When I had gotten back to the apartment, I found Tyler on the couch with a girl lying under him.

The war between the two tongues was so fierce, they didn't even hear me slam the door, - and yes I'm underlining slam because I had grabbed that sucker by the edges and threw that thing with both arms back against the door frame - so hard that it bounced off and hit me in the side of the face. Which hurt by the way.

I thought for sure the loud slam and my yelp of pain would catch their attention but nope. I turn and I see Tyler's huge hand slip under the girls' bright pink t-shirt and begin its' wild little investigations under there. Gross, - it made me shiver.

I felt the spot where the door hit me begin to throb, forming a bruise. Well, it's not like I'm was going to stroll up to them and be all, "Hey Tyler, who's the chick? Oh yeah, I just wanted to tell you where I was so you wouldn't worry about me."

Yeah right. So I just walked on by them and went to my room where Humphrey was waiting resting comfortably on the mattress.

"You're such a lazy dog," I said to him with a smile creeping on my face. "I'm going to have to take you to the park from now on." Humphrey let out a low snort, and laid his head back down.

So, my day had ended there. I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling with the delightful sounds of pleasurable moaning and the floor thumping as if a Bunny were hopping around the house...

Oh I'm kidding. That didn't really happen. I just fell asleep, I can't tell you if Tyler scored a homerun that night or not, and quite frankly, I don't want to know. Ever. The thought of anyone with the same blood as me having sex with someone was just something I didn't like to think about, you know?

Instead I occupied my mind with thoughts of Jimmy.. But sadly, the memories of him were beginning to fade away. This wasn't because he didn't mean much to me - he did, he meant the world to me, but I just haven't seen him in so long. At least it seems so long...

I'm probably never even going to see him again. If I ever go back to Retroville, he'll be away in College or off being a Billionare like Bill Gates, and even if he is still around - what makes you think he's going to give diddley squat about me? He may just brush me off.. I mean why should I matter? He'll probably have girls eating out of the palm of his hand.

So I moved my thoughts on to the boy who lived downstairs. Jeremy. The cute kid with the extremely deep voice - for his age anyway. He's the only kid I've met since I moved her with Tyler - and honestly, I was getting a bit lonely. So I think tomorrow, I'll go looking for him - it's not like I've got anything better to do.

Well tomorrow came, and I'm happy to tell you that I didn't have to bust my ass off trying to figure out where Jeremy could possibly be. He was in the parking lot for the apartment, shooting some hoops with three other guys.

So why not go over there and introduce myself? The more friends the merrier - even though I wouldn't mind one of those friends' being a girl, but for now, I'll get what I can take.

I'm wearing denim blue jeans, some old black and white striped hightops and an oversized navy hoody. I couldn't find my scrunchie that morning and I wasn't going to go rummaging through all of my stuff in search of it - I was way too tired, so I decided to just leave my long blond hair down - it had grown a bit since I'd left. Well, duh. It used to go down to my shoulders, but now it goes about four inches past my shoulders.

I walked over to the guys' and figured out that they were playing two on two and when the numbers' even, you're more likely to be turned down if you ask to play. So I just stood there, watching them for a bit.

One kid reminded me of Carl a little bit - He had bright orange hair and thick glasses. The big difference was that he was extremely skinny. I mean REALLY skinny, you could see his cheekbones. It was gross. His feet were large and he seemed to be uncoordinated, making it easy for Jeremy and his teammate to steal the ball from him.

The other kid who appeared to be the red head's teammate, was extremely tall. He had bright blond hair and fast feet. He was a good ball handler - I'd give him that much - however, when it came to shooting, he lacked the necessary skill - Aiming. This kid stole the ball from Jeremy, dribbled it through his legs, spun around Jeremy's teammate and while his red headed parnter stood there with his arms open screaming, "Broch, I'm open! I'm open!" He went for the hoop. The ball bounced off of the rim and Jeremy's teammate caught it, pointing and laughing at the guy named Broch.

Jeremy's partner, was the shortest. He had a bowl shaped haircut, which was neatly cut to stop just at his eyebrows and freckles all over his skin. He had beaver-like teeth, and spit went flying from his mouth everytime he talked. He wasn't a bad ball player - well, at least not as bad as the red headed kid.

Jeremy called his teammate, "Timmy," and almost instantly, I felt as though a knife had stabbed me hard in the chest, because it painfully reminded me of Jimmy.

Timmy over-head passed the ball to Jeremy, and Jeremy did a lay-up, landing the ball into the hoop.

"That's how it's done Broch," Timmy snickered tauntingly.

"Shove it up your ass, Tim," Broch snapped fiercly. "Or I'll do it for you."

"Ooh, tough guy," Timmy slapped Jeremy on the back, as the two parted over to the other side of the "court"... er.. Parking lot and waited for Broch and his redheaded teammate to dribble down.

