OMG! Are you ready for chapter 19! The chapter in which "All will be reveeeeeeeeeeeeealed!" (Kashmir by Led Zeppelin) ... Can you handle the excitement! Can you survive through this pointless A/N until you have completed this chapter! Yes! You can and you have! Now read the chapter, gosh darn it!

Sophie was shocked at the woman's rudeness, but nodded anyway. "Yes," she said, voice quavering from nerves.

"He has told you about his… problem?" Aiden's mom sniffed disdainfully.

"He has," Sophie replied, composing herself.

"And yet you're still his friend?"

Sophie nodded again, adding silently, I still love him even if it's not mutual.

"Oh yes," the woman said loftily, sipping her steaming coffee. "Aiden can throw quite the tantrum when he doesn't get his way. Sometimes he picks up the worst habits, refusing to eat certain things, not speaking to anyone for weeks at a time, and all sorts of nonsense. And then other times, I hear him playing his violin like the world was going to end. Oh, by now, you'd suppose he'd have published a song or two, but no, it's never good enough for him to even play it in front of me. He's such a modest boy. He gets it from Charles, my husband. He was a shy one when is came to certain things, if you know what I mean," the woman winked at Sophie. "I daresay he performs well enough anyway. Lord knows what went wrong with Aiden. He can be very sweet, you know, my Aiden," the woman praised, smiling up at Sophie.

What a strange woman, Sophie thought. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name," Sophie said politely.

"It's Marilyn. What's your name, dear?"

"Sophie."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Sophie," Marilyn said.

"And the same to you, Mrs. Cooper."

"Please, dear, call me Marilyn," she said as she excused herself to take a phone-call.

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Sophie continued down the stairs and found herself in the foyer. She spotted Aiden's backpack. Sneakily, Sophie dug through it and pulled out his journal, flipping to the most recently written on page. She saw many lyrics to songs Aiden must have thought of as he was writing. His handwriting was very sloppy, and Sophie had a hard time reading the journal entry.

July 27

I was in one of my moods for most of the day today. I don't know what brings me to think so rashly, but I regret every minute of it. Katie kissed me in the lake today. If I had been thinking clearly, I wouldn't have even been in the same vicinity as she was, but as I said, I wasn't thinking. And it was a good kiss, I suppose, since I remember being very elated. And for the rest of the day, I was thinking very inappropriate thoughts about her. Especially during our 'French lesson'. I can't believe I would do something like that.

P(HZ CY) + P(HY CZ)

P(CY)•P (HZ CY) + P(HY CZ)

(⅓ • 1) + (⅓ • 1) ⅔

My love for you is magnified

With every breath that you have sighed

Hello, I'm back and normal again. Wow, today was intense. Well, for starters, there was passion and deception, not to mention a lot of confusion. Katie: my love. I've never met a girl like her before. She actually kissed me today. Well, we did more than that, but we didn't go all the way or anything. We've only known each other for like, a few days. My mouth kind of hurts now. It was worth it, though. Jeez, I'm getting myself all excited just thinking about her! Just imagine, she likes me. Me, the reject of life. Sophie was kind of right, I am a bit like Erik. "She loves me for myself!" I hear you, man. Sophie: my sister. If I had a sister, I would want her to be like Sophie. She can be fun, but I can connect with her musically too. And it seems like she would know how to deal with me when I'm autistic. She knows we're just friends, so why did she kiss me today too? And I know we're just friends, so why did I let her? I guess I was thinking about Katie and took my feelings out on Sophie. I feel terrible for that. But Katie! What a gal! I can't stop thinking about her. It's like, midnight right now, and I can't fall asleep, the thought of her keeping me up. And am I alert. Not this groggy-and-on-the-verge-of-sleep insomnia, I feel like I just had four cups of coffee, not that I've ever had that much before. Dad used to let me have some before they sent me to the institute. Mom would yell at him for it, though.

I'll write more later; Katie just found me here and I need to warn her about my condition before this relationship progresses any further.

OMG! Did Aiden actually write that? I'm shocked! Please please please review, the story's not quite over yet!

P.S. The math equation Aiden wrote in his journal is supposed to be more complicated looking (and actually have equal signs and stuff), but it didn't transfer very well when I uploaded it to I got it from the appendix in the fabulous book "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" by Mark Haddon, which is where I got got most of my data on the behavior of autistic children. I recommend it to you all!