A/N: yeah, I've been gone for a while, and I apologize, but I've been busy with life and other fics. And to be honest I lost a lot of interest in this story. Plus no one else has really updated their Super 8 fics either. That doesn't help me much considering that what kept me inspired. Anyway, I decided I'm taking a small break from my other fics just to finish this one and get it out of the way. I find this easier to write then my other stories because I don't feel inclined to make it absolutely perfect; I just have fun with it.

I'm not completely sure where this is going, so I'm telling you right now, it you want something specific to happen in this story, tell me now so I can add it in just for you.

And might I add, some of you are extremely pushy.

It had been two days since Joe's encounter with the colonel and he still couldn't keep those cold eyes out of his mind, Bryn's last words clinging stubbornly to his thoughts. She'd seemed so scared, yet she refused to tell him why.

He and his friends had pretty much finished up with the movie though, so he was happy about that. Hopefully Charles wouldn't cat like such a jerk for a little while with all the pressure of his shoulders. They just had to fix a few things here and there then ship it off. He couldn't have been more relived.

Alice had been giving him the cold shoulder since her little fit. She refused to talk to him and she seemed to dislike Bryn more and more as the seconds ticked on. Her behavior just confused him. He would never understand girls and he didn't plan on ever trying.

On the up side, he'd gotten even closer to Bryn. He even felt like she was a sister to him. It had only been two days, but they'd spend almost every minute of that time together and he could confidently say he knew her almost as well as he knew Cary.], mainly just because she was so open in their time together. Also, in the past few days, he'd progress in his… telekinesis, and Bryn called it. At night he as he laid in bed he would throw a baseball into their air, make in float for as long as he could, then catch it as it fell down. It was fun, really.

Cary and Preston seemed to like Bryn quite a lot too, but Joe couldn't tell for what reasons. As in, he was unable to detect if his friends either had a crush on his newfound friend, or if they just found her interesting. It could have been either really, with people like Cary and Preston. He'd asked Bryn if she could read from their minds if they did, but she'd just looked at him as if he were crazy and informed him that she only read people's minds on her first encounter with them to ensure they weren't loons out to murder her or anyone else. He'd been disappointed to say the least.

On the downside, his father and the other policemen couldn't keep the media back much longer. Apparently people were starving for more information on the little heroes of Lillian. He and his friends were terrified of what could happen there. They didn't want anyone to know about what they'd gone through and bring anymore military attention to themselves. It was already apparent that someone was interested in Joe and that scared him more than he cared to admit.

It was only a matter of days though.

Preston knew something too, he could tell. His eyes were now completely gold, just like Bryn's, and he knew Preston noticed this fact. His friend was a very observant person. He probably noticed abnormalities in Bryn too. Joe was very afraid of what conclusions Preston may come to. He didn't want to be a freak to his friends. If they ever did find out, he only prayed they understood and accepted him.

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Preston waited for his friends to arrive at the town's most popular diner, (And only diner still currently standing) sitting in one of the booths patiently. He had his hands folded on the table as he lost himself in thought.

He'd called a meeting with Charles, Cary, and Alice, purposefully leaving Joe out of it. Joe was going to be their main topic.

He was very worried for his friend, and he had good reason to be too. He was acting so strange and… different. It wasn't like him to change so drastically, no, that was Charles's job.

Preston knew Joe would never come out and say what was wrong, so he knew he needed his friends' help to get it out of him. They'd find a way; they always found a way to help each other out when it was needed, even if the actions were questionable. Like the time they attempted to snap Cary out of his obsession with fire by dumping him in a tub full of ice. That hadn't worked. Obviously.

He sat up straighter as Alice and the others entered the establishment, walking warily towards him. They all sat down silently in the booth with him, waiting for him to speak.

"As you probably have already guessed," he started; keeping his voice semi low so no one else would notice anything strange. "I've called this meeting to discuss a few issues we've been having."

"No crap Sherlock!" Cary snorted, rolling his eyes. Preston shot him a glare, effectively quieting him.

"In case you haven't already noticed, something very weird is going on with Joe, and I think we need to get him to tell us what." He stated bluntly.

"You mean like his eyes?" Alice asked. "Because I've noticed that too. Plus he's been acting more aggressive lately. He's usually very subdued and peace keeping, but the past few days he's been the cause of most of out fights. Not to mention that Ronaldie girl." Alice scowled. (A/N: Pronounced Ronal-dee, by the way, not Renald-ee)

"Oh please, you just don't like her cause you're jealous! She seems plenty nice to me." Cary smirked, folding his arms and leaning on the table.

"Oh can it, brace face!" Charles sneered, shoving the smaller boy roughly.

"Guys! Guys! Stop it! This is not what we came here to talk about. We need to help Joe!" Preston said firmly, a grim determination in his eyes.

"Well, fine. I agree. Something strange is going on with Joe." Cary agreed. "And I'll do whatever you want me to. Anything to get back to him for that ice water thing. Besides, he is way too stubborn sometimes."

"Ice water thing?" Alice asked, sounding like she wasn't sure should be asking.

"You don't want to know." Preston said simply.

"Ok, I wont fight that. And I'll gladly help too. Joe needs a reality check. He's the kind of person that won't say anything until it's too late. I want to help him, cause he needs it. Even if he doesn't quiet know it." Alice agreed, nodding to Preston.

"Yeah whatever. I'll help." Charles huffed sullenly.

"But I haven't even proposed any plans yet." Preston said sounding confused.

"Anything to help Joe." Cary shrugged.

"I just want to know what's up with his eyes, and why he'd suddenly decided to befriend that little freak." Charles ground out.

"Why do you dislike her so much?" Preston demanded. He was sick of Charles and Alice talking Bryn down so much. If anything she seemed to be helping Joe where they could not.

"Because she's annoying and seems to have just a little too many secrets for my taste." Alice spat, glowering at the ground. Charles just shrugged again and refused to meet their eyes.

"You people are so agitating." Preston sighed, sinking down in his seat. "Let's just continue on with that matter at hand. How can we help Joe?"

"You trick the answers out of him." Cary said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

All eyes turned to him.

"Ok, continue." Preston said sounding interested.

"You just ask Joe things that kind of dance around the subject you're really interested in. eventually he'll let something slip, especially if he's distracted at the time. How else do you think I figured out he had strep throat in fifth grade. There was no way he was going to tell a teacher." Cary explained, fingering his lighter wistfully.

"Hm, intriguing."

A/N: Well that's all you're getting for now. I figured you all just really wanted an update. I hope it's not too disappointing. Sorry for any mistakes and please review if you wish me to continue oh and don't forget to tell me if you want to see anything specific n future chapters.