How many days has it been, he wondered while looking out to a road sign that he was unable to read because of the darkness of the night. They've been traveling for a while now and when he had parked the car for the night in some parking lot, he had no idea what state they where in. He turn his head to look over at Raven, who was sleeping in the back seat that night. Ever since their fight, the two hadn't talk that much. However, it wasn't any tension between them.
He yawn and stretch in his car seat, but no matter how tired he felt he just couldn't find sleep. He let out a sigh, pulling out Chris's dairy that he had hidden under his seat. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want Raven to know that he had it with him.

"What to read about tonight?" he softly asked himself. He would often think of something or someone and then search for it in the journal. To Gar, this made things more interesting.

"What was the name of that girl that was on his soccer team? Stacy?" he pondered. He could slightly remember her and how she would flirt with his younger brother before she had moved away. He sighed and decided to forget about that idea for story time. Raven mumbled in her sleep and her quickly gazed back to see if she had awaken.
"Maybe I'll just read more stuff about Wendy," he voiced after seeing she was still sleep.

Gar hated the fact that Wendy was so cruel to Chris, but what was worst was that he never was able to see that she was cruel.

Gar open up the book lazily and flipped through the pages until he found something with Wendy in it that he hadn't read before.

Dear Diary,

It's strange. I've always held envy and hatred towards my only sister, Wendy. And for reasons unknown, she's always hated me as well. Yet, she is the one I'd confide in about my powers. Even more surprising, is that she had not told a soul about it. But it's not like it was some heart felt confession between brother and sister that'll hold us together in a family bond. No, just the opposite of that.

We had just finish celebrating Wendy on her "perfect" performance in her senior class edition of the Grease musical. If you ask me, she made Sandi look fat and her voice sounded like cat scratching on a blackboard. Or was I just imagining that to make myself feel better? Either way, I know I wasn't the only that saw her fall on that bubble butt of hers.
Even as I write this I can't help but feel like I'm lying to myself. She is beautiful, I'm to kind hearted to lie about that. But she's so ugly on the inside that every time I look at her face I want to just puke. Puke and hurl and barf over and over again! A Puking Jamboree!

Anyway, Pukeface was getting her congrats and everyone then start yapping about all her accomplishments over the years. It was so annoying! I didn't even realize that MakesMeVomit had did so much in her childhood. I mean, who the hell gets an award for interpretive dance at the age of nine! Not to mention she published a book! Who in the world would publish a children's book, BY A CHILD!

But that's when Barfbag-girl started acting all weird. I still don't understand how she could look so unhappy and displeased when surrounded by family and kind words of praise. How I wish to have her talents and to fit into our perfect family. Then maybe one day that'll be me their all praising and loving.
I'm pretty sure she knew that I figured out there was something wrong with her cause she kept sending me secret scowls and death glares. Tired of her warning me not to tell anyone, I decided to not look at her anymore that night. (Didn't want to vomit all over the dinner) But I couldn't help but get this nagging feeling afterwards. As if maybe I should have told someone of her depression at the dinner table. And this was confirmed when I saw a vision of Wendy getting hit by a car. The sight scared the life out of me. No matter what she do to me, I'd always forgive her. I love my sister, and would never wish death upon her.

So I ran to her room, just to find that she wasn't there. This only scared me more. I had to think back to my vision and recall the surroundings, so I can figure out where she is exactly. Honestly, I hate doing that. It takes too much concentration and focus to look away form the main thing to see what's going on around it.

I sneak out the window and go to the road in question. Trees and small bushes clutter either side of the road and I couldn't help but have a panic attack as I ran through them to find her sitting in the middle of the road like a crazy person! Her back was to me, so at that moment I doubt she knew I was there, hiding behind a shrub. I had tried to move closer to her but she heard the rustle of the bush and came to her feet. She turned to look at me with a face of disgust. I couldn't do anything but stare at her hateful gaze as my stomach turned. This time, I actually felt like vomiting. I stood immobilized until I saw the on coming headlights as they got closer and closer. I jumped up an grab hold of her as hurled toward the other side of the off road forest as the car zoomed by.

