Woo Hoo! Wednesday! Shortened schedule @ school, South Park, & other things happen on this day. Like me updating this fic! Cool beans. And I have the queerest song stuck in my head. 'Dig it' by D Tent Boys. [From that movie Holes] It is cool, but still, I heard the song like once and it won't blogging leave! Ok, scratch that, it is now The Car's 'You might think I'm Crazy'. Hee hee!

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Part 14

I awoke from my 'nap' to the persistent beeping of my digital. I fumbled around in the dark for a bit before I finally clicked it off. Its' shrill 'bebeep-bebeep' had really gotten into my head; my ears still rang.

"Stupid idiotic gay-ass digital, waking me up like that," I mumbled to no one in particular. Suddenly, I remembered just exactly where I was. "Oh." I was on the bottom of a window well.

~ Figures. It's just like my luck to crap out like that. ~ I started to fidget. Laying on the small stones that made up the floor had not been comfortable. ~ First things first, I gotta get my ass out of this damn-ed hole ~

I tried pushing myself up off the ground. I felt a wave of nausea and the same dizziness as before, but it wasn't as bad. I was able to stand on my feet. I leaned against the window well's wall though just in case my legs gave out again.

While I was standing there, I surveyed the prospects. Either break through the glass of the window leading to the basement (and probably make enough noise to get the police on my ass or seriously hurt myself) or I could just climb out and find another way in.

Yeah, I still wanted to talk to Craig. It was a driving force inside me, this passion to tell him how I felt. A hurricane. Hurricane Amias. No stopping me now.

I guess it wouldn't be too hard, just climbing out. My shoulders were actually a few inches taller then the top of the well, but that was beside the point. I had after all, fallen down the very same well I was standing in now. ~ Probably got a concussion. What were the signs? Dizziness? Confusion? Damn, I knew I should have paid more attention in Health ~

I looked up and down the three walls, searching for a good place to put my feet. ~ There! ~ In the corner of the well, it bulged slightly out. It wasn't much but I bet even in my condition I would be able to make it up no problem. ~ And then I get to see Craig! ~

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I was lying spread-eagle in his front lawn. Crawling up and out of the window well had actually taken more out of me then I had expected. I had nearly been panting when I had finally gotten my knees on the wet grass. But I was out and I was going to him. ~ Hurricane and all that shit ~

It was probably ten fifteen or so, he'd still be up. I turned my head and noticed something peculiar. A car was parked in the driveway. It hadn't been when I had first arrived. ~ Ok, so maybe he wasn't here before. That is a FINE car ~

It was a nice car; some kind of convertible. ~ Lucky bastard ~ If I had had the energy, I would have slapped myself. ~ Craig is not a bastard. If anything, he is a demigod. An aphrodisia at its finest. ~ I laughed my dry, throaty cackle that only a few people knew me for. ~ Yeah right Ams, nice thinking there ~

I lay there for a few more minutes, not really doing anything. Finally, I mustered up enough energy to put out this thought: ~ I'm such a friggen procrastinator ~ I sighed. ~ Best thing is to just... get it over with. Hell, I'll just try the door ~

Why not? Suburbia right? Who locked their doors anymore? ~ Ywwa, I've gone through this conversation already. Maybe that fall really did rattle something up in my head !!! ~

I yawned. ~ Boring ~ It was getting late. ~ Either do this right here, right now, or get out of town Ams. ~ But I already knew what I was going to do. I was going to talk to the man of my dreams. ~ Eventually... ~

My position was getting rather uncomfortable. My clothes had already been drenched from the storm, but lying on the grass, the water continued to soak into my skin. ~ I'm probably a prune underneath all that shit ~ at the thought, I lost it. I don't really know why though, but I was lucky no one heard my giggles.

Once I got myself under partially control, I muttered "Ok, now this is getting to be really pathetic. Get up." I did. It was strange. I was like a robot, but under my own free will. I just had to keep following my own orders.

"To the door." I commanded myself again. But with a big silly grin on my face, I added, "Charge!" And my feet followed my voice for the second time.

As I walked towards the house that held Craig, I figured a few things. Either he wasn't home or he was asleep. There wasn't a single light on in the house. ~ But that doesn't explain the car in the driveway. He's probably just sleeping. Hell, school-night and all... –Dear god, I'm on his porch ~ I was. I was standing right outside his house. I stared at the door.

"The knob idiot. You open a door by twisting the knob." My voice wasn't as strong as before. I was having those doubts again... My arm quickly darted forward at the door... I twisted the knob... locked?

No, it wasn't. The door swung open without a squeak.

~ So I went through all that shit for nothing. The friggen door was open the entire time? The friggen window well episode? ~

"You really are stupid Ams." I said aloud to myself. But I was in. And that was all that mattered to me. I slipped into the front hall and quietly shut the door behind me. ~ If he is asleep, I sure as hell don't want to wake him thinking I am a burglar or shit ~

I looked around the room. It was nice, very posh, very new-age. Some sort of wood tile covered the floor, probably oak. I could see, even in the dark, that that walls were painted in a creamy white with a wooded banister leading around the room from the floor up. The furniture consisted of a few chairs, an end table, and a sofa. The chairs and sofa were done up in some sort of green velvet or felt. It was nicely set up for a simple foyer.

