"I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb!" Claire sang to herself as she watered the plants. That song had been stuck in Claire's head all morning. Owen wouldn't stop singing that godforsaken song until his mom called to check in on him. Which gave Claire time to get away from his awful singing. Well, if she was being honest, she thought Owen could sing and was just choosing to annoy her.

"Hey street boy, what's your style?

Your dead end dreams don't make you smile.

I'll give ya something to live for,"

"Have ya, grab ya til you're sore!" Owen finished picking Claire up and swinging her around as he sang.

"Owen stop!" Claire shrieked. Owen put her down as he laughed.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" Owen said laughing. "You don't have that bad of a singing voice."

"Thanks. You on the other hand need some lessons." Claire said, setting the watering can down.

Owen pretended to act offered. "What? How could you say something so mean?!"

"Oh hush."

"So um, what are your plans for the last day of summer?" Owen asked.

Summer was drawing to a close, as 6th grade started, well, tomorrow. It had been an interesting summer, to say the least. With getting a new neighbor and well, falling in love with him,and then almost killing him. Claire was sad that it was over, but who knows what the school year might bring.

Claire shrugged her shoulders as she followed Owen toward his backyard. "What I've been doing I guess."

"Do you think we'll have any classes together?" Owen said, as he started to climb the big oak tree.

"Hopefully. It's a tiny school anyway. We're going to have the same teachers." Claire said climbing up with him.

"So," Owen said sitting on a branch as Claire plopped down next to him. "you told me you didn't have any friends a few weeks ago, is that true?"

"W-What? When did I tell you that?" Claire asked, not facing him because of the hotness she felt in her cheeks was surely showing in her face.

"The day before my birthday." Owen said picking at the bark on the tree.

"Yeah it's true."

"Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why don't you have any friends? You're really nice to me."

"Well, according to my classmates, I'm a control freak and a bitch."

This took Owen by surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. I would love school if I wasn't bullied all the time."

"Well when I'm there, anyone that wants to hurt you in anyway, will have to go through me first." Owen said, puffing out his chest.

Claire giggled as she closed her eyes and laid her head on Owen's shoulder.

AN: And then everyone died! Oh,wrong story. Well they may as well be dead because next chapter has dun Dun DUN *dramatic pause* SCHOOL! And not just any school: MIDDLE SCHOOL! The worst years of my life. Well hopeful it will get better. I'm going into 8th grade this year and everyone tells me 8th grade is the best. I don't really care as long as it's better than *sivers* 7th grade. (PM me if you want to know what happened.) But enough about me! Now my fabulous reviews!: vana9 (again), dinorico10 (again), friedriceforlife, Scout, AngelOfTheMad, Gene Marie85 (It keeps changing to 85 when I'm not doing anything) Thanks again!