THE GIF ABOVE IS DEDICATED TO MR. AND MRS. JUSTICE LMAO

ARIA'S POV

I glared at the woman who was obviously ogling Klaus, who was too busy trying to steal a potato from some man that was sitting in the table next to us.

How in the hell did I get here?

Oh yea, I was illegally exported and kidnapped and now I find myself here in the States, with a man I'm having major mixed feelings for.

I can tell that he loves it here, he obviously has only ever been back home, never left.

I can't really say I'm not enjoying not being back home, its not like there is anything left there for me. My parent's if you can even call them that, probably haven't even noticed that I'm not there, let alone not in the country.

Funny how the people who are genetically programed to give a shit, can't seem to pull two together about their own daughter.

I sighed in even more announce as Klaus finally turned back around. He froze in shock at the waitress that had been standing behind him and ogling him for the past five minuets. He potato he had in his hand dropped immediately to the floor as his whole body tensed.

I feel like I can honestly blame this all on Katrina.

I wouldn't have met any of these people if she had just kept her damned mouth shut. But if anything I owe her big time.

This has been a crazy ride, but I can't say I'm not enjoying it.

The only thing I could do without is the weird sharp pains I'm getting in my chest every time Klaus looks at me with his devilishly cunning eyes.

Two claps for Aria, you know exactly how to pick them. A super with a stupid name.

Another thing I could do without? This unyielding jealousy.

"Why don't you take a picture?" I hissed at the waitress who's whole face flashed red as she quickly adverted her eyes away from Klaus, who was snickering.

An actual child.

I have feelings for an actual child.

The waitress scampered off like a beaten animal, while Klaus' large goofy smile was planted firmly on his lips. "What is it my skoteinó sýnnefo?" he chuckled, light hearted.

My glare intensified at the stupid nickname that he had branded me with.

My little dark cloud.

So what I like black? It's a glorious color.

"I despise you", I hissed.

"I love you", he shrugged back his large carefree smile firmly on his face.

I choked violently, just like I did when he dropped that bomb on me after the stupid Convention he dragged me to.

I tensed, "stop saying dumb shit!" I growled at his bright smile.

His smile actually grew, "I'm just saying I love you, just telling the truth, its not my fault if you classify it as dumb shit" he chuckles again.

See! This man was certifiably insane!

No one tells someone that they love them like that!

"Stop it, your emotions are making me sweat" I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to get the heat that was splashing my cheeks to die already.

His smile just seemed to get bigger.

"I'm just telling you my feelings, what's wrong with that?"

"Your feelings are stupid"

"You didn't think they were stupid the other day" he smirks. I can literally see him replaying the memory in his mind of how he somehow weakened me and got me to .. to.. we don't actually have to speak about that.

"Stop thinking about it!" I hissed at him.

His smile got bigger, "you know me so well. But I don't think I'll ever be able to forgot about how sweet you taste" he smirked his voice actually going deeper.

I think someone dropped me on a stove. My whole body was burning with the heat of embarrassment that felt like death.

"I had a lapse in judgement don't-"

"You had a few lapses in judgement if I remember correctly, no?" our home accent flowing out of his voice like honey.

"Will you stop" I hissed my eyes shooting around to see if anyone was listening to our conversation.

"But don't you remember? You told me not to stop. Pretty sure you said never stop" he smirked, his goofy personal hiding behind some dark force of a man that somehow got past all my barriers ... underwear included.

So disappointed in myself.

My head dropped from the weight of the actual embarrassment landing on my shoulders.

I don't let people in. People only ever fuck you over, and pretend to give a shit. They don't actually care about your life or what you have to say or what you do for them.

Or how you become the top of your class, so they'll be proud of you. How you get accepted into multiple colleges only at the age of 16. no they could care less about all the important shit that you do to make them proud of you. What you do so that they can fucking accept you.

All anyone wants is to be accepted.

But apparently that's too hard for some people to do.

So you lash out.

Maybe you wreck your car, or you have continuous sex with dumbasses.

Or you could be like me and start selling powerful illegal shit, to powerful illegal supers.

Okay, so maybe you could say my lashing out had in fact got me in way deeper shit than I had originally planned for, but something weird was happening.

For the first time since my 10th birthday, when I realized what utter shit of parents that I have, I was feeling ... apart of something.

It was weird but Katrina, Klaus, and hell I'll even throw in Blake, were starting to feel like something I had never gotten the luxury of ... a family.

A backwards as hell family, but a family none the less.

And that warm feeling in my chest, was making my stomach knot. In my experience when you rely on people, especially a family, they tend let you down harder than anything. Their betrayal is what hurts the most, which is probably why I'm pushing so hard not to let them in.

