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get her to not ask what Kade and I talked about. It didn’t work very well.
                  “He asked me to ask you to not tell anyone that he lives with me,” I say.
                  “Why not?”
                  “He doesn’t want people to know,” I say.
                  “Why not?”
                  “It’s complicated. Ask him yourself,” I say kind of bitchy. Kade aggravates me. Any guy in general, though, aggravates me.

Chapter 5 : Healing -->
                  Two weeks have gone by, and here I am loading up the car, getting ready to go on a twenty- two-hour drive with Kade, my mom, and my dad. This is going to be interesting. I get into the back seat of the car and slide into my normal spot. Kade slides in behind me and closes the door. I don’t think I can do this. Twenty-two hours with him? And my mom? And my dad? Nope. This is not going to work.
                  “Honey didn’t you hear daddy?” My mom opens the back seat of the car and looks at me.
                  “Hear what?”
                  “You and Kade are going to have to drive in Kade’s truck; we don’t have enough room in Dad’s truck for both of you and all of our bags. He’s already filling Kade’s truck with bags and everything we need, but he’s leaving room in the front seat for you.” What the hell? They want Kade and me to drive alone, for twenty-two hours? Yeahhh...funny story though... he drives me crazy.
                  “Oh, okay cool. So we’ll just follow you guys all the way to Idaho?” For the nerves I’m feeling right now, that sentence came out pretty darn good. Hopefully I seem relaxed. I get out of my dad’s truck and walk over to Kade’s. We bought him the truck for his seventeenth birthday four months ago. He loves his truck. It’s everything he asked for – blue, 4-wheel drive, and nice and intimidating. I open the shiny blue door and hop in the passenger seat. His truck is really nice with a good stereo and IPod player. The black leather seats are comfortable and have seat warmers if your butt is cold. Kade slides into the driver’s seat, looks at me, then puts the keys in the ignition.
                  “Want to plug your IPod into the stereo system?” Kade points to the stereo with one hand while keeping the other hand on the steering wheel. We just got out of the front gate of our community and it feels like hours have already passed. You can practically feel the awkwardness lingering in the air. I can just hear him telling himself to say something to break the silence. The front gate opens a little too slowly that I get impatient.
                  I don’t respond to him. I just reach for the white cord that connects my IPod to the car and play the playlist I made for the drive. I hope he’s not picky about music, considering I made this playlist for my enjoyment only. I was not aware I was going to play it for both Kade and me.
                  “Hunter Hayes. Nice,” he says as he bops his head to the music. Hunter Hayes. Gosh. I love the man to freaking death. He’s gorgeous and can sing beautifully. His music warms my heart and makes my head feel all fuzzy. “So are you excited for senior year?” Did he just ask me a question? I was not aware we are going to be talking on this trip. I’m not one for talking in the car. I just like looking out the window and watching the cars pass in silence.
                  “Yes, but no,” I say. I stare out the side window hoping he’ll get the message. The sky is perfectly blue with the bright yellow sun shining down on Kade’s truck. Gosh it’s so gorgeous. I love where I live.
                  “Explain?” Obviously, he didn’t get the message.
                  “Well, I’m sad it’s our last year at Dana, but I’m excited to start the next chapter