Christine hid her face from the coming bike, but was spotted. She looked towards him trying to smile, "just decided a walk might be nice, too clear my head" her cloudy eyes begged to differ.

She instantly regretted this lie as she knew a handsome young man would certainly be very wise. She shifted her feet uncomfortable. She didnt like lying, it was all her Aunt's fault. She looked towards the sky and noticed an odd spot of cloud, "no it better not rain on me while walking" she said to herself. Reaching for her jacket she wrapped it around her still studying the young man. He seemed rather nice. She admired the way he was able to handle his father. "if only I could do that" she mumbled under her breath

Keefe resisted the urge to cross his arms and laugh at her. She was the WORST lier ever, if that was how she lied. "You know when you lie you get this worried look like you don't want to be found out?" He asked with a small shake of his head, thinking of what to do. Obviously her aunt made her walk for whatever reason, probably cause the woman didn't like something Christine did. Keefe absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair before looking back at her, his icy blue eyes fixed on her darker ones. "It is probably going to rain, so here's an offer.. I can bring you into town, so you can wait in a Cafe or something until enough time has passed that you could've walked. And most likely it'll still be raining so when you walk to your own house you'll get wet, and walla, story told. What do you think?" He held out his hand as an invitation to climb on, waiting to see what'd she do. He didn't expect much. She seemed much too wary, and they had just met. Plus he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up hating him, for one reason or another. Most people did.

Chrisitne frowned, "it was that obvious". She listened to him carefuly and thought about it. She looked him into the eyes and considered the offer. For once now she could be free from her Aunt even if it was only for a little while. The urge to disobey Bridget overuled anything else and she climbed on declining the reached out hand. She had never been offered a hand for help before nor had she ridden one of these things. Freaking out she started to reconsider but for once she didnt care about how she felt, Bridget was the only thing on her mind. Trying to get comfy she asked him, "why are you out here"?

Keefe grinned a little. "Yeaaaaahhhh. But then again, I'm used to people lying to me." He added with a small twitch of the smile on his face. He waited for her to answer, his head tilted, before she climbed on. Bringing his hand back, he handed her the helmet. "Want that? I wouldn't want you arriving in pieces." He joked, then seemed to reconsider his words. "Just so you know, I am joking. My bike isn't any more dangerous than a car when used correctly." Keefe added, snorting a little at her question. "I couldn't suffocate in that house with those lugnuts any longer." He referred to his parents. "Plus it is way more fun seeing people or hiking than having them yell at me." He added cheerfully, glancing back. "Ready?" Keefe asked, and not waiting too long for an answer, he drove off. It was a very nice motorcycle, and was quite comfortable- one thing he liked about having money. He quickly made it into town, enjoying the feeling of the wind through his hair, and stopped at a random Cafe somewhere. It had just started to rain. "Here ya go. Stay here for thirty minutes or so then walk around in the rain a bit and you will look like you just came from a looong hike." Keefe announced, stepping off. He was hungry, so he was going to eat, but he had dropped her off really in the middle of the small town- her house had to be within a mile of this place.

Christine hopped off the bike with her hair all over. She had taken it out and forgot that she needed to put it back up. She couldnt help giggiling at her own self. "Thank you" she responded nicely feeling a lot better about this guy. She seated herself at a cafe and enjoyed the amazing scenery.

Before long she realised the rain was beginning to stop and so quickly left the cafe and into the rain. Soon enough her hair was damp and she looked like a drowned rat. She slowly walked up to her doorstep shaking all over. She didnt want to enter, she wanted to run away forever but that'll never happen. Reaching up to smoothe her hair she turned the door and quickly closed it again. She wasnt going in, she raced down and sat by the lake letting her feet dangle in the freezy water. Whatever happened now she didnt care, she was sick of the way Bridget treated her. "if keefe can stand up for himself than I can to".

Keefe smiled a little at her windblown hair, his own looking much the same without the length. "My pleasure, and I have a feeling I'll see you later." He touched his finger to his eyebrow in a joking salute, then walked down a couple blocks to a small restaurant, Tammy's Place. Great food, one person owned. He ordered, and ate, then paid and left, stuffing his hands in the big pockets of his jeans. He looked around before sauntering back to his bike, slipping the helmet on, and driving off. For him the helmet was just to hide his face, in case he passed by his parents. He really didn't care about safety, because he was at a point where dying didn't scare him much. Keefe went out to a forest ride, then parked and went on a hike, thinking. He liked Christine- not in THAT way, but as a human. She was kind. She just needed to be more confident.

