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Chapter 1

The blonde boy sits in a seat, I look around for a place to sit, but there isn't one. I cling to the pole in the middle of the bus.

"What's you're name again?" He ask.

"Nezbit, I never told you." I answer.

His voice lowers, "Yes, but I read it on the flyer."

In a way, this guy intimidates me.

"What's yours? Your name?" I ask.

"Luke." He answers extending his hand for a shake.

He has a firm grasp of my hand, and shakes.

"For Lucas?"

"For Luke."

I nod, as he releases the tight hand shake.

"Now, I would offer you to sit in my seat, but..." His voice trails.

"But what?" I ask.

"But I'm just an arse."

A women sitting to his right, gives him a look, shaking her head, then looks away.

He chuckles as he rubs his palms together and looks towards me.

"You know," I say to him, "I'm starting to think I'm going to regret coming with you."

"Nah," he shrugs confidently, "You'd have no money with out me. I'll kick in."

"Kick in?" I ask.

The full twenty minutes that I've known him, he's used so much Australian slang, I hardly understand him.

"Damn American." He mumbles. "It means, help you out with money."

I scan the clothes that he's wearing once more.

"Do you even have enough money?"

He smiles. "I flush."

"Flush?"

He huffs. "I have enough money, Nezbit."

I nod.

"You're gonna have to learn to use your... what is it that you yanks call it?... Your um... Your contact clues! You're going to have to learn to use them, I'm not going to explain lingo to you all the time."

"You're not very friendly." I tell him.

He smiles. "Don't worry you'll get used to it... soon you'll be my little ranga mate, and you'll be just as "unfriendly" as I."

I bite my lip. "So mate means friend, and ranga means?"

He sighs and mumbles something to his self that I couldn't understand. "Red head." He answers.

"Where are we going?" I question.

He licks his lips and closes his eyes. "Veg out with the interrogation will ya?"

What ever that means.

"Here." he says standing up, "You sit, I suppose you're yonked at the moment, so go to sleep or something."

I sit. "I want to know where we're going first!" I demand.

"Honey," The women who had originally given Luke "the look" says to me. "Do you know this man?"

"Yes. " I quickly answer.

I look to him, hoping he would continue on for me, but he only stays quiet. His eyes widen and he nods for me to continue.

"H-he's my cousin, visiting from Australia."

"Yep, and she's going to be moving with me for a year in Aussie with my parents also, our parents suggested that we spend a week or so together, and here we are." He finally adds on.