He smirked and put the letter on the desk for the teacher to read. Then, he walked out of the classroom.

The street was dark of course, and it reminded him of this film he had seen once, Tarzan. He didn't know why it reminded him of Tarzan, he just happened to be thinking what an ace film it was at the time.

Suddenly, he realised where he was.

"Ah-ha!" Carter said aloud, getting a stupid idea. "Terry's house is on this street. I think I'll pay her a little visit."

He had forgotten that people generally go to bed at night. Soon, he arrived at her house. He was about to press the doorbell really loudly, when it suddenly dawned on him.

"Oh damn, everyone's in bed!" He said angrily. Then he shrugged. It was no problem. He picked up a rock off Terry's parents rockery and threw it at the window. With a crash, the window shattered.

"That outta do it," Carter told himself proudly. And sure enough, it did.

"What the hell?" A voice cursed angrily.

"Terry?" Carter called up anxiously. A face appeared in the window. It was Terry's thirteen year old sister.

"No, that's the next window," The girl replied sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Then she disappeared back inside.

Carter picked up another rock and walked around to the next window. He was just about to throw it when the window opened.

"Who is it?" A voice asked.

"It's me."

"Carter?" Terry's face leaned out of the window.

"Yeah."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"D'uh? I thought you might let me sleep in your bed or something."

"Gimme a break Carter. It's 3:30 in the morning."

"But I'm cold and lonely and-."

"Cold? What the hell are you talking about? It's the middle of summer!"

"Figure of speech," Carter replied. He folded his arms. "So, can I come up and see you or what?"

Terry sighed, sensing Carter wasn't about to give up. "I suppose so...."

"Well, how the hell can I get in?"

"You should have thought about that before you got here." Terry paused. "Hang on a second."

A few seconds later, she opened the front door.

"Thanks Terry."

"Shhhhhh, you'll have to very quiet," Terry warned him. "My parents'll go crazy."

"So?"

Carter followed her inside. Instinctively, he walked into the kitchen and thinking he owned the place, pulled open the fridge door.

"Where's the sweets?"

"Carter, we don't have sweets."

"What about the chicken then? The ham? Turkey?"

Terry slammed the fridge door shut then.

"There's nothing, okay?" She turned to face him. "Now, are we gonna make out, or what?"

"I guess so," Carter replied, disappointed that he couldn't stuff his face......Oh, wait, Alex is meant to be the greedy one.....Oh well, who cares?

Alex couldn't sleep. He was sitting up in his bed, the covers tucked around him, scared to death. He daren't turn out the light. Instead, he just stared. He stared at the plastic monkeys hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't take his eyes off them. If he did......Oh, it was too horrible to think about. They would kill him. Worse even. They might tie him up and torture him to death. Either way, he knew he had to keep watch. As long as the light was on, he was safe. They couldn't come to life in the light. Only the dark.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the bulb exploded and the room was plunged into Darkness.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Alex screamed at the top of his voice, shoving his head under the covers. They were after him now. He knew it. Now it was dark, they were free, to do whatever they wanted with him.

No, there was nothing to save him now. It was too late. He could feel them clambering all over his covers, getting closer and closer to his face.

"Stay away from me!!!" Alex cried out, petrified. "You can't get me! Get the hell off me!"

"Alex?" a confused voice asked.

"Piss off!" Alex shrieked from under the covers. "Just fucking piss off, you bastardised shit heads!"

"Alex!!!!" The voice repeated angrily. The covers were ripped off him violently. Imagine the idiot Alex felt when he realised it was his parents.

"How dare you speak to us like that! You're grounded my boy!" Ken Browning announced.

"But, I thought you were the-."

"Thought we were the 'what'?" Barbara Browning asked. Suddenly, it dawned on Alex how stupid it sounded. Plastic Monkeys crawling up his covers to kill him? As if.

"Nothing. I'm sorry mother."

"You bet you are. What was all the screaming?" Ken questioned him.

"My light, it er......It exploded."

"I'm not bloody surprised, you sitting here all night with it on. You really should grow up Alex. They aren't gonna come alive and start chasing you."

"W-what?" Alex asked, suddenly realising they knew what he was afraid of.

"I know what you're scared of son. And the monkeys are Plastic. They can't do anything to you, so how about you get some rest, eh?"

"All right Dad."

