Hey guys! So I had a bit of trouble with this chapter so it's more of a filler. ANY WHO, thank you all for favoriting and the story alerts! Like I said before I'm really starting to like this story and I hop you enjoy this chappie.

After countless hours of begging my boss to let me off work he finally agreed. I can't say that I was excited to go to my dads grave but who would be? I mean seeing any person who you cared about's gave stone is hard. I finally got Lucy out of the shop. Lucy is my car incase you didn't know. I got her from my grandma who is also dead...but I really don't feel like discussing her knitting accident.

I walked into my house and dropped my keys on the counter.

"Flynn!" I yelled out. I approached his room and heard..laughter?

"That's really cool," I heard a voice say.

Who was that speaking to Flynn? It almost sounded like...no it couldn't possibly be-

"ouch!" I shrieked feeling the door make contact with my face.

"Aw Cece my bad," Deuce apologized quickly. I waved my hand and dismissed it.

"I don't care," I paused and proccess this information, "Don't take this the wrong way...actually I dont really care how you take it, but what the heck are you doing here?" I asked.

"I stopped by to see when we could get started on our project," he said as if he were stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes. King plastic at my house? Never saw this one coming...

"Well I'm busy and how did you find out where I live?" I asked, crossing my arms and scowling. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Would it be weird if I followed you home from the Diner yesterday to see where you live?" he asked awkwardly.

I made a face, "Uh ya!"

STALKER ALERT!

"Alright then I asked Tinka," he replied. I rolled my eyes. God why do I always roll my eyes!

"look like I said I'm busy and if you want to start on the project we can do it when I get back from where I'm taking my brother," I said pushing him towards the door.

"I'll drive you to where ever your going," he offered. I opened my mouth to reply when Flynn bursted into The room.

"You mean we get to ride in your Corvett!" he yelled. I rolled my- uh I need to stop doing that!

"No we aren't," I responded coldly. Flynn looked up at me with his best puppy dog eyes.

"Please?" he begged sticking out his bottom lip. I sighed and let my head fall back. I didn't really want Deuce to come with us. It was a very personal thing to me. I didn't want word getting around that I didn't have a dad. I looked back at Flynn and nodded slowly.

"Alright I guess we can," I mumbled. Flynn threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"Let's go!" He exclaimed grabbing his jacket and rushing out the door.

"So where to?" Deuce asked as we got into his car.

"The Grave Yard downtown," I replied in a mono tone. A suden look of realization dawned on his face.

"Oh ...alright," he replied starting the engine.

We drove in silence as I looked out the tinted window. I wondered what it was like. To have the life Deuce had. To have a family, a complete family. To have money and to get anything you want when you wanted. I wanted to understand his life and I think that's what frustrated me most about him. I couldn't understand his life and that's all there is to be said about that.

We pulled up to the grave yard and if you've ever been to one of these places you know it's not that fun. Between the depressive feel of being around dead loved ones and the people crying over their dead family members it doesn't really give you that welcoming vibe. We climbed out of his cars and walked passed the crying mourners. My fathers grave stone was at the top of a small hill, right next to a cherry tree.

"So uh if you don't mind me asking who's grave is this?" Deuce asked, "Your grandmas or grandpas?" he guessed.

I shook my head and kicked the dirt off my fathers headstone with my shoe.

"My dads," I replied simply. His expression changed from a normal one to a...well I'm not very sure. There was a mix of sadness and shock swirled together in his chickaye brown I could understand but sadness I couldn't. Why would he feel bad for me? He doesn't like me, we arent friends, and were not related. Maybe my theory wasnt true. Maybe the plastics did have souls and their hearts weren't completely hollow.

So we had a couple moments of silence for my father then I went back to the car. It hurt to be here. It hurt to see the place where my once living father, whom I loved so much, was buried. It was never easy for me to come here and sometimes I wondered why I did. It made me upset and emotional and depending on my mood it could sometimes make me angry. Loosing my dad was like loading a part of me. We were so close, my dad and I and his death was just so sudden and unexpected.

I climbed back into the car, it was just to much for me to handle right now. As I sat in the passenger seat I took inventory of the items in his car. He had leather jackets in the back, expensive brand name shoe boxes, and a couple hats. Did he get everything he wanted? All of these things were his and he didn't have to work for it. That brings me to another question that had been on my mind for a while. Why was he working at Crusty's? He had an endless supply of money in a bank called ' la Parents,' so why would he even want a job?

I guess I was so deep in thought I hadn't noticed Deuce get into the drivers seat. Flynn was still looking at the grave and he just stared at me.

"So uh...I'm sorry for your lost," he said quietly.

"It's alright," I felt a couple tears escape my eyes, "It was along time ago when I was little."

He nodded, "That must of been hard."

I breathed, "Ya it was really hard. Our family was really close...his death was so unexpected none of us saw it coming."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did it happen?"