Finally, I overheard the red-headed kids' name. They called him Ryan.

"I want to bring it down," Ryan protested.

"No Ryan," Broch said, dribbling the ball back and forth through his legs. "You can't dribble worth shit! They always steal the ball from you before you even get near the net!"

"Well, you can't shoot worth shit!" Ryan retorted.

"What is this time out?" Timmy called from the other side of the parking lot. "I don't remember anyone calling time out. Penalty on your team, Broch!"

"Shut up Tim!" Broch roared. "You're not the one with a nerd on your team!"

"Just because I get good grades, means I am a nerd!" Ryan shrieked.

"No, it's because you can't do any sports, Ryan!" Broch screamed in his face. "You're athletically handicapped, you tard! What do you do? Stay inside all day studying and watching your mom iron your ugly plaid button-up shirts?"

Okay, I was done watching. Time to start talking.

"Hey, easy fireball," I said shoving my hands into my front hoody pockets, and jogging over to the two. The four boys snapped in my direction, - Wow, I thought they were playing it cool but they honestly hadn't known that I was there.

"Did you just call me a fireball?" Broch asked.

I placed my hand on Ryan's shoulder. It was obvious that Ryan wasn't used to being around a girl - let alone a girl touching his shoulder, so I felt him flinch slightly. "Sure, he may be athletically handicapped, but it's not the end of the world. Mind over muscle, you know? He's going to be the one making billions and you're going to be the one working for him."

Ryan beamed at Broch.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?" Broch snarled stepping up to me.

"I think I'm Cindy." I replied. "And I think you should apologize to Ryan here," I gestured at Ryan who was almost as red as his hair.

"Like Hell I will!" Broch screeched.

Jeremy and Timmy wanted to know what was going on, so they came jogging over.

"Cindy!" Jeremy's voice cracked in surprise. He clamped his mouth shut with his hand and began to turn a bright shade of pink.

"Hi Jeremy," I said sweetly.

"You know this chick?" Broch asked Jeremy thumbing me. "Tell her to hold her tongue before I rip it out!"

All right, so my whole analyzation of Broch was totally false. I was thinking he was all bark and no bite - but boy was I wrong, and I paid the price. Since, I thought he was just going to spit words in my face all day long and not actually raise his fists, I had put my guard down, but while I was smiling sweetly at Jeremy's adorable rosey cheeked face, Broch formed a fist and sent it flying at my jaw. Which it did hit - and it did snap loudly, and wow did that hurt.

I flung backwards from the impact and hit the ground flat on my bossom. The even worse part is that he wasn't finished, he started at me when Jeremy grabbed Broch by the shoulders and pushed him away with all his strength, which had caused Broch to back up about five feet or so.

"You're a real asshole you know that, Broch?" Jeremy hollered.

"Yeah dude, how can you hit a chick?" Timmy agreed.

"You're an asshole!" Ryan squealed angrily shaking his fist.

"Easy," said Broch, in reply to Timmy's question. "Hold up my hand, make a fist, throw it at her face. Not that hard."

While Broch was snarling at his "friends", I had gotten up with blood pouring down my chin and onto my hoody, and decided to make a fist of my own. I'm Cindy Vortex - no one throws a punch at me and gets away with it. No one.

I snuck up behind Broch, and just when he was about to open his mouth to release a long string of cuss words, I tapped him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned halfway, I greeted the side of his lip with my fist. This wasn't going to be a solo punch, whoa no, I was doing a doubletaker. Just as my first punch sunk deeply into his soft lip, I brought up my other fist and rammed it into his eyeball.

Now he was screaming in pain, holding his eye. He staggered around and then fell to his knees, and finally, he began to cry. Somehow, they always do.

"Look who's the tard now?" Ryan screamed. "Tard!"

"Asshole," I said glaring down at Broch's crying self. I wiped the blood off my chin with the back of my sleeve, then deciding I had enough of all this, I turned and began to walk away.

Where was I going? Well, I was off to go grab myself a bite to eat. All that fighting was making me one hungry little lady. As I went down the sidewalk, I heard someone call my name.

Jimmy? No, it couldn't be.

I turned to see it was Jeremy, he jogged up beside me.

"Cindy, hi." he breathed heavily.

"Jeremy, hi." I mocked teasingly, then cupped my swollen jaw with my hand.

"I'm really sorry," Jeremy said staring at my jaw. "Don't you think you should put ice on that?"

"It'll be fine," I told him.

"Well, if you say so," Jeremy kicked up his boot hesitantly. "Where you going?"

"To eat lunch," I replied.

"Can I come?" Jeremy moved his gaze towards the sky, pretending the seaguls were the most interesting thing in the world to watch.

"Sure," I said.

"Where we eating?"

"Some interesting looking Japanese place," I replied.