All in all, it was very fitting. The quality of the room was balanced to the car sitting out the driveway and that expensive-ass camera he used. Compared to my Kodak disposables... yeah.

I could tell that Craig led a happy, well-off life. ~ Dad is probably a lawyer or shit, maybe a doctor. It looks like it was professionally done. Well, probably his mum. Yeah, seems right. Probably a stay-at-home too, makes sure she can take care of her kid ~

There were a few doors leading from this front hall, along with a staircase. I was tempted to go up those stairs, but thought better of it. ~ Where would his darkroom be? Downstairs. ~

"Where it is dark. Ha."

I randomly chose a door. It led to the living room. ~ Looks the same in here as it did out there. FROM THE WINDOW WELL ~

"Yeah," I said sheepishly. "Window well." Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was... behind me? I spun around to confront... no one. "What the?" Then it hit me. My wet clothes were dripping off the water.

"Crap!" Inspecting the floor, I found I had left a trail of water from the door to where I was standing now. I swore again; muddy footprints too.

I quickly retraced my path, heading outside and onto the front porch. I was back outside. Deciding it was for the best, I stripped out of my current soggy outfit; shoes, socks, shirt, and all. I left my underwear on, for dignity's sake.

~ Figure hey, I can always loan some shit off of Craig ~ I flipped out at the thought. "That would be nice."

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I was in his dark room. The place he developed his photos. It was like I was on ecstasy. [A/N: Not particularly aimed @ Ashley] My biggest high in a long time, if not ever. "God Craig, I love you so much."

Hell, I was probably standing in the same place he had when leaning over, inspecting some prints. I could fucking smell the fumes and I loved it.

No... I guess I had been too caught up in to moment to notice it at first. The place hadn't been used in a long time. Hell, it looked trashed.

Ok, now I felt very foolish. The place WAS trashed. Supplies scattered everywhere, cabinets upturned. Something was very wrong.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself quietly. I knew the address was right. I had looked it up in the school handbook. It was the same book they had handed out in the beginning of the year.

"Beginning of the year?" I questioned myself. "That doesn't sound right for some reason."

And then I remembered.

[Flashback]

Now it seems having a locker next to the bitch is not bad at all. I was going through my Algebra notes when I overheard Emma and Manny talking. About Craig. About my Craig. I froze, and started to really listen to the bitches for once.

Emma. "Yeah, so then Sean came over and said he was like scared that something was wrong with Craig. We went over to Joey's house and told him. It ended up that Craig had run away from his father. His father was like beating him or something." She said it so indifferently, so emotionless. I wanted to strangle the bitch.

But Craig. My Craig was being hurt. Inside I was screaming with pain. Pain for the godly Craig. Outside, I kept the same straight, emotionless face that had plagued me for five years. I shifted myself so I could hear better, but so I didn't actually look like I was listening.

Emma. "So now Craig is living with Joey and his step-sister Angela."

The information was coming at me in a rush. Joey... Angela...? Who were these people? Why hadn't I heard of them before? Was Craig going to move away from me forever?

Manny. "Wow. That is harsh. So did you get the homework Mr. Simp-"

~ HOMEWORK! The bitch is concerned about HOMEWORK at time like this. ~ I tuned out again. They were back to the same old crap. Whores the both of them. Emma especially...

But Craig. Hurt. Why didn't I know this? Craig is my guy. I should know everything about him. ~ Then why didn't I know he was suffering? ~ My heart was reaching out for him. I left my locker for my next class - World Civilization.

[End Flashback]

It was all coming back to me now. Craig. His father. The entire 'situation'. ~ How the HELL could I have forgotten this? Shit ~

And then I remembered the rest of it.

[Flashback (again)]

Someone knocked on the door, bringing me back to reality. Mr. Finch stopped his lecture and the class - half-asleep and very thankful for this interruption - looked over to the source of the sound. The door opened and... In came Craig! ~ Whatthefuck!?! ~

He looked tired. Just plain and simply tired. I watched him hand a note to Mr. Finch and sit down at his desk. ~ God damn it, if I ever find the person who did this to my Craig... I swear...! ~ My hand tightened around the hilt of the knife. ~ NO! I said I wouldn't go there... again... ~ My grip loosened and I pulled my hand out of the jacket.

[End Flashback (again)]

~ I miss my knife. Why the hell did I choose today to leave it at school TODAY? ~

I heard a noise again, interrupting me from my thought. I knew it wasn't dripping water. That problem had been solved.

This time, I slowly turned around. When I saw the source, my body filled with mixed emotions. Rage and hatred for one. I was fucking pissed. But overall, I felt an extreme pity. Pity for the damage I was gonna inflict on Craig's father.

"What are you doing? Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" He asked quickly. Suddenly, the man slowed to ask: "Do you know Craig?"

Oh, now I was really pissed. This cretin had the nerve to ask about Craig after all he had done. My fury felt like acid set in my bloodstream.

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Ok, more to come soon. I dunno know when, but there will be more! Ha ha! (I can't give any positive dates because I have a band concert Thursday night, so that means no time to write!) Woot! This fic is getting loooooooong. (A lot of words for me!)