from him.

[sarah]

Not even five minutes into the lesson and Tristan was bored. Miss. Youngken's voice alone was enough to put even Sarah to sleep. He looked across the aisle at her and saw her lazily writing notes. Well, not quite strong enough. He could tell she was thinking deeply about their apparent 'death' sentence and just let her. She would get over it after the night was over.

He stared blankly at the neat cursive letters that suddenly appeared on the board and already decided the class wasn't worth the trouble. He grabbed his bag from off the floor beside him and set it on the desk. Crossing his arms around it, he laid his cheek down and faced the wall, letting his eyes close. Sarah would fill him in on what happened. He had nothing to worry about.

Sarah's pen dragged across the paper as she wrote. Surprisingly she was able to pay at least a little attention to what the teacher was saying. Her eyes darted up to the board every few sentences to check what was next and then continued writing. When the board was filled and Miss. Youngken started to erase to make room, Sarah put her pen down and picked up Hamlet. She opened to her marked page and flipped a few pages back to check something.

Tristan do you.... She whispered, looking over at him. She frowned when she saw him falling asleep and just let her sentence hang. He wouldn't know anyway. She was almost 99% positive that he hadn't even looked at the cover of the book yet.

She just closed her book and pushed it to the corner of her desk. If he was expecting to get the answers from her tonight, he had another thing coming. She was tired of having to reteach something that had already been taught in class, stuff he should have been awake to learn.

She picked up her pen again and leaned her arm on top of her desk, letting it support her head as she stared ahead at the board while Miss. Youngken began writing, dictating every word she printed on the blackboard.

[noelle]

Noelle had picked her head up a little and had managed to get out a notebook and pen. She was only half paying attention to the class, jotting down some notes and then doodling in the edge of her paper, then scribbling down some more. Just from hearing this it sounded like Hamlet was some weirdo who couldn't make up his mind.

Once they hit a break in the notes, she sat up straight again and flexed her fingers. Her head had stopped thrumming so harshly, it was livable now. She glanced over at her brother, seeing that he had only succeeded in opening his notebook but couldn't seem to figure out how to make the pen have contact with the paper. He just stared ahead of him, seemingly still dazed. Getting a little worried that his mind had actually taken a little vacation and skipped down to Mexico, so made sure Mrs. Youngken wasn't looking before chucking her pen at him. It hit him on the side of his head, finally snapping him out of it. What's up?

Jordan was caught off guard by the hard object smacking his head. He blinked a couple times, having felt a weird coldness overtake them, and looked over at his sister. He took a second to comprehend what she was saying, then shook his head. Nothing. He said simple, reaching down to grab her pen off the floor. He returned it to her, then looked ahead of him again. He tried so hard to focus on the board, but Sarah was just sitting there...like THAT! Why'd she have to sit like that?! Hmm...too bad he'd never even spoken a word to her before. It caused a minor setback.

[sarah]

Tristan vaguely heard Sarah ask him something but didn't raise his head from his bag to look at her. He was having a nice dream of a girl laying on the beach in a yellow-polka-dotted bikini, that song playing in the background of his head.

She wore an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow polka-dot bikini.... Tristan mumbled in his half asleep, half awake state. The two worlds were combining into one and he wasn't even realizing it.

Sarah gave up with looking at the board for notes and just wrote as Miss. Youngken dictated. It was easier to do anyway. She could barely hear Tristan singing beside her and ignored him. If he wanted to get himself into even more trouble then more power to him. She was staying out of this one.

She let her hand slide back through her hair as she lowered her head to rest on her arm, staring at her pen as it continued to write on the lined paper. She came to the end of the page and turned it, folding her notebook in half and continuing on the new sheet.

Anyone? Miss. Youngken asked, turning from the board and looking around the room at the half dead class. Only a handful of people were actually paying attention, or at least pretending they were.

Pick your heads up off your desks and pay attention!! You never know when I'll pop a quiz on you! She suddenly snapped at all of them in annoyance.

Tristan was walking along the beach toward the girl, a confident step in his walk and a charming smile. He was da man. Until he walked on top of a bunch of kids' sand castle and fell. As soon as he hit the sand, Tristan in the real world, twitched from the impact in his dream world. He suddenly found himself really falling toward the cold floor, his desk toppling over with him.

He was definitely awake now. I wasn't sleeping! He yelled out of no where as he looked around at the class from the floor. What happened?

Sarah jumped like everyone else in the class when Miss.Youngken reprimanded them and immediately removed her head from her arm and sitting straight again. She looked at the question written on the board and raised her hand, but it quickly fell when Tristan came crashing down next to her. She looked down at him with raised eyebrows but said nothing, pretending she didn't know him. She knew he was going to get himself into more trouble.

