When I wake up, I realize I'm being carried, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I begin thrashing around in my captive's arms.

"Charlie, it's okay." A deep voice says calmly before tightening his grip on me.

I continue kicking at the air until I open my eyes and realize it's Trystan.

"Are you okay?" He asks, "I think you were having a nightmare.

I glare at him. "I was not having a nightmare. I thought I was being kidnapped." I say angrily, glaring at him.

He sets me down on a bed and I look around. It looks like a typical teenage boy's room. "Is this your bedroom?" I ask.

"Yeah, it is. You didn't look very comfortable on the couch, so you can sleep here. I'll sleep on the floor." He says, shrugging nonchalantly, and before I can object, I'm fast asleep on Trystan's bed.

When I wake up for the second time this morning, Trystan is already awake and out of the room.

I look around the from until my eyes land of the clock on his dresser. I slept in till eleven. I was supposed to help babysit. What if his parents are back?

Apparently Jolie and her husband aren't back yet. I decide that since I probably look and smell horrible I should take Aubrey home and shower, then we'll come back for lunch.

We arrive back at the Johnson's house an hour and a half later, seeing as we had to walk back and forth twice. I just changed into simple jean shorts and a tank top.

"Hey, Charlie," Jolie greets me when she let's me in.

"Hi, Jolie," I respond politely. Trystan looks up from what he was doing and smiles. "Hey, Trystan, can I talk to you?" I ask him.

"Yeah, sure. Just a minute."

I nod in response and walk into the other room.  A couple minutes later, he walks in. "What's wring?" He asks, his voice full of concern.

"I wanted to explain about last night." I say.