A/N Wow it's been a while hasn't it? I'm really sorry. But lots of things have been going on and I haven't been able to shake off this down in the dumps feeling. So I've been having a real difficult time getting motivated. Plus I started high school and it's been a pain in my a-butt.

Rebbie: she has. You should see her mope around. But she's still been planning what's going on in this story, only now she's writing it.

Me: thanks for your input. Can we just get on with the chapter?

Rebbie: Right. Don't want to keep you waiting.

Me: And I'm not getting a lot of reviews! I know a lot of people are reading this, so I don't see why I'm not getting a lot of reviews. I'm not mad, but I'm slightly upset. Life has been hectic and a few ore reviews would make me happy.

Rebbie: she's complaining again….

Sam's POV

I stood outside in the crisp fall air. It was a Saturday morning. I hadn't gone to pick up Emmy yet. She stays with me on the weekends and at Jesse's house during the week. The sun was just starting to rise, beautiful pinks, oranges, and yellows in the sky. It was a bit cold, so I pulled my off white cardigan closer to me.

I started walking down the path in the woods near the soccer field. At first I enjoyed the quiet, but then I started singing a weird song I knew softly (A/N the song is called Senses Working Over Time by Mandy Moore. There is no real reason I put this in here. It's just a weird song)

One two three four five

Hey hey
Clouds are whey
There's straw for the donkeys and the innocents
Can all sleep safely, all sleep safely
My, my the sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones
Can all sleep safely, all sleep safely

A few birds twittered and I saw a squirrel run in front of me, and I smiled. I rarely had time on my own like this.

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

I think the chorus is my favorite part of this song. It's odd but it's oddly catchy.

Hey hey, night fights day
There's food for the thinkers and the innocents
Can all live slowly, all live slowly
My, my the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones
Can all die slowly, all die slowly

I knew someone was outside with me, listening to me sing, but I was too happy and calm right now to care. So I continued.

And all the world is biscuit shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste

And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

I walked a little slower now, my feet even softer on the ground, trying to hear the footsteps behind me, but the person had either stopped or was walking just as slow. I think they knew I knew they were there.

But nevertheless I continued singing.

And birds might fall from black skies
Bullies might give you black eyes
Busses might skid on black ice
But to me it's very very beautiful

And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste

And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

I stopped singing and walking at the same time. I must have stopped too short, for the person behind me stumbled almost imperceptibly.

"Beautiful day, isn't it Nick?" I asked casually, staring up at the still rising sun, my hands in the pockets of my cardigan.

"I suppose." He replied after a moment, and I knew he was still looking at me, and not up at the sky.

"I guess you're right. The day has only just begun. We won't know if it was truly a beautiful day until after it is over, and we are reflecting on our actions and interactions with others and with the world itself." I said.

"Poetic." He commented. I smiled, taking my eyes off the sky and looking down at the colorful leaves that had just fallen to the ground this morning. I shuffled my foot around, digging my toe into the dirt.

"I guess I've got a little poetry in me." I replied.

"You have a nice voice." He said. I laughed softly.

"Of course. Why do you think I talk so much?" I joked.

"I meant singing." He said, and I knew he had smiled a little. Suddenly I whirled around.

"Why were you following me?"I asked, maybe a bit harsher than I had to.

"Well, Max, she used to wake up early, and we'd walk together." He said. I winced. For some reason the name Max stung.

"This Max, what was she like?" I asked, curious.

He looked sad, and something else. Regretful? "She was beautiful. She was kind, especially to the younger kids. She always knew what to say to make them stop crying, or get them to stop arguing. But she was tough. She knew how to fight. She was proud, but not egotistical. And she always put others first. And stubborn. She would have it her way, or not at all. She hated feeling helpless. Hah, she walked out on so many people who tried to tell her what to do."

"She sounded high maintenance."

"She was. But you couldn't not like her. She was sweet and nice and compassionate. Sometimes she got too demanding and too motherly, and she'd get so offended when the kids didn't listen that she'd pull away. But they always got her with their bambi eyes. Always." He looked up over my head, at something beyond me, as if he couldn't meet my eyes.

"You seem to know all about her." I said, feeling slightly bad for him that this girl had left, and that he blamed himself. She seemed so special, so important to him.

"I should. She was my best friend." He met my eyes now, and we stayed that way for a while, his dark eyes holding my light brown ones.

"You are so alike." He said, so softly, that if it weren't for the fact that his eyes softened slightly and his lips moved, I wouldn't have realized he was talking at all.

"Why'd she, why'd she leave?" I asked hesitantly, never breaking eye contact. I knew I was getting him to talk more than he would normally do, and I knew if I didn't keep him talking, he'd close up again and I wouldn't get anything more out of him.

"I did something stupid. Something so completely stupid. And I didn't realize how it hurt her. So she took off one night without a word. Changed her name and forgot everything." He said, his eyes conveying something to me. As if he had a secret meaning in what he was saying that he wanted me to get, to understand.

"Changed her name?" I asked.

He nodded.

"You are so alike."

"You remind me of someone."

"Changed her name and forgot everything."

Fang.

I broke the eye contact and turned away. I had to get out of there. I was confused, I need to think.

"I-I have to go. Emmy will be waiting for me." I said I as abruptly started walking away.

My thoughts were meddled and I was confused and I knew I was being watched from behind. But I wasn't going to let him think like that with me around. He had no right at hinting at such absurdities.

But, what if he was right?

Me: yes? No? maybe? Sucked? Honesty is lovely people, I value it greatly.

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