(Lars' POV)
"SAM!" Catie yelled in his ear, he had been zoned out for almost ten minutes already.

"Huh? Oh sorry." A tear fell from his eye and I watched him carefully. Studying his every possible movement, this was a huge surprise to me.

"You okay Sam?" I asked looking over at Catie, why was she giving me that stupid look.

"Yeah I'm fine. I have to call someone though." He was kicking us out. I got the hint and nodded.

"I'll walk you home Catie, or do you want a ride?" I asked giving slight condolences for coming over and yelling at her.

"I live kind of far. I don't mind walking but it'd be better if I got home before dark." She smiled at me.

"Alright. Bye Sammy, call me if you need to talk." I said leaving his bedroom. His head nodded slowly.

"Thanks for having me over." She smiled a little at him. Nothing like what she held when she spoke to me.

"Bye, Mrs. D thanks for the popsicles!" I howled opening the front door.

"Come over anytime Lars." She replied just before the door shut.

"Come on." I said running over to my car. I didn't have my keys but I knew it was unlocked. "You can just get in I'll be back in a second." I replied rushing into the house.

"Hey Twist I'm taking Catie home want to come with?" I said as I entered my room where I knew Reggie and he had been, except Reggie wasn't there. And I noticed Nikkie was missing too. 'Hey, I'm taking Catie home, meet you at my house?' I texted her quickly and grabbed my keys off my dresser.

"Sure." He replied. I was reluctant that he did.

"Where's Reggie?" I asked as I grabbed my keys.

"Said she was going home." He replied. Well, that's good.

"Let's go." I said cruising down the stairs, Twist in my wake. My keys jingled in my hands as I walked out the door holding it for Twist.

Catie sat in the passenger seat staring out the window playing with her thumbs.

Twist and I clamored into the car. An odd comforting look came from Twister.

Placing the key in the ignition I turned it slowly hoping it'd start right away. Luckily it did. I'm glad I had done autos my freshman year and helped the other boys. I had stayed in it all year instead of switching, Mr. H didn't care. Literally rebuilding an entire car, engine and body, I fixed it up nice and they told me to bring my car in. They got me a nice engine, and fixed that car up nice. The engine rarely stalled, and rarely didn't start on the first turn, but when it didn't it was pure frustration.

'Never Gunna Give You Up', by Rick Astley came on the radio. Truthfully, I wanted to sing it, but not with her in the car. Looking in the rearview mirror I saw Twister antsy to sing it. Classical music was a real taste of ours and had been for awhile.

"We're no strangers to love," I sang.

"You know the rules and so do I." Twister retorted back.

"A full commitments what I'm thinking of." This was a blast. I loved my little brother he was hilarious.

"You wouldn't get this from any other guy." Twister was obviously having a blast too.

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling."

"Gotta make you understand."

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye.
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you." We sang together having so much fun. My head was thrown back as I sang and I belted it out. Our voices sounded terrible, mine more so then Twisters. Catie gave us a dirty look as we sang, but that didn't bother us at all.

Twist and I sang the song laughing at the end. I'm sure I almost crashed a few times but I really didn't care. Catie had been giving me directions the entire time.

"Here." She pointed to a vibrant blue house, it made me chuckle a little. It looked just like Bobby's house. Bobby used to be one of my friend's I'm not exactly sure what happened to him. I miss his humor. The one main thing I really remember was that Reggie had really liked him. That was the only major thing.

I pulled into the driveway and unlocked the doors. My hand was resting on the consol; I never drove with two hands on the wheel. My left always managed the wheel, I'm left handed, and usually if I wasn't singing my hand rested on the consol. Her fingers brushed against mine and I felt a chill rip through my body. The feeling made me sick I hated it. She liked me, why?

Watching to make sure she got into her house, I waited. Once her front door opened I disappeared. Just fucking flew out of that driveway. Twister gave me a strange look, it confused me.

"Yeah?" I asked looking in the rearview mirror.

"Nothing." He replied jumping into the passenger seat.

