A/N Set when DD ended. Also, I don't own the lyrics I found this while looking through my google drive and really, I'm not sure how this was. I still don't… But time to power through it! Anyway read and review. Justicykes fanfic.

Lyrics Credits: adrisaurus, Greg Graffin, and Green day.

I laid there in the soft green grass, staring at the star speckled sky. We loved this spot. Just laying here, it hurt but at the same time, made me feel better. The stars were bright tonight, making it easy to see them. Looking at them, I started to connect the constellations. I knew I should probably be getting sleep, but I wasn't going to sleep much anytime soon.

Spacing out, I just stared at the sky, thinking of nothing but my lost friend. A shooting star headed across the sky, and I pointed to it. "Look! A shooting…" I remembered that he wasn't there. "Star." I felt instantly sad. I said I was fine at the trail, but it was to convince myself other than anyone.

Something in my gut was telling me to make a wish. I closed my eyes and thought about what I really wanted. I wish Clay was still here. I'd do anything just to get to be with him for one more day. It was true. Clay was like the big brother I never really had.

I sat there, just listing things I would do, that didn't involve illegal activity, what I would do. "Please, just, one more day." I whispered to no one in particular. I just kept looking up at the sky, tears threatening to leave my eyes.

I don't know how long I started, but I woke up to an old woman's voice. "These whippersnappers these days. Sleeping where they please. Backinmydayifwefellasleepintheoutdoorsandweweren' .Edgypoowouldn't" I tuned her out as I started to wake up and get my bearings. What was she saying? She went too fast.

I got up on my feet really shakely and started to walk away with my head down like a Clay getting in trouble with his favorite teacher… I felt like I would be better to crawl in a hole and die.

Everything seemed so bleak, so, unimportant,. It was just that I'd never see Clay again, and I was just reminding myself that. That old woman kept ranting on, and I just walked away from her saying whatever she said.

I didn't know where I was going, but my legs walked me around. After what seemed like days of walking, I was home. Going in, it was neat and organised. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Walking to the kitchen, I started to make myself a cup of coffee. While it was brewing, I noticed the time. 10 A.M. That meant I was late for work, but it didn't hit home hard.

Deciding I should take a shower I walked to the bathroom. After the quick shower the coffee was ready and so were my clothes, but I wasn't. It felt as though my mind and body were objecting to my usual hair and getting ready for work.

After some time of forcing myself to start to do it, I looked normal. Going back the kitchen I made myself some coffee with milk half and half. Drinking the cup in one big gulp, I made myself another, and another. I felt a small bit of happiness when I drank the coffee, making me want more.

I knew it was unhealthy but I drunk the pot and most of my milk. I went to the living room and felt like playing the piano. It was always in the corner of the living room, collecting dust and taking space.

Sitting at it, I blew some dust off the top and lifted the key guards. They looked like they haven't been touched in a while. Playing a few notes it started to come back to me. After a few seconds I started to play a song.

In this world there is no black and white,

I'm told that there will never be a wrong or right,

But is that true?

Should I believe that because others do?

Somewhere deep inside the wheel of fate is turning,

Slowly but surely discerning,

I feel something rare,

And I'm becoming aware

(In this world there is no black and white,

I'm told that there will never be a wrong or right,

But is that true?

Should I believe that because others do?)

What's this passion burning?

Tell me, what's this yearning

For the truth I know I'm meant to find

Cause in my mind

I can't help feeling that this time it's mine

No one else can do it

Somehow I'll pursue it

I won't go the easy way around

And I won't stop

Until the truth's finally found…

I sighed and stopped playing and got up, walking to the door. As I opened the door I was met with a fist in the face in the nose three times hard. Covering my nose after the assault, I looked to see who it was, and it surprised me. "Athena? Why are you here?"

"Oh Apollo, I was looking for you. You were late for work, that's why I came." She put her hand to her ear, and when she said work, her hand started to play with her earring.

"Can you please say that again?" I asked. Why was she lying?

"I came here because you were late for work." There it was again.

"Gotcha!" I call out, pointed a finger at her. "Everytime you say work, your finger twitches! And…" I felt like I should give up. If people didn't even want to tell me why they came to talk, to me oh well. "Well that's why you're lying."

"Apollo… You're depressed. It's part of the natural part of human grieving. But it's okay! I'm here to help!" She flashed her grin and a peace sign, making me feel a very little bit more happy. But it really did start to make me mad. "Let me do some-"

"Athena, you just lied again…" Did she think I was incapable of knowing Why someone was visiting me? It wounded me deep, and I didn't want to deal with this at the moment. "Please, just leave me alone."

"But Apollo" Shutting the door I locked it because I wouldn't doubt that she would walk in and try to 'support' me. The door started to try and open, making me smile a little, (Ha, proved you wrong) "Come on Apollo, open up!"

Ignoring her, I just started to play the piano again, this time filled with something other than self evaluation. Athena kept trying to open the door.

Insert sad song

Silence filled around the small apartment, a small sniffle was heard from the other side of the door. "Come one Apollo, open up." Thinking about it, the song helped enough for me to let her in. Unlocking it and opening it, tears were rolling freely down her cheeks, something inside of me wanted to console her, wanted her to stop crying. She was too pretty to leave her to cry… (Wait… what?) I was confused about what I just though.

"Welcome to paradise" Sarcasm dripped from the words, and I couldn't help but notice that she had a more casual look on her, orange and white t shirt with white shorts. She looked stunning. (Wait… Wha…? Come on brain, quit it.)

"Looks" She stopped.

"Looks better than I thought!" Widget finished for her.

"H-Hey!" (Killing me now?)

"Sorry Apollo." She stammered, "I just thought you might have just not cared."

"Well…" I didn't really want to say anything. "Want some coffee?"

"Sure." She said. "Half milk please?"

"Sure." Making her coffee real quick, it was a calming moment. "Well… Why did you come?" (Just shoot for it, get it over with)

"Well, I wanted to check on you." There was no notion of a lie. "You're never late."
True. "And I wanted to check on you… As a friend." Wait, the last part, there was a lie.

"Can you repeat the last three words." I feared the worst.

Hesitantly, she said "As… as a friend." The last word, friend.

"Well, you touched your ear when you said friend." She hates me, it pained me very much. "Just… Just go with what you want to say."

"Well… I don't know how to put it into words." She said.

"Just, go and hit me with your worst." She moved in on me without my notice. "I accused you of murder and" It took me about two seconds before I realised that she was kissing me. I was confused, but started to kiss back. I don't know how to kiss, and my cheeks were burning like hell. Breaking apart she was surprised.

"Well… I guess we both feel like it." She said. I could only nod in agreement. "Let's go on a date on wednesday! You're paying" She flashed her goofy grin and left. (But, I don't have money, but I do have something to look forward to now.) Getting up, I started to clean myself up to build up my ego.

Wednesday, that will be a better day than usual.