Ok guys I have a problem...the family laptop has been taken hostage for a week by my brother at so I'm using my really old shitty computer that has Microsoft, but it doesn't work so I'm using one of the file on this to write the next chapter, so if I make mistakes tell me so I can fix it 'cause I will have no idea, and I just don't spell good. :P

Any way this chapter was supposed to be in 5's POV, but it's going to deal with 3, 4, and 6. Won't this spur of the moment chapter be fun! Well any way I'd like for you guys to tell me what you think of the story so far so R&R!

Oh, and by the way 3 and 4 can talk but normally they just don't...Oh, and did I mention 3 and 4 can talk to each other through their minds? Oh, I didn't well...now you know there secret.

Ok, so I got lazy at the end and this will be a short chapter, i am DEAD after 3 days of crew so I'll give you more during the weekend...well after homecoming that is.

This chapter will switch POV.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3 I found You ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'It wasn't that we didn't want to talk to them, it's that we felt weird being around them.' Chris thought as he and his brother walked away from the two. Knowing his brother was thinking the same thing.

'You noticed it to, didn't you?' Chase questioned, eyebrows furrowed in question, though knowing the answer.

'Yeah, that feeling...what was that feeling?' Chris questioned glancing toward his twin.

'I don't know Chris, but it felt weird, like...I don't know how to describe it.' The two sighed simultaneously as they headed toward their home room.

'Agreed, anyway did you memorize the map of the school?' Chris questioned. 'I mean, the only reason we asked the two where homeroom was, was to talk to them...which didn't exactly work out...'

'Of course I memorized it, didn't you?' Chase questioned.

'Of course, I was just making sure! I don't want us to get lost on our first day of high school!' Chris thought with a small smile. Chase smiled as well at the thought. 'Our first day of high school, this is so cool!'

'I know! I made sure I memorized every inch of this place when we first got here for orientation!' The two smiled as they weaved through the other students as they approached the hallway.

'Yeah, me to! Oh look, our homeroom!' The two thought as they got closer to our destination. The two slowed t a stop as a voice entered their ears.

"G-give it b-back, n-now!" The two turned to see a boy a little older than them yell as he jumped up and down, futilely trying to grab a sketch book from larger boy who, by his build, seemed to be a senior. The other boy continued to jump desperately as he reached for the book only to be pushed back by the elders free hand.

"N-n-n-no!" He said mockingly at the boy.

"P-please give it back o-or I-I-I'll-" The boy adjusted himself as he scrambled up again.

"You'll what, piss your pants?" He said laughing, the group of onlookers that had gathered joined in. The two looked at him sadly as others, not wanting to get involved, walked by without a second glance.

"G-give it back!" he said voice getting quieter, more scared and weak. The elder smirked as he towered over the shaking boy.

"Make me!" he said pushing the younger boy, who fell backward onto the floor. The boy looked down as the teen laughed, tears building in his eyes.

The two looked at each other sadly as they stood on the sidelined. The two knew should help, but it would be the two freshmen against a senior, and no matter how dumb it seemed, they didn't want to trash our reputation before we even had one.

The boys looked around for someone, anyone who would help him, but no one even seemed to care. The two looked back at the scene, staring solemnly at the younger of the two teens, eyes searching for help. The teen looked toward the two his eyes catching theirs. He looked toward the two helpless and was pleading for assistance. The two looked at each other sadly, whatever was in that sketch book was important to him, and somebody had to help.

'We can't do anything can we?' Chase thought.

'I know but...'

'I know what you mean, I want to help to, but' he looked at himself, look at us we can't.'

'You're right but I wish we could but-.'

"N-no don't!" the boy exclaimed as the senior began tearing page after page of the drawings, papers slowly drifting on the floor. The boy fell to his knees helpless, hand reaching out toward the scattered papers. The senior just laughed and walked away, the crowd dispersing and going their separate ways. The lone boy looked down at the scattered papers, hair covering his eyes.

James/6 POV

'No.' I thought staring at the pages. My eyes stung from tears, but it didn't matter, not compared to my work, all the hours wasted. I got on my hands and knees and started picking the pictures up. I stared at one I had drawn the previous night, one, that for once, was of the past…the record player. 'I liked it.' I thought sadly, tears began to fall on my glasses, blurring my vision even more, my hand creeping to another.

The picture was of me and the others, I was...I was smiling, I was happy. My hand stroked the picture gently, eyes staring at it for a moment before I started reaching for the others. I wiped some of the tears away, feeling myself shaking slightly when a hand was gently set on my shoulder. I looked up surprised and fell back startled.

I stared frightened for a moment before I noticed one boy staring at me with a sad smile, while another, apparently his twin, began picking up the papers and handing them to me. I took the pictures slowly and just stared. There was a feeling, a feeling I didn't quite understand, yet I did, I know who they are! My mind clicked for a second before realization dawned upon me. 'It's them, them! It's them! The twins I found them! 3 and 4, 3 and 4 I found them!'

I smiled brightly and stared at them, tears, excited happy tears, falling from my eyes. "I found you!"