Author's note: I know this chapter is beyond corny (and possibly crappy!), but it was my '99 self!

TIME: 6:30 in the evening.
PLACE: Brooklyn Heights.
SCENE: Outside a cinema, a girl and boy are laughing.

"I can't believe you got us thrown out, Garrett!" exclaimed the girl. "I told you, not to throw your empty cup over the balcony!" Her companion, a boy in a wheelchair laughed.
"Haven't you ever done it before?" he asked. When she shook her head, he laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, right! You're telling me that in your whole ten years, whenever you went to the cinema you never threw anything at anyone?"
"Yeah! I was good. But…" she started giggling. "I have to admit it was funny when that lady jumped when she suddenly saw an empty cup land in her helmet…"she burst into giggles again.
"Yeah…it was a perfect hook shot!" he smiled at her. "You think you can beat that, 'Queen of Basketball', Julia?" Julia smiled. She was the only person, not to mention girl; in Brooklyn Heights who could match Garrett, the 'King of Basketball', shot for shot, and even go one better.
"Well…why not? Let's just ask the guard if he'll let me in so I can throw a cup in to a motorcycle helmet," she commented sarcastically. Then she paused. "But why don't we go play some basketball now?" she suggested. She pointed at the empty court a block away. "I'll meet you there in five, okay?"
Garrett nodded and turned into an alley leading to his home while Julia ran off. Garrett changed his shirt and slacks into proper sportswear. Then he went to the basketball court where Julia was spinning a basketball on her index finger. He smiled when he saw her. Tall, with blue eyes to match his, her golden blonde hair tied up, and wearing a T-shirt and shorts, Julia looked like a model dressed up in sportswear. The fact that she could play as well as him didn't make him jealous, it made him admire her. He had a huge crush on her.
"Yo, G-man! Ready to lose?" she called out.
"You should be asking yourself that question, Jul!" he replied. He wheeled backward toward her and grabbed the still-spinning basketball from her. He dribbled it toward the net and threw it. It went straight in. "Yes! Score two points for the G-man!" he cheered. Julia caught the ball and dribbled it to the opposite net. She raised her arms and threw the ball and cheered as it went in.
"Yyyes! I rule the courts!" she yelled. They attracted the attention of a couple of other kids who asked to play with them, Garrett and Julia on one team, and Mike and Timmy (the two kids) on the other. Garrett grabbed the ball, aimed, and released it. The ball sailed in a smooth arc into the net.
"Brooklyn Heights is in da house!" Julia yelled. Garrett shook his head. He never understood Julia's obsession with the phrase. The game continued on until it started to get dark, and Mike and Timmy had left. By then they were sweating and breathing heavily. "Oh, gosh, what time is it?" she breathed as she looked at her watch. "Oh, gosh, it's seven fifteen already."
"What? Seven already? Oh, well, I don't have to go back yet…my parents are out of the country this week, with your parents, right?" he reminded.
"Oh, yeah, I kinda forgot."
"So…you…wanna get a bite or something? I could use the company," he offered, praying she would say yes.
"Sure, why not?" she replied. She was thrilled that Garrett had offered. He probably wouldn't care, but she liked him a lot. So did lots of other girls in their school, and he knew he was popular. She was popular too, but she didn't let it get to her, while he just took it in stride. Garrett was incredibly happy she hadn't turned him down.
"Alright! Well, I guess we should change, so I'll pick you up at…say, quarter to eight? I say, let's go to…"
"Rocky's!" Julia cried. "Best pizza in town!" She looked at him. He was staring at her in amazement. "What? If you don't want to…"
"No, I love Rocky's! I was just about to suggest it. I didn't know you liked Rocky's." he said hastily.
"Like? I love Rocky's!" she stared at him. He was smiling to himself. "What? Why are you smiling like that?"
"Huh?" Garrett was jolted out of his fantasy of himself and Julia when he saw Julia looking at him with raised eyebrows. Oops. "Uh…I was thinking…Rocky's? That's okay right?" She nodded. "Great, I'll see ya at a quarter to eight!"