Katrina had somehow already slipped past my barriers, and had her fat ass seated perfectly content next to me as she watched me struggle to defend myself against Klaus, someone who was making me smile more than I had in the measly 18 years of life that I had under my belt.

Klaus' hand flashed in front of my vision making me snap back into the scene where he had dragged me for some random reason with no explanation at all.

"Can you tell me why we are here?" I pouted in annoyance.

When I say I never pout, I mean never. This man was literally changing me and I couldn't even control it.

His bright smile, and care-free, devil glint flashed in his eyes, "no. But you'll figure it out pretty soon" he smiled. "You are smart, it will be easy for you figure out" he was practically shining with pride.

There goes that stupid tingling in my chest again.

I glared trying to push these weird feeling back down, "are you trying to make fun of me?"

His smile got bigger, "no, you're the smartest person I've ever met. You're a true genius, it's amazing!" he cheered.

People were turning to stare at us as he continued to shout his praise.

My cheeks were burning yet again, I slammed my hand down on his wrist, "ok. Ok. Calm down" I hissed. It only made his smile get bigger.

It was like no matter how mean or demeaning I was to him, he just kept smiling back at me, like I was making his day just by breathing near him.

His hand twisted quickly and he connected our fingers before I could even pull away. He had his weirdly bright smile planted firmly on his face, until his eyes shot to the door and the smile slipped off his face and a man who tended to be more serious slipped into his body.

The whip lash with these personalities could send someone to the hospital.

Katrina said it must run in the family. Hmmm.

I turned slightly in my seat to get a view of who he was staring at, and my jaw dropped when my eyes connected with Katrina's psycho parents were standing in the doorway bickering.

I swears that's all they ever do, which oddly reminds me of Katrina and Blake.

My eyes turned back to Klaus who was staring intently at them, diagnosing the situation. "Please tell me you are not stalking Katrina's parents. You do know that they are absolutely insane right?" I asked him.

It was then that I realized he wasn't waiting for them per say. He was trying to find who they were meeting here, he was trying to get answers.

"Whoever they are here to meet ... you think they will help lead us to the Shadow" I stated as the parts started to connect right in front of my eyes.

He gave me a curt nod, but he wasn't even looking at me.

"WILL YOU JUST TAKE US TO THE TABLE OR SHOULD WE FLY THERE?" Katrina's Mom's crazed voice shouted at the nervous hostess, who was twitching nervously by then.

"JESUS BONNIE YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME!" her Father yelled down at his wife.

"KALVIN I WILL CLIP THE OTHER TESTICLE IF YOU YELL AT ME AGAIN!" she turned her anger on her husband.

"I love them" Klaus chuckled as everyone turned and stared in shock at the couple that was obviously crazy.

Kalvin slapped him hand over his wife's mouth as he turned to the hostess, "hurry kid, before she starts spitting fire. She's a damned dragon!" he hissed.

Bonnie then reached up and twisted her husbands nipple, making him throw his body away from as he screamed in pain, that was so high pitched it sounded like a woman's screech.

Klaus was not breathing, he was laughing so hard.

Katrina is both parts of them. Crazy.

I turn to look back at Klaus who had somehow dug deep down enough inside himself to stop jumping from foot to foot.

The only thing with this guy is that he is in constant movement. He cannot stand still, and ... I don't know if that really scares me yet.

If he couldn't stay in one place, what makes anyone think he could stay with one girl.

I could tell that deep down there was some real dark shit that lingered in his soul. Something dark happened to the man in front of me, that made him like the way he was with me right now.

Sometimes in those small moments when he thought no one was looking, I could see it bubble to the surface on his face. This unending sadness that could consume and entire person if you let it.

He was battling hard, but for how long?

I wanted to ask desperately, because I'm learning about myself that I am apparently a nosey bitch.

Discovery and all that shit.

But, whatever had happened to him, was something that must have twisted his soul. After that blast at the Convention and I woke up with Klaus looming over top of my body, I saw something that day that I never thought would or could ever be aimed at me.

True and utter fear.

When I opened my eyes to see his face, the expression that stared back at me was terrifying. More than the fact that I had nearly been blown to shit.

Klaus' face was completely shut down, he looked so worried, so sick that something had happened to me. But it was more than that. It was a darkness that was surfacing on his face, a horrible memory that must have been triggered by my limp body in his arms.

The desperation on his face when I had opened my eyes had blown me away.

We hadn't known each other long, but that fear was so clear and real on his handsome face. I knew something terrible had happened to him.

Something worse than being petty because your parents could seem to find the two shits to give about you.

