Ace's POV

Chapter 24-

Nightmare.

Over the years, I've never been very good with dealing with the dark. Maybe I'm just too paranoid when it comes to it, but hell, I'll never know. Maybe I'm still scared of the dark on some occasions, while others It's fine because I'm too damn tired to notice any shit that's going on around me. Tonight was one of those nights where it was near impossible to sleep. But hey! It was completely okay because starting yesterday we were on Winter Break. I was really glad for that, because holy fuck why does South Park High have more drama than any other damn school? I'm seriously starting to think this is one of Litzy or Avery's fanfictions. They still haven't let me read them, and I can't help but wonder what they were about.

My room was dark, and a fan stood in the corner lightly blowing wind onto me. It wasn't enough comfort for me to sleep. Sometimes I considered calling one of my friends during one of these times, but who would want to listen to me whine about being alone and the dark. Or more like, being alone in the dark. Maybe by chance one of them happened to be awake and I could just talk to them like it's nothing. I slid my hand towards my phone; it was just an old flip phone that I got when my brother got a new one. We couldn't afford to get new phones for all of us, because we're poor. Sure we get by, and aren't living on the streets yet. Once we do I'll probably have to move back in with my dad in Denver. Right now, that might just be a good thing. A wave of relief over took me when I got a phone call; not bothering to look at the number, I just flipped it open and answered. "Hello?"

There was no sound on the other side but what seemed to be muffled tears. "Hello?" I called again, just a little bit louder this time. There was still no response. "Should I just hang up? Because this is getting kind of weird. Fuck, next time I need to see who's calling so I-"

"Fuck off, Ace."

"Craig? Are you cryi-"

"No, I'm fine. This was a bad idea, I'll just call Kenny," Craig said, his voice was a little shaky but he somehow managed not to stutter.

I was speechless, and I wouldn't be able to talk even if I knew what to say. For some reason it hurt when he said that, and I really wish it hadn't of. Sometimes I just want to forget about him and try to find friends that are girls. That's what I really want; to fit in. Saying that I'm awesome to make everyone believe that I don't need anyone. That I would be perfectly fine on my own and that no one could be up to my standard. Or is it just me trying to believe I can live up to theirs? "No, wait. Even if you've been avoiding me for some damn reason I want to know why. Dammit, what the hell did I even do? Another thing, what's wrong? We are- I mean were, or whatever we are now- best friends, aren't we?" I sighed, and rubbed my eye with my free hand. Why did I even become friends with him in the first place? Was I that desperate to have a friend when Monica and everyone else ditched me because I finally stood up to her? Why am I even still talking to him now when we both know that this was a horrible idea. To make things even worse; I don't even remember what happened!

This time, it was his turn to be the speechless one. At this point in time I really just wanted to hang up and forget that this whole thing ever happened. "I just really need to talk to someone, alright? You know I can't talk to anyone in my family or anyone else because they all think I'm some emotionless asshole. Even though you do too, so I have no clue why I'm trying to talk to you because obviously you're pissed. So I should just hang up and forget that-"

"Shut up and talk about it. I'm only pissed that I can't remember why you're avoiding me. Or were, or whatever." There was a loud sigh on the other end of the phone, and the strained tears seemed to have stopped. I guess you could say I was happy about that, it was odd and really out of character for him to cry. It really made me wonder if the guy I always called emotionless had just as much emotion as the rest of us. Maybe he just couldn't express it, and that means he really needed to right now.

After another moment there was a small laugh on the other end of the line. "You don't remember what Litzy said?"

"No, she talks a lot. You would need to be more specific."

"Good, now just to let you know, even I have nightmares." That was the last thing Craig said before he hung up. I was kind of confused, and I really wanted to talk to Litzy about this. She probably wasn't asleep anyways, too busy going around on tumblr or whatever. I allowed myself to dial Litzy's number, and let it ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello, Litzy speaking!" A chipper voice answered, whipping away any chance I had at being asleep away from my grasp. "What can I do for you, Acey?" Litzy said, her breathing was coming through heavy over the phone. Every time she talked on it she would keep it close to her mouth, because it pretty much made her ecstatic whenever she got a phone call.

