Spring is too bright. Summer is too hot. Autumn is too dull. Winter is too cold. With this philosophy being my base, I guess there is no point in explaining that I wasn't too pleased when I noticed the frost outside when I woke up.

It was a week after mine and Egill's "magical" moment following the kinky shadow dick comment in literature class when the winter crept up on me, even though it was only the beginning of October. All right, so some frost doesn't automatically make it winter, but it was cold, and in my book that's enough.

The week had been much better than I had anticipated, even though I never managed to make Egill laugh again, no matter how vehemently I tried. I suppose the joker role doesn't fit sarcastic creeps very well. But he no longer groaned when I sat down next to him in literature or biology class (the two classes we shared) so I must consider myself a victor in some way. For this week, my goal was to sit next to him at lunch, even though his brother Lukas seemed convinced that indeed looks could kill, and if he glared at me long enough I would disappear. Sorry to disappoint you, Lukas.

Having taken my driver license in Phoenix, I guess it's safe to say that driving on a slippery road wasn't something I was used to, but of course I tried my best, anyway. I actually managed to drive to school without (much) problems, and even parked my car like I was born and raised in an igloo. Yes.

The only thing that really sucked was that it was a Wednesday, which meant no classes with Egill. Literature on Tuesdays and Thursdays, biology on Mondays and Fridays; nothing on Wednesdays. Which meant even driving to school was pointless, for what was there to do besides tease Egill, but in this wonderful capitalistic country I guess you have to get an education.

As I was walking from the parking lot towards the school building I noticed the PBB exiting their car; the hot looking silver Volvo I could have envied if I was that sort of person. Egill noticed me, and looked, making me wave to him. He raised his hand kind of awkwardly, but before he could return the lovely gesture Lukas noticed me as well, and grabbed Egill's wrist, dragging him towards the school. Such a killjoy, that one.

I felt like sulking, but had little time to do so, as I heard a toot from my left. Turning around I saw a car, whose driver seemed to have lost control on the slippery road. The car was heading right towards me.

Now, seriously, I could make a million snarky comments about what a fail driver this was – how is the parking lot a place to crash? – but I had no time to do so. I probably wouldn't die if it hit me, because it wasn't fast enough, but I would probably break something.

It was here that I wished the stereotype "every Chinese person knows kung-fu" was true, so I could save myself. Sadly, it's not, and I remained a deer in the headlight; completely unmovable and shocked.

Still I managed to escape. The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the ground, with Egill lying on top of me. The impact of him pushing me only came afterwards, when I realized exactly what had happened. Egill had saved me.

This raised a lot of questions; mostly how the hell he could have reached me in time when I barely had the time to react; but my dizzy head could only comprehend so much. I vaguely noted that people started gathering around us, before I passed out.

"Han klarar sig." (He will be fine)

"Är du helt säker?" (Are you absolutely sure?)

"Ja. Oroa dig inte, det var bara en hjärnskakning." (Yes. Don't worry, it was just a concussion)

"Det låter inte så bara." (That doesn't sound too good)

"Han kommer att klara sig. Du gjorde rätt, Egill." (He will be fine. You did the right thing, Egill)

"… jag är inte så säker på det." (… I am not too sure about that)

"Lyssna inte på Mikkel eller Lukas. Du räddade honom, och det är en bra sak." (Don't listen to Mikkel or Lukas. You saved him, and that is a good thing)

"Men jag vet inte om… om jag räddade honom av rätt anledning." (But I don't know if… if I saved him for the right reason)

"Att rädda någon, oavsett anledningen, tycker jag är rätt." (To save someone, regardless of the reason, is right in my mind)

That lovely conversation in that mystical language was what woke me up finally. It was held by a man with a very dark voice, and Egill – no matter what language I am sure I would recognize his voice. As I came to I saw them standing away from my hospital bed, talking to each other in that mysterious language still. Egill looked worried (I think), but the other man looked very stern and cool. He was tall, taller than even Ivan, but also pale and blonde, like Egill and his brothers. Judging by his doctor's wear, I tagged him as Dr. Oxenstierna.

