My baby brother graduated from kindergarten today. TT-TT They grow up way too fast! I vote that we invent a machine gun that makes all children revert back to their baby stages whenever we wanna! XD All in favor? . . . No? Fine. -_- Thanks for all the positive reviews so far! That was a great way to wake up this mornin', I'll tell you what! Speakin' of, I don't own South Park (be thankful) & any similarities that Betty Daniels has to any one, livin' or dead, is a freak accident & I apologize. ^3^ Now for Ch. 4!

I stood near the edge of the rooftop, scanning the town for any signs of Betty. Or in this case, Night Ray. I was so confused with last night's events that I never gave her an exact location to meet. My thoughts led me back to recess earlier today. I almost said something that I was gonna regret. I've only known her for two whole days and I almost told her I loved her. I don't know why. I'm only in the fourth grade. How am I supposed to know what that feels like? Or maybe it's one of those "love at first sight" things you hear about. 'Cause I haven't stopped thinking about her since I saw her. But I'd rather it be a misunderstanding rather than the third option. For once. The last choice is it could just be me being Kenny McCormick. You know, the town's one and only pervert. I shook my head. This isn't how a superhero should think. That's how Kenny thinks! Right now, I'm Mysterion! I should act like him. I need to keep a look out for Bet—I mean Night Ray. I wish I knew where she lived, so I can go check up on her. But as it turned out, I didn't need to.

"Mysterion?" A chill ran up my spine. When I turned around, I couldn't breathe. Betty was wearing a pure white leotard. She had on tiny little slippers that made her as silent as night. She wore a black mask with a white flowing cape. And her hair was the most beautiful shade of brown I had ever seen. It was so long, too! It furled all the way down to her waist. I almost wanted to reach out and rake my fingers through it. A light breeze blew, making her hair and cape dance around her tiny, fragile body. She brought a pale, glowing hand up to her face and used her wrist to push a stray hair behind her ear. "Is the cape too much?" she asked. Her voice was now uncovered, so I could hear her unfiltered words. Her tone was light and innocent, like the very child she is. "I can take it off if it's too cliché." This is too much for me. I whirled around and took a deep breathe, trying to make the butterflies in my stomach go away. "I-It's fine." I managed to croak out, making sure to change my own voice. I tried to count to ten in my head to try and calm myself down. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si— Betty's big silvery irises met my cerulean ones. I accidentally gave a sharp intake of breathe and blushed.

"What's the matter?" she asked. I stifled a groan and avoided her gaze. "N-Nothing." Betty blinked. "But you're acting strange. Are you sure you're alright?" she said. She stepped closer to me, and I caught a whiff of something that smelled amazing! When I realized it was her natural scent, I almost lost it. "I'm fine! You can't do your job while staring at me, so go scout the town!" I ordered. I immediately wished I hadn't. It sounded a little harsh. After all, she was just concerned.

Betty blushed, but then nodded obediently. "As you wish." She replied. "Please forgive me." I squirmed at her words. After spending all day with her, it was weird hearing her being so formal. Holy crap, this is gonna be harder than I figured. Night Ray walked a little bit away from me and gazed down from the streets. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for, Mysterion?" she asked. I looked down with her. "Just look for any sudden movements or sounds." She jerked her head. "Understood." was all she said. I could still see a tint of red on her pale cheeks. She was embarrassed, I could tell. We stayed like this for a while. In the still of the night, I could hear her steady breathing. It was a beautiful sound. I chanced a glance over at her. The embarrassment in her cheeks had completely faded. Her eyes were glazed over with what looked like boredom. But with the lights from her hands bouncing off them, they looked frickin' fantastic! Suddenly I saw them shift. She leaned forward a little and squinted her eyes in concentration. "What's that?" she mumbled. I went over to where she was and looked in the same direction. I felt the color drain out of my face. In the ally across the street was a car partially hidden that was bobbing up and down. And I just happened to notice that the prostitute that was usually there was missing.

I put my hand over her eyes. "That's nothing! That's absolutely nothing! This side of town looks clear, let's go look somewhere else! Come over this way!" I hastily grabbed her by a sleeve and pulled away as far from that scene as possible. We came to the other side of the rooftop. There was another building right next to this one. I could jump the gap with no problem. But Betty . . . "Can you make this jump?" I asked, uncovering her eyes. She blinked a couple of times and examined the gap. "No problem!" she smirked. I jumped first, and then turned around to watch her. She backed up to get a running start. Betty sprinted to the edge. I couldn't believe how flexible she was! She had jumped into the air and did all sorts of graceful curves and flips. She landed perfectly in front of me, like a professional gymnast.

