Kidnapped Two

The Beach & Breakfast

The Rays. Honestly, I had totally forgotten about them. It seemed like a lifetime ago that we had been with them in Italy.

And seriously, what were the odds that we would meet up in Argentina?

They led us to a rusty, topless jeep and we piled in the back as Clay drove us down a street next to the beach. It wasn't very busy and looked like a small neighborhood with beachouses. We drove for five minutes and he parked us in front of a two story beach house that was a defenit improvement from the abandoned hotel we had stayed in last time.

"There are open room on the second floor," Drew told us as we got out of the jeep.

"Are you going to give us food?" I asked.

Drew looked at me with a smirk. "Maybe."

His humor wasn't very funny. I took food very seriously.

We headed upstairs. There were two empty rooms with beds and dressers, and me and Kayla took one while the british boys took the other.

"We should go to the beach before the sun sets," I suggusted.

Since there was really nothing else to do and it was a beautiful day, no one dissagreed. We changed into swimsuits and headed downstairs and out the door.

"Where do you guys think you're going?" Clay asked. He and Drew had their noses in a bunch of papers and files while Drew was on a laptop, looking worried. I wanted to know what problem they were facing, or who was trying to kill them, but I didn't ask.

"To the beach, duh," Kayla said.

"Fine, but be back before it's dark."

We ignored Clay and ran down the street to the beach.

It was nice being in water that actually wouldn't freeze off your body parts. It wasn't that crowded and the sun was coming down nicely as it set on the water. We swam for a while and then layed on the beach for a while, exhausted.

"I wonder where Jean is," Kayla sighed, rolling over on her back.

"Ew, don't talk about it," I groaned.

"Sorrryy but serioulsy he's going to find us again. I mean, he has every single time we've tried to get away, even after a year."

Liam looked grimly away from us. "I know. I don't get it."

"It's almost.... impossible. Like how could he find us after we've traveled in practically every continent?" Harry asked.

"It's like..... he is always watching us," I said.

"Okay, that sounds really creepy," Kayla replied.

"No, wait... that kind of makes sense. I mean, think about it. How could he find us so often?"

"So what, he's like.... tracking us?" Harry asked.

"I mean, it makes since," I said, thinking about it.

"He has had a lot of opportunities to 'operate' on us, maybe he put like a chip in there or something." Liam wondered. 

"Like in Maximum Ride," Kayla said, and I nodded.

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's a book," Kayla explained.

"A quite good book," I added.

"Anywayyy, who would he put it in? When has he had a chance to open us up and put a tracker in us?" Liam asked.

I shuddered at the thought. "Well, Harry lost his memory, remember?"

"Hah," Harry sneered. "That's funny."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe Jean put the chip in then."

"Yeah. I'm sure that wasn't the only chance he's had to abuse us," Kayla said.

"We should stoppp talking about this and just enjoy the beach," I said.

Everyone nodded and turned back to the ocean.

Harry turned to us. "Do you think it's in the brain?"

We all groaned.

I woke up to the joyful voice of Drew screaming, "Get cho asses of bed, children! Breakfast time!"

Dazed and still half asleep, I rolled over on the bed and fell onto the floor, shreiking. Marisa, who was in the bed next to mine, picked up her head lazily, saw me on the floor and laughed.

"It's not funny," I groaned, picking myself up off the floor and standing up.

"Yeah, it is," she said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed so that she could stand. "C'mon, let's go downstairs."

We slowly walked downstairs and into the kitchen were Harry and Liam were already sitting at a table with The Rays. There was a cold kind of vibe in the room, probably due to the fact that Liam and Harry were in the same room as Drew and Clay, but it warmed up noticably when Marisa and I entered.

"Marisa!" Liam said a little too ethusiasticly, shooting Drew a look, and then making his way over to his girlfriend in one graceful stride and kissing her. "How're ya?"

"Good," she answered, looking pleased.

I laughed and walked over to the table, claiming the seat between Harry and Cole. "Hey," Harry said to me, kissing me quickly on the lips.

"Hi," I answered. "What's for breakfast?"

"Waffles!" Clay said, and I turned in my seat to see he was at the stove, slipping something in a pan. "You like waffles, right, Kayla?"

"Yeah," I said flatly. I had made it my personal mission not to lead Clay on like I had done last time, because that had resulted in me slapping Harry on a plane a couple of days later, which was a serious step back in our relationship that was already rocky, if you know what I mean.

Clay laid a pretty impressive display on the table a couple of minutes later that consisted of three type of waffles: Banana, blueberry, and chocolate chip, fruit, orange juice, bagels, and toast with jelly and butter ready to be spread on top.

"How come you never usually cook like this man?" Cole asked, shoving a whole bagel down his throat. Then he looked at me and said, "Oh."

I couldn't help but smile a little bit at that as I ripped off a piece of toast and popped it into my mouth. Across the table, Drew was attempting to make conversation with Marisa, but Marisa seemed too busy eating to notice him much.

"So Marisa, have you been to Argentina?"

Marisa made a sound like, "Uh gur dah," through pieces of blueberry waffle which made Liam laugh. 

"Do you want some orange juice Marisa?" Drew asked. 

She quickly swallowed the remaining food in her mouth and said, "Yeah. Thanks."

Everyone seemed to be talking but Harry, who was staring at the food on his plate with a blank expression, pushing the waffles and fruit around with his fork.

"What's up?" I asked him, taking another bite of toast.

"I was just thinking about what we were talking about last night... do you really think that Jean could have put something inside of me?"

I blinked. Honestly, I kind of did, but I didn't really see how telling him that was going to help anything.

"Um, maybe. I mean it's a possibility." Seeing the look on his face, I quickly said, "but probably not."