Was it truly my fault that I felt no spark anymore? I couldn't even remember the last time I'd felt that spark…I was sure I felt it when I first met Dexter. Despite what I told myself all those years ago, I knew it now. From the minute I saw his messy hair and goofy looking face, it was pretty much love. Maybe that was why I kept running into him over and over again…or maybe he was just too damned persistent. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was that the spark was gone.

Maybe it happened a year ago when the band split up. I wasn't really sure…did it really matter? All that mattered was that as I sat there waiting for Dexter to pick me up so I could spend my Summer Vacation with him, I wasn't really looking forward to it…hanging out in a house with just him and John Miller? And even better, the two other members of the band might be joining us? Great, just great. Ted and Lucas hadn't seen John Miller and Dexter in half a year…and there was a good reason for it, too. I had been there to see it all.

-x-

It was a memorable day. We where back at home with my family, it was the night before Thanksgiving, and I was upstairs with Dexter when I heard shouting. There where three voices, two loud ones and one trying to calm the loud ones down…and pretty much failing, as I heard it.

"Should we go check on them?" I mumbled, my face in Dexter's mess of hair. He really needed to cut it. I'd offered to do it several times whenever he came to visit, but all I ever got was a flat out no. "I think they're going to wake up my mom." I added.

The Truth Squad was sleeping in my backyard in their touring van…my mom had offered them to stay in the house with us, but of course got a flat out no. The Bus was their mobile home, they said, sleeping anywhere else would just seem wrong. But it was just dawning on me that maybe that hadn't been such a good idea…then again, my mother would have woken up even quicker had the boys been arguing in her precious sitting room, or something.

Dexter shook his head, getting hair into my mouth, which I quickly spat out. As much as I loved Dexter, his personal hygein habits often scared me…especially as he'd been on the road before we met up at my house for thanksgiving break.

"Yep." I said, sitting up and reaching for a shirt to put on. "As much as you might want to sit here and pretend not to hear it, I can't." Standing up I then pulled on a pair of cut off shorts, threw my hair in a quick, messy, blonde pony tail and ran downstairs, hearing Dexter's clumsy foot steps behind me, despite the fact that he was only wearing his Boxers and it was Late Autumn. But I wasn't about to lecture him on it, not as the voices rose and I heard my mom mumble something.

"Remy, what's going on?" She yelled, and I flinched. She could have a loud voice when she wanted to. "Do I need to come down?"

"No, mom. I've got it." I replied, not quite as loud as her, as Dexter grabbed my hand and I felt the tingles I should have been used to by this point in time.

When I went outside I knew I probably should have asked for my moms help…because there in my backyard was John Miller, Ted, and Lucas. Ted and Lucas staring daggers at each other, and John Miller with his hands out looking distressed. "Help?" He yelped, looking so hopeless standing there in a pair of pajamas with his red hair a mess.

-x-

And when I turned to look at Dexter…I still felt the spark that I wasn't feeling as I heard a knock on the door of my small apartment I was sharing with my friend I met at College, Shelly. I flinched a bit, then stood up, walking over to the door, where I heard happy whistling. Why was I doing this to myself? The whole Summer was going to be horrible…full of me either pretending to still be in love with the guy I could clearly remember loving once, or telling him I just wanted to be friends. Neither one sounded too good to me, really.

Especially as I opened the door and saw him smiling face. And I knew that he still felt the sparks that had disappeared almost completely for me. "Remy!" He shouted, and the next thing I knew his skinny arms where around me. I could barely breath, despite how he was most certainly not the most muscular man on earth, with his tall height and his scrawny body.

"Dexter!" I replied, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he leaned in for a kiss.

While the kiss was supposed to be romantic, after not seeing him for a month. We could have been eating each other's faces off…and yet it only lasted a few seconds. Because right as I was thinking maybe I could force the spark back, there was a pair of feet heading towards my apartment. I pulled away and there, surely enough, was John Miller in all his red haired glory…and yet there was something distinctly different about him. It was almost sad.

"Remy." He said, and I knew it. John Miller was heart broken…even more so than when he and Scarlett hadn't worked out. And suddenly I felt a kind of affection for him…a sisterly one, I told myself. But I wasn't really so sure.

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