First time I've actually written this story in freaking ages… idk if it'll be quite the same, but let's go for it anyway.

JJ decided to take a nap before school, just to recover from the utter insanity that had just happened, but realised half way home that through the havoc, she'd forgotten to leave the key. She sighed, turning around. By the time she got home, she wouldn't have time to nap. Coffee would have to do instead.

She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, along with the rest of her vital organs. If Satan had offered to take her soul in exchange for 8 hours of deep sleep, she'd accept in half a heartbeat. But no, Satan was nowhere to be found, and she still had to get to school. Running was not gonna get her there on time. As she sprinted out the door, she grabbed the skate-board she'd abandoned since the last summer and ran out to the street with it. Within a couple of seconds she saw the truck she needed to latch onto and quickly ran out, jumped onto her board and grabbed onto the back of the truck. [DO NOT TRY DAT AT HOME, IT IS DANGER] She knew this truck's route; it had gone the same way for three years. She used to take it to school all the time, but she hadn't needed to in a while. Still, she saw it pass by the school every morning, so she knew it still went the same way.

The ride was wild, but she made it just fine. She let go just before they came up to the school and kicked off the ground out of the traffic. As soon as she was on the sidewalk, she flipped her board up and started running into school. If she ever got asthma, she'd die in less than a day. By the time she got in the door, the bell was just ringing and she was off to homeroom.

At break, she was busy running around to different classrooms to hand in early homework… and some late stuff too, and didn't get to see any of her friends. But at lunch, she got to see her small group of best friends and they were all super interested to hear about what had happened at her new job. She omitted a few of the details.

"So you were in that creepy building on your own all night?" Anya asked in awe.

"Well actually, one of the day workers stayed on with me. He's about our age I think."

"A BOY?!" They all gasped. "You spent all night with a BOY?"

Questions started flooding in at her.

"Was he cute?"

"Did you two do anything?"

"Do you like him?"

"Does HE like YOU?"

"Did anyone break in?"

"If someone had, would he have protected you?"

"Or would YOU have protected HIM?"

"Tell us, tell us, tell us!"

"C'mon guys, y'know I'm not really into the whole dating thing." JJ held onto her arm, showing she felt uncomfortable. "He was relatively cute, I guess. No, we didn't do anything. I don't like him, I doubt he likes me. Nothing major happen, a bot turned on though. I was the one to check it out, 'cause he was too scared."

"Jaimeeeeee, you have to tell us more than that!" Chloe groaned.

"There's nothing to tell. We sat in the office, checked the cams and chatted. The person I'm standing in for left us a message. It was all fine and dandy. Hey, you guys wanna go kick a ball about?"

"If he did like you, would you date him?"

"Guys, can we drop the subject? He's just a normal guy. No different from any other guy."

"Are you an asexual or something? I don't think you've ever had a crush."

"I don't know you guys. I don't know, and I don't wanna talk about it. Can we please just go kick a ball, or shoot a few hoops?"

"Lacy hurt her leg, she wouldn't be able to join us." Charla pointed out. "It'd be rude to leave her out."

"Well I'm gonna go hang out with the dudes then, okay? I just really need to run about a bit today."

And so she left them. She felt like the meanest person in the world, but she also felt like she wouldn't be able to relax until she was running, kicking, dribbling. Playing. It was the only thing that would let her unwind after that insane night. The guys in her school treated her just like one of them. She played just as well as any of them, and enjoyed sports more than most of them. So for the rest of her lunch break she played soccer with Damian, Austin, Clarke, Jason and the other boys they hung out with. It was the most therapeutic game she'd ever played, and possibly the best she'd ever done.

BB's day was rather different. He got to school on time for his two classes before they let him go for work. He had to attend a minimum of two classes a day, more if possible. Usually he only bothered with two. The downside was that he got a crapload of homework to make up for missing his classes. Today his classes were History and Art. Art wasn't so bad; they were doing pop art, which happened to be his favourite. But in history they were doing the industrial revolution which was so boring it made BB want to rip off his own ears and eat them raw.

Somehow, he made it through without screaming or crying, but he did fall asleep towards the end. He had plenty of notes anyway and he sat near the back, so no one had noticed. Then he went to his art class and got to chill out and just draw for a while. Once that was over, it was time for work. He ran out to the bike sheds to get his bike and cycled the half mile to the pizzeria. Upon arrival, he went into the bathroom to get changed. Phil said hi to him briefly, but then they had to go their own ways. BB was stationed with the Marionette, who'd been out for repairs the previous week but had come back on Sunday morning. From there it was three hours of handing out balloons and non-stop smiling, followed by a short break, during which he ate a whole pizza. The whole time, he could feel Bonnie's glare digging into the back of his head. He chose to ignore him. Back to work after twenty minutes, and it was all smiles and balloons and silly giggles for the next two hours. Then the section BB worked in closed for the day and he was free to go home. Since he'd be coming back later, he just left his bike so he could get home quicker in the morning, then went home for a quick studying session and a well-earned rest.

A/N

SAYING SIDEWALK IS SO DIFFERENT TO ME, BUT IT'S SET IN 'MURICA SO I SHOULD BE USING 'MURICAN STUFFS ALL MY FRIENDS STARTED SCREAMING WHEN I SAID I WAS GOING AGAINST MY OWN LANGUAGE AND THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN WITH SOCCER I'M SO CONFLICTED

ALSO I GOT DISTRACTED RPING AND STOPPED WRITING FOR LIKE AN HOUR, SORRY, I'M BACK ON IT