I swing my arms to the left to avoid a head-on collision with the other biker, who did the same, but went to my right. I could hear her grunt as the both of us tumble head-over-heels into a tree.

"Chris!" Rachel exclaims, darting over to my aid.

"Delila! You alright, sis?" A boy from over by the ice-cream stand rushes towards us, apparently talking to the girl.

"Delila? D-delila Anne G?" I stammer, sitting up with slight difficulty. The girl, just as I remembered her...perfectly straight, brown hair that was cut off right below her shoulders, deep, chocolaty brown eyes that made you unable to stop staring. Her outfit matched from head to toe, and the mark on her cheek, so clearly visible that I almost passed out. It looked, as I had told her almost forever ago, like an angel kiss just below her eye, shaped like perfect, symmetrical lips pressed against her face.

"Yeah, Mike. Fine-" She suddenly saw me. Our gazes locked, and she recognized me right off. "-Chris? Chris Kratt? Is that you? You dyed your hair!" She stood up, and I see that her outfit was, as I said, matched from headband to shoe. Hot pink. Just the color for her.

"I thought you moved to Tennessee!" I exclaim, standing up. I reach out a hand to help Delila up. She grins.

"Chris? I thought we were going to the Gap!" Rachel reminded me. Delila turned to her, suddenly shocked.

"Oh-I see you have a-girlfriend?"

"What-NO!" We both exclaimed, and I felt my face burn.

"She's my sister." I told Delila. She nods, suddenly understanding. Then gives me a dumb stare. Those eyes...

"I didn't know you had a sister!" She said. Rachel shoves me in the chest, and mouthed the words come on. I groan.

"The Gap is that way," Delila calls as we begin to walk in the opposite direction. "We were on our way there." Mike's face definitely changed then. I didn't really like the guy, but he sure could make you laugh when he blushed! Rachel's face also went pink as we turn around.

"Well, I guess it's not every day you get to talk to a Kratt." Delila suddenly mutters, looking up at me. We were almost to the mall, and Rachel was still having trouble keeping her hair off the ground. Why she hadn't cut it yet was a question she wouldn't let me bring up, but at least she kept her bangs the same.

"Especially one with so much hair!" Mike teases, giving Rachel a hand. I didn't like that too well. Wait until Zach finds out...I think. "But, I don't understand why you never told us. I didn't know you even HAD a sister."

"Neither did I," I admit, suddenly looking up. We were there.

Discount. Four dollars for a sweater. Seven for a t-shirt and shorts. Why? At least Rachel was getting some clothes. Better than her old ones, which were pretty torn and dirty.

"Well, I don't think Zach's gonna like this..."Rachel muttered, looking down at the sweater she had tried on. It definitely looked too big. It was about the size of the sweater Mark was wearing.

"How about one that's my size?" I held up the red jacket I had found while skimming the racks. Rachel took it without warning, and went back into the fitting room. I was jerked forwards, directly into the wall.

"Chris, you need to be careful," Delila said, coming over with a chartreuse Summer dress. It was Summer already?

"Well-d'oh!" I grunt, standing up. My leg was still kind of weak from the accident, and I pick it up sensitively to make sure the bone didn't crack again.

"Sorry, bro. How about this one?" Rachel came back out, and I nodded. It fit perfectly.

"Hey, it's you two again." I gasped, and turn around. A little boy of about seven looked up at me while his mother spoke. "Nice to see you." Aviva. I couldn't stop thinking about how stupid I had been, and her showing up at the Gap was about the worst thing that could have happened to me.

"Uh-sure. You too." I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck. Rachel suddenly backs up, and the boy gives her a devilish glare. When I see who's coming up behind Aviva, I completely understand. My mind goes back to the grocery store, when the boy next to my brother was only big enough to hold himself up, not quite walk yet. Now they were seven, and I was still considered dead.

"Um...hi?" I suddenly step back, tripping over something that I couldn't see. My feet were knocked out from under me, and I yelp, realizing that I was right in front of the mop water that the custodian of the store had put out. So much for dyeing my hair. The water instantly washed the reddish-black out, and I was left to nervously laughing as my older brother stared at me in shock. He knew who I was, just by my hair. The green sweater, khaki shorts, and adventure boots. He knew it was me.

"Uh-oh." I mumble as he slowly came closer. His whole being was rigid with shock, and I yelp at the grip of his hand as he pulled me up out of the bucket.

"Chr-Ch-Chris? Bro, y-you're alive?" His voice wavers, at the end of the sentence, it cracked. I knew exactly why.

"Yeah. That's my name," I sigh reluctantly, turning to Rachel for help. She just gave me a shocked look, pressed herself against the window, then sighed. Getting up in front of me, she bares her teeth at Martin, probably hoping to make him a bit nervous.

"Whoa!" I guessed nobody was expecting that! I raised an eyebrow as Martin cowered behind Aviva, and she looked pretty annoyed, if not worried, too.