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Rich's POV

I walked ion the cemetery, my feet knowing the way. The trees were just starting change their color, from a dark leafy green to the bright oranges and reds that made up a fall day. The leaves' colors would wink in and out of sight when the slightest bit of breeze puffed by. The carefully manicured lawns still blazed a brilliant green telling me that either the cemetery was greatly loved, or very expensive.

Making a sharp right, I found myself in a little grove, surrounded and blocked by neatly manicured hedges and rose bushes, therefore creating a rather thorny fence. The newest headstone reflected the bright September sunlight. "Hello Mitch, I'm back again, ready to spill my inner most secrets to your headstone, doesn't it make you feel grand?" I said bitterly. I wanted to kick the headstone, destroy the grave and open the coffin only to shake the decomposing body of my older brother, but I couldn't even bring myself to kick a nearby pebble.

"You were selfish you know. You had a life going for you. So who cares if mom and dad broke up? You could have gotten out of there. Me? I was stuck. You had a future, you would have been happy. Me? I was happy in the shadows. I was happy to be ignored," I told him as I flopped down onto the ground and looked at the headstone, almost expecting to respond to my ranting.

I sighed. It was hopeless, no matter how many Saturday mornings I devoted to talking and ranting to my brother's headstone, it would never bring him back, and it would never be the same again. I would have to carry on the family name, something I wasn't look forward to, but I would deal. "Screw you. You took my life away when you took yours. I hope you're happy," I sneered at the headstone, my anger at my brother appearing.

I stood and turned, pushing the anger back into the recesses of my brain to forget about them, when I was face with a girl. I think she was in my math class; she was new. But wasn't too sure about that fact. Was I supposed to pay attention to the people that just passed by and had no impact of my life? No, that was Amanda's passion. She'd then come to me once she found something out and tell me about it. I'd forget, and if I needed to know something, she'd tell me later on. It was good to know she was useful for something.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice much harsher than I intended, but I like the way it sounded anyway.

She looked at me, her eyes cool and seemingly portraying no emotion. She seemed unaffected by my cruel words or actions. "It's free country. But don't worry; I'm not here to debate that with you. I know how you feel. A life that was yours to play around with was taken from you," she looked at him. "Except there is a difference between you and I, I fight back."

I glared at her, my eyes icy in contempt, yet I felt a kinship to this girl. "Well some of us can fight back," my tone was snotty, just what I was going for.

She smiled, "I'm AJ. Take my hand if you want a fighting chance to well, fight back."

I looked at her, and then at her hand. Her smiled seemed to look sincere. "Rich," I answered her, giving my name and stuck out my hand. But the moment our fingers touched, my hand passed through hers. She gave me an apologetic look before shimmering out of sight.

I looked around and sighed, "I'm going made. First I imagine people, and then they talk to me, and to top it off, they disappear into think air. I really need to talk to someone about this problem." Shaking my head, I started walking out of the grove and out of the cemetery.

As I walked into town, I looked into the shop that was owned by Connor's father. A girl was standing in the middle of the shop, being berated by some guy, who actually looked like Wesley, Connor's uncle, in fact, I think it was Wesley. Without thinking, I bustled in and over to the two.

"AJ!" I gripped her arm. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Oliver just came and wants to see you!" I led her away from Wesley and out of the shop.

"Thanks," she said as we walked along.

"No problem, looks like you were backed into a corner," I answered her.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry about before. I sorta did something I wasn't supposed to, not really sure what, but it happened and I projected myself. That's when that weird British guy found me and fixed whatever I did. But he didn't tell me what I did. And I'm babbling, aren't I?" AJ asked me, a faint blush coming to her cheeks.

I grinned, "Just a bit," I told her and we kept on walking.

"So, where you going?" AJ asked after a bit/

I shrugged, "Oh, nowhere special."

She cocked her head to the side. "Nowhere special. Always wanted to go there."

I shrugged again, "Welcome to join me, if you want," I told her.

She smiled, "I think I will."



Author's Note: Eek, it's short! Sorry y'all but I didn't know what to do. But if anyone can guess where the convo between Rich and AJ came from (the nowhere special one) they get a prize! Hint: It's a Mel Brooks film. Oh, but on another note, response went and poofed! *sob* I don't feel loved!