Kitty pulled open her locker door. This was really stupid. She actually told Lance she liked him. Why did she even say it? She aced speech class but she didn't really have to tell him…she didn't have to.

And now, she was so scared he might see her somewhere. And she was purposely trying to avoid him.

"Kitty!"

Kitty slammed her locker shut and saw Lance standing behind here. Nowhere to run anymore and no powers should be used either. Oh, how wonderful can that get?

"Hi." Kitty started to play with her hair, not daring to look at Lance in the eyes. Normally, she would have loved to, to look at his beautiful hazel eyes and the feeling of just being near him plus the sense of security, but right now, she was feeling so embarrassed she didn't know what to say.

"Kitty, I…can we talk?" Lance asked her.

"Su…Sure." Kitty hugged her books closer to herself, but she still felt silly.

Lance nodded and said, "About yesterday, Kitty, I'm glad that you said that."

"I know you must think I'm crazy. I mean…I…I don't know, it's just that I…"Kitty stammered really hard.

"Kitty, I want you