Miss.Youngken stared at Tristan with her hands resting on her hips. Mr. DuGrey? She asked in agitation as she watched him pick up his desk.

Tristan righted his seat and slid back into it. As he was picking up his back he tilted his head to look up at the teacher. ...yea?

Miss. Youngken opened her mouth to say something but seemed to decide against it since she abruptly shut it again, going back to her previous question. When was Shakespeare born? And to whom?

Sarah avoided looking in Tristan's direction, knowing she would end up scolding him for falling asleep if she did. Instead she put her hand back in the air to answer the teacher's question.

Sunday, April 23rd 1564 to Mary and John Shakespeare. But there has been some records that show he was actually born on the 26th. The 23rd is just his accepted date of birth. But, in reality, no one knows exactly when he was born. There are no definite records. She said a bit nervously when she was called on. she wasn't sure where she stood exactly with Miss. Youngken yet because of the start of the morning. Hopefully answering that question would get her a few points.

Tristan looked over at Sarah when she answered. How could she possibly know that without looking in a book?! Why do you have to be so smart? He teased, leaning over to grab his book as he talked. You're making the rest of us look bad. he leaned back in his seat again and filed his papers back in their rightful places.

[noelle]

Noelle had given up on notes, switching over to the osmosis method of learning. Just listening and letting it all seep into her head. She could write down everything later. She wasn't the fastest writer, so she often fell behind and decided to do it this way instead. Jordan constantly yelled at her, telling her that way of learning never worked, but she had proved him wrong by maintaining her A's and high B's. At the moment though, he didn't seem to care that she was spending her time twirling her pencil around her desk. He looked brainwashed actually. He was gone...only a miracle would bring him back now.

Jordan had let his eyes become glued to Sarah again. Despite how much of a mindless zombie he looked like right now, he didn't care. He had been reduced to nothing more than a steamed vegetable at the moment as he went on with his fantasies. He didn't even realize his hand was still moving, causing a series of scribbles to take over his notebook.

A grin slipped across his face and he finally made himself look away, almost smacking himself for thinking such a thought. But then again..he had kind of liked it. Boys will be boys, right?

Noelle picked the pen up off her desk and brought it up to her mouth, clamping her teeth on either side of it and making sure it would stay there before she let it go. She boredly bit into it, just enough that it wouldn't fall, and played around with it. That is, until a loud crash echoed through the room which caused her to jump in surprise. She dropped the pen from her mouth and sat up straighter, looking around for the source of the noise. She giggled a little when she saw the guy laying on the floor with the desk over him. That was something Dean would do...only he wouldn't have a back pack to land on.

Jordan jumped as well, but quickly got over it and looked down at his notebook. It was completely black from the ink. Frowning, he held the pen with his teeth as he ripped the page out. Crumpling it into a ball, he chucked it over Noelle's head into the trash, then removed the pen again just in time to hear Sarah answer Mrs. Youngken's question. The goofy expression returned and he listened to her sweet voice, forgetting again about his notebook.

Noelle was practically hitting herself, trying to remember the answer to the question. She knew she had it in here somewhere..

Come on! *whack* Where are you?! *whack* I know you're in there! *whack*
Stop before you hurt yourself!
*whack whack whack whack!!* *A word pops out* Hey...Scranton!!!! ...That's a city in Pennsylvania...what freakin good does that do me?!

She just let it go when someone else started answering the question anyway. She looked to the girl, trying to pay attention so maybe she would remember it for next time. Suddenly her mouth fell open. Sarah?! No..it couldn't be, could it?! This had to be unreal. She looked over to Jordan with a shocked, yet happy expression, but received no feedback. Oh...now she knew what he was staring at.

[sarah]

After warming her brain up with that first question, Sarah was wide awake now and able to pay attention. Her detention sentence was pushed to the back of her mind for the time being. She was eagerly writing notes that weren't even being written on the board, even quoting Miss. Youngken here or there.

Tristan wasn't really sleepy anymore. In fact, he was actually quite intrigued with watching Sarah scribble notes like there was a final tomorrow or something. He just stared gapingly at her pen as it flew across the page. How did she do it?!

His eyebrows began to come together as he pondered on the subject, finally coming to the conclusion that his best friend was an alien. Or from Japan. Either one made sense. Japanese took their school work seriously and always put it before recreation and...friends. The alien thing was just easiest to put the blame on. He'd take that one.

Stop writing so fast your making me dizzy. He mumbled to her when his eyes began to cross.