Alex felt like a really stupid dickhead by the time his parents left the room. He lay down in bed and tried to relax, but every now and again, he caught sight of the monkey's swinging in the breeze, grinning evilly at him......He shook his head and turned over in his bed. He really had to get a grip.

Meanwhile, thing's were getting a bit dodgy at the Chaney house.....I don't think I need to write about it really, do you? Well, I know you do, but you can't always have what you want. Believe me, I know, because I never get what I wan- Oh, well, I suppose I do get pretty much everything I ask for, point taken. But what about the things that money can't buy, or your parents can't make happen? What about other stuff that some people like me can never have? Like a boyfriend. Or fame. Or wealth. Or happiness, well, I am happy. I'm a very happy person actually. Always laughing. But the other things I know I'll never have. So while I should actually be describing what Carter and Terry are doing in Terry's bedroom at 4am in the morning, which I won't, I'll talk about my angst and annoyance instead, and if that gets a bit too boring, you can just try to imagine what I should actually be writing about, if you're that sad.

I want to be famous. Why the hell can't I be famous??? Oh well, I'm bored now. Let's go back to the story.

"Carter, keep your voice down you idiot!" Terry hissed.

"But I just love...........this CD!" Carter cried leaping over to an album on Terry's stereo. "Can I just play one song? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

"No, you can't. Now get back over here and kiss me."

"But I want to play this song!"

"Right, well get out then," Terry threatened. "Get out of my room, and out of my house."

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Terry!"

"Carter, I told you," Terry began, but then she saw that irresistable look on his face.

"Please Terry, Nine Inch Nails is my favourite band in the world!" Carter begged, falling to his knees on the carpet. Terry walked over and kneeled beside him.

"Okay then, just one song," she agreed, giving in. "But you'll have to keep it really quiet, you understand?"

"Sure baby, whatever," Carter replied, putting the CD in. 'Into The Void' stared playing, which for gay idiots who don't read the credits, is the song playing in Carter's car at the coffee shop bit. Terry smiled, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Crappy little note by the writer begins here: Can I just ask, even though I made it all up and technically I should know the answer, but how the hell could Terry cheat on Carter with Tod? Tod, of all people. What possessed me to write that? Carter's just sooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. From this moment onwards, nothing like that will ever happen again. After all, we know that Carter really loves Terry in FD anyway, cos he was going to kill himself to be with her. Okay, yeah, that would have been quite sweet, but there were actually three other people in the car at the same time, so I don't think you can actually apply that to the same principal can you?

She glanced at the clock on her wall. It said 4:15am. Man, was she gonna be tired the next morning, but if she was completely honest, she could skive off school couldn't she? Exactly. She leaned against Carter and he put his arm around her.

"No," Alex said in his sleep as he tossed and turned in his bed. "No, stay away from me! Don't hurt me!"

He grabbed hold of his pillow, still asleep. "What do you want from me? My magazines? Take them, take them all, just leave me alone.....Please! Just let me be! W-what the? What the hell are you doing? I thought we had an agreement....No, not the face, please, not the face! Anything but my beautiful face! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Alex sat bolt upright in his bed, his hands on his face. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. It had all been another silly dream. On edge, he glanced around his room. The breeze blew in from the window, making the newspapers on his desk rustle. He looked to the ceiling. There were the monkeys, spinning eerily in the wind, but nethertheless, they weren't alive. They were plastic. PLASTIC. Plastic didn't come to life did it? It just wasn't possible. He turned over and looked at his alarm clock.

"Ahhh, 1:80am," he sighed, not realising the ridiculousness of it. It suddenly occurred to him that this time didn't exist. He did a double take and looked again. "1:80am? What the bloody hell?" He bashed his fist on the top of the clock, but somehow managed to turn the radio on.

"......And all 287 passengers are feared dead," a woman reporter announced. Slightly spooked, Alex turned off the radio and reached behind his bedside table. He ripped the alarm clock's plug out of its socket. Unbeknown to him, the numbers stayed on the digital display for a second, before slowly fading away.

"First thing tomorrow morning," Alex mused to himself as he lay back on his pillow. "I've really gotta get that clock fixed."

The alarm went off loudly at 7:30am the next morning. Tired and irritated, Terry leaned over and bashed the top of it to shut it up.

"Stupid god forsaken alarm clock," she said angrily to herself. "Why do you have to go off and wake me up?"

"Because," A voice said from on the floor. "You set it to go off you idiot."