"What did you say to make Craig avoid me?"

She laughed and pretty much wouldn't stop for the longest time. "Do you remember what you said to me after you met Craig? How you were going to make him be your friend whether he liked it or not?"

"Yeah, why?" I wasn't sure where she was going with this, or why she was bringing it up. Litzy might be dimwitted; but she has a reason for everything. Okay, almost everything.

Another laugh came through the phone; "The feeling you had then, I think that's what he's feeling. Or, what you're both feeling. But I'm not going to be the one to fuck everything up this time! You fuck up everything, it's your turn. Or maybe it won't fuck up so badly? Anyways, I need to go. Bye, Acelyn," with that said, Litzy was gone and gave me no help at all.

Then again, memories came flooding back a bit too quickly.

"Why're you sitting alone?" I grinned and sat across from some guy with a blue hat. It was kind of worn down, and he was really familiar. Maybe he didn't always wear that hat, and that's why I couldn't remember him. Either way, he was looking longingly at a table of jocks in the corner. It confused me why a kid like him would want to be with people like them. Although, being in 8th grade is tough business. I mean, this is our last year of middle school. It won't matter who are friends are next year, because I know I'm going to change. I'm going to change into batman, and everyone is going to worship at my feet except the police who are trying to figure out who killed my mother. Which may or may not have been me. Maybe I'll- I mean they'll kill my sister too. My brother's cool though, he's going to graduate this year from the high school. Everyone always said he was a stud, and hell I believed them. He sure did get a lot of dates. His name's James Jones, and I'm pretty sure my mom was fucking with his mind when she named him. His name alone was a tongue twister, and that's probably why he too, is a tongue twister. But that's only what this chick Avery's sister told me. It's funny though, my brother always had a big crush on her. I think this was just his way of showing off.

The kid looked over at me; allowing me to see his face for the first time. "Because I can, now can I go back to sitting alone?" Man, he was cruel. Maybe I really should leave him alone, then again, I do enjoy challenges. And it wouldn't hurt to get another friend besides Litzy, and somewhat this kid named Kenny. He was really weird and flirty; but really cute.

I shook my head and grinned. "I'm Acelyn, but you can call me batman or Ace. It's up to you."

"Batman?"

"Oh yeah! You know, the dark night? I'm secretly him, but he's really a girl and that girl is me. I just dress up like an old man and run around in armor defeating evil-"

"I know who batman is, but you're too short to be him." He sneered. Dammit! I hated it when people called me short, and it wasn't my fault he's some kind of fucking giant. You know what? Why do I bother trying to make friends when everyone's a convoluted asshole with no concerns other than their selves?

"I'm not sure you fucker, what's your name anyways? I bet it's something like Tucker. Yeah, you look like a Tucker. Your name is now Tucker the fucker, nice to meet you too. Aren't you just sunshines and rainbows? Man, I don't get why you don't have any friends. But hell! Us awesome people-even though you aren't awesome- have to stick together. What do you say?"

He seemed to want to laugh, but he refrained from it. "My name's Craig, Craig Tucker."

"Ha! I was right!"

Craig smiled a little and nodded. His smile was actually really cute; he should do it more often. Woah, what am I saying? I just met the douchebag, is he even worthy of my awesome? Probably not, but I'll give him a chance anyways.

Dear Adrianna,

I need less confusing friends, guys who are better at playing the love interest for my game of life. Because hell, we all know that I'm the heroine in this game. Maybe you can be the heroine in your own game if you try. We're all hero's in our hearts, but some of us (meaning me) are just more like one. More like a certain one named batman. Oh, and Craig can suck his own dick because I am fucking batman and no one is going to change my mind.

-Acelyn Skye Jones; the one patient you have yet to rape.

Question of the chapter: Can someone please tell me why i'm still writing this. You don't know? I don't know either. SO the real question is ARE YOU HAVING A NICE SUMMER? if you have summer vacay? I just don't know..

A/N: Ew. Camp. And sorry for the late update and for making this Ace's POV because idk dude. And OH. I hope you liked this chapter, dearies. Yehehe. AND SORRY THAT THERE IS SO MUCH DIALOG AND I JUST. I CANT.