I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. Jacob was a kind, caring, funny guy. Dravon is, honestly put, a jerk! "You wish!"

"No, I am Jacob. I was in disguise, which is why we have the same smirk-"

"That's a coincident." I cut him off. I did not want to hear his reasons. They'd only get more and more believable.

"Okay. Well look at that note I-rather Jacob gave you."

I reached into my back pocket, wondering how the hell Dravon knew about it, and pulled out the now crumpled note.

I want you to Ask me what my Mother's real name is. Although it will sounds Stupid the answer will Prove something I know You need to know.

-Jacob

"Do you notice anything?"

"It is a random note" and I need to ask him what his mother's name is still. He was just about to tell me before Peyton shot at us.

"Wanna know what he was going to say?"

"I'd rather hear it from him."

"Okay," he smirked, "He would have said, "I don't know what her name is, she isn't my mother.'" This caught my attention, even if I knew it wasn't true...well I hoped it wasn't.

"Why would he say that? Is he adopted too?"

"No. Because his "mom" is a spy! His "adopted" sister is also a spy!"

"But she's eight!"

"She also has the highest ranking SAT scored in the world."

"But she's eight!"

"Minor detail when it comes to spies."

"But she's eight!"

"Geez, get a new saying. I thought you were creative."

I stared at him in disbelief. How could he not be so shocked that this eight year old girl got SAT scores higher than anyone in the world? I didn't even think kids could take the SATs.

"So back to the note. Look at every fourth word, tell me the letters of each one in order."

I stared at his smug face with confusion. What does a few letters have to do with anything?

"Just do it."

"T, M, I, S, W, K, K" I read off the note.

"No, starting with "I", as the first letter, skip three words then the fourth word, tell me the letter." He sighed.

"I, A, M, A, S, P, Y"

"Okay, now, what does that spell?"

"Iamaspy?" OH! "He's a spy?!"

"I'm a spy. Jacob was my alias." He said haughtily

"But why would he tell me then?"

"Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my characters I lose my common sense, better yet, I lose myself in my characters. Jacob was a nice guy who told you everything. He couldn't hold back that important secret."

"You mean you couldn't?"

"No. Jacob. I cut any ties between myself and my disguises. It helps for me to find myself after that mission is over."

Why would anyone want to find this ball of sunshine? Personally, I'd rather pretend to be someone everyone loves than this first class, arrogant jerk.

"So...Jacob...isn't real?"

"Nope." He chuckled, "you pretty much fell in love with a name!"

My face erupted into flames as I blushed, "I didn't fall in love with him."

"Oh yeah sure. Jacob was planned to be irresistible to you. He had you at hello"

I scoffed. "Yeah, whatever. He was a jerk at hello."

"Yeah but you must admit, you were intrigued by his... his...hmm what's the word?"

"Attitude?" I tried

"Yeah. He wasn't what you expected. You thought he'd be pompous and..."

"Irritating?" I added

"Sure, but he wasn't. Jacob was considerate, mysterious, protective, and had some reverence towards swearing and fights. There's a word for that."

"Pacifist." I said getting very bored with this conversation. I already knew what Jacob was like; I didn't need Dravon explaining to me how he created him. As a matter of fact, I don't think I'm bored, I'm disappointed. I guess someone like Jacob was just too good to be true.

"But I couldn't make him up on my own. Jake was modeled after someone."

"Who?" Okay, now it's interesting.

"Well, we had Agent GP - that's stands for Grandparent - find out what type of boy you liked. But since no one ever asked you out," he chuckled while I blushed, "we had no data to model Jake after. So we went with the next best thing. I read the diary that you kept in your freshman year, and found out that you had a crush on your best friend, Tyler Kravits."

"You read my diary!?!?" I screamed standing up. Although at that time the plane decided to fly through some turbulence and I ended up losing my balance and wound up on the floor. Suddenly the plane lurched to the right and I hurtled into the wall without the nice comfy seats. Dravon's laughter was the only thing I heard as I struggled to get up. The plane lurched again to the left this time and I once again slammed into a very hard wall. Usually I was very coordinated, I don't know why this is happening.

A low siren went off and a voice came from a small box on the ceiling. "Agent DS we have a code P16, I repeat P16. You're needed in the cockpit."

"Fuck," Dravon yelled running towards the door. He stopped and looked at me. "Come here, hurry!"

I scrambled up, whatever a P16 is, it doesn't sound good.

We walked out the room and went through a hallway. At the end was a door that I assumed was the cockpit. Although before we reached that door he opened another and pushed me inside.

"Stay. Here. If you leave this room you will die. You understand?"

I nodded, trying to swallow back my lunch.

He shut the door and engulfed me in darkness. I shot my arms out to the walls as another round of turbulence hit. Considering the size I figured I was in a closet. How is a closet going to keep me safe?

Just as I was about to open the door, the floor disappeared. I was still standing on it, it was just invisible. I looked down, stupidly, and saw nothing but a vast ocean. We must've been thousands of feet up.

My ears picked up a quiet whirring sound, like a muffled hair dryer. Then a loud whooshing sound. My ears popped with the air pressure. There must be a crack somewhere! Crap.

Finally I noticed where the crack was. It was a slit in the corner of the invisible floor, and it was gradually getting bigger.

"Dravon! Dravon," I began banging on the door. "Dravon I'm going to fall!"

I turned and faced the shrinking floor. In no less than ten seconds there'd be nothing but air beneath me. I had to think of something...aah-ha. Nice plan.

I stuck my arms and legs out to the walls, putting all my force into keeping myself up. I watched the last of the translucent floor disappear into nothing.

"Yes!" I cried. I saved my life! I am awesome.

"Treakle, what the fuck?" a familiar voice cried.

"Dravon?" I looked around and noticed a small speaker.

"Who else? Why haven't you dropped? Let go!"

"Are you crazy?! I'll die!"

"No you won't, I'm trying to save you, now let go."

"I don't want to!"

"Treakle. Trust me."

His voice...it had the same compassion as Jacobs.

"Okay." I took a deep breath, and let go.

......§......

So after the first few seconds of falling to my sure death I tricked my mind into believing I was skydiving. I pretended I had a parachute and a certified skydiver alongside me. I wasn't going to die. After awhile I actually started laughing, hysterically of course, but it was still a laugh.

A loud whistling sound interrupted my "fun". I looked up and saw a long slender object shoot through the sky towards the plane. When I was about 100 meters from the plane, the two objects collided. The plane erupted into an orange and red mushroom.

"Dravon!" I screamed at no one in particular. I couldn't believe it. He couldn't just die like that. "Jacob! Noo!"

I kept screaming Dravon's name until the plane was nothing more than raining rubble. This was when I realized I was falling, without a parachute, and without a certified skydiver, from thousands of feet up. Fun.

Mere seconds later I heard someone calling my name. I've never been as religious as my grandmother so I doubted God wanted to talk to me. However I did believe in angels, and I do believe that Dravon's is coming to save me.

"Treakle" the angel called over the wind rushing past my ears, "Open your arms!" I did as he told me, "Now spread your legs!"

Is now really the time for that?!

He must've noticed my embarrassed look because he then added, "Like skydivers!"

I flipped my body so that I could see one last handsome face before I died. Although what I saw was Dravon speeding towards me, his body rigged, his face focused. That was when I questioned my assumption that he was an angel. When he crashed into me full force, I knew I was silly to think a measly plane explosion could kill a spy.

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