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Two months ago, my boyfriend of five years broke up with me over the phone after he told me that he was moving away. I don't know if he moved to another country or if he moved to the other side of the state. That's what bugged me the most. Sure, we are 17 and teenagers keep secrets from each other, but he didn't have to cut me out of his life completely.

I spent the first three days locked in my room and trying to get myself to stop crying. After that, I went back to school and I was so numb that I walked right past my best friend, Emily. About a week after that was when I finally decided that the grieving period of being dumped was over and I should get back to my life. I called Emily and told her everything that happened and she rushed over to my house with a stack of movies and a tub of ice cream.

People always say that you never forget your first love, and I hope I never forget Virgil. Sure he was being a jerk by breaking up with me over the phone and all, but we had so many great times together that I wouldn't want to forget any of them.

The day after I finally talked to Emily, Virgil's best friend, Andy, came up to me in the hall and asked if Virgil was sick or something, because he never missed school. I told Andy everything that I knew and a look of sympathy crossed his face, after cursing Virgil for leaving, and he hugged me. I think we both needed that. We were the two closest people to Virgil aside from his family.

I turned away from staring out of the window and turned my TV on. It was on the news, something about this new rescue team called the Thunderbirds. There have been three disasters that have happened in the past few weeks, and the Thunderbirds were there every time.

There were three crafts that they knew about that the Thunderbirds used to save the people in those disasters:

The rocket that was always first on the scene to assess the situation.

A giant green ship that carried all of the necessary equipment to help the people.

And an underwater craft that can go farther down than a submarine.

I don't really know what to think about the Thunderbirds. Yeah, they save lives and everything but no one even knows who they are. They could be terrorists or something who are trying to gain our trust just so they can come back and kill us all. Unlikely, I know, but I have a very over active imagination that is always getting me yelled at by my teachers and parents when I come up with crazy explanations about why something is happening or who someone is. It's sort of my defense mechanism. If I think the worst of something or someone, I can't be disappointed for very long afterwards if it turns out to be not so good.

They were rescuing a group of kids that had gotten stuck on a ledge of a mountain. Stupid kids if you asked me. They got themselves there, what's stopping them from getting back?

Okay, I guess since the break-up I've gotten a little bitter. But it doesn't seem like something that requires International Rescue; it's probably just some government ploy or something.

Once they got the kids off of the ledge, the rocket, well, rocketed away, and the giant green ship dropped the kids off at the base of the mountain before following suit, never once showing their faces. They wore masks when they came out of their ships, meaning that they were probably almost maybe sort of like terrorists, kinda.

There was a knock on my door so I turned off the tv and before I could get up to open it, Andy walked up to me and smiled before kissing me. It's bad, I know, Andy asked me to be his girlfriend almost a month ago. Emily was not helping making me feel better. She would constantly nag me about how stupid it was and what Virgil would do if he ever found out and all that crap. I already felt bad for saying yes when he had asked me, but he told me that he wanted me to at least try to make it work. To be honest, it reminded me a bit too much of Clary and Simon from the mortal instruments series by Cassandra Clare.

"You ready?" he asked, meaning our date tonight.

"Yeah," I replied, "lets go." I smiled as best I could and Andy grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

Every time he did that, I was reminded of Virgil and how Andy's hand didn't fit in mine as well as Virgil's had. I had to mentally slap myself for that. I had promised Andy that I would try, and I am trying, I really, really, am. I think.

Virgil's POV

"Thunderbird Two to Command and Control," I spoke into the microphone in my helmet, "The kids are on the ground. I'm heading back now, ETA 45 minutes."

"FAB Thunderbird Two." My father replied.

I signed off and took off my helmet before taking off. Looking down, I saw the camera crews starting to pack up, but there were still a few cameras pointed towards Two. As soon as I was far enough away they would back up and the news reporters would throw it back to whomever.

It was almost like we were famous, now. People all around the world knew our name and were actually talking about us, if only there were actually talking about US. But no, we were the mystery men. When I went online there were ads on almost every site 'who are the thunderbirds?' and 'where do the mystery men come from?' and 'are they cute and single?'

When we first got to the island, I found out that I am great at hiding my emotions when I want to. Alan walked up to me the day we go there with Fermat following him and told me that he was sorry and that he would miss Nat too. I remember the strange look that he gave me after I told him that it was for the best. I remember Gordon asking me why I didn't fight with dad about every day until I got what I wanted and him start yelling at me because of it.

Scott and John too. John had dedicated his latest book 'to my sister, Nat' because she practically was a part of the family. Scot just asked me why I was okay with it and I told him the closest thing to the truth that I would dare to say.

"I'm not Scott, but fighting about it with dad won't change anything, besides, the less she knows, the safer she is."

To be honest, breaking up with her was the hardest thing that I ever had to do, besides going to moms funeral and explaining to Alan what mom looked like. But I'd never been good at explaining things like John had, so I painted him a picture of her. He hung it up on his wall the second that it dried and again the second it was unloaded on the island.

I think that dad was trying to make up for not letting me tell Nat. there was an entire room, fully stocked, with everything a painter could ever dream of, and aside from that, there was a music room and in the middle stood the legendary Steinway & Sons Model D Horowitz Piano which had toured America. I had had a Steinway grand piano at home, and it sat in the corner of my new music room, but this was THE piano, like, the only piano.

I spent the first week after finishing up the birds in the music room playing CD 305 and Beethoven and Bach Fur De Lis. It was all I could do to keep my mind from wondering.

The island soon came into sight and I heard my father's voice over the comms unit on the dash. "Thunderbird Two, prepare for docking."

"FAB dad."

Once I parked Thunderbird Two in the Hanger, I walked out to find Tin-Tin trying to climb inside one of Two's pods.

"Tin-Tin," I asked, "What are you doing?"

She jumped at the sound of my voice before Fermat ran in ad started screaming, "I f-f-f-found you T-Tin-Tin." Hide and seek I guess.

"Thanks Virgie, you gave me away!" she screamed before running off away from the silos with Fermat following closely behind.

Tin-Tin and Alan are gonna get married someday. I used to babysit them with Nat and that's all she would talk about. All I could ever think about was how I wanted to marry her someday, but that's not ever gonna happen now. Alan gets Tin-Tin, Dad gets Lady Penelope, and I get eternal loneliness and even if I ever did see Nat again she would probably already be married and have children of her own. I know, I'm seventeen and I'll probably get over it, but right now, it still hurts.

Thanks for reading, next chapter coming soon. :P hope you liked.