So this is the result of my latenight inspiration moments where I just HAVE to write, even if its going on midnight. I was experimenting a new way of writing, so let me know what you think please! I need the feedback!

A/N - I do not own Liberty's Kids and NEVER will :)

The rain poured heavily from the sky, smashing against the windows of James' bedroom with loud pinging sounds. He tossed, turned and mummbled in his sleep, completely unaware of the storm. Then a bright flash of lightning appeared in the sky, followed closely by its companion, a loud crack of thunder of equal force.

James shot up in bed when the noise reached his ears. His forehead was coated with sweat caused by the adrenaline rush to his brain. He breathed deeply numerous times before finally relaxing from the shock.

He had been having bad dreams again; Dreams about a lightning storm, his friend Sarah being trapped in the print shop by flames, knowing that there was nothing he could do to save her. Telling his subconsious it was only a dream did little to calm his racing mind. He hated to think about bad things happening to those around him, particulary Sarah.

No matter how hard he tried, James couldn't pinpoint why his thoughts about her made his heart race, his hands swear, and his stomach flipflop into knots. He'd known Sarah for a long time now, and he had always been a little... uneasy around her. It made him crazy that she did this to him, with no explanation to boot.

James reached for the sketch he had drawn, which lay on his nightstand. The sketch was a beautiful portrait of Sarah, which he drew without her knowing. She was writing a letter to her mother, something she did everyday without fail.

James had never tried drawing before, but thought he'd give it a try. He concluded that if he could sketch half as good as he could write articles he would be pretty good. His first drawing was nice, and he was pleased with it, but it was no match for the real Sarah.

Why was she on his mind so much lately? Why did she give him these feelings? James tried the only thing he thought would help answer these questions: State the facts.

Fact number 1: She made him feel different than any girl he had known before. She gave him feelings he didn't understand. Part of him hated the feelings, while another part couldn't live without them. It was like the rainstorm outside: The weather brought you down, but it made the crops in the fields grow.

Fact number 2: He had fantasies about her all the time. That one was the hardest to deal with. Many a time James had been daydreaming about her while printing and nearly cut off his finger from his absentmindedness.

Fact number 3: He went out of his way to get her to notice him. James was often saying or doing something to make Sarah talk back to him. Most of the time it was a varing opinion, which was the reason for the constant arguments. He hated how she often outsmarted him with her wit, but at least she talked to him.

James had written the three facts on a page of his notebook, and was now reading them over, trying to find an answer. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, for it was still the middle of the night. He read the first, the second, then the third, and then read them all again.

In a flash, James realized the answer to his questions: he was head over heals in love with Sarah. It was the only thing that made sense, and at the same time it didn't. The two of them constantly faught and argued over everything and anything. "How can I love her when I argue with her?" He said aloud to no one. He answered himself, saying that he was just too stupid to realize that he loved her and didn't know how to act around her. James could feel his face heating up from thinking about it.

For a brief moment, he woundered what it would be like if she loved him too. The thought made him smile, and his stomach knotted up again. He was as sure as ever that he really was in love with her. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to make her see that he loved her. But how to do that?

James laid his head on his pillow, deciding to wait until morning. In no time at all he was fast asleep, and unable to hear the sounds of the rainfall. As he started dreaming about the girl he love, his heartbeat slowed, and his face revealed a contented smile.