Christine giggled at the fish trying to nibble her toes. She got up from the waters edge and walked towards the town. She had no idea what she was going to do now but she didnt want to go home. Her Aunt wouldnt care as long as Christine still had a "relationship" with the "rich boy" as her Aunt put it. Christine tied her hair up in a messy bun and continued down the road. She wanted to talk to someone, tell someone how she felt about everything but she didnt trust anyone. "i'm just a worthless fool who cant stand up for herself" she mumbled.

-

As she turned a corner her mind wandered to Keefe, she didnt like him but she felt something there, maybe a friendship. Someone like him had to have hundreds of girls running after him. Christine peered into a window and looked at herself, she wasnt pretty, if she cared for her body maybe she would be but with Bridget always being abusive and not giving Christine what she needed, it was almost impossible to look good.

She sighed and continued wandering unsure of what to do next.

Keefe strolled through the forest, his mind wandering every which way. The beautiful scenery and chirping of birds was quite calming. As he came to a gurgling stream he sat down in the grass with a pleased sigh, happy to be away from the ridiculing and beating of his father. Soon there was a rustle in the grass behind him and he stood quickly, his face falling like a stone when he saw Adelle Summer. She was a beauty of a girl, with blonde hair like him and green eyes, a slim frame, and at the moment, looking just the way he didn't want her to. She approached, pretty much sticking her face right near Keefe's, and he couldn't back up cause of the stream. "I saw your bike. C'mon Keefe, you can't reject me again. You know you love me. No one doesn't." She flicked her hair back and sidled closer. "Give it a try." Adelle practically purred, her face growing far too close to his own. In 3 seconds Keefe went from the confident rebellious young man he was to an uncertain boy. "N-no... stop, get away from me. I don't want to be near you Adelle. I don't like you. I never have." He mumbled, leaning back slightly, his gaze glued to his feet. Adelle narrowed her eyes, suddenly angry. "How!? And why! I'm perfect, and you're perfect, why are you rejecting me?" She snapped, shoving him backwards before stomping off. With a surprised yelp Keefe tumbled into the stream, thankful it was that deep, but he got drenched from head to toe. He sat in the water for a moment before pushing himself up, looking much more like a handsome rat at this point. "Aaaand this is why I don't talk to women..." He mumbled, pulling off his shirt and squeezing it out before sitting down on the bank and staring at his reflection in the water. "Oh how I wish I looked normal, and lived with a normal family. I don't even care if they hate me or not. At least they can't literally pay the army to go looking for me." Keefe whispered to himself, his icy blue eyes drained of all fight at the moment.

Christine entered a beauty palour and sat down. "its time for me to finally look a bit better" she announced softly.

-

Leaving the palour looking quite different she walked up to town and relaxed on a chair in a nearby cafe. Picking up a piece of rubbish she escorted it to the nearby bin and cleaned up a few more pieces of rubbish lying around the bin that didnt seem to have made it in. She was use to always cleaning and so this just seemed natural to her.

A sudden thought rushed through her mind, "if i'm supposed to "marry/date" this guy then I wanna know what he's really like". She begun heading the way to the mansion trying to stay in the shadows as much as possible just incase Keefe was out. She was gonna try spying on him. Hopefully she wouldnt get caught, that would be the end of everything. Her Aunt would be so mad.

Keefe finally stood, done feeling sorry for himself. He blew out a heavy breath, almost a huff, and mentally steeled himself before walking back to his bike. He got on and quickly drove off, towards the mansion, passing right by everything without noticing anything, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. A little ways before he got there he slowed and pulled into a hidden path, then got off and wheeled the bike into the shed. His *secret* garage, if it could be called that, wasn't too big. There was a couple tool boxes, the bike, tools hanging up everywhere, and a couple pictures. Keefe took off the leather gloves and put them away before glancing around as he exited the shed and closed, and padlocked, the door. He then hunched his shoulders slightly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking back the short distance. In the back yard, where the trees reached right up to the house, near his room, there was a small cubby crudely built into the outside of the house. He opened this and took out a shiny, nice guitar. "There's a lot my Father doesn't know about me." He mumbled quietly, almost as if to reassur himself, then he went into the woods a little ways and sank against a tree. He picked at a string before readjusting something and starting a quiet song. It sounded like he started on the chorus, as the tune picked up quickly. "Would anyone care, would anyone cry, if I finally stepped off this ledge tonight. Would anything change? Would the world be just fine? If I found a reason to not throw a fight." He trailed off before changing the tune, shaking his head like it wouldn't work. A different song now. "I am raising my white flag tonight. When I cloooose... my... eyes... it's there waiting for me. Finds me eeevery... time, will I never be free? There's a monster thats caged deep behind my eyes I can never escape I've been running for miles when the morning comes I know it will still be there... my never ending nightmare." Keefe slid out of the song with a slight sigh. "It sure is a never ending nightmare." He murmured, sagging back against the tree as if drained of all energy, as if giving up.