It was something that had completely reshaped who he was as a person.

And no lie. I would pay to figure out what exactly had caused such a monumental shift in him. To figure out what caused that truly terrifying look to pass across his face as he looked at me, but was thrown into a different time, where something just as terrible had happened.

But unlike me, whoever he had been holding, must not have opened their eyes.

"Do you know who they are meeting with?" I asked Klaus.

He blinked and brought his attention back to me, "you think you could ... distract them for me?" he asked me.

I gave him a bored look, "do you have a stick?" I deadpanned.

His lips twitched, "be nice my skoteinó sýnnefo. I'll come get you once I've gotten what I need" he gives me a small distracted smile as he stands.

The back on his hand barely touches the side of cheek, and before I can blush or melt or yell at him for sexual harassment he was gone in the blink of an eye.

I stood on shaky legs, as I tried to push his large golden brown eyes out of my mind.

Focus Aria.

I strutted over to the two bickering couple that were obviously so obsessed with one another.

I easily slid on one of my fake smiles that I used with my own parents, when ever they decided to show me their faces, every other 6 months.

I stopped in front of their table just as Katrina's mom plucked her husband in the forehead with unimaginable force.

Aren't they adults?

He growled in pain as he tried to scoot away from her.

I tried not to let the shock slip on my face at the older couple that acted like children, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Justice. Do you remember me? I'm a friend of Katr-"

"Bonnie why is this goth child speaking to us?" Mr. Justice spoke over me, making me freeze.

"I don't know why, but why is she smiling like the Joker?" Mrs. Justice asked him back while looking at my face like I was the unstable one.

My jaw was now officially hitting the ground.

"What do you want child? We already have a kid, we cannot adopt another ... unless you can do something cool" Mr. Justice questioned me.

I was gaping like a fish out of water, I had never had the force of both of them at the same time ... how did Katrina survive?

"W-well I-I am good at science?" I questioned completely thrown off course by their reactions to me, "but I was coming over here to say hi, do you remember me? I was over at your house the other night with Blake Dun in order to pick up Katrina ... I was also with her when ... that night she got arrested" I muttered the last part out.

Mrs. Justice's hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me down so quickly into the booth that my eyes were spinning in my skull.

"Tell me everything, and you will have our blessing to be Katrina's friend" she hissed in my face as both her and her husband crowded me.

What did I just get myself into ... "isn't she like 20?"

"What is her relationship with The Blake Dun?" Mr. Justice shouted out the first question with no restraint.

I was starting to sweat, "uhhh ... well... they- they are like dating ... or in a relationship ... right?" I strutted horribly as wide devilish grins broke across their faces.

"I told you Kalvin! She's been rawdogging that man!" Katrina's mom slammed her hand against the table as she turned and gave a triumphant look to her husband.

He then pulled a 20 out of his pocket and handed it to her.

I must have tripped into a different world.

They turned back to look at me, "Do they love each other?" Katrina's mom asked me wide eyed as they both stared back at me. I'm pretty sure neither one of them is breathing.

"Well ... yea, actually. I think that they do" I answered unconsciously.

Katrina's mom pouted as she handed her husband back the 20 she just had gotten. "Told you!" he gloated while she flipped him off.

"So how do you know The Blake Dun?" Mrs. Justice threw me another question.

Can't really say that he kidnapped me, and forced me to help him take down some weird hooded man, "well ... I'm kind of ... with his brother. Klaus" I word vomited.

"Oh juicy!" Mrs. Justice smirked as she and her clearly crazy husband leaned in closer like teenage girls at a sleepover about to tell each other gossip.

"Spill. The. Tea." Mr. Justice demanded dead serious.

I don't know if it was their attentiveness, or their overpowering, nearly drowning personas, but I opened my mouth and couldn't stop.

"We met in some ... different circumstances. And it really shouldn't be a relationship, I mean I don't want it to be. I don't even like him, you know, but I'm getting these weird feelings. Like terrible heart burn or ... stomach aches whenever he even breathes in my direction. And we've only just met but he told me he loved me!" I rambled.

This is not me. Someone has taken over my body.

"He said he loved you?" Mrs. Justice gasped while turning back to her husband who was looking back at her just as shocked.

"What does that mean?" I whispered back to them nervously.

I was way too far gone into the situation.

How did they even pull me in?

"Do people say that a lot here in America?" I asked nervously.

Mr. Justice shook his head, "No, we actually try not to say it to women. It makes them crazy and then stop taking birth control, and before you know it-"

"You've got a fat diamond" Mrs. Justice had an evil smirk tilted perfectly on her face, while victory practically rolled off of her in waves.

