Preface

Nick Duval was just sixteen when he witnessed a miracle, or the be exact, the miracle that is Jeffery Riker Sterling. Also aged 16, at least in appearance and his current state, he stood tall with heavenly hazel eyes and platinum blonde hair. Time, literally, was frozen with splatters of slushee held, suspended and morphed by the resistance they encountered as they flew to various destinations. Nick, because of Jeff, thankfully remained unharmed and untouched by the slushee. As, also thankfully was the person responsable for the blonde's very existence, whom he was currently hugging, reassuring that her older brother Nick was and would be OK-

"OK, stop."

"What now Jeff?"

"Why are you starting here? This isn't even the start of the story!"

"Because it's my story and I can tell it how I like Jeff, through my imagination, remember that thing that made you?"

"Bu-"

"Sorry J, I have to agree with her on this one."

"But Nicky you're my boyfriend, not hers, you're meant to support me!"

"Yeah but she is my little sister and it's her story let her tell it how she wants to."

"Fine" *sulking*

"OK, where was I..."

But this story doesn't start here, "happy Jeff?"

"Very." *Smiling Triumphantly.*

It began about two months earlier...