"Car accident. Drunk driver hit him straight on," I replied feeling tears starting to drip down my cheeks.

"It was really hard on my mom, his death I mean. She got really depressed and since then I've been taking care of myself and Flynn. I was 12 and he was 4. She's better now but I'm always afraid she'll slip back into those old nasty habits she got from her dark period," I admitted. I whipped the tears away quickly and broke the tension.

"So Flynn tells me that your taking him to a car show or something?" I changed the subject. Deuce looked at me for a minute.

"Uh ya," he paused for a minute, "This Saturday you can come if you want," he replied. I shook my head and forced a laugh. I could be civil with the him right?

"Cars aren't my thing," I replied still watching Flynn. I tore my eyes away long enough to look at Deuce.

"Deuce you can't just stop by like that again. I don't need Flynn getting attached to you and then everything falling apart for him again," I paused and felt my warm tears gracing my face once more, "I cant see him get hurt like that." My voice had cracked and sounded rawer than I had intended it to.

Deuce looked at me with those big brown eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes that I would- ack! Where the hell did that come from. No I refuse to think anything nice about king plastic! I refuse to love him or even remotely like him.

"I'm not going to hurt him Cece," he said placing his hand over mine. I quickly pulled my hand out from under his.

"Look thanks for taking us but this doesnt need to get out, right?" I said opening the passenger door. He opened his mouth to protest but I closed the door before he could speak.

"Flynn," I said walking up behind my little brother.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Time to go squirt," I replied ruffling his hair. He nodded and we walked back to the car.

Flynn climbed into the back seat and I got into the passenger seat just like before. Deuce pulled out of his parking space and again we started to drive in complete silence.

"So uh Cece," Deuce said trying to make conversation, "I got a bee and a wasp in a plastic box."

"Did you poke air holes in it so they can live?" I asked. He nodded.

"Uh ya...I think I did," he replied making a left turn at my street's corner. We pulled up to my apartment building and he got out of the car.

"So you wanna work on the project or not today?" he asked with a small smile.

Why was he doing this? Why was he at my house? Why was he being so nice to me. We are from two different worlds as cliche as it might sound. He's a plastic and I'm a nerd we aren't supposed to talk to each other unless he's beating me up! That's how it works! Why would he want to take my little brother out for a car show? He doesn't know Flynn or me. I mean sure he knows our names but there has got to be a reason that he's being so nice. Wait maybe he's...

"Deuce why are you really here?" I asked walking over to him. Flynn was already inside so I didn't have to worry about him seeing or hearing anything bad.

"To work on our project," he replied.

I pursed my lips and scowled, "Why are you here?" I repeated.

"To work on our project," he said again.

"I'm going to ask you one more time and I swear to god if you don't tell me the truth I will rip your face off," I stepped closer to him, "Why are you here?"

He sighed, "To make things right," he admitted.

I scoffed, "What you think that taking my little brother out for a car show is going to make up for all the years of torture I got from your friends?"

He opened his mouth but I didn't let him speak.

"Cause it won't. Everyday I come to school dreading the fact that I may run into you guys because I know that one of you will pick out another one of my flaws that I already see. Because of you I feel self conscious and like dirt all the time. Because of you and your skank ass girlfriend and her little wanna be posse I get made fun of and taunted by other kids to because since you guys did it they think it's cool!" I said, feeling the anger pulse through my veins. I pushed him back.

"Because of you and your stupid friends I can't sit in the cafeteria at lunch anymore! Can you tell me why you all have to put me down? Why you guys always have to single me out and make me look like an idiot in front of the whole school?" I asked. For the second time today tears were sliding down my cheeks.

My eyes burned into his expressionless face.

"Why can't I feel good about myself when you and your friends are around? Why can't I be left alone when you guys walk by my locker? Why can't I just be another one of the people you guys just treat like they don't exist? It would be better than being treated like crap all the time," I said giving him another shove.

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the tears back into my eyes. I took a deep shaky breath and my eyes blinked open.

"Look we are science partners nothing more. We aren't friends and we never will be. Give me the bugs and I'll do the project all by myself," I said.

"Cece," he started to say.

I cut him off, "Don't worry ill put your name on the project."

He crossed his arms, "Look Cece I'm helping you with this project alright? Whether you like it or not I am going up to your living room right now so we can get started on it."

I scowled at him. Did he not just here that mini speech?

"Look I'll talk to Porshia alright? I'll talk to the rest of them to but just know that I don't enjoy watching them push people around," he said turning around. He grabbed a small plastic box out of his trunk and handed it to me.

"Here are our specimen," he said with a small smile, he paused, "Do you need a hug or something?"

Ok even Wally couldn't make a situation this awkward.

"Yea, no. I'm not going to be your charity case,"

So how was that? Was it ok? Do you want to get a bear do it can maul my face off because it was so bad it actually put you in tears? Ok maybe that was really dramatic but hey it's all good.

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