ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THE FOLLOWING FANFICTION-

EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE- ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.

ALL CANON CHARACTERS ARE WRITTEN...POORLY.

THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SHITTY OCS, GRAMMAR, JOKES, AND PAIRINGS,

AND DUE TO IT'S CONTENT, SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE..

Ace's POV

Chapter One:

Headlights

Cereal can be just as easily ruined as an appetite, and thanks to the tall man that was carefully exiting my mother's bedroom and the fly that had made it's way into my cereal, I was able to learn about this quicker than I would have preferred. Quietly and careful not to make a sound, the lanky man eased the door shut and without even glancing at me, he began to make his way down the narrow hallway. With every trip over his undone pants that barely clung onto his slender hips with an unbuckled, black leather belt, I watched him. And with every step, he tried his hardest not to fall to the ground. I giggled silently, watching him attempt, and fail, to walk without sound.

I made the tiniest sound and almost immediately, he noticed me. I gave a slight wave, and he waved with the hand that carried the shirt that was vacant from torso. It took him a minute to realize exactly who I probably was, and when it clicked in his mind, he immediately paused and mumbled something under his breath. He was a deer in headlights as our eyes met, his narrowed, amber irises glued to the wide, forest green that I called my own. I barely smirked before lifting up my fly infested bowl and gesturing it outwards to him, "Want some?" Secretly, I hoped he would say yes and eat the fly. I was a rather mature seventeen year old, obviously.

The man whose probably seen my mom naked forced a small smile and shook his head, denying me of my offerings. "I'm fine, thanks, " he looked around as the words left his mouth, awkwardly shifting from one foot to another. It was obvious that he was desperate to leave and I couldn't say that I blamed him, we and our house were nothing special. The poor excuse we called a shelter was small, with one floor, one hallway, one bathroom, and absolutely no heating. With a shrug, I got up and dumped the remainder of my breakfast into the sink. While failing to get the image of my mother having odd old people sex right across the room from my own, I remembered how I had heard weird noises the night before, but I thought she was just watching wrestling. For some reason, I just realized that neither do we have cable, nor does she even like wrestling. After all these years of having to hear what I once assumed was wrestling go on, there was not a more obvious reason for why I was a heavy sleeper. Now, let me be the first to say that I was damn glad for that trait.

"Go on home now, little deer," I said as I lazily dropped my bowl into the sink and looked back over at him, my hand wresting on the soft fabric of my one, and only, hoodie. It wasn't even mine to begin with, It was my brother's. He gave it to me back in ninth grade because my jacket was getting too small for me. He had a job so he got a new one for himself, and I really liked his, so he just gave it to me. It was twice my size though, because he got my mom's height and I got my dad's. My mom was five foot nine and my dad's only five foot six, which led me to being five foot three for some odd reason, my younger sister being an astounding five foot ten and my older brother was six foot two, but I haven't seen him since college started back up for him. He had gotten a scholarship for baseball three years ago, and otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to go.

"What?" The man asked, one of his bushy eyebrows raised with the curiosity in his low, confused voice. I didn't know what was so hard to comprehend about what I had just said; I told him to go home, because isn't that what he wanted to do anyway? Now that he knows my mom has kids, and that he just had sex with some random older woman when he was drunk, wouldn't that be what he was thinking? Doesn't he want to go home? I kinda hoped he was just confused about me calling him a deer part, because everything else should be as clearer than crystal.

"Just go the hell home, dude. You have no interest in my mother or my family and you're just like everyone else. Oh, and before you leave, do me a solid and put on a shirt before you leave the house, the neighbors already spread around enough shit about us without your help," I frowned as he went to speak, but found nothing to say and walked out the front door. "Dumbass," I mumbled, watching the door slam behind him. I might've been a little harsh, but this happened at least twice a week, and I was sick of waking up to random men in my house. The slamming of the front door did nothing but result in the opening of my mother's as she stepped out from her room with dirty blonde hair strewn about on her head and covering her chocolate colored eyes that acted as hands for the dark bags underneath her eyes. My mother always frowned, her full lips stretched into a sad smile, and it only deepened when she realized that I was the only one there.