"Han är vaken" (He is awake), Dr Oxenstierna said suddenly and looked at me. Having no clue what he had said, I just wished it wasn't too bad. But then Egill looked my way as well, and I suddenly couldn't care about the other guy anymore.

"Mind speaking, like, English?" I asked, trying to smirk but failing. Egill looked to his father (I assume) before he walked over to my bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, sounding more worried than when he had spoken gibberish.

"Sorta", I replied truthfully. My head was spinning, but I was getting there.

"Yer dad's on the way", Dr. Oxenstierna informed me then. "He'll take ya home. Ya just had a minor concussion from when yer head hit the ground, but s'not serious."

It's horrible, yes, but all I could think about was how to use this to my advantage against Egill. He must have felt guilty, for had he not saved me, I wouldn't have had the concussion.

"Thanks", I told Dr. Oxenstierna, who nodded.

"I'll let ya have some privacy", he said and left the room. I had to wonder why I got an entire room for myself, but if such a big shot as Dr. Oxenstierna had treated me, I suppose it was natural. Someone like him shouldn't treat people with "minor concussions" though, so I realized that it was probably on Egill's request. Sweet.

Once the doctor was gone Egill glared at me.

"Why did you do that?" he asked accusingly, all worry having left his voice, which was surprising. "You know about my brothers, yet you-"

"Yet I what? Can't a guy wave?"

"Not when they're there! Stupid."

"Sorry", I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm not psychic. Didn't know a car was aiming for me."

"That's now how psychic powers work", Egill commented, almost bitterly.

"… you got psychic powers?" I asked playfully, not being able to stop myself.

"Yes. That's why you keep sneaking up on me", he replied sarcastically, making me smirk.

"Well, you're some kind of super hero, that's for sure", I told him. "Saving me like that… just how fast are you?"

"I wasn't that far away", he replied quickly. "But don't worry about that… I mean, you're alive, and that's…"

"All that matters? You're so cute." The concussion must have messed my brain up in some way, for I had not meant to say that. It's important if you are a creep to know where the line is drawn; when enough is enough. Sadly this was enough for Egill, who flushed and got up, walking towards the door.

"I'm going back to school", he informed me. "See you." Before I could react he was gone, leaving me alone in the hospital room.

It was quite boring, without him there, I can tell you that. I wasn't an avid reader, as I've explained, but even a book would have brightened my mood. Instead my mind just kept replaying the accident over and over… and I cursed myself for having had a concussion. Egill had been on top of me; if I only had had enough energy to make a cruel remark! But no, I had to go and lose my consciousness.

But really, now that I thought about it, how had he managed to save me in time? Sure, he could have been really (insanely) fast, but Lukas was holding his wrist and pulling him in a different direction. How could he have reacted that quickly?

Maybe he was a superhero after all. Quicksilver. It all made sense.

Seriously though, no matter how much I disliked admitting it, I realized I would have to tone down my tease-subtle-flirting with him soon, or it would drive him away for good, and that would totally suck. While thinking of ways to use the concussion to my advantage, and entertaining the idea of learning that odd language spoken before so I could eavesdrop on Egill and his father, my own dad arrived at the scene.

Some parents are overly worrying about their children in accidents. Parents such as Yao. Arthur, however, didn't seem as concerned when he entered. At least not about me.

"Do not tell Yao what happened", he instructed me as soon as he saw me, before making sure I was all right. "He will flip out and blame me, he always does", he sighed, making me realize that they did use to live together after all. Arthur knew Yao as well as me. Probably. You know how odd it is to picture your parents together, sexually? It's like that for me, always, with Arthur and Yao. I swear it's a mystery; how did they even fall for each other?

Well. Guess I shouldn't complain. I'm happily alive, thank you very much.

"I know", I replied. "He'll, like, force me back with him." Away from Egill.

"Yes", Arthur agreed. "So, let's just pretend this never happened. Um, you are all right, I assume?"

"Yeah. Just a concussion", I said as I sat up on the bed, still a bit woozy but mostly all right. "So, like, am I going back to school?" Back to Egill. Okay, seriously, my mind needed to stop obsessing with him for a while.

