An: I'll admit that throughout the story, I changed some events... mostly because I was too lazy to go back to the ep to check.

"Maybe I'm like spider-man and I can climb and do spidery shit," Nathan went on as the group headed down to clean up trash.

"That makes no since that you'd be like spider-man," Curtis told him.

"This whole power thing doesn't even have logic to it. How is it that you can turn back time? How is it that-," Nathan poked Simon on the head with the litter picker, "This guy can turn invisible?"

"Nate, I'm having you sleep on the concrete floor again," I threatened if he continued. Simon glanced at me, then looked away.

"We still don't exactly know your powers, shorty," Nathan reminded, walking backwards to face me. "Or maybe it's because you've turned into a ninja or something like in that anime you liked watching with that blond kid with spiky hair and an orange jumpsuit… hey, like us! Maybe you're him!"

"But Mulan sort of seen us using some of our powers. Kelly said she could heal, too. Maybe it's kind of like an immunity thing," Curtis commented.

"It could be. I remember when the lightning broke my glasses, my vision was fine without it. There was this burning feeling running through my veins," I said, trying to make sense of my own powers.

"Are you sure that wasn't an orgasm," Nathan teased. I smacked him.

"Wait a minute, if you can heal, why couldn't you at least heal Gary?" Alisha stepped in, looking at me accusingly.

"I was the one that helped carry Gary out, remember? I don't know how my powers work, but I think the gory gashes would have closed up by the time we reached the bridge. Maybe it's just healing, not bringing people back to life."

"Then you're useless," Alisha mocked, "because everything would have gone back to normal if they were alive."

Before I could retaliate, Simon grabbed my arm and led me downstairs. Once down, he yanked his hand away from me, stabbing pieces of trash on the ground. I narrowed my eyes at his odd behavior.

"Something wrong, Simon?" I asked cautiously.

"Nothing!" He snapped.

"I thought we were friends. We can talk to each other, right?" I said, picking at a broken plastic bottle.

"No, I don't want to be your friend," Nathan said coldly, walking swiftly away just as the others caught up to him.

They noticed nothing. For the last few minutes, we worked around the area until we reached the gate. Curtis picked at something strange, his inspection led his eyes to the naked body on the ground.

"Oi, what's that over there?" He pointed.

"Is that a naked man?" Alisha laughed. She walked forward and poked him with the stick. "Oi," she told him, "you know you're naked right?"

The man turned to lay on his back. The group cringed at the naked sight. I quickly looked at the ceiling, never seeing one so up close excluding the triple x movies that I found on Nathan's old computer. Simon took a picture of the view before the man got up and ran.

"Oi, shorty, didn't you see his face?" Nathan exclaimed, running towards the gate where the man escaped.

"Um… I didn't see anything at all," I said, finally look straight ahead.

"I don't care about your virgin eyes. That guy is my mam's – he lives with my mam," Nathan said furiously.

"Well, your step-dad has a monster cock," Alisha said with a smirk.

"He's not my step-dad!" Nathan shouted.

"What was he doing here naked?" I wondered.

"Maybe he's a pervert," Alisha said.

"Or a rapist. Got loads around 'ere," Kelly added.

"Or he's a werewolf," Simon said. Everyone looked at him except me. "Usually in the movies, the werewolf turns up naked somewhere after killing something, like the zoo."

"Twat!" Nathan said, pointing the stick at Simon. "He's not a werewolf. This guy is such a pussy, he has to get my mam to open jars for him. I'm pretty sure a werewolf could open a jar of peanut butter for himself."

"He's a bit like a dog, though," I commented, "his behavior is quite odd."

"That's why you have to help me. Remember all those years you stood beside me? We were like Bonnie and Clyde, Romeo and Juliet. We would wreck my mother's boyfriends and drive them out of the house. All that time you stayed over my house since your parents died, so you know my struggle here, right?" Nathan pleaded.

I held out a finger. "That made no sense. First of all, those couples were in a destructive romantic relationship where they ended up dying together. Second of all, I don't remember helping you to drive them out willingly."

