A/N: I'm gonna try something different with this chapter.

~LANCE~

"That's ridiculous!" I yelled after hearing that story.

Okay, I admit I've seen quite a few bits of craziness, but there is no way any of what these kids just said is true.

[Daniel: Says the guy who thought the Voltcoms were 'magic']

Shut up or I'll strangle you.

Anyway, after a few choice words, I stomped up to my room and sat on my bed.

This is crazy, I thought, there's no way any of that is true.

I don't remember how long I sat there, but it was dark when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in."

The head of either Lloyd or Fred poked in.

"Which one are you?" I asked. This is why I hate identical twins, you can never tell which one you're talking to.

The kid grinned. "Fred," He said. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said with a sigh, "I guess I just can't wrap my head around what's going on."

I picked up a Rubik's Cube from my nightstand and started messing with it.

Fred walked over and sat down beside me. "Makes sense," He said, "Your head doesn't seem all that flexible."

"Shut up." I grinned.

"I think they said dinner's ready." Fred commented.

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are."

"Maybe just a little bit." I looked up at Fred. "What happened to your parents?"

Fred sighed. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that.

"Car crash." He paused for a bit and I could see a tear roll down his face "They-they died on impact." He sobbed.

I sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

After a while, though, I said, "You don't have to tell me."

Fred shook his head. "No. No, I want to." He reached for some tissues on my nightstand.

I remember the tissues because I remember thinking, Where the heck did those come from?

"My parents were on their way home from a community dinner when a drunk driver ran a red light and-" He broke off into sobs. "I was babysitting my siblings and I remember thinking how good they had been. We were watching a Harry Potter marathon when I heard a knock on the door. It was officer Mason. He said there was an accident and . . . and that my parents didn't make it." The last part was said so quietly I almost didn't hear it.

We sat in silence and I thought about my own parents.

"I know it doesn't mean anything," I finally said, "But, I'm sorry."

Fred sniffed. "Thanks, anyway."

Our silence was interrupted by the sound of an alarm going off.

We shared a here-we-go-again look and ran out the door.

It's too bad, 'cause I was really hungry.

A/N: Yup . . . That was good.

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Q: Do you like music?

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