Sarah didn't cease in her writing but kept her eyes down on the paper as she talked from the corner of her mouth. So stop watching me write and take your own notes. She took a quick glance up at the teacher to make sure she wasn't being overheard. You're not getting any answers from me tonight, so get used to writing things yourself.

It's only one night. I'll live. He tried to hide his slick grin, actually taking what Sarah had said literally. Because she had only said 'tonight' not forever. Haha. He got her that time.

He stopped watching her and turned back to face the wall again. He raised his head a bit to look up at the clock and saw there was still an hour left of the class...joy.

Sarah began to write a little harder when she heard Tristan's response. Darn it. She should have been more specific.

Keep it up and tonight will turn into every night for the rest of your school career. Which was only this year yet but that was besides the point.

Tristan felt his eyes widen to the wall but he didn't react in any way. He wouldn't show that weakness to Sarah. He just cleared his throat and resituated(not resuscitated) himself on his bag.

[noelle]

Jordan had gotten so into watching Sarah again that he didn't even realize he had started tapping his pencil quickly on his desk, quietly of course. Wouldn't want to disrupt the class, right? He leaned on his free hand, gazing happily until he suddenly felt nothing in between his fingers. He looked down, seeing that his hand was empty, where'd the pen go?

Noelle gave a small squeak of pain when the pen hit her now-bruised forehead, but quickly stopped herself and put her hand over her mouth. She didn't realize how loud that had been, but now about half the class was looking back at her and Jordan. Mrs. Youngken wasn't of course, being as she was too busy talking about...who knows...that dead guy. Using the moment the teacher wasn't paying attention to her advantage, she picked up the pen and chucked it back at him, only hitting him on his arm. She didn't want to hurt him, just prove to him that he was being annoying.

Jordan grabbed the pen before it slid to the floor, putting on an apologetic look. Sorry... He whispered, turning to face forward in his seat again. Okay...so maybe he was being a little obsessive. But how could he not! Just look at the girl!

I could do that aaaaaallllll day...*stares at Sarah*
Hey!
I mean...uh....EW! Gross!! A girl!!!! *dives under couch and covers eyes*

[sarah]

Tristan was getting bored with reading the rules of writing an essay on the wall next to him. He didn't care, so why he had even begun reading the poster was beyond him anyway. This class sucked butt! He needed to get some sleep. Glancing up at Miss.Youngken quickly, he moved himself so the kid in front of him was blocking him from view and rested his head on his arm again, going back to sleep. Within...miliseconds of closing his eyes, Tristan was out cold.

Sarah's hand had begun to cramp up from how hard she was gripping her pen and she actually took the time to set it down and flex her fingers. Massaging her hand, she looked down at her notes ad read the partial sentence she had written. Maybe she should elaborate on the thought more. There was no telling if she would remember what the statement meant later or not.

Just as she reached for her writing utensil again, someone squeaked from behind her. She jumped a little, not expecting anything to break the quiet of the room, except for Miss.Youngken's drawling voice. Her head turned along with a whole lot of the class, excluding Tristan, and she thought she would fall out of her chair. Noelle! Her mouth fell open a little as she looked back at her friend. She was actually sitting in the same class as her! It was unbelievable! She didn't think she would see her again so soon, if at all.

A small smile came to her face and she gave a small wave, mouthing the words 'Where did you come from?' to her.

She moved her gaze just a hair to look at Jordan and her smile brightened, again waving silently to him as well. 'How long have you been here?' She mouthed to both of them again. Glancing over her shoulder, she made sure the teacher's back was to the class before she turned more in her chair to face the back of the room.

[noelle]

Noelle slouched in her chair, rubbing her head again. Who knew obsession came at such a painful price. And she wasn't even the one doing the swooning! How unfair was that?

She once again dropped her hand and looked up, now seeing Sarah looking back at them. A wide smile came to her lips and she waved back to her friend, watching her speak silently before she mouthed back to her, "We came from LA, of course." She grinned to herself, a quiet laugh really. She didn't want to draw attention to herself again by giggling out loud.

Jordan actually felt himself become nervous all over again when Sarah waved to him. He forced his regular, sweet smile and gave a tiny wave back, before he slid down a little further into his chair of course. He tried not to let his uneasiness show at all. He just couldn't talk to her! It was impossible! It was like she had some kind of spell over him. Maybe he should get lessons...Speaking to a Girl 101. No...the only person he would be able to ask was Noelle and she'd probably use it for blackmail against him later. Nope, he had to work out this one all by his lonesome.

"We got here a couple days ago." Noelle lipped again. "Today is our first day." She looked over at her brother, who seemed to be sinking further into his chair with each second. How did she not notice his nervousness around Sarah before? No wonder he was always so quiet whenever Sarah had been over their house. Wow...she felt so blind.

