Disclaimer: I only own Christine, no one else wants her.. This is written as a flashback type thing... so... Read. I command you! Or don't, it's up to you.

You... You love him don't you?

No. No I don't. Love is a figment of the imagination...Besides, boys have cooties.

Then why are you sitting next to him, giving him sympathetic looks, nodding your head as he tells you of his problems?

Because I'm his friend. Now shut up, I'm trying to listen.

Friendship is a form of love, is it not?

...Touché..

Then you do love him.

You mean the kind of emotions that develop until a couple is married. I love him like a brother. It is two completely different things... Weren't there two of you?

Yes. Aw look, you're talking just like him.

No i'm not.

You're right, he talks like you.

No he doesn't.

Just listen to how he's talking. Pausing in certain places, he's even starting to pronounce words like you!

People pick these things up. It's just the human nature, a sub-conscious adjustment.

True, but isn't it funny that he picked up on your particular speech pattern?

No, it's only logical that it would be my speech pattern because he's not around people often. Why are you mocking him? Can't you at least tolerate him? Just for a while?

And now you're standing up for him!

Hey, it's not like he can hear you.

Someone's a little testy today..

You won't shut up!

Fine, leave me alone and talk to your little boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend you annoying ass tick!

Rudeness...

I'm rude? I'm rude! You're the one that keeps making all of the accusations! I have never been so insu-

He's looking at you.

Huh?

"Christine, are you there?" Johnny waved a hand in front of Christine's face.

"Huh? Oh yeah, um.. I'm sorry, I missed that last part," Christine shifted uncomfortably on the bed where the two sat.

"I asked if you were going to be in any plays soon," Christine blinked.

Wasn't he just complaining a little while ago?

Yeah. I wonder if when you get into spats he'll change the subject like that.

If I could see you, I'd hit you.

"Christine," Johnny was getting annoyed.

"Yes," Christine said quickly, "They still need some more volunteers though."

Johnny's eyes widened, "Christine. No."

"I mean, 'cause it would really be a shame for the whole thing to go to waste. But if no one will volunteer..."

"Christine, I'm not going to do it."

"Do what? I was simply stating that if we don't get more actors soon, the play would be canceled. And we all worked so hard on it too.."

Johnny sighed, "I hate you."

Christine grinned, "Are you sure I'm not aloud to hug you?"

"Touch me and die."

It's obvious that you must love him in some sort of way. Let's list them all off shall we? You adore his mind, you are always trying to get him to talk so you can hear his voice, not to mention the whole bet where you made him sing, you keep trying to make him happy, you're even trying to find loopholes in his rules so you can have some sort of physical contact! You, my poor deluded friend, are in love.

Now let's counter that attack with one of my own shall we? Johnny is a very intelligent person and I respect, not adore, his mind. I try to get him to talk because it's my nature, I'm talkative. And for your information I was curious as to how much his voice would change when singing. I try to keep him happy because I don't like to see people I care about, not love in this case, upset. You're whole physical contact statement is entirely off. I'm grateful. He's going to be helping us save the musical I'm going to be in.

Madam, those are horrible excuses.

Not to me, and last time I checked you both were part of me... Where'd you come from!

... You should know if we're part of you.

Oh come on! How juvenile can you get! What am I? You're keeper?

... Yes..

"Christine!" Johnny was gripping onto Christine's shoulders and shaking her. She had completely zoned out on him, her righteye was twitching along with her hands.

Christine blinked, confused, "Ow," she said irritably. Johnny let go of her arms. Christine rolled up her sleeves. Where Johnny had dug his nails into her arms, little drops of blood formed. Christine pulled her sleeve back over her arm.

"I'm sorry Johnny, but... I think I'll come back tomorrow. I just remembered something that had escaped my memory. Goodbye."

Before Johnny had any time to ask questions, Christine was out the window and running home.

Christine awoke the next morning to... silence. That's odd. She slowly sat up then cracked her neck, back, and fingers, 'Nasty habit.'

Christine didn't hate sleep, she hated waking up. She hated grogginess and having to crack various parts of her body.

What? No insults? I'm still angry and I'd love to argue!

Silence.

"Damn cowards," she muttered. Christine got dressed in her usual attire and went downstairs. No one was up yet... they wouldn't miss her much.

"Mom! I'm going out!" She shouted. Christine knew her mother wouldn't wake up that easy, but now she had an excuse.

It was morning so she decided to knock instead of go threw the window. A fairly tall, black haired woman answered.

"Hello Mrs.C! Is Johnny here?" Stupid question. The woman smiled nervously.

"Yes but um.. He's not in the best of moods," She said softly. Christine paled, this was not good.

"Well can I still see him?" She was trying to keep herself from looking panicked, and failing miserably.

The woman stepped aside, "Well I suppose..."

"Thanks!" She ran up the stairs and flung open Johnny's door to see destruction. He had torn the place apart. Knocking over mirrors and dressers, anything he could've ever gotten his hands on, was destroyed.

Christine shut the door after her and looked about the room, "Johnny?" she called softly. Christine herself, was turning things over looking for him. Johnny was so thin he could probably fit anywhere! She pulled his mattress over from it's upright position.

Johnny had been using it as a make-shift fort. He was curled up in a ball, staring out into space. His normally pale face was flushed and tear streaked. She kneeled down behind him and wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders. Christine leaned against his back. Johnny didn't even notice her presence.

"What's going on?" Christine asked half to herself and half to him. Faintly she heard in the back of her mind:

If you couldn't love him before, let's see how well off you are when he's insane.

Christine protectively tightened her grip on the now sobbing person in front of her, as if she could save him like this.

All she could think of was:
I hate you Mr. Eff. I hate you PhsychoDoughboy.

Yeah... voices going from one person to the other... It could happen! In my strange world at least. Review if you want another chapter!