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"We were meant to live for so much more!

Have we lost ourselves?

Somewhere we live inside, somewhere we live INSIDE!"

Blink

OK, breathe. Breathe! Dave is sitting right behind me, and he smells SOOOO sexy! Abercrombie and Fitch Fierce, I think. Mmm. He smells absolutely DIVINE! As we headed toward McDonald's (Spitfire cruising along at about 75, Switchfoot blaring all the way), he was totally silent the whole way. When we got there, I shoved Spitfire out of the way to stand next to him in line, and then jostled people out of the way to stand next to him in line. Now he smelled like Fierce and French fries. I looked around at my friends and sighed in exasperation. Spitfire and Dutchy were deep in discussion about some musical thing that I totally did NOT understand, Crazer and Band Geek were chatting and making French fries fly around, dripping with ketchup and making a mess, and Dr. Allen, Dave, and I were talking about Natalie and Jean's recent rash of PDA's.

     "I don't get it!" Dr. Allen said, sounding puzzled. "They never used to do that before." "I know!", I chipped in intelligently. "Kinda weird, ain't it?" "Yeah. Go figure." Dave was still being really quiet. He seemed to be in really deep thought. "Whatsamattau?" I asked him half -jokingly. "Nothing", he mumbled, not looking at me. "OK" I replied. "But if you ever wanna talk, holler at me." "OK. I really think-and no offense here, Blink- I need to talk to a woman." "Suit yourself. Who ya thinkin'? Spitfire? Natalie?" "Probably Spitfire. I still know her better than I know any of you." "Righty-O." (A/N: Yeah, Blink just said 'Righty-O'. So sue me.) "SPITFIRE!" Dave yelled over all the noise. "WHAT?" she yelled back. "I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! PREFERABLY NOW!" "OK!" They headed over to a different booth, and even though I knew Spitfire wouldn't go after him, I couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy. OK, whatever. I wanted to claw her eyes out. To sort of distract myself, I stuffed two McNuggets and about 12 French fries in my mouth. Calorie binges always make me feel better. I looked over at them one more time, and reassured myself I had absolutely nothing to worry about. At least, I didn't think so.

DAVE

    I have a knot in my stomach. I seriously thought I was gonna throw up my Extra Value Meal all over Spitfire's shoes. But I didn't. "What's up?" she asked, looking concerned. I didn't beat around the bush, I just jumped right in. "Have you ever liked somebody who didn't like you back, or you thought it would never work out?" She didn't answer right away. But when she did, it was sort of cryptic.

    "I have never been good at expressing my feelings. If I was, Jack and I would've broken up by now, and I'd be with the guy I really love." She smiled. "So, to answer your question, yes, Davey-boi, that is a perfectly accurate description of my life right now." Whoa. She knew what I was going through. Well, maybe not all of it. But close enough. I looked up at her again, and noticed two diamond-like tears slipping down her cheeks. "I don't like to cry" she said, in a slightly quavering voice. "But when I do, it's usually for a good reason: I want out of my relationship with Jack." "Why?" I asked, curiosity overruling politeness. "He's getting too serious. He keeps talking about 'our life down the road, we can move to Santa Fe, and raise our kids there'. I'm only 16, goddamit! I just want to get through high school first!" She sighed. "I'm sorry you had to listen to my little rant." I stood up and gave her a hug. I couldn't tell her the conclusion I'd come to. Not yet. She probably couldn't handle it. I just held her and let her cry. "Was there something else youse wanted to say?" she asked, sniffling. "No, no. Not right now, anyways." "OK, then, why don't we go back?" "OK." So we headed back to our original tables. A couple of people asked Spitfire what was wrong, but all she would say was that I'd stepped on her toes. "Uh-huh", said Natalie and Band Geek together. Dutchy rolled his eyes. "What's wrong, Fireball?" he asked. She just shook her head. But when Natalie persisted, she wiped away a tear and gave her a small smile. "Can youse guys keep a secret?" They all nodded, including me, even though I knew what was coming. And she proceeded to tell them about how she wanted out of her relationship with perfect boy. "Why? Youse guys seemed so happy together!" Natalie said, sounding concerned. "I know, I know! It's just…the spark that was there before…it's gone. I don't feel it anymore." "What dontcha feel anymore, Fireball?" asked a new voice. I looked over at the newcomer. It was Spot, standing there, looking concerned. "Hey, Spotty. The spark. In my so-called 'relationship'. I don't feel it anymore. As far as I'm concerned, as soon as we're officially exes, you, or anyone else, is welcome to him." Spot ran his tongue over his lips. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Mmm. Hey, Fireball, can youse end it quickly? Your boy-toy is one hunk of beefcake I want for myself. Everyone laughed. Except me, for obvious reasons.

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