Thanks to WybiE'z Kidnapper (love your story by the way), I made this fanfic just for you guys! Thanks, kidnapper!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Coraline". I do, however, own Wybie's heart and plan to make it ache for Coraline Jones like never before *evil laugh* :)

Edit: Fixed remaining grammar mistake; sorry if your alert message went off, it's just a re-post. Don't worry, part two is underway! Thank you, Cayln, for the "yardstick" heads up!

The Crash

The sun beamed with immeasurable strength as it shined passed the trees and onto the growing early summer bloomers. They screamed the eye's attention with fireworks of blue, red, purple, and orange that danced across their petals. They marked the start of summer vacation and the end of boring gray old uniforms. Coraline Jones had been counting the seconds off the dingy clock in their dusty homeroom class, barely able to contain her excitement. In the back corner of the sad excuse of a room, sat her partner in crime, Wyborne Lovat. Well, if sleeping the day away while half sliding off the chair counted as just sitting.

Tick…Tick… Tick…Tick

The "second" hand on the clock wasn't moving fast enough. Coraline looked around to see most of her classmates where just as anxious-looking as she was. They fidgeted on their seats and could hardly tear their eyes away from the clock to look at their pudgy, evil, short teacher, Ms. Macbeth.

"Paaayyyy attention!" she screeched out in her horrid vulture voice as she smacked her yardstick against Wybie's desk. Wybie's eyes shot up as he reeled with surprise, causing him to fall fully off his chair and onto the floor. Coraline looked down from the clock and turned her head around to see the scene. She laughed outwardly at the sight of him, dazed on the floor, still trying to access what had happened while rubbing the back of his neck. He looked to her and gave an embarrassed smile and blush.

Ms. Macbeth spun around with a speed that most would think she was too large for. Coraline was quick to twirl back around and continue to stare up at the clock before the evil teacher's beady eyes could look into her soul. Man, she hated her.

When, exactly, would this all end? When would they be free to leave the premises and not have to come back for another 104 days? When would they be able to swim in the lake, camp outside, and not have to worry about the next stupid project or boring essay? Couldn't it just come already? Couldn't the bell just ring?

The seconds tick…tick… tick-ed away and the tension inside the room grew with every passing moment. Kids, even the boys that had been asleep, were now all wide awake and moving restlessly in their chairs. The teacher had paused her waddling up and down the aisles to stand in front of her desk and show the class the appointed books that they were to read over the summer. Everyone groaned, even the nerdy bookworms. It must have been a really boring story. Coraline rolled her eyes and pretended to dramatically shoot herself in the temple. Kathy Barns, who sat beside her, giggled at the action, but earned a strict glare from Ms "Macbreath".

Her nickname had been given to her after the first McDonald's fast food restaurant had been built down in Ashland, Oregon. It was about the only thing she was excited about…ever. Now, everyday, she'd come in with disgusting breath that smelled suspiciously like a big mac. Coraline had thought of the name herself and ever since, it had been used more often then her real name. Coraline was proud. The students had to be careful when to use it, but that didn't been there hadn't been incidents…

The freshman class couldn't take it anymore. Everything the fat women in the front of the classroom was saying was getting droned out by the terribly loud ticking of the overhead clock. Just 30 seconds left…just 20 seconds left…just 10 friggin' seconds left!

9, 8, 7, 6…

Then it came out of nowhere. A red-headed boy, whose desk was stationed right next to the door of freedom, stood up on said desk and started the countdown. His name was Billy and he was the class clown. On top of his head was a bunch of red spiky hair that stood out at all ends, like Wybie's, except for the fact that it was straight and stiff, as if his mom had been trying yet another hair gel on him, and not soft and curly like Wybie's. He screamed out the remaining seconds of the day, just as he had done last year and the year before that. The whole class joined in. Some boys followed suite and stood on their desk as well. Many girls laughed and giggled. Coraline hopped up onto her chair and pumped her fist. Wybie laughed so hard he fell off his chair again.

5, 4, 3, 2…

This was it! It was here!

With a force of cumulative voices, the final "one" was shouted followed by a huge "SCHOOL'S OUT" that could be heard not only in their class, but in literally all the grades old enough to tell time. The school had never been louder that whole year. The final bell wasn't a second too late and cries of rejoice could be heard school-wide. Coraline yelled a sharp "I'm out of here!" before leaping off her chair, snatching Wybie's dark hand, pulling him up from the floor, and sprinting out the door, quickly followed by a stampede of other kids that weren't going to wait a moment longer inside the horrible classroom. Ms. Macbreath tried yelling over the crowd, but no listened. No, they had stopped that a while ago.

Coraline and Wybie were still laughing as they realized that they were leading a whole pack of kids. Fifth grade and up had apparently done the same thing. Coraline glanced backwards to see them. Not looking ahead, she tripped over a stray paper lying in the hall. She could've been trampled, but Wybie had still been gripping her hand and pulled her up and away before any damage was done.

