I know about you and Alex", the younger girl said, laying her hand on top of Alicia's. "He told you", Alicia said, shocked that he would confide in th... girl. "Not really. I kind of figured it out and he just didn't deny it", Lauren said. "But it's alright. I won't tell anyone." "Thank you", Alicia said. "At least one of us can make a good decision today." "Yeah, so, what happened", Lauren asked. "Why did you do it?" I don't know", Alicia said. "Part of me still loves Will, even after all these. Were nearly there. Its kinda hard to relax, John said, glancing around then at the ladder to their side. Both he and Carl had to plead and argue with the bus driver to let them carry the metal stepladder inside the bus, despite its size severely limiting the space of the other passengers around them. More than a few patrons also questioned why two young boys such as themselves even need a ladder. Most disconcerting of all to John was how the passengers reacted to what they looked like, Carl,. She fumbled for the keys in her pocket, trying several until the locked clicked and the door stood ajar. She stepped inside, into the dark room with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the lights of the city at night. She strolled around a white sofa, a few beige chairs, a table, and an antique wooden desk until she was looking over the sparkling lights. She smiled as she detected his familiar scent, the musky, spicy scent that marked him. It lingered in the air, overwhelming her with. We were loaded into the old Dodge Monaco station wagon (the precursor to the minivan) replete with faux wood paneling on the side and the rear seat that faced backward. That's where Lisa and I sat on these trips. The middle seat was occupied by our little brother, who was something of an accident we suspect as there is 14 years between him and I. Plus the cooler and various bags and other stuff was jammed there. Sometimes there were bags tied to the roof just like in the National Lampoon.