A/N: Alright, telling you all now. This is the end of series three, I'm not quite sure if I'm going to do a series four or not. I would like suggestions from all you reviewers whether or not I should continue ^_^ Also, if I do continue, I'll start a sequel so I don't get up to like 50 chapters on this one o_o.. thanks again to all my wonderful reviewers and please take a look at my new Story "Hunter"

"And you didn't know this before?" he asked.

I ignored him and quickly unlocked the door and opened it. Jaymi was sitting on the couch typing something up and looked up startled to me and Ryan.

"Why'd you lock me," I began, "us, out?" I asked staring at her.

She blinked, "Sorry," she shrugged and picked up her things. I watched helplessly as she walked into her room and sat down against the door as Ryan closed it.

"Why did we come back here again?" I asked turning to him.

"Because you wouldn't let me kiss you in the halls." He stated and bent down to do just that.

I smiled at him, "Nothing phases you, does it Turner?"

"Not today at least," he grinned.

I looked over to the coffee table to find our chess pieces still scattered about the board.

"I was about to win," I said bending down to look at them differently.

"Nope, I could of gotten your king there," Ryan said pointing.

I sat down in the chair, "How about another game Turner, something to clear my mind?"

"Do I still get a kiss if I win?" he asked.

"Or if I win," I grinned.

"Then what's the competition in that?" He asked.

"None at all," I said and he returned the smile.

"Sounds good to me," he said sitting down opposite of me. I reached over for my laptop once we began playing and while it was Ryan's move I opened it up to check my email. Kelsey still hadn't written me back and thank god, I breathed a sigh of relief, Robbie hadn't written either. There was another mail from an address I didn't recongnize though, I hastened to open it up.

"C'mon, let's go, someone win this," came Ryan's impatient voice.

I furrowed my brow as I began reading the letter, ignoring Ryan. I quickly found that it was, I let out a small gasp, my mother. Why was she mailing me? I asked myself, We hadn't even spoken since Christmas.

"What?" Ryan asked obviously seeing my facial expression.

"It's from my mom," I said softly and continued reading until I quickly closed the laptop and put my head in my hands.

"Chela?" Ryan asked, his voice had a tone of concern in it.

I made sure I wasn't going to burst out in tears for a second time today before I looked to him. When I did, tears were brimming my eyes and he didn't have to ask.

"She wants you to come down," he said after studying my face.

I nodded and smiled inwardly. He knew my reactions and emotions so well, I thought to myself.

"When?" He asked.

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter," I paused and finally got my emotions under control, "I'm not going," I said.

"Why?" He cried.

"I've got enough going on right now Ryan, I can't." I said trying to think up some excuse.

"What if I come with you?" He offered suddenly.

A wave of relief washed through me, having Ryan there would make everything easier but I shook my head again. "No Ryan, you've only got three days to meet up with the guys. I can't let you." I sighed.

"Nonsense," he said coming down beside me, "I'm stuck with you for two more days anyways, right? We can leave after your class tomorrow, drive down, stay a day, and drive back."

I bit my lip, I was grateful that Ryan was offering to come, but I knew the only reason my mom wanted me to come was to visit Daniel's grave, and I wasn't sure if I could yet. I looked up to him who was giving me a slightly pleading look and threw my arms around his neck.

"Thanks Ryan," I mumbled hugging him tightly.

"Anytime," he said pulling me from him and kissing me again. I smiled at him and layed my head on his shoulder knowing this was exactly where I wanted to be.