Author's Notes: I just want to say that I had fun writing this, even though its late and I should be doing my French homework.

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"Quit calling me Goggalicious," Raz told Bobby bluntly one day.

It was a warm day, and the fifthteen year olds were hanging out by the docks. Bobby was torturing fish, Benny and Milka were learning how to talk to fish (courtesy of Elton's tutoring) and most of the kids were swimming. The sun made it too hot to run around, but just cool enough in the shade to hang out. Raz wasn't sure why he was watching Bobby torture fish, although it may have been out of boredom. A seagull circled overhead and Raz shot it without looking or thinking twice. An explosion of feathers fell into the water.

A laugh escaped Bobby's now fixed teeth. Four years of braces had straightened them out, and despite a tinge of yellow they passed for human. Raz glanced over and grinned. Now, if only the poofy afro could be fixed, life would be perfect for Bobby, who had now quit torturing kids. (He discovered animals ran faster and burned brighter.) The orange hair was the same fluffy, wild blob it had been when they were younger, only bigger. Raz had taken to calling it 'Bobby's second levitation ball'.

Bobby turned to Raz, speaking free of the lisp he used to have constantly, "Why should I do that, stupid?"

He focused hard on finding a good insult, some other part of the boy's physical appearance he could mock… Just in case Bobby decided not to use the goggalicious line anymore.

Instead, he found himself staring at Raz's hair, out of its helmet and freely hanging to Raz's chin. The soft wine red was waving ever so slightly in the breeze, like a warning flag. Green eyes grinned at him, and Bobby knew a comeback was forming in Raz's mind the same way he shot down a seagull: instantly, smoothly, and without effort. Though Raz could be quite serious, during summer his sense of humor, lost on missions, returned full force.

Raz's reply was, "If you don't, Bobby, I'll have to do something terrible."

"Oh, yeah?" An eyebrow raised as the tall Psychonaut stepped closer.

"Yeah," he intoned, voice softer, deadly, "Something so horrible, so amazing, your brain may explode – if not, your hair definitely will, Hairboy. Its just that awesome."

"What is it?" Bobby asked, genuinely nervous now. Older, yes, wiser, no. He was still gullible and he shook as Raz moved closer.

Closer. Closer. He could see Raz's eyes clearly now, the dangerous glint in their core and the soft, small black eyelashes. The sight burned into his mind, set him on fire with sudden passion, and his jaw dropped. Raz's breath was cool on his cheek. His dark eyes widened. Time stood still, the heat and the fact that twenty kids were watching melted away as Raz drew closer. Not even an inch away now. Bobby's hands gripped the rope railing of the dock, shaking in anticipation. He felt himself gasp and his heart fluttered in sheer disbelief.

Then Raz's eyes flashed devilishly and he shoved Bobby into the water.