"But you drove me around, right?" Nathan asked, confused.

"I'm two years younger than you. How was I old enough to drive at that time? You were driving every time you stole their car and I escaped before you drove me to my death."

"Oh," Nathan said, suddenly remembering those memories.

After dumping our trash and changing into fresh clothes, we were to meet up at the hall where they held an even for the senior citizens. The community expected us to help the elderly and dance with them. The temporary probation officer insisted that at least the girls wear something nice. Alisha wore a short dress while Kelly got something more comfortable. After Nathan dug through our clothes, he found a blue blouse and a short chiffon skirt. He had tricked me when I went for a shower after trash duty, stealing my clothes and leaving the nice ones behind. Now, I stood between the two tallest guys in the group, Nathan and Curtis, with my arms crossed in distaste.

"Move!" The woman pleaded.

We moved reluctantly towards the crowd. The dance reminded me about the night when Nathan and I parked outside the bowling alley. A club was several feet away with only a faint vibration from the booming music could be felt on the ground. Nathan was trying to make me feel better by taking me bowling like we used to after school. He had a habit of licking the ball before swinging it straight into the gutter. It was nice, though, having my Irish brother trying hard to make me laugh. He would grab my hand and twirl me happily when he would miraculously hit one pin. After my turn, I spotted one of the doctors that "treated" Kylie. And by treated, I mean, examining her and thought of no solution. He was with a girlfriend or wife, four aisles away, doing a small dance after getting cold turkey. Then the doctor got a call, an urgent one, I noted. He left his partner and jogged out into the parking garage. I told Nathan that I was going to be out for a bit. He nodded, heading towards the snack area. As he passed, I slipped my hand into his pocket and stole his car keys. Following the doctor into the garage and out into the streets in Nathan's car, anger began to return. The drive led us to his pharmacy, which was growing quite popular these days. A single father waited outside with his sickly child, explaining that he couldn't afford to go to the hospital. The doctor led him inside with a smile. I waited until the doctor left to make my move. After he locked up the place and drove off, a grabbed a brick and smashed the locks. This all lead to here. Stuck in a community centre to do 200 hours service with a bunch of misfits.

I busied myself by passing out tea and refilling cups. Simon and Curtis was dancing with the elderly while Nathan tried to chat up a blond volunteer. Alisha avoided any skin touching with everyone. Sally urged her to, anyways, introducing her to one of the elderly men who wanted a dance. It was a mistake as the man grabbed Alisha's bare arm and fell into her lustful power. She went off in frustration. For once, I pitied Alisha. She couldn't touch anyone without them lusting after her. It was a wonder why it didn't have the same effect on me.

Once my tray of tea was empty, someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw Simon shifting at the spot, his jaw clenching. Don't know why I always notice that facial motion so much. "Do you want to dance?" he asked.

I set down the tray on a table and turned back to him. "Why? I thought we weren't friends anymore," I told him. It was supposed to be mocking playfully, but my tone was too harsh. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it. He didn't talk to me for the whole night.

Sometimes, I get a sense that Nathan sneaks out to visit his house. It wasn't to demand to be let in, but to check on his mother. With the discovery of her boyfriend sleeping naked outside, it made him more protective of her. This night, however, he stayed in. As I came out of the bathroom, he told me he heard a noise inside and was going to check it out. I waited a while, hearing voices. First was Nathan, then the second one I remembered as Ruth, the pretty blonde from the dance. I shook my head and walked away.

We had to clean up the hall the morning after the dance. Alisha and Curtis were undressing each other with their eyes and Kelly and Nathan were arguing about a gun. Simon stood back and recorded everything.

"I can still count on you, can't I, shorty? My sister from another mister," Nathan said, walking up to me and ruffled my hair.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"He wants'ta get rid of the naked guy from yesterday," Kelly answered.

"Just look." Nathan insisted, shoving a phone in my face.

"What am I looking at?"

"Anus, ball sac, cock," Nathan pointed out.

