AN: Wow. SO sorry for the long wait. I spent the summer at my dad's and a computer was hard to come by. No worries though, I'll be updating like mad now that school's back (ugh). Oh well. I'm so glad everyone hates Kevin with a passion. I was afraid someone would actually fall in love with him or something. So here's the next chapter. Hope it's not too cliche.

Wally's last year of high school could be described in one word: hell.

Alright, so it wasn't the most descriptive word, but what else could describe the pain and ridicule of public education?

Not that it was all bad. Wally was the cutest guy in school. For a girl, looking at him was like pushing the swoon refresh button. And for a guy it was like pushing the violence refresh button. After all, it has to be pretty embarrassing knowing your girl has a thing for a guy who's barely five foot seven. To know that your girlfriend of the week is falling for the loner, the class punk, the guy that's unpopular yet still not a brain is the worst thing that could happen.

On of the many 'Wally groupies' was a girl named Jennifer Miles. Jennifer was the head cheerleader, voted most popular and best smile. She had hair dye box blonde hair, blue eyes, and was the steriotype of rich, popular girls everywhere. Every guy wanted a piece of her and every girl secretly hated her, though none had the guts to tell her to her face. Her one mission in life: make Wallabee Beatles fall for her.

"Hi Wally," She said one spring afternoon, wearing cheerleading attire for the upcoming game. She leaned on his desk, making sure as much cleavage as possible would show.

"Hey," He replyed, not looking up from his pre calculus work.

"So," She said breathily, "I broke up with Jeff." She named her ex boyfriend, Jeff Frind, Mr. Jock.

"I'm sorry . . .?" He answered, not knowing how she wanted him to react.

"Don't be. He was a loser. And he was a terrible kisser. Unlike you, I bet," She smiled, pink lip gloss catching the sunlight.

Wally squirmed uncomfortably in his desk, remaining silent.

"Are you?"

"Am I what? A loser?"

"No," She leaned closer. "A bad kisser?"

"Yeah. Horrible," Wally leaned as far away as he could without falling off his chair. "The absolute worst. If there was an Olympic metal for bad kissers, I'd take home the gold."

"Don't be so modest. Show me." She knew she had him now. She closed her eyes, leaned forward . . .

And fell over his desk, lips landing on the floor.

"What are you, some kind of queer?" She sputtered as she got up and approached the seventeen year old who'd managed to escape just in time.

"no."

"Well, you'd have to be to not want to kiss me. Do you even know who I am?"

"I don't care," He said icily, hateful venom dripping from his words.

And just like that, Wally became even more adored, either as boyfriend material as before, or as a fashion consultant as Jennifer had ever so sweetly spread rumors around school that Wally was as flaming as a charcoal grill. Of course, this didn't last long, as it wasn't hard to notice that his style of overly baggy dark clothing wasn't much of a fashion statement, but more of a 'leave me alone' statement.

Which just made girls want him more, and left more brokenhearted.

Wally lay on the lumpy hotel room mattress, again mad at himself for trying to recapture his childhood.

'idiot!' he thought to himself, turning over in the dark. it had been different back then. They were young, innocent. He wished he could go back, but knew he couldn't. Everything had changed. Or maybe, he feared, he himself had changed. Changed beyond repair. Maybe that was the problem.

But then, he knew, she'd never really love him. He knew that was the real reason he'd come back. Stupid Wally though he could somehow convince Kuki to marry him. He knew it hurt her that he was back. Maybe she was guilty. But why should she be? She only wanted to be happy. Isn't that what everyone wanted? Love, security, comfort. All the things Kevin could give her.

'And I couldn't,' He realized.

Sure, he loved her. With every fiber of his being. But what good is unwanted love? Wouldn't that just hurt more? Ripping up the wounds of what could've been if she'd only married someone else. There'd be no comfort. And no security, not with his income. Because, though when he was paid it was alot of money, it wasn't a steady paycheck. He couldn't do that to her.

He had to leave. Go back home, though that couldn't be called a home. He loved Australia. But he hated leaving his childhood behind. And he hated his adolesence. High school sucked. All it taught his was that, contrary to prior belief, he really WAS stupid. He was a zit on the face of the earth, and no one likes a blemish. He was the outcast, he was a jerk, he was a loner, and he didn't deserve to be loved. Why did all those girls fall for him? He had had no redeaming quality. All he managed to do was make them feel worthless and unlovable, when really it was he himself who was unworthy. Okay, so maybe Jemmifer had deserved what she'd gotten. But the others . . . he'd killed them. Not literally, of course. But their hearts had been smashed, and the pieces were shot with novacain.

Deep down he knew they really hadn't loved him. But still the guilt trailed with him. He almost wished he'd had his memory erased, instead of getting some stupid metal saying how he and his sector and helped kids worldwide from adults. A metal! He didn't deserve it, though the others certainly did. To him, it had been more of an escape from reality, a rush he found when he knew he was breaking rules and no one was going to stop him. If anything, he'd hindered kids worldwide, not helped. He was a joke, a fraud.

And he was dumping on Kuki. Poor, sweet Kuki. He wondered if it was as bad to be around Wallabee Beatles as it was to actually BE him. It had to be much worse.

In that moment he decided he'd leave. If only he hadn't promised to photograph the wedding. He'd have to sit through the whole ceremony. The walk down the aisle . . . the vows . . . the kiss.

Wally became extremely dizzy. His breathing shallowed. How could he sit through her wedding? He wasn't strong enough. It would kill him.

He grabbed the phone, hating himself, as he dialed information to get Kuki's number. He'd just cancel. He'd tell her there was a family emergancy and he couldn't come . . . or . . .

He hung up the phone. He owed her to at least attend the wedding. She was his friend, if nothing more.

AN: Wow, what a sucktacular ending. I'm sorry it was very . . . random. Definitly not my best, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways. Flame if you must (braces herself).