"Anywhere you want to go Twist?" I asked wondering why he was giving me all those weird looks.

"Are you dating Catie?" I literally stopped the car. That look he gave made me laugh a little.

"You've got to be kidding me. You know I like Nik-…" I paused mid-sentence, he didn't know I liked Nikkie. He believed I liked Reggie. "I-I-I mean I don't like Catie." I replied. We were maybe a street away from the one I had to turn on. I watched his face turn, then watched him drop the subject.

"Oh, okay. She's really strange. Why's she acting like that with you?" He asked me, and his cell phone rang. It made me laugh a little. The song playing was 'Stand' by Rascal Flatts, it was a gorgeous song.

"Yeah?" He asked putting it on speaker phone.

"You see Reg?" The voice asked, it was definitely Otto's. Which totally made sense as to why that ring tone was selected for Twist's best bro, that boy withstood things no one else could ever even face.

"She said she was going home." Twister replied. Oh, goody, Reggie was gone.

"I don't think she ever came home. Hang on." I heard Otto yell something a little inaudible to his father. Probably asking if Reggie ever came home.

"Alright."

"Not that either of us know of and she won't answer her cell phone." Otto finally said. Just dandy.

"Lars and I are out, we'll look around." Twister replied quietly. He was scared. I knew Twist liked Reggie, and I knew he wanted Nikkie too. I felt my phone vibrate, but it was a second vibration, as if I missed a text. I took my phone out of my pocket and rested it under my legs, I'd check it in a second.

"Thanks bro." Otto replied, "I'm going to search around here, maybe have Sammy come with me. Well, I'll go. Call if you find her." The boy was worried sick about his sister.

"Will do." Twister hung up his phone and shoved it in his pocket. "Where first?" He asked as if I really knew.

"Beach?" I thought, usually she went there when something was wrong.

"I suppose." Twister said. That's where we went. Reggie wasn't there.

"Pier?" We sprinted onto the pier. Where the hell was this girl? Had she totally vanished. Walking back to the car we wondered where she would go. Literally we checked any place we could think of. MadTown. The Shore Shack. The High school. The middle school. The elementary school. Twister checked the secret spot. I swear we checked everywhere and still we hadn't found her.

Worry began to eat me away and it didn't feel good. I bet it was eating at Twister too. "Twist go check the strip, I'll check everywhere again." I told him as we split. Actually I didn't split. I had a sharpened knife under my seat. Quickly I slithered it across my wrist and ran the blood off in the bathroom of a gas station only steps away. I dried it off and smiled a little. I shouldn't have done it. I shrugged and remembered my phone had vibrated. 'Baseball field.' The text was from Nikkie, I wasn't sure what she meant, but it was worth a shot to find Reggie.

The boys were practicing on the biggest field. I saw a phenomenal pitcher throwing to a catcher. I'm certain the person wasn't on the team. Blonde hair lingered from underneath a hat. Most of it was put into a hat. A baggier shirt covered the person's torso and a pair of jeans covered their bottom half. Cleats clung to their feet, but that person just did not fit in.

Certainty took over me, it had to be Reggie, but I couldn't be sure. The catcher stood up. I had seen him before, he was a good batter, and an okay fielder, but he was a real pitcher. I wondered why he wasn't pitching, but Reggie's pitches really brought on heat. If that really was Reggie.

A kid walked by me. I'm pretty sure his name was Daniel.

"Hey, who is that pitching?" I asked. The damn kid was so much shorter than me I think he was surprised.

"I don't know the guy just showed up asked if he could pitch. At least I think it's a guy. I'm not positive." His hair had been cut short, his glasses a little lopsided, but he had a straight smile. Nearly a foot shorter than myself I was kind of surprised at how he reacted to my authority. Obviously, he knew I was aged maybe two years ahead of him.

"Who are they pitching to?" Uncertainty was all around. Now I wasn't positive if it was Reggie. I still couldn't see the person's face.

"That's Corey. Uh, Brandi's little brother or best friend. Something like that she always calls him her little brother. Not really little. Maybe a year younger?" He replied looking over to the two.