I blinked rapidly. "Um… this is stranger than the time you showed me those gay magazines you found in your classmate's locker."

"How? Can't you see it?"

"Well, it's from a low angle… how'd you manage to do that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"He attacked me! Look, is no one going to go with me? All this bonding over a tragic incident bullshit is nothing?" Nathan demanded.

"I'll go. If you want someone to go with you…," Simon said. I cringed at his serious face, knowing that Nathan would only shoot him down.

"I'm not being funny, but me and you buddying up? Kicking ass? I'm just not feeling it but here," Nathan touched his heart, "lovely thoughts, future brother-in-law, cheers." He winked and patted his shoulder.

"Nate," I started, eyeing him. I noted how Simon's jaw clenched again.

"What?" Nathan asked, like a child that didn't know what he did wrong.

A while later, I followed the girls into the locker room to get changed. I always hid behind the other lockers, still not confident in my body. Kelly and Alisha stripped casually, chatting about Kelly's ex-fiance. I saw a shadow pass me, seeing the outline Simon walking towards them. I guessed that he was invisible now, seeing how he approached them in close proximity, as they were half-naked. My throat constricting as I watched Simon get closer to Alisha until they got fully dressed and walked out. I felt so confused after watching Simon display something like that towards Alisha more than once. A noise came out of my mouth unexpectedly. I covered my mouth as Simon turned the corner and saw me half naked.

"Were you there the whole time?" He asked nervously, his eyes traveling down. I nodded. "You won't tell anyone, right?" His body turned visible again.

"I might," I replied tightly, feeling a bit upset. I crossed my arms. "Why were you invisible?" His jaw clenched. My hand shot out to touch it. "Was it Nate? Because he shot you down? Don't take it too personally, he does it to everyone."

He removed my hand. "But he loves you, doesn't he?" He bit out.

My eyes widened as he showed an aggressive side to me again. "Of course he does, I'm practically his sister," I replied.

"But you sleep with each other? You told him that you'll let him sleep on the floor," he continued on with his implications, grabbing my arm.

"We grew up together, so it's normal for us to sleep next to each other. You're not even my boyfriend, so whether or not we have sex is none of your business," I told him bluntly, "And unlike Alisha, who I know you like, I'm a virgin."

"How do you know I like her?" Simon said shakily.

"You watched her undress," I said, "You stood close to her as she was half-naked. The sad thing is that you shouldn't be going after those types of girls when none of them would even give a damn if you were gone. So unless you figure out the people who does, don't even talk to me anymore." It was childish, but I would like to get dressed in peace. He left, and I was alone.

I crossed my arms, watching as Nathan climbed through the window of his own house. I told him that I'd wait outside and keep watch for him. It hasn't been 20 minutes when his mother drove up to the house. I hid behind the bins and texted Nathan quickly. I could hear him yelling from inside and if his mother walks in… that's just a bit not good. Nathan's mom walked in, sounded more than just upset. He tried to convince her that he was telling the truth, but she wouldn't have it. Nathan stormed out, a red mark on his face.

"Nathan," I breathed out. I ran up to him, grabbing his shoulder. He jerked away.

"Yeah, it's great and all that you'd stand up for the chav and weird kid, but when your best friend needs help, you just stand and hide!" Nathan snapped.

"I told you that your mother was coming!" I shouted back.

"And did good, didn't it?" Nathan raised his arms in frustration. "You know what, go back to your little virgin boy and get shagged 'cause I don't think that this is working out. No more Bonnie and Clyde."

I grounded my teeth. "That's because you never listen to anyone! How many times I've warned you about so many things? I don't want you to get hurt, Nate."

Nathan made a sarcastic face. "Thanks a lot, prude." Again, he never listens to her.

Another senior event was held at the centre, only this time, the group was more opened and danced with the elders. Kelly did the robot with one in a wheelchair while Simon did some weird arm movements with an old woman. Nathan sulked at an empty table, growing more and more upset as the song, "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, played. Curtis and Alisha had their own dance partners, but kept exchanging looks.