"Did Scott leave?" She asked, glancing over the room once again to make sure that he wasn't standing there, completely under her radar. I didn't say anything for a moment, staring down at the sink. She sighed and tightened her ratty robe and walked over to the kitchen. Sometimes, I was glad that I looked more like my father than my mother. Then again, it's been years since I've seen my mother make an actual attempt at taking care of herself. "Is he taking a shit or something?"

"Actually, you just missed him," my voice was apparently louder than my original intent by the way my mother cringed and pressed her hand against her temple. I couldn't help but think that it was from the massive hangover she always seemed to wake up with. I rolled my eyes and pushed up the sleeves of my hoodie, because the sleeves tended to hang off of my hands whenever they weren't, and scoured the room for my backpack. Tucker should be here any second to pick me up, and he'd probably get pissed if I already made him late so early in our senior year. "Y'know mom," I said as I began to make my way over to the old couch, "You should probably stop drinking ."

"And you should get a damn job other than telling me how to live my life," she placed a mug underneath the coffee brewer, the corner of her lip twitching slightly. The smell of coffee grounds escaped the brewer and wafted in the air among us. Coffee and alcohol seemed to be what my mother was made out of, not water.

"And you should stop inviting random strangers over to embrace your little pity party while you have your children in their rooms across from you," I glanced over my shoulder at the tall figure that was hunched over the coffee brewer before returning my sight to the couch. With great distress, all I saw was the worn and torn black fabric that covered our couch, and I couldn't help but try to remember if it had always been black. I really had no idea what it could have been at this point, my memory really was terrible. Despite this, I did remember when she started acting like this. Ever since my dad cheated on her, she had stopped going to therapy and anger management classes. She was too proud for bankruptcy, and too weak to make it through on her own. The result was moving into a small house in South Park and still barely managing to be able to scrape by. As much as I didn't get along with my younger sister, I didn't want her to have to finish growing up dealing with this after I graduated, because she, and no one else, deserved this. I might though, even if it was only a little.

Mother dearest glanced back at me with a scowl laced onto her face and her eyes slightly narrowed in disapproval. "Don't you have school or something to go drop out of?" She snapped, and I rolled my eyes in response. Managing to catch a glimpse of my bag, which was hidden behind a single chair, and I regret not realizing it before, I smiled in triumph to myself. I tried to ignore her comment as I flipped my hood over my head and slung my bag over my shoulder, knowing that Tucker should have arrived already. Honestly, my mother wasn't the type of person to believe in their kid, even more so the one she claims ruined her marriage. She doesn't even believe in herself, so it was hard for her to think that anything she created could ever be more than a lustful, abusive, lonely drunk. After so many years of living like this, I was used to it. Besides, right now wasn't even bad compared to the nights she didn't have a random man in our house.

"Yeah, I do, actually," I sighed and rested my hand on the dented, golden doorknob, turning it, but not pulling it open, and spoke, "have a nice day, mom."

"Whatever, Ace, Just go fail another test already," she scoffed, sipping her freshly brewed coffee, with cracked, full lips pressed to the rim of the mug. I nodded slightly as a lump began to form in my throat before throwing the door open and slamming it shut.

The ten minutes that I waited for Craig Tucker were spent forcing myself not to cry, adjusting my worn out book bag and thinking of all the things I could have said that didn't involve me slamming the door and walking out of the house. Gently easing to a stop, his car rolled up to the side of my house. A boy, blonde with blue eyes, rolled down the passenger seat window and grinned a grin that only Kenny McCormick could manage, "Come on, you're gonna make us late," He called out to me and threw his used cigarette to burn out in the snow. Rolling my eyes, and trying to hold back a smirk, I walked up to the car and swung the backseat's door open. After sliding in, I shut the door after me and Craig began to drive.

His navy blue eyes had been narrowed with a furrowed brow as he drove, his concentration not wavering from the path ahead of him. Quickly, he broke that streak and glanced into the rearview mirror at me. He grimaced, his expression becoming blank before he turned back to the road, "Put your seatbelt on," he said, his tone stern. I complied immediately out of impulse, and then grinned at Craig like I never did anything wrong.