I smirked at her. "Let me guess; gymnastics in Phili?" I teased. "Nope!" she chirped. "Too poor to afford it." She stared down at her feet and blushed. "Even if we weren't, he wouldn't have let me anyways." I breathed in sharply. There it is again! That sad, hopeless look in her silver orbs. She looks so defeated like that! My chest tightened. So much like mine! I choke don words I couldn't say. Without thinking, I placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the sudden contact and looked up at me. The heartbreak slowly faded from her gaze as we stared at each other. Her cheeks flushed furiously, making her look even cuter. Her lids fell over her sparkling irises and a smile formed on her pink lips. She reached an illuminated hand up to touch mine.

Out of no where, I felt a searing pain surge up my arm! I cried out and recoiled, cradling my wounded limb. When I examined my arm, I discovered that my sleeve had slipped out of my glove, exposing skin. A mark the size of a small thumb was there on my flesh. I looked up at her in bewilderment. Betty appeared both ashamed and horrified, unshed tears threatening to burst. She looked like she wanted to bury her face in her hands but couldn't "M-Mysterion, I . . ." she whimpered like a beaten puppy. "I am so sorry! It was an accident, HONEST!" I was numb with shock. Why was she apologizing? "What just happened?" I cried. Betty gazed down at her own hands.

"As I said before," she began." I can harness the power of light. M y hands are the source of this power." She looked up at me. "You know how a light bulb works, right?" I nodded. "You flip a switch and it produces white light." she continued. "You use it to see what you're doing and then you turn it back off. Or you forget about it and leave it on. Surely you've touched a light bulb after it's been on for a while." Again, I nodded. Where the heck is she going with this? "When it's left on, it starts to heat up, correct? And when it's turned off for a while, it cools back down." Betty looked back down at her hands in shame. "My hands have been 'on' since I was born. They can't be 'turned off.' So naturally, the light from my hands make them blazing hot." She clenched her fist, and then quickly released it. "They're so hot, I've never been able to really feel anything. Because the heat blocks my sense of touch." Her gaze shifted to me. "I should've told you sooner. I'm sorry!"

I looked at my arm. The pain stopped, but there was a faint burn mark on my skin now. It's a good thing that I wear a parka during the day. It wasn't that bad. Actually it was kinda cute! I felt like I had a little bit of Betty to take with me. "It's not that big a deal, really." I said. "And it's not like you did it on purpose." I could tell by her face that she still felt guilty. I pulled up my sleeve to show her. "See? It almost looks like a birth mark!" I tried to reassure her with a smile, but I wasn't sure she took. I took a step towards her just to have her step back. Guess it didn't. I gave her a questioning look. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you again." she murmured. I laughed. It sounded weird with my raspy voice. "Don't be! Like I said, it was an accident! You're not gonna hurt me again, I swear!" Betty flashed a small, sheepish grin. The feeling of relief washed over me. I finally managed to convince her! "Come on, we've gotta get going." She nodded. "Right."

We found another view of the town so we could keep an eye out for anything suspicious. To pass the time, I asked Betty how she liked South Park compared to Philadelphia. She asked me what all the places she should check out were. I just named off the normal spots that I hang out at. "Really, my favorite place is Stark's Pond." I told her. "It's nice and peaceful there." She smiled. "I hope I can go there soon. I love water! It'd be fun!" I don't know why, but something about the way she said that, and the way she looked just now, made me feel a little light-headed. Once, before child services came, I heard my mom tell my kid sister, Karen, a story about these two idiots who claimed to have been "in love at first site." At the time, I thought that it was the most retarded thing I ever heard of in my entire life. How can you feel such a strong emotion the first time you see someone? You couldn't just know in that split second! At least, that's what I thought.

But then again I've got all the symptoms. I can't get her off my mind. I wanna be with her every second of every day. And when I am with her, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wanna make her happy. I wanna protect her. I wanna be there for her. I wanna hold her in my arms and never let go. I hope she didn't notice the blush that crept across my face as the realization hit me. I am in love with Betty Daniels.

Well? I's do good? I get's a cookie? ^3^ Or does this deserve Swiss cheese? (I don't like Swiss cheese. I've tried it before. I don't think I even swallowed it.) Time lapse in the next chap-ii-tar! Feel free to review! Thanks for the support so far! I really do appreciate it! ^3^