Julia smiled as she walked off. It was a beautiful night, the sky was clear, the newly rising moon was full and the stars shone in the dark sky. And she had a date (sort of) with a great guy. She took a shower when she reached her house, and changed into one of her better outfits - a white sweater under a pale pink pinafore with white leggings. She was determined to make Garrett notice her - more than a friend. Meanwhile, Garrett was doing the same thing. Dressed in a crisp blue shirt and black slacks, he left his house to pick up Julia. He arrived at seven forty-five precisely and rang the doorbell.
"Hey," greeted Julia, smiling sweetly at him. His jaw fell. It was the first time he had seen Julia dressed in anything other than jeans or shorts, and he was mesmerized. They walked off to eat pizza and they chatted about basketball and their friends the whole time. After that they went for a stroll along the pavements outside the Brooklyn buildings. Garrett shyly reached for her hand and Julia let him. They walked down the streets, and stopped for a while, collapsing onto a bench. (Well, Julia collapsed. Garrett just wheeled in next to her.) They started talking about the few couples in school, and Julia pointed out Garrett could have anyone he wanted in their grade, when he complained about being 'single'.
"Anyone but the one I want," muttered Garrett. He looked at Julia. She looked so sweet and innocent, and she captivated his soul, as she looked at him intently.
"Well, who do you want? She's gotta be really something, if you can't have her." Julia commented.
"Yeah…she's incredible. She has…" Garrett decided to admit his feelings. "She has blue eyes, golden hair, can play incredible basketball, and is next to me right now." Julia's eyes were wide with surprise and her face was a bright red. She looked around.
"M-me?" she squeaked. She cleared her throat and spoke. "Well, whaddya know…The guy I like is an incredible basketball player, even though he's in a wheelchair, has red hair and blue eyes, and just admitted he likes me." She smiled shyly at Garrett.
"You really like me?" asked Garrett. Julia nodded. "Well…then I hope you don't mind too much if I do this…" He leaned over, his eyes never leaving Julia's. Then he gently kissed her on her lips. Julia was surprised, but kissed him back. The kiss was short, but sweet.
"You know, that was my first kiss," said Julia, smiling.
"Mine too. That was incredible. You're the best person I've ever met. I want you to know that." Garrett murmured softly, stroking Julia's hair. To his surprise, Julia began sobbing.
"Garrett, don't say that, please don't say that. Please," Julia said through her tears.
"W-what? Why not? Julia, what's up with you?" Garrett asked, upset by Julia's tears.
"I'm sorry Garrett, but if you don't take it back, I'll have to leave." Garrett, stunned and upset, choked back his appearing tears.
"P-please, Jul-Julia…I…I think…I…love…"
"DON'T! Please! For our sake, don't!" she cried out, interrupting him.
"I think I… love you," Garrett told her.
"Garrett...I told you not to…now I have to go. Forever." She turned away, tears rolling down her cheek, and slowly walked off. Garrett stared at her retreating back and silently cried.

*****

TIME: 8 am, present time.
PLACE: Garrett's room.

Garrett clutched his blue shirt in his hands. He had almost never worn it; his date with Julia was the only time he had worn it. Tears silently ran down his cheeks. He hated that shirt, it always brought back his pain and hurt of losing Julia. But he also loved it; it brought back the memories of the fun they had had. That was why he loved basketball, it was something they had both shared and loved.
He folded the shirt; he had kept it since Julia's departure. Julia never cared about the fact he was handicapped, and never looked down on him because of it, unlike many people. He missed her so much. Even though he was still pretty popular, since he was good looking, and went out on dates a lot, he knew his real friends were the Extreme Ghostbusters - Kylie, Eduardo, Roland, Egon, Janine, Slimer. He put away the neatly folded shirt, dried his tears, and wheeled out of his house and to the firehouse. Maybe they had a call and he could take his mind of Julia.

*****

The same girl is now here, kneeling in mid-air, her head bent down and she is crying softly. Tears roll down her cheeks as she thinks about how much pain she inflicted upon the one she loved so much, and cared so deeply for. It was pure torture to see him look at that shirt with so much emotion. She wished it would be time for her to reveal herself to him, and the others.