"No, you're coming home", Arthur said and handed me my jacket. "The doctor told me to make sure you don't faint, or something like that. You just need to rest, but tomorrow you can go back to school."

"Nice", I said and put the jacket on, along with my shoes. Arthur seemed to think I was being sarcastic. I wasn't.

Why did I live in a time where even parents had internet? Or rather, why was Yao stalking my livejournal?

Entry: my hero

today when i was just minding my own business i got hit by a car. almost. remember the cute boy whose pants im trying to get into? he is apparently a super hero, and swooped in and saved the day. minus the fact that i got a concussion, but thats okay. what yao doesn't know doesnt hurt him. anyway, looking forward to an awkward literature class tomorrow with my savior.

Poll: should i ask him out?

Alternatives: yes/ofc/duh

That was the entry I posted after I got home, and despite my anonymous username "thepieisalie" (I was really into memes when I started the account; that's my excuse) Yao had somehow found out about it; for I got a phone call literally the minute after one of my Bidoofs learned Super Fang (I am raising an all Bidoof team in Pokémon White; what?) – which was fifteen minutes after the post.

Given the post, there were three possible reactions Yao could have; 1) he could be overly worried, and pretend that I was two years old again, 2) he could be angry with me that I hadn't told him or 3) happy that I was interested in someone in real life. My money was on 2, but my hope was on 1.

"Jia-Long", he called, too loud for me to make out his mood. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah", I replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"A concussion! Arthur is so irresponsible, aiyaaah, I knew this would happen!"

"It wasn't him", I explained, sighing. "Just some stupid teen who like, couldn't drive."

"Well, Forks is obviously too dangerous for you."

"Don't worry, I got a hero", I smirked.

"The boy from your first day? Egill?"

"Are you cyberstalking me?"

"If I didn't, how would I know you even had a boyfriend? You don't tell me anything! And Arthur doesn't either, that no-good…"

"We're not an item", I said, however bitterly it was. Though I wasn't sure; did I want to be Egill's boyfriend? Well… a bit, yes. At least more than I wanted to be someone else's boyfriend.

"Oh… well, if you do get together, you have to call me."

"Why?"

"Because! It's only my right, as your parent, to know these things. And he's cute. I worried you would get together with one of those lumberjacks-to-be, but this boy looks harmless." Well, besides from giving me a concussion, I would agree. He could look as sour as he wanted; he still wouldn't hurt anyone.

Eventually Arthur called, saying it was time for dinner, so I told Yao that I had to go. It was probably the only time I was actually happy that Arthur had cooked, though I still dreaded eating. Yao is just very hard to hang up on.

"Don't eat his food-" was Yao's last words before I hung up. This meant we had two things in common, Yao and I; we detested Arthur's cooking, and thought Egill was cute. Both of these things were obvious to anyone with working taste buds and vision however, so the fact that I am adopted still shone through. Oh well.

After dinner I watched some mystery series from the UK with Arthur, since he insisted on it. It was actually quite good, if a bit spooky. Duh, I wasn't scared or what-not; the supernatural doesn't exist – remember? – but it did have a nice mood. My hormonal teenage brain wandered off to think about Egill, picturing me and him, watching it together. Given by how easily he would pout or blush, I pegged him as a person who would be scared. And want to cuddle. And stuff.

Thusly my mind was set on a new goal; watch a scary movie with Egill, and console him when he was afraid. That would be nice.


Hello, this is my first author's note. Awesome. I usually don't feel like writing these, but this story is not the most serious one, so I feel that I can. Ahem.

Anyway, I hope you didn't mind that little piece of Swedish. After much consideration, I decided doing it this way was the best. You who do not speak Swedish still understand what they say, but HK doesn't.

For future chapters, I really would like someone to help me with Danish, and perhaps Finnish. If you're fluent in either language please PM me - or write it in a review. I will contact you when I need the help.

Finally, sorry for being away for a week. I was on a nerd camp. Hereafter I am going to update once or twice a week.

Oh, and thank you all for your reviews, the story alerts and for favouriting Chopsticks 3