The final doors were coming closer into view and the sight made everyone sprint even faster. Almost there! Almost free!

But then something unexpected happened. Ms. Macbreath had stepped out from a different hallway. Dang, she was fast! There was another stampede from another part of the school that had been coming down that same hallway, the East Wing. They had stopped as to not trample the teacher. Another stampede had also been coming down the opposite hallway, the West Wing, but stopped as well. The only group still sprinting contained the majority of kids, was rumbling down the main hall, and was led by the dynamic duo.

Instead of slowing down at the sight of the pudgy teacher as she yelled and rose her hand in a "stop" gesture, like a crossing guard, Coraline Jones narrowed her eyes, tightened her hold on Wybie's hand and dragged him faster.

"J-Jonesy?" he cried. What was she doing?

The teacher showed no signs of leaving her spot, but when she saw that they weren't going to halt, she gulped. At the last second, she used all her might to jump out of the way, and coincidently landed in a janitor's waist basket. Every one laughed at her while Coraline rammed through the two metal doors and out into the warm sunshine. FREE AT LAST!

Wybie pulled her to the side of the door and the two watched as an endless rushing river of kids busted out after them, their chest rising and falling rapidly. While kids were still filling up the door, the blue-headed wonder girl jumped from the steps and down onto the cool grass. Wybie slid down the metal railing after some of the skater kids had ridden it. He then swung his leg over his hot red motorcycle and placed his newly home-made ghost-themed helmet on his head. He called back to Coraline.

"Need a ride, Jonesy?"

Coraline looked at the very tip of the Pink Palace, which could barely be seen in the far-off distance. Then she scanned the parking lot for her mom or dad who should have been there like the rest of the parents. They weren't. She groaned loudly.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'", he said with a smirk. This hadn't been the first time her parents had been late. Or not shown up at all.

She ran over and stepped up to stand on the back of the bike, her legs between the back wheel. She wrapped her arms around his waist, as she had done plenty of times before when he had given her rides home. His face still got warm at the feeling, but he inwardly shook it off and started to rev the engine a few good times before speeding off down a dirt path just past the playground. Wybie and his vehicle didn't have a license, so they both weren't street legal. But that was ok. He preferred avoiding car traffic and speeding through the beautiful woods instead.

They approached the woods next to their neighborhood, so he slowed down a bit. The area was full of hills, drops, and large tress that, if you weren't careful, were fairly easy to run into. They maneuvered past rocks, trees, and rough terrain as they approached the Pink Palace. The sun had still shining bright and everything seemed to sparkle. The wind combing though Coraline's short hair made her feel even more free and wild. She looked around at all the beauty as Wybie kept his head forward, mostly concentrating on not knocking into anything.

She laughed as she saw two birds follow each other into a tree and scare a squirrel all the way down the trunk. Wybie loved her laugh. The first time he heard her laugh that foggy, dark day was wonderful. His weirdness had made her laugh as she held his camera in her hand. He soon found out that one of his favorite pastimes would be figuring out ways to make her do it again. He went from being curious about her, to scared of her, to her best friend and it didn't really take that long.

When they had arrived at her house, she swung her leg and dismounted off the bike.

"You went too fast" she said while sticking her tongue out.

"I'll take that as a 'thank you'" he responded while chuckling. He smiled at her and she smiled back. The awkward feeling was creeping up again. He wanted to hug her, hold her hand, something! He shook his head. Testosterone was really working against him, wasn't it?

"Well, meet you at the pond tomorrow, Jonesy?" he asked, cracking a wider, innocent smile.

"Duh, Why-were-you-born! That's how we always start a summer vacation", she said as if it were obvious, which it sort of was, because it was true. Every summer, they went down the pond to search for blue jade flowers next to the pond. They were extremely rare but were also very beautiful. Coraline was bent on breeding them back to a healthy existence and she had dragged Wybie along with her.

He tenses as she delivered the familiar shoulder punch. Rubbing his arm, he only chuckled, and then straddled his bike.

"Well, until then, my dear", he said in the best British accent he could muster.

She laughed because he completely failed.

But that was his plan all along, just to hear her laugh. He sped off into the forest after a quick wave and grin to her smiling face. The wheels of the motorcycle had to rely on the shock absorbers as he bounded over hills and ledges. He felt awesome! He felt like a million bucks! He felt like his was flying.

Wait…he was flying!

He crashed before he even had time to scream. Everything went dark the moment he hit the ground.

MAJOR CLIFFHANGER! Don't worry, I'll upload part two and tell you what happens. Story's so long, there's no way I could post it all in one sitting. People would get impatient. So into two parts it is! I'll be posting soon, though. Till' then, guess you'll have to just keep reviewing, huh?

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