"It's been on the whole time, Tuck," I nodded in agreement with myself as if I was the smartest thing in Colorado. I could tell you I was, but if you asked anyone else, they would probably say the opposite. I don't know what everyone has against me, but, I think I'm pretty damn awesome. Craig rolled his eyes, trying to ignore my presence so that he could concentrate. He mumbled a few words, and nothing more to me. It might have been a bad morning for him too, I guess.

After a few silent minutes, Kenny's pale hand shot up to the radio to change the station, neither of them had ever agreed on what song to listen to, knowing that they had slightly different tastes in music. It was Craig's rule, however, that if he's driving, he picks the music. No one else ever drives because he won't let anyone else drive his car, and because neither Kenny nor I could afford a car yet, we were stuck riding everywhere with him. I'm starting to believe that the job that Craig would be the best at is a chauffeur. I mean, he already practically is one. He complains all of the time that he has to take us from place to place, but other than that, he doesn't seem to actually mind it. I think he just really likes complaining like an old jewish grandmother, or better yet, Kyle's mom.

Craig's hand smacked Kenny's just as his hand placed instead on the dial, resulting the channel to change to some Spanish station. I took two years of Spanish and I still have no idea what they were saying, nor did I really wish that I knew what they were saying. If I cared that much, I could have figured out the name of the song and asked that hefty, conniving kid that despite being racist, was fluent in Spanish. It's the little things that truly amazed me.

Their eyes briefly met, blue to blue. Kenny had smirked and kept his hand on the dial, switching it again to what he wanted to listen to, or really, what he knew what annoy Craig the most. The driver shoved his shoulder and switched it back to normal, giving the passenger a sideways glare. All he could really do was wink at him, prepared to make some kind of comment about the push, but Craig was already grimacing as it was, so Kenny left him alone.

We had to ride in silence after that, due to every time Kenny went to talk, Craig would just turn up the music even more. It really amazed me that he was able to annoy Tucker so much. There weren't too many people who could get under his skin too much, and if you were able to once, you probably would be able to again.

Upon arrival to the high school, he pulled into his parking spot, put the car in park, and took the keys out of ignition, and slid them into his pocket. The bell rang as soon as the metal made contact with the jean of his pants, signifying that we were late. Craig ran a hand through his dark, straight locks and took a deep breath. Knowing how often we all got detention, he was probably trying not to get pissed at either Kenny or I for making him late. In the end, I doubt it was anyone but Kenny's fault. He always over slept, and I really wished I could do that, but I would probably never wake up if I did. Sadly, I was cursed with trying to stay awake in my classes for the whole damned day. There's a very heavy emphasis on trying, by the way.

It didn't bother Kenny at all that we were so late, and all he could really do was shrug when the bell pierced our hearing. "Sounds like we'll be fashionably late. Just like last year, right, you guys?" He grinned and flicked his fluffy, wavy hair out of his crystal colored eyes before grinning back at me.

"If I have a repeat of last year I'm going to commit," I sighed and unbuckled my seatbelt, wishing that my final year of high school could just be over and done with already. Almost automatically, before I even thought to get out of the car, I adjusted the headband that sat in my dark brown curls. It served no real purpose, but it was like a security blanket.

"Let's hope it's not a repeat of last year, then," Craig mumbled to himself, to the point where I could barely hear it. I wasn't sure why he always mumbled, but he had something to say about everything, and there's a good chance it was all negative. 'How's the weather, Craig?' 'Oh, it's hell. It's always hell here.' Rolling my eyes at the thought, I opened the car door, hopped out, and slammed it shut again.

Upon exiting the shaded interior of Tucker's car, I squinted at the blinding, natural light. Instinctively, I began to walk away from the car and towards the road, in an attempt to maneuver around the vehicle. My ears filled with the sound of a speeding car and my eyes stared upwards at the blue sky, wondering why it wasn't as blue as it used to seem, and when it got so dull. I remembered being a kid and always wishing my eyes were the same blue as the sky, or if I'd ever be that pretty. When I was a kid, I always wanted to grow up, too. Back then, I didn't appreciate how great it was to be living with my mother and my father, and for them to be happy. I think that's really what my family lost through everything we've been through. We've forgotten how to be happy.