Brandi was a senior, I knew that. Her 'brother' was a junior. Corey, I knew who he was. I think he had played on the B-string soccer team. Even though he was a lot better then some of the A kids. This year I'd make sure he made it to A-string if he tried out. I'm pretty sure that Reggie knew Brandi, and they were friends.

"Thanks." I said scanning the field again.

"You're welcome Lars." He said walking away. How the hell did he know my name? Oh, yeah he had come to some soccer games. I wasn't captain back then, but I might as well had been. Almost everyone knew my name.

Slowly I made my way to the dugout which was by far closer to the pitcher/catcher pair. Still I could not see the pitcher's face.

"Hey Roger." I said beckoning him over.

"Yeah?" He asked as if I was going to beat him.

"Who is Corey catching for?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Could you get him over here for a minute?" He nodded. I didn't want to call attention to myself and let the pitcher, if it was Reggie, catch onto me.

Roger went onto the field and got Corey to walk back with him reluctantly. Corey was slipping his glove off and shaking his hand a little.

"Hmm?" He asked walking over. I didn't remember Corey looking this way. He had lost a little bit of weight since the soccer season had ended. Baseball obviously kept him in good shape. His hair was thick and slightly matted with sweat. It was a deep brown, almost black, I guess. Freckles covered his face, but a lot weren't seen because his hair now reached to his eyes. I remembered his eyes being an intense cocoa brown, envious green or sometimes a yellowish color. His eyes were pretty cool. He stood maybe five feet, ten inches. Muscular legs really stood out, his calves were enormous, and his arms weren't scrawny either. I assumed he played guitar because of his lower arms, but his upper arms were muscular too.

"Who are you pitching with?" I finally questioned.

"Uh, I don't have any idea. Didn't say a name." He told me. I knew he was lying, I could tell. "Why?"

"I've been looking for Reggie. She was at my house, said she was going home. Otto called said she never came home."

"Oh?" He questioned. Then he got it. Maybe he was pitching with Reggie. "Hang on."

"Alright." I replied. Corey had run onto the field at a brisk pace over to the pitcher's mound.

I didn't hear what he was saying, but he came back after about five minutes. His face was slightly grim, I didn't enjoy that.

"Well, you definitely are not supposed to know it's Reggie. She doesn't know you're here, at least, I don't think so. Apparently, she's trying to avoid Otto because she was going back and was going to go in the door, but heard him ranting and she didn't like the sound but she had heard her name multiple times and how stupid she was and how everyone hated her. Stuff like that. I wouldn't talk to her though. She's really enjoying the pitching. We might let her pitch the game if she's up to it." He replied. I slowly let it sink in that Otto was starting shit again.

"Alright, thanks Core." He had started to head back when I remembered. "Hey, are you going out for soccer this year?"

"Yeah, they'll put me on B again and it'll be so stupid." He cocked a half grin, I felt bad.

"Well, this year I'm captain and I saw you play last year. There's no way you're going on B, I'll be certain of that." I patted his shoulder. He nodded at me. Making my way to the stands I sat on the side cheering for, well I think they were called the Vipers.

Pulling my phone out and I dialed Twister's number and put it to my ear.

"Yeah?" He asked picking up his phone.

"I found her just come to the baseball park and don't make a fucking commotion or I'll kill you. Don't even let her see you. She's pitching. Warming up with Corey." I told him.

"Alright. You in the stands?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'll see you in a few." I said and hung up.

Twister slowly made his way over to the park. His body appeared hidden among the fence, she wouldn't see him. I turned to the warm ups Corey had started pitching to Reggie. The boy had a damned arm. He'd go far.

Finally, his body sunk next to mine, I swear I thought he'd cry. I had no idea why he looked like such a little kid to me and it hurt me to see him this way. My arm pulled Twist close to me. Yeah, it felt a little gay but the boy needed comfort.

"What's wrong bro?" I asked looking at him with such uncertainty that I'm sure he couldn't be positive if he could trust me.