Wow, people actually like this story so far. I know there's a lot of speculation over who the character is, and what gender it is, and what the hell is going on with the story, but you know me…well, some of these reviewers are new, so they may not know my style, but I always have a twist. It's just the way my writing is. So let's get onto the reviews and then delve into my newest creation.

xcrazibabii69x: Thanks, I'm glad that my job is good! That makes me happy. Marco or Emma? Good guess, you'll have to stick around to find out.

MascaraTearsnMoonlitEyes: MMmmmm….Craig? Good guess also…Marco? Dylan? Ashley? Are you just guessing out of the air, lol. You'll see!

icantstopthinkingofyou: (adds confused sign to back) yes…yes…we all are.

SkittlesStar25: Well…I got a omg, which is always awesome, and a great, which is also cool, Spinner? Dylan? I'm updating right now, so be happy…oh and you know I always dye the characters hair some color or another.

Sarkney101: Paige? Not Marco and Dylan cause they're gay…right. Okay, good guess. Wild guesses are better than no guesses at all.

roxylover330: I'm glad you read the context and found out that supposedly it's not a girl. While I am a big Shipper of Slash…lol (SOS.) I normally don't write femslash…mainly because I dunno how. Straight guy? Sean? Spinner? Interesting….

Chapter 2: Paris

A lot of people think I'm a girl.

Which is pretty odd…

A lot of people think I'm a boy…

Which is pretty annoying.

I mean, I've been hit on by so many guys and girls while driving down this city streets It's giving me a headache.

"Hey honey, looking for a good time?"

"Hey baby, what's a pretty girl like you doing lookin' so sad?"

"Are you hurt? I mean, it must not have been a pretty fall falling out of heaven like that"

"If you're the matrix, then I'm the one"

It gets pretty sickening, and annoying, and old so normally I become whatever they want me to be.

Boy

Girl

It doesn't matter, in New York, if you're pretty, you can go so many places.

And I know I am pretty, dashing, handsome…feminine.

And I know I'm brooding, and smart and sarcastic and rude.

And I know that somehow I'll end up making the biggest mistake of my life today, because every other day, I feel that I will. And today, oh yeah, today I know I will. So now here I am, the dark city streets are surrounding me like a horrible tide of mist as I park into one of the small alley ways and wait a few minutes, catching my breath.

I think that cigarettes may actually be bad for you.

So I take out another one from my back pocket, my hands shaking jerkily because I have no self control, and stick it in between my lips. I turn around as the smoke swirls from my lips and into the air to see a kid in a corner, pushed up against the wall, a blade right next to his neck and a man with a mask cursing him out.

"Give me the fucking bag" He snapped, holding the blade closer, pressing it into his skin slightly.

The boy shivered," N—No. My—my friend gave me that before…she-" He stopped short as his eyes widened and the blade went clear across his neck.

His head slid down to the side as the robber went off with the bag, which held the supposed thing that they boy was fighting so hard for and down the block. I took another smoke again, twirling the white stick in between my fingers as he cried out for help. His voice becoming lower and lower….

Until it was a gurgle.

And then a gasp.

I turned around and went back into the car, I needed a new pack of cigarettes.

And no, that wasn't the thing that was supposedly the biggest mistake of my life. Because I've seen worse things. I think if I'm lucky maybe I can score a free drink off what ever boy, girl, gay, lesbian person that decided to hit on me tonight.

"Kid, shut up" I said as I covered his mouth with my hand," Stop crying, take a deep breath and tell me what the hell is the matter"

We were inside my car now, this boy, all fucked up looking, bawling like…like a fucking baby in the back seat of my car. How did this happen? Oh god, my headache is back again. It's a long story. All I know is that one minute I was inside the bar, some person named Penny…or some guy named Benny, hitting on me, slurring words into my ears and tipping their drink into the air, and then the next minute there's this…kid, inside the car with me.

"Will you shut the hell up!" I snapped and he suddenly quiets his whimpers and moans until it's just a little sniffle," Thank you" I sigh out and run a hand through my matted hair, I need to wash this shit. " Okay, now what's the problem?"

"My—my dad—" The boy stuttered out, crying again.

Oh god, another person who stutters.

I was about to ask him what about his father when someone banged on my window. I turned around just as the boy emitted a scream, which was so annoyingly high pitched and loud. A guy, in like…his forties can banging on the window, " Open the fucking door, boy" The guy snapped.

I guess that was his dad.

He yanked on the door violently until the back lock, which was very loose, popped off. He yanked the kid out of the car and automatically he hit the floor, shaking. " Da-" The boy stopped off when his father kicked him in the ribs.

Okay, now I know you're going to think I was really hypocritical since I didn't save that guy in the back alley but now I suddenly had this urge to save this kid here, but I don't really care, because I don't have to explain my actions…to myself. So I hopped out the car as the father continued the assult on his son. " I can-" He kicked him in his arm," Believe that when I came home, that you'd-" He kicked his other arm," be there with some dirty-" He jabbed him in the chest, his foot landing right above his belly button. And I only observed this due to the fact that his shirt had risen up from all the violent kicks. "Fucking—" He kicked him straight in the head.

I flinched and grabbed his wrist," Who the fuck are you?" He snapped, wheeling around to punch me as well, but though I may be girly I know how to kick some ass. As his fist came up towards my jaw I dropped down and swooped my leg from under his leg and knocked him down to the floor, and then punched him in the side. As he rolled over in pain I know I had two of three choices.

1.I could go back to my car and drive to find some other bar.
2.I could pick up the kid now and risk getting tackled from behind 3.finish beating the shit out of this guy and then rescue the kid.

I bent down, punched him hard enough to knock him out and then ran over to the boy who was bleeding badly, as I rolled him over I could see that he was bleeding badly, obviously, due to the fact that he wasn't moving. I pulled him up into a sitting position and slapped his face to get him to come to," Come…on, kid…wake up, I don't want you bleeding in my car" I stopped as his eyes opened up slowly, though he was barely auidble and whispered," Thank you"

I looked over at his dad," Where do you live?"

"No, you can't take me there…." He stuttered, trying to get up but failing miserably.

"Okay…" I trailed off, " Where to then?"

"Anywhere…with you, but here" He stammered.

Now I was stuck with this kid.

I knew I was going to make the biggest mistake of my life today.

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