I couldn't help but smile goofily at her. I mean, I was so happy! I was a hero! I had just saved her life! She could only love me after saving her life, right? Wrong.
She started yelling and me and calling an insignificant worm, along with accusing me of fallowing her. I then had to explain myself. I wasn't going to let her think I'm stalker. No way will I have her tell everyone that I'm some little freak obsessed with her.
And so I told her that I'm a psychic. Her look of disbelief I can still see oh so clearly in my head. She then started crying and slapped me clean across my face. It's weird. I've never seen her cry a day of my life. Yet, today, the day I've saved her from death, she cries and screams. She says she hates me. I can't understand why she hates me. She was going to die if I had not gotten her out of the way of that car...Wendy, did you want die? Maybe you did. But I can't see why, since your the perfect child.
She then pulled me home to tell Mom and Dad that she caught me sneaking around outside. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT! and after all the trouble I went through to save, I'm treated like a criminal and right now I'm grounded and I can't play in my soccer game this Saturday.

Although I'm not happy about how she did it, I am glad that she covered up the fact I'm supernatural. If I can't be amazing to them, I would like to be at least normal.

I'm going to start writing now cause Sugercone and Furball are getting freaky over there and I think I'm going to be sick.

Chris M. Logan

"Gar, what are you reading?" Raven asked groggily, just waking up. The early morning sun shone into the car, signaling that it was time for them it the road again.

"Nothing," he yawned, placing it back under his seat. He got out of the car to help Raven out of the back seat and into the front. When taking his place again in the driver seat, Raven took hold of his hand. She hadn't touched him in a while an the sweet, simple gesture of holding hands made Gar's face light up in a smile.

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"No, not much," he croaked out, his voice shaky from either her contact or his lack of sleep. She scooted a bit closer to him and he became even happier. He turned the ignition and glanced at the monitor to see that the gas was almost on E.
"We need more gas," he stated, but he didn't seem to care that much about as he rubbed his face against the soft skin of her hand.
"No, you need to sleep," she whispered to him, using her other hand to switch off the ignition. "You should get some sleep in back. You should drive when you haven't slept for so long. I'll drive until your ready."

"You shouldn't drive. You should just relax, since all I've dove has been stressful for you."

"It's okay, but if it'll make you feel better I won't drive. But you really should get some rest."
He crawled out of his seat and into hers. Hovering above her, he adjusted her seat so they had more room and was reclined back a little. He then laid down on her, making sure not to put all his weight on her. Softly he uttered an I love you, and softly kissed her forehead. He laid his weary head in her bosom and fell to sleep while she ran her finger through his dingy hair, knowing this placates him.

"Gar, I was so mad at you these past few days. But when I woke up this morning I felt as if everything was going to be alright. I know it's going to get a littler easier when we get to your brothers' house. I don't know why, but I just think it will," she paused and looked down at Gar's sleeping form, a soft blush on his face. He had that same look on his face when he felt asleep after their love making. This somehow making Raven smile. "I had a dream of an angel descending from the sky just to kiss my forehead," she gave out a quiet laugh, thinking back on her dream about Chris. She then went quiet and thought about that last moment of his life. How, despite the many wounds and all the blood, he smiled up at her with a goofy grin. Before she could even feel guilty, the sixteen year old boy had captured her lips with his with the sweetest kiss she had ever had. And it was in that moment that Raven realized how much Chris had loved her, which only made her cry more.

"I wonder if he had lived, would he have tried to break us up so he could have me?" she questioned. She continued to run her fingers through Gar's hair as he slept. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead gently, not wanting to wake him.

"No, I guess he wouldn't. If wanted to, then I guess he would have tried long before. He must of loved us a lot..." her voice trailed off and a single tear ran down her smiling face.

yes, i kno that this was short too and i'm sorry. i just don't know why i can't write nice long chapters like i use to, but at least there good right?...right? anyway plz review people! or i might just give up : ( Now that I think about, Raven had three guys in love with her. her ture love, her never to be, and her stalking controller. oh and to help u out a little, in the begining of the story chris is 15, gar is 16, and raven is 17. by the time of the funeral, dead chris is 16, gar's 17, and raven is still 17 going 18.

IiLWaS Trivia: What is Gar grandmother's real name? (hint: the answer is not milly)