[AngelEyes712]

Chapter 8:

Kyrii's P.O.V.

I called Angelina and read her the newspaper title.

"Too young for Vegas? HAHAHA" she laughed.

"It's not funny, I knew this would happen."

"Girl if you can drink, your old enough to be there."

"Yeah but Criss is in his 40's isn't that a little weird?"

"Only if you find it weird, besides you guys are romantically involved....are you?"

"Ew, gah no. Hello age? Weirdo."

"I'm just saying, then in shouldn't be a problem."

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, i'll call you later."

"Kay love ya."

"2"

This was the whole reason I didn't want to come here. What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. Besides we all know that this is the rumor mill.

Criss' P.O.V.:

Kyrii came storming into my room flagging a newspaper around. I grabbed it out of her hands and read the title laughing the whole time. She stomped her way to the couch and flopped down.

"Why does everyone think it's sooo funny except for me?"

"Because you have to take it for what it is. Turn it into a compliment. It pays to be young in Vegas, literally."

"Oh shut up."

She playfully punched me and I growled at her. In a way I liked her being young because it brought out the less stressful me, something I haven't been able to do except through magic. She brought out my childhood.

"Let's practice magic."

"Ughh." She groaned.

"If you don't practice you won't learn."

"I know, I know."

Down side to her being young, complainer! ha.

After 15 minutes I successfully taught her a card trick. She was bad, like really bad. But she was determined and that's really all it takes.

"Hey, to celebrate me and the gang are going out, you want to go?"

"I don't know, am I too young?"

"Well...."

"Shut up, i'm going."

And all the awkwardness from yesterday seemed to be gone, hopefully tonight wouldn't end the same.