I watched as an old woman with a walker approached Nathan with a smile. A flash of confusion and hurt flashed across his face until he upped and left, leaving her standing there. I walked up to the old woman and pulled a chair out for her. I sat down next to her and offered her tea.

"Ruth?" I asked, stirring the tea before handing it to the woman.

Her crinkly eyes widened. "How did you know?"

"Just don't take it the wrong way, okay? Nate and I has had a difficult upraising that leads us to have this type of trust issue. Once we trust someone, we let our walls down no matter how much we hate it. If that person we trust lies… we don't take it well. There's no point in holding these bittersweet feelings," I said.

Ruth smiled. "Your boyfriend must be lucky," she said.

I shook my head and laughed. "Um, no. My last ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best mate years ago. I asked Nathan never to mention it. So… I'm staying away from those types now."

"Ah, but Nathan has also told me about you and another boy in your community service group. 'Weird kid', he called him. What about him?" Ruth suggested.

I shook my head again. "I think he likes someone else. The person who is the female version of what my ex was."

"Maybe you should try a little sex appeal to spice things up," Ruth said with a shrug. "I would know, I've had years of experience." I had to laugh at that. "I'm serious though," she went on, "That kind of shy boy has to be approached. Show him what you feel."

"And what do I feel?" I humored her.

"You keep looking at him since the start, so I'd say you've moved on and fallen again," Ruth explained her deduction.

"I am not in love with Simon Bellamy!" I forced out a laugh. Too loudly, it seems. Loud enough to be heard over the music and causing eyes to land on me, including Simon. I cleared my throat, excusing myself, and left a smirking Ruth to find Nathan.

He was smoking under the bridge, sitting on the sand. He turned his head when he saw my approaching figure. I sat next to him and laid my head on his arm, like we used to when we were little. He didn't shrug me off and had let me be.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've embarrassed myself in front of everyone earlier today," I said.

"Did you shag a man that was secretly 80 years old?" Nathan asked bitterly.

"No, don't hold it against her. Wouldn't you want to be with someone in your last days?"

"You sound like Ruth. She said that I should leave my mam happy instead of having her grow old and miserable alone… why do we have to grow old, Annie?" Nathan whispered, using my childhood nickname. "All our bits shriveled up and our skin sagging." He shuddered. "My goal is to get you laid by the end of our 200 hours, yeah? No man's going to want a short shriveled cranky woman." I punched him as he shuddered again.

"Oi, where've you to been?" Kelly called, already changed into her jumpsuit, carrying a trash bag and litter picker.

"Sitting here in the sand, drownin in our cursed fate," Nathan replied, blowing a smoke again.

"An old woman's been lookin fa ya," she said.

I raised an eyebrow and stared at Nathan, betting that he's thinking about the fact that he slept with an 80 year old woman. Kelly confirmed this by saying it out loud. Alisha and Curtis were having a laugh at it.

"Did you enjoy it?" Simon asked. I whipped my head towards him, sensing that he took it as an opportunity to get back at him. "I think he enjoyed it."

Nathan suddenly stood up, causing me to fall back on the sand. "It's not like that. It was the storm. It affected her, too. She can turn young. Remember Ruth? That was her! Kori believes me!" Nathan pointed at me.

Alisha scoffed. "I'm starting to think she believes everything."

"Why am I always dragged down with someone?" I muttered.

The others continued their taunts and teasing, making Nathan pissed. I watched as Kelly went after a sulking Nathan down the bridge. I turned the opposite way, pushing passed Simon, towards the centre. Once there, I changed my clothes and texted Nathan to go see Ruth. He had, only to find that she was dead, but she left a scrapbook behind. Shortly after, he stopped by his mom's and apologized, convincing her that he was fine. Of course, he left after giving her boyfriend a death threat if he ever hurt her.

The next day, Nathan found a 'missing' paper in his locker. "You know that note you found in the locker? I think it was talking about the probation worker," he told Curtis.