"Shut up," Terry replied in no mood to be argued with. She didn't know how the hell Carter could be so cheery in the mornings. She just felt like death warmed up. She pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the side.

"You better hurry up and get out of my house too," she announced calmly.

"If my Dad finds you in here-."

"I know, I know, he'll call you a slut and throw me out. Don't worry about it." Carter sat up, rubbing his back. "You know, the floor isn't exactly the most comfortable place to spend the night."

"You were squashing me," Terry answered making excuses. "And besides, you took all the cover."

"So you threw me onto the floor?" Carter replied putting a whole new perspective on the thing.

"You should have gone back to your own house," She said as she got to her feet and walked over to the door. "I don't know why you even had to come here."

"Well that's one of the stupidest questions I ever heard," Carter replied sarcastically. "Teenage boy goes to his girlfriends house at three thirty in the morning. Why? To do his French homework? Gimme a frickin break."

Ahh, the joys of not giving people the one sentence they want to hear, to explain the situation without actually explaining it. It's a talent I'm not willing to share..........

"You've got a one track mind Carter," Terry said sleepily. "I'm going to get dressed. You can wait for me outside the house."

"Fine."

Carter got to his feet, his back aching from being made to sleep on the floor. He looked at the door. Then he looked at the window. Then the door again. Then the window.

"Door, window, door, window, door, window," Carter mused to himself. Eventually he made a decision. "Window."

He took a running jump and dived out of the window, momentarily forgetting that he couldn't fly. He realised it a second too late.

"Oh man!" he cried as he was fired into the grass like a dart.

He hit the floor with a thud, his head throbbing.

"Bullseye!" A voice cried out from the path infront of him. Dazed, Carter looked up, to see Billy laughing his geeky little head off.

"You shut up," Carter warned, rubbing his head. "Or I'll twat the shit out of you."

"Usually, I'd be scared," Billy scoffed. "But not anymore, not since I used, Paul McKenna's self help hypnosis tapes on, 'How To Stop Being A Wimp And Get On With Your Life You Sad, Sad Bastard.'"

"Great."

"Yeah, I know. I'm as hard as Nine Inch Nails now You dick." Billy really thought he was ace.

"Sure you are," Carter replied, getting to his feet. He straightened out his jacket and walked over to Billy. "Well, how about if I do, this?"

He pushed Billy with one finger. Billy fell to the ground.

Embarassed, he jumped back onto his feet.

"That was a fluke," he protested. "It has to be."

"No, no, Billy," Carter answered smugly. "You're still little mister 'Can't hold my own luggage without falling over' aren't you?"

"That was YOUR fault!"

"Oh, It's always my fault isn't it?"

"Er......Yes!"

"Please don't try to blame me for your clumsiness Billy," Carter replied shaking his head.

"But you just-."

"No, no, I'm afraid I haven't got time for this at all Sir Fall-A-Lot."

"Why the hell have you just fallen out of Terry's window anyway?" Billy questioned, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Well, gee, I'm not sure," Carter answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps its because I missed the door."

"Good, cos that's what it looked like to me too," Billy remarked smarmily. "It's an easy mistake to make, to miss a door......You been on the JD again?"

Carter turned his head away, dusting down his jacket.

"A little, yeah. Why? What's it to you anyway?"

"No reason."

Billy put his hands in his pockets. He felt kinda weird, standing here having a conversation with Carter. After all, Carter always picked on him, even when he'd done nothing wrong. But those self help tapes had really done him good. He thought back to a time where Carter had thrown him in the lake in the local park. He didn't see what he'd done wrong, but according to Carter, 'His baseball cap had been pissing him off all day'. Sometimes he was just a complete bastard, like the time he beat him up for his lunch money. Ah, memories.

"Billy? You listening to me?" Carter's voice broke into his thoughts.

"No." The blunt reply slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Man, those tapes really worked.

"Oh, well, okay then."

Billy stared in disbelief.

"So, you aren't gonna punch me for saying that?"

"Saying what?"

"Nothing...." Billy paused. He couldn't think of a word to say. Then it happened. His mouth ran away with him again. He couldn't stop it. "So, anyway.....You get laid last night?" He asked in a calm, matter of fact way. Immediately, his eyes opened wide in shock. He clamped a hand to his mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to-."

"Yeah. I did." Carter answered without hesitation. "And it was pretty damn good aswell actuallly."

"Yeah, well I'm sorry for saying it." Billy apolgised. "I don't know what came over me Carter."