Definitely do not. Want to know.

"So then why would he say it to me? I don't even understand why he likes me! We are complete opposites .. and something terrible happened to him ... and he's so free, but also locked away at the same time. That's a warning sign isn't it? It is isn't it?"

Mr. Justice grabbed his drink, "well its not, not, a warning sign girl" he sipped his water.

"He obviously is in love with you, but are you in love with him?" Mrs. Justice asked.

Stumped.

Actually full halted.

Body, mind, and soul, stopped.

Did I love him?

"I don't know ..."

She rolled her eyes at me and looked over at her husband who also had a patronizing smile on his face, "well what do you like about him?" she asked.

"He's happy, and caring, even when he doesn't have to be. He's got edge to him, but also is the softest being I've ever met. I'm always fighting down a smile, and I hate smiling. He makes me really uncomfortable, but solid in my own body at the same time. Does any of this make sense? What am I suppose to do?" I looked to them desperately for answers.

They both looked at each other before looking back at me, "you're actually smart, unlike our daughter Katrina, so you don't need a man to take care of you ... and make sure you don't die, like she does. But it's obvious that he loves you and you're just in denial about you loving him" Mrs. Justice said while her husband nodded in agreement.

"You see young grasshopper, its quite easy to explain. How would you feel if he kissed another girl ... or man ... I don't your life style, we don't judge" Mr. Justice said, but his voice was fading out of my mind.

My whole body had immediately tensed with the thought, the very utterance of him, my Klaus, with his lips on someone else. It wasn't a reality in my mind.

That was the unreasonably part of me, apparently the larger part of me.

But the small reasonable part of me, the part of me who had shoved to the backseat and told to sit her ass down, was trying desperately to scream that I shouldn't care.

I had barely known Klaus a month, a solid full months hadn't passed.

Yet.

It is insane.

I am insane!

"That's not the issue! I know that I care, way too much, but the issue is that I shouldn't and I cannot figure out why! Why do I give a shit?!" I cried looking over at the only adult role models in my life.

Jesus my life had gone down hill and fast.

"Shit like this never makes sense! Blake Dun and Katrina Justice?! What. The. Fuck. Kalvin Justice and Bonnie Rays? Bonnie looked me dead in the eye and told me should would never marry me, right after she spit in my face! Katrina threw darts and a picture of Blake Dun for a week after she met him at some party! Love is never suppose to be reasonable to make any fucking sense, you just take the punches and hope that when you wake up your still holding that persons hand. You never know the time limit on these kinds of things, so what if you haven't known him forever and a day?! You should grab it by balls and hold on tight .... and I mean like love or something not him, because that shit hurts. Trust me I know" Mr. Justice finished shocking the shit out of me even more.

Mrs. Justice was just giving him a fond smile as he grabbed his hand.

"I landed that loogie right in your mouth" her eyes twinkled as the memory played between them.

"Last time I checked I then kicked your ass" Kalvin puffed out proudly.

He did wh-

"You literally kicked me in the ass when I turned around to walk away, and then I had to put the hands on you. You are disrespectful as fuck" she growled as the second end to their weird ass history played between them.

I pushed them out of my vision, none of what I was going through made sense, but somehow all the shit that was spinning around me calmed when that twitchy little shit came strutting into the room, a self satisfied smile on his lips.

Goofy ass hell as his eyes shoot around the room looking for me.

When he finally makes it, its like the air is being pushed out the room and it makes me knot in anticipation, but also annoyance.

Why do I like him so much?!

What does he have that none of the other guys who have chased after me didn't have?!

What makes him so damn special?

Is this how Katrina feels about Blue? Is this the feeling that shoots through her body when he ... he never smiles so when he glowers at her?

I cannot figure this shit out!

Why does being with him make the pain from years of neglect just fade, almost like the emotional scars just disappear, heal in an instant, like they were never there.

Like they just float off my shoulders.

What. The. Hell. Made. Him. So. Special.

Why of all the men in the world, why him?

I've tried putting math and science to this, but every time it's like the chemistry and biology behind this attraction just fades.

I cannot figure it out.

And I figure out everything.

He started making his way over here.

My chest was burning with the pain of my heart punching my chest from the inside.

What is it about him?

He stopped right infront of our table and his eyes shot over me, before throwing one of his goofy, stupid, carefree, smiles back at me.

It was not science. It was not calculus. It was not biology. It was no quantified. Or weighed. Or tested.

It was something entirely.

And as he stuck his hand out for me to grab, as I looked into his eyes, as I stared at his annoyingly warming smile, I realized it.

I was in love with him too.

Fuck.