Smiles and happy, happy rainbows to all of you who review !!! [I would have had this up sooner, but I had to make a *stupid* tape for band.

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Part 13

It was raining. Hell, it was a bleeding hail storm. And look at me! I was in a t-shirt and shorts freezing my ass off.

I had left my jacket with the rest of my stuff in the Janitor's Closet. It was very uncharacteristic of me. But I dunno, if I wanted to do it for real, I wanted to let him see who I really was. The damn jacket was my character, it was my symbol or shit.

And thus the freezing part. ~ The one time I needed that jacket for more then an extreme fashion statement and wow! I don't have it. Typical me ~

But I was standing in front of his house shivering in the cold. That made all the difference. I was what twenty? thirty? feet away from Craig. I could practically smell him.

I had found his address in the school directory. It wasn't hard, just flipping through the pages, looking for his name among the seven hundred other. What had been a -bother- was getting my butt across the spread-out town to the listed location with no money to my name. THAT had been hell in this fucking storm.

The water had gone into my sneakers soaking my feet and making them five times more susceptible to sores. My blisters had blisters. ~ Yeah, Singing in the Rain is cool to pantomime, but look at me. I probably got some sort of mold growing on my feet because of that nasty-ass sewer water I danced in ~

But I was here now, here in front of Craig's house. What had inspired me to face the elements, to likely catch pneumonia, to just plain suffer? ~ My undying love for a guy named Craig of course ~ I was following up on that insane-crazy idea I had conceived last night in the janitor's closet.

I checked my digital. ~ Ten A.M., Sunday, and it is pouring out here. He ought to be home. Hell, Craig BETTER be home. Don't want to end up talking to a door ~

I was going to expose Craig to my love for him. Yep, I sure was. Any minute now, I was going to march up that walkway, pound on his front door, and tell him.

But I continued to stand where I was. ~ Coward ~ I didn't move an inch. ~ Chicken ~ I just stood there. ~ Hell, at least investigate the area! Perimeter check and shit. ~

That is what I would do! I wouldn't confront Craig just yet, but I would at least get a feel for his house. Now I moved. ~ Spineless craven ~

I slowly made my way up the driveway. I didn't want to look too suspicious, but I didn't want to be caught either. ~ Cuz that is all I need right now, some crazed elderly lady calling the police because she spotted a 'lurking figure' in the shadows. Yeah. Right. ~

I got to the side of the house and stopped. I didn't go up the porch that would lead to the door and then Craig. Instead, I snuck by it and to a window. I peered in.

Nothing. Sure, there was furniture and shit, but there was no sign of Craig. I crept over to the next window. This time I got a good view of a kitchen. It was decorated with all the signs of a happy, caring home. There weren't dishes piled in the sink, bugs scurrying about, and an empty refrigerator.

~ Hell, Craig probably lives the happiest life... family, friends, and I am doing it again. Gotta stop feeling sorry for myself ~ I glanced to my right, then to my right. Nobody was around. I made my decision.

Circling around the house once, I found to my utter disgust that I had just one option if I wanted to get in. The only window that was hidden from public scrutiny was the living room one that I had started with. It was obstructed by a giant bush. That was the good news.

The bad news was that right under that transom and glass was a window well. A fucking window well that ran the entire length of the living room window and a foot further on the sides. But I had to get in to talk to Craig. Or if he wasn't home rummage through his things and find out what made him tick. ~ Hell yeah, and at the very least, look through his underwear drawer. :P ~

I carefully placed my foot on the metal bar. It was probably only an inch thick around, and was jutting out so I was about two and a half feet away from the window; not to mention the four foot drop. And did I mention it was raining? Yeah, it was fucking raining making the task probably one hundred times harder.

I put my hands on the window frame and prayed that it wasn't locked. Here, in suburbia, who the fuck locked their doors? Paranoid freaks. ~ I can only hope that Craig and his family aren't paranoid freaks. That would just really suck-oh good ~

The window moved. A little. Just a little. Pushing at it harder, I found my luck didn't continue. The window wouldn't budge any further then the few inches I had gotten.  There definitely wasn't enough room for me to squeeze through.

I put all of my weight into moving the window. I was balancing very precariously on the edge of the cellar guard ~ Fucking piece of-ahh! ~ My fingers slipped off the window frame and with them, my body followed. The water had made the edges of the window well's bar slick, so naturally, me, being me and the klutz that I am, fell forward and down into the damned well.

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I must have hit myself on my head on the way down; I must have blacked out. One moment it was storming out and the next, pleasantly calm. ~ Either that or I've gone through some sort of odd, freakish time portal and it is now the year 2016 and all of Degrassi is under my mind control- yep, I hit my head. ~

I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I knew some time had past. I couldn't feel the rain or hail pounding at my skin anymore. I lay there for a few more minutes, thinking about how screwed I was if I had acquired myself anymore brain damage then I already had. ~ Time for some affirmative action, like Dubya to the south is always saying ~

I opened my eyes. I panicked. The world was completely black. ~ Holy shit, I've gone blind! What the hell am I going to do? Fuck! How am I going to get out of here? What am I going-oh, wait, it is just night. Scared myself there. Idiot.  ~ I weakly laughed at my own stupidity.

~ Something smells really bad. Can't be me. ~ My eyes adjusted to the dim light. Besides being blurry, they seemed fine. I could see a shape right in front of me. It was a small rock or something. ~ Smells like... dead. Oh crap. ~ That 'rock' was actually a dead mouse.

I tried getting up but found that I couldn't. The world around me was spinning. I fell down on the window well ground and this time, right on top of the mouse corpse. ~ Oh, nasty! ~

This time, I got up even quicker, and this time, of course, I fell down faster. Luckily, I was able to swing my body away from the mouse. I still didn't enjoy sharing the window well floor with the mouse though.

I propped my body up against the metal wall. I looked up. The top was about four feet from where I was sitting. ~ Oh crap ~ For the second time, I checked my digital. It read six o'clock at night. ~ Oh, now really crap. I've been out for almost eight hours. Strange... it only seemed like six hours. Oh yeah, the clouds. ~ Although it wasn't raining, there was some serious overcast going on.

I set the timer on my digital for ten PM. ~ By then I ought to be better. I just hope I don't have a concussion. ~ I would just have to get some rest for now. ~ Hell, isn't that what I did last night? ~

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I was going to add more, but Adult Swim is on right now! Esh! Guess it will have to wait till Wednesday!