Just heads up, I have no hecking idea how to do a blood test. Sooooo I'm just gonna have Ivor collect Aiden's blood and see if they match up with the blood on the glass. Okay? Okay.

Also, this is the chapter you guys have been waiting for...excited? ;)

"I'll be fine."

"But-"

"Jesse."

"Are you sure-?"

We just got done with the 'session,' or whatever, and now Aiden is going to get his blood tested. I feel unbelievably worried, with no idea why. I mean, I really shouldn't. I don't have anything to worry about. Aiden's not the killer, so I should be fine, right? Then why do I have this feeling?

I stutter frantically until Aiden stops me with a kiss.

On the cheek.

I stop talking and freeze, staring him dead in the eye, his lips warm against my cool skin. He looks at me sheepishly, cheeks turning a light red. I can feel mine do the same, along with my heart rate rising.

"Okay." I say, shaky. "You got this."

I try to push away the worry that something bad will happen, that something will go wrong and somehow I'll lose my friend.

"Yeah." He replies, taking in a breath. "Go on, I'll meet you out."

I nod slowly and step into the other room, watching as he closes the door in front of me.

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I'm sitting in the other room in Ivor's house, along with everyone else besides Ivor, Lukas, and Aiden. They want some sort of privacy while they take his blood. I protested, but they won and now I'm here.

I sit on one of the chairs, wooden but surprisingly comfortable, and begin to massage the ache in my head. I lean back, hearing the creak of the wood and sigh, closing my eyes to rest. It's been a while since I've felt tired.

Maybe I can take a quick nap before they come back. Yeah, or just close my eyes for a minute...

Lukas P.O.V.

I feel myself burst as his lips go in contact with her cheek. Notch, I feel like punching him in the face right now.

So I guess this is jealousy at its peak.

I sigh and run both my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself down. I can feel Ivor watch me with concern.

"Don't worry, this'll be over soon." He says to me reassuringly. I look at him and bite my lip.

"I hope so." I reply, right before hearing the door shut and Aiden walking towards us.

He puts his hands in his pockets, like he's trying to stop himself from fidgeting with something. I gesture for him to sit in the chair next to the table near Ivor. He lets out a small breath and sits down, pushing the chair so that he's comfortable. Well, as comfortable as someone can get when he's being accused with attempted murder.

"Alright Aiden, extend your arm." Ivor says, wearing a pair of gloves and holding the syringe, ready to take blood.

"Wait," I suddenly say, and Aiden turns, replying with a "what?"

"I need to ask you..." I can't believe I'm saying this. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Oh, you know me so well old friend." Aiden says, faking a grin.

"So, how? Besides lying to her, and trying to hurt her, of course." I ask as he rolls his eyes.

"I gave her something she could never get from you." He exclaims, and I look at him, puzzled. "Something that she's been trying to get, but you never gave it to her."

Aiden turns back to Ivor, and I tap my foot on the ground in frustration.

"What the hell is it Aiden?"

He isn't looking at me, but I can feel his eyes on me, like ice seeping into my body from realization at his words.

"I gave her trust."

Jesse P.O.V.

I can't see anything, but I can hear the sounds of waves crashing. I'm on a... beach?

My eyes open and sunlight immediately shines on me, covering me in its warmth as I lie flat on the similar warm sand. I'm wearing a shirt and shorts, and my hair is let down past my shoulders, my yellow clip gone.

And it feels...good. Really good.

I sit up from the floor and sit Indian style, my hands on my lap as I amaze myself at the spectacular view. I wish I could come here. In real life, I mean.

For once I know I'm in a dream. Certain. And that's what makes it good, and somewhat bad. For once this isn't a nightmare.

I let my hands run through the sand as I sigh with relief, letting myself enjoy the warmth until I face the cold harsh winds of reality.

Suddenly, a something runs into my lap, knocking me over onto the sand.

I laugh as Reuben tackles me in piggy kisses, tickling my skin.

"Reuben-! Stop boy-that tickles-!" I continue to laugh until he settles himself in my lap. I wrap my arms around my little bundle of joy.

"I've missed you bud."

He snorts at me.

"And I still miss you." I say, correcting myself. He gives me a satisfied looks and then leans his head on my knee again. I raise an eyebrow.

"Come on Reuben, are we gonna sit here all day? I only have until I wake up. Let's go have some fun."

I smile and stand up as he runs and snorts excitedly around me. We run into the waves.

Lukas P.O.V.

I watch as Ivor injects the syringe into Aiden's arm, him almost flinching at the process. He pulls the top of it towards him and soon enough I can see a dark red filling the clear tube.

Once it's done, Ivor wraps his arm in some bandages and begins to set up the analyzing tools for the killer's blood and Aiden's.

He puts the two samples next to each other and uses some telescope-looking object to identify them, while poking it around with some small needle.

"It's going to take a few moments, so will you please stop staring at me like I'm your lover?!" Ivor exclaims, a bit annoyed. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I turn away.

I walk to the corner of the room, where the books and bookshelves and cases are. I take one out, Stain and Ink, by some random author. But before I can read it a hand taps on my shoulder.

Aiden is there, holding his bandaged arm.

"Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me, so just listen. I need to get this off my chest."

I give him a strange look and put the book back in its place. I don't say anything.

"You know, all those years we were friends," he starts, sighing a bit. "I've always treated you like crap. You never deserved it, I know, and yet you still hung out with us. Stood by us, despite how we acted. You even tried to help change us, even though we didn't listen, but the thought was what counted.

"What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry."

I feel a little prick of surprise.

"I'm sorry for all those years, for all those times. I know I can never make up for it, but I wanted to let you know. I wanted to apologize, properly. And I also wanted to say thank you. You've been a really great friend, even though you aren't ours right now."

I don't know what to feel as Aiden says those words. Angry? No, I feel something else. I give him a small smile, reaching out my hand for him to shake.

"Aiden-" I say, and he looks at me hopefully. "I-"

SLAM

I recoil as the sound shocks me. Ivor slams his fists down at the table in pure rage, the tools flying to the side.

"Ivor what-?!"

"You better get away from the person who tried to kill you Lukas," he growls, and I can only gap at him.

"The blood matches."

FINALLY

YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER

HOLY FRICK

ARE YOU GUYS HAPPY OR WHAT?!

*calms down*

So I guess you guys have your answers for now, huh?

Everyone was guessing Aiden, and then turning to Gil at the last moment. (Sorry it wasn't anyone else from outside this world) I was surprised.

I seriously hope I didn't give anything away in the previous comments...XD

Anyway, leave your thoughts on this chapter pls, I like reading your comments :3