I stopped a few inches away from the car, still squinting and staring upwards, waiting for Kenny and Craig to hurry up so that we could make our grand entrance into the school. Of course, we were oh so fashionably late. I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me, absently just staring at the sky, reminiscing. It took me a minute to come to the sound of the speeding motor growing louder, and I finally broke my attention away from the sky to see where the car was. With just my luck, the car was behind me, the girl in the drivers seat was yelling about some nonsense with music loud enough to hear from where I was standing. My head tilted to the side, frozen, not thinking about the fact that I was in it's way, and I became just another deer in headlights. Time slowed down for me, and I felt the car getting closer and a hand grip my pale arm, pulling me into fabric and human contact. The car sped by me and swung into a parking space across from ours, and I turned to face who I was being hugged against. Craig was who was looking down at me with panic flashing across his eyes, not even realizing that his hand was still wrapped around my arm. "Be careful, dammit," he huffed, his hand unmoving, and his eyes trained on me.

"I wasn't doing anything, though! I was only standing," I argued, narrowing my eyes up at him, my cheeks heating up at his unmoving touch. Why hadn't he already moved his hand? My eyes flashed down to it, and his followed, he blushed for a moment and quickly removed his hand.

"Sorry," He mumbled, cooly running his hand through his hair. I remember how when we first met he always wore this ratty, old blue chullo. He stopped when it got really hot that summer, and I guess he just forgot to wear it again after that. I think that's the summer that I remember the most, it was the best one I've ever had. Well, y'know, besides the whole Kenny getting really sick thing.

Before I could reply to Craig, a car door slammed shut, interrupting my train of thought. I glanced over at where it came from, and a boy of five foot ten with tan skin was next to the car that almost ran me over. A girl, who was five foot seven and equally as tan, exited the other side of the vehicle nonchalantly, her expression blank. The boy was almost seething, clenching and unclenching his fists. I didn't recognize him, really, but he was familiar in some sense, like I knew him from somewhere. The girl, on the other hand, I recognized right away as Aussie Jackson, who coincidentally, wasn't a big fan of me for reasons I didn't know. I was really curious as to why, but there was no way in hell that I was going to go up to her and ask. "You could have fucking killed her, and you still don't give a damn?" The boy said, his voice was similar too, only slightly deeper.

"I didn't say that I didn't care, I said that she should have moved quicker. We could have scratched the car and I sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to tell mom," She spoke cooly and then raised an eyebrow as she gently shut the car door. I could only guess that they were siblings by the way she talked to him, but I had no idea that she had a sibling. They did look a lot alike, but there was no way he was a freshman and if he was a junior or a sophomore I would have at least seen him by now. Maybe he was just really under my radar for some reason. But then again, I've never been known to be observant, and I felt like I knew him from somewhere.

"Holy shit, Aussie," he ran a hand through his pushed up, pale blonde hair, and tugged it slightly, "I hope Ace is okay." With a sigh, he glanced over towards us, initially unaware of the fact that I had been watching them. His eyes widened almost immediately, a fain blush crossing his cheeks as his London blue eyes met mine. After a few seconds he quickly glanced down and rubbed the back of his neck. The boy mumbled something before slinging his bag over his shoulder, shoving his free hand into his pocket, and walking towards the school. Aussie, after giving a short, abrupt laugh, walked after him.

"I bet she doesn't even remember your name, you dork," she yelled and then proceeded to walk after him. Her brother slung his middle finger into the air in defiance, his stature becoming a bit more tense than before. Quizzically, I stared, wondering what the hell they were talking about. I glanced at Craig, who looked both annoyed and irritated by something I had no idea about, before he too, walked towards the school.

"C'mon, Ace, lets go," Kenny said, hitting the back of my head, and caused me to stumble forward slightly. I narrowed my eyes at him, he smirked back at me, and together we walked after Tucker.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the shittastic first chapter of whatever the hell this is! If you want to contact me directly, you can either find me on twitter ( aonoerection) or over PM. I will consider accepting OCs if you'd want me to use yours- But I can't promise anything!;; Please leave a review, it really means a lot to authors. Your feedback is everything, good or bad!

Cover is temporary as of right now, and was drawn by a really good friend of mine; raining-candy on deviantART!

-Bree