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...Who do you think would fall in love with who? Coraline with Wybie or Wybie with Coraline? I honestly think Wybie should fall in love with her. :P

But, that's just what I think.

I must've fallen asleep, 'cause the next thing I know, Jonesy's shaking me awake.

"Wake up Why-Were-You-Born! We're at school." She started to get out of her seat, along with everyone else on the bus. I sighed and slung my black backpack over my shoulder.

It's gonna be a lonnngg day.

~*~

I sat in Math class. It was already third hour. Thank goodness school goes by fast.

But I wasn't even paying attention to the teacher. Mr. Mitez was droning on about fractions and decimals and... Gah. It was boring. I wish school had two science classes. I prefer science over math any day. Even if I did make something blow up in the lab. That was ONE time.

So, instead of listening to what Mr. Mitez was lecturing about, I decided to finish my love note to Jonesy. I silently pulled out my journal and, opening it up to the right page and grabbing my pencil, I began to write. I made a few changes to it too. You never know, I could actually GIVE this one to Jonesy one day.

One day... I sighed. Whenever I man up enough to be more than just "That Lovat Kid." Be more than a mildly annoying, Mr. Talks-Too-Much.

I wondered when that would be. I have to admit, I'm not the most outgoing kid. I'm actually real shy. Really shy. That's mostly why I stutter all the time. If I ever had to do something like talk in front of the class I'd-

"Mr. Lovat, would you mind telling me the answer this math problem?"

My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. This is EXACTLY what I was afraid of. "U-um...Sure M-Mr. Mitez..." I nervously glanced at the problem on the board. Okay...That's KINDA easy...

I did the mental math. "Five and...Three sevenths." I blurted before looking down to avoid everyone's stare.

Mr. Mitez looked pleased. "Very good Wybie." He complimented, before moving on to more problems. I smiled in relief and glanced back down at my journal, which was on a new, blank page.

I picked up my pencil again and started writing.

Dear Jonesy...

~*~

"What's up Why-Were-You-Born? You look kinda down."

I took my eyes off of my lunch- or what was supposed to be lunch, and looked up at Jonesy. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Huh? I'm not down. Just a little... tired."

It was true. Last night I had stayed up most of the night, writing in my journal. I must've gone to bed at about eleven P.M. I need to go to sleep early tonight.

"Hm," Jonesy mused, poking at her own food. The lunchroom was a madhouse. And by "madhouse", I literally mean madhouse. Some kid from history was flinging grapes at some other kid with his fork, one group of drama girls were flirting with the popular guys... Oh boy. The clicks at Ashland Academy are ridiculous. That's just my opinion though.

Well, see, me and Jonesy aren't exactly popular. At all. My reputation here is being "that weirdo over there who's always by himself." Or "that weird Wybourne."

Before Jonesy came, I wasn't the best at making friends. No one really...accepted me. I was an outcast. A misfit. Now, Jonesy and I are both misfits. Partners in crime.

Kids think Jonesy's gothic or a rocker, with her blue hair. She didn't exactly blend in with all the gray. It's real easy to spot blue in the hallways.

At least she LIKED standing out. I didn't mean to stand out. I just did. Maybe it's 'cause I'm always wearing my black jacket and gloves. Maybe it's 'cause my best friend used to be a cat. I don't know. I don't really care either.

"Embrace your differences, child," Gramma always tells me. "Your differences are what makes you, you."

She's exactly right too. If everyone was the same, who would stand out? The world would be boring.

"So Wybourne..." Jonesy said, leaning forward and resting her chin in her gloved hand. "What're you planning on doing after school?"

"I-I dunno..." I replied, tapping my chin. What WAS I going to do? "Maybe take a nap. It's been a long Monday."

"The day's not even over yet," Jonesy sighed. "I could use a nap."

I nodded. I could go for a nap too. Maybe I could sleep on the bus ride home...As long as Jonesy woke me up when we came to our stop.

Which I was sure she wouldn't do.

~*~

Before I knew it, I was sitting in science class. Man, school may be boring, but at least time passes by fast. I smiled. Science was my favorite class in school. Mostly because you get to dissect a frog or do an experiment. Something fun.

What made it really fun was the fact that Jonesy was my lab partner. Sure, she'd just sit there while I got carried away in molecule diagrams and qualitative observations, but she was my partner. And science was the one class where I could actually show off.

I have to admit, I got the best grades in science. Out of the whole class, too! Straight A's. No wonder why Jonesy calls me a nerd.

Today we just took notes on the Canadian snow-shoe hair. Of course, Jonesy made me take the notes. But after I was finished writing, I started writing in my other journal, the one with the love letters. I couldn't risk Coraline finding out about the notes, so I just wrote some stuff down about the old well.

That's where it all happened.

One night about...maybe a month ago, I was sleeping and the cat woke me up. I knew he wouldn't wake me up for nothing, so I dragged myself out of bed, got dressed, and followed the cat to the well.

And then I saw Jonesy.

She was being pulled by something. Metal by the way it glinted when I shown my bike's light on it. I thought I could scare it off if it was some kind of animal, so pulled out my tongs. I didn't know it was capable of throwing me down the well.

I shivered in my chair as I thought back to that. All I could see was the stars and the hand and darkness beneath me. The hand used me as a ladder and then swiped at my right hand, sending me half down the dark pit.

I glanced at my bare right hand, which had three identical, long scars running from the tips of my knuckles to the beginning of my wrist.

Sometimes when we're near the well, I swear my scars start to tingle. Like Harry Potter or something. Not burn, they just tingle. It's weird.

I rubbed the scars, then continued my work, while Jonesy sat beside me, day dreaming by the looks of it.

As I wrote, someone whispered in my ear. "Do they hurt?"

I jumped slightly and then noticed that it was Jonesy's voice. "Huh?" I asked an eyebrow quirked.

"Your hand." She motioned to my scars, since my hand was bare from forgetting my gloves.

"Oh...No...Not really. They hurt that night though."

"It looks like it did. I mean, those were needles." She said.

"Y-yeah...But you had to face the body connected to the hand. I could never do that." It was true. I'd never be able to defeat something like that. I'd either pass out or just run around and scream. Jonesy was...brave. She's seen it all. She's not afraid of anything.

And that's why I love her so much.

What's NOT to love? Her hair, the way she punches me in the arm all the time, her deep brown- hazel eyes with specks of green...I was spacing out again.

Y'know, they say girls usually get lost in the guys' eyes.

It's the complete opposite with me. Almost every time I look into her eyes...They're hypnotizing...

"Why-were-You-Born? Helooo?" Jonesy snapped in front of my face.

It brought me out of my daze. "S-sorry, Jonesy," I mumbled and continued writing.

So much for a romantic moment.