[sarah]

She wore....an...itsy...bitsy teenie... Tristan mumbled slowly in his sleep, letting out a yawn before changing his position a bit and diving into a deeper sleep. Yellow...

Sarah's grin widened at Noelle's response and she rolled her eyes. Well no duh they were from L.A. Haha. She could see Jordan sliding further down in his chair but didn't really pay much mind to it. He was probably turning into Tristan soon or something.

She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth to silently speak again when she saw the girl sitting diagonal from her glare in their direction. She didn't want to risk getting told on or caught so she held up her index finger signaling Noelle to hang on for a moment. She turned back around in her chair to face the front and grabbed her pen, flipping to an empty page in her notebook and slowly, carefully ripping it out. Quickly scribbling, "I've been here for about a week. Tristan tagged along too. You can see how much he's enjoying this place. LoL" She looked over at Tristan she she wrote about him and shook her head, folding up the paper.

Noelle had never exactly met Tristan she knew, but there were definitely stories Sarah had never failed to tell her. She brought some of the foreword as she looked up at Miss.Youngken to make sure she was in the clear before turning around slightly and tossing the note back toward Noelle. Immediately her body turned back to face the front of the class and she scribbled a few more sentences to make it look like she was still doing something.

[noelle]

Jordan thought that he could better hide the redness in his face if he pretended to sleep. He pulled his cap down a little bit so the brim of it was covering his eyes and scooted down further in his chair until he was comfortable. Crossing his arms around his waist, he closed his eyes and at least tried to pull it off....it might not work too well if Mrs. Youngken caught him.

Noelle nodded when Sarah motioned for her to hold on a second, glaring at the girl who had seen them communicating between themselves. She must be the teacher's pet type...no one else would really care. She looked back toward Sarah's desk, watching as her friend scribbled down a couple sentences then folded the paper. She leaned forward a little as Sarah turned, getting ready to catch the paper. When it was close enough to her, she grabbed it out of the air before it fell to the floor and carefully opened it up. She read it quickly ad laughed to herself, then scribbled a short note back.

"Jordan convinced me that it would probably be a good idea to move, get away from LA. I think he has alterior motives though..." She looked over at Jordan and smirked, having a feeling she knew what those motives were now. She could so hang that above his head later. But she'd be a nice sister and leave it be. "But either way, I have a feeling we are going to be here for a loooong time."

She folded the paper back up along it's creases and made sure she was in the clear before she tossed it back to Sarah. She sat back in her chair again and pretended to take notes, figuring she was too far behind by now to catch up anyway.

[sarah]

Mmm...that's nice. Tristan mumbled softly to the girl giving him a massage in his dream. He began to drool.

Sarah continued to catch up on the notes until she heard the paper being folded back up and stopped. Gently setting her pen down again she turned a bit in her seat as Noelle tossed the note. She didn't try to catch it since she wasn't real good at that hand-eye coordination thing, and watched it slowly drift to the floor next to her desk. She leaned down and swiped it up, unfolding it as quietly as possible as she leaned over her desk again, trying to his herself behind the kid in front of her.

"It's great to see you again. I wasn't sure when our next reunion would be, but apparently it was a lot sooner then expected. LoL." She let her pen hover for a moment as she reread Noelle's response once more, wondering what other reason Jordan could possibly have to move from L.A. "What kind of anterior motives?" It didn't hurt to ask. She folded the paper back up the way it had been and turned around to toss it back toward Noelle.

[noelle]

Noelle didn't try to catch the note this time, because Mrs. Youngken had turned to the class right after Sarah threw it. Instead, she let it hit the floor and slowly slide to a stop on the waxed tile. Just for the sake of not getting caught, she pushed her pen off the edge of her desk and waited until she heard it hit the floor. She waited a second for the teacher to comprehend that she had dropped her pen, then bent down and picked it up, swiping the note up with it in the process.

She unfolded it again and smoothed it down so it lay flat on her desk, her eyes scanning over the words. She diverted them up to Mrs. Youngken again, waiting until she had turned around and continued speaking in her slow, boring voice, then scribbled down a few more sentences. Her words almost looked like chicken scratch because she was writing so fast, but it was readable.

"It's great to see you again too. I honestly didn't know that this is where you moved to LoL." She glanced over at Jordan again, who now seemed to be half asleep in his chair. "As far as Jordan's motives, I'll have to keep you posted. I'm not 100% sure of what they are yet myself." That was true, she didn't know what her brother had going on up in that crazy head of his. She folded it up again and waited until Sarah was facing her before she tossed it back. She took a quick glance at the clock. They still had about twenty minutes left. Wow...the time sure went by fast.