"What?!" I screamed back, my accent's gone I noted.

"How many?" I got confused, and realized there were cards in my hand.

"None, I'm out," I said as I drank all of my beer in one gulp. The other boys stared at me in awe as Desent sat back with pride. I got up from the table and motioned for Spot to come with me…I got Dee instead.

"Today sucks," I said disdainfully aloud, "I hate this dream. Can I wake up now?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"I like it too much." He grabbed me and kissed me deeply before I could pull away. But I didn't want to. I wanted to stay there forever. Just in that perfect moment, the way the world just seemed to stay still as it did when we were younger. It always stood still. "See love," he said when we broke apart, "You haven't gotten to the best part yet." This time I grabbed him and kissed him, more deeply than before. I was starving for him. I miss him.

The door bumped us, breaking our embrace. Damn it. He still held me as I looked to see Shay walk by, eyeing me. "Slut," I heard him mutter. Shakespeare walked in after him.

"Bless ya, fair shrew," he said as he smiled at me.

"And you too, sir." I replied. He certainly does keep me up on my Shakespeare. " 'The Twelfth Night', do you know lines from all his plays?"

"Yer accent's gone."

"I noticed."

"Yeah, I'se do. Would you'se like ta join me?" I nodded and pulled away from Desent. He's sad. He wants to kiss me again. I pulled up another chair (the rest were filled).

"You're all bright and cheery now," commented Spot as I sat down. I smiled the way a child might. Moods lightened, How do I do it?

We had a pleasant conversation, Shay and I, until he started hitting on me. I personally didn't mind, but I guess Dee did. He charged at him. Dee could've killed him if I didn't through him back with my magic. 'Dee, I love you, but you have to learn that when someone's my friend, then you can't kill them. I love you.' I told him telepathically. He didn't seem hurt, but you can never tell with boys.

"Hey-a-sweet cheeks," said an annoying voice from behind me.

"Bite me."

"Why the harsh words, thief?"

"Go screw a tree."

"Where's me money?"

"Over there."

"Where?"

"With the waiter."

"What?!"

"Hey, finders keepers, losers weepers."

"You'se goin' ta jail!" He threatened.

"Can't go to jail," I said, keeping my voice calm.

"Why?"

"Cause'."

"Cause' why?" He's confused.

"Cause', people like me." He started to come at me.

I kneed him in the ribs, then thrust my palm into his nose, making him bleed. I grabbed his arm and threw him over me, I could've stepped on him and broke his ribs. I decided against it, instead I straddled his head. I put his arms under my legs, enabling moment, his legs thrashed around like a dying fish. I laughed at him.

When Desent pulled me off Oscar I noticed everyone gawking at me. "What?" I asked.

Racetrack clapped, his mouth wide open, turned into a smile.

Oscar got up and ran out the door. "I could've killed him you know." I told Desent, "Could've broke his neck." I handed Jack's hat back.

"I know." He said and patted me on the back. I grabbed Spot and hugged him. I don't know why, just an impulse.

"Do you love me?" I asked him. I don't think about what I say anymore.

"Um, no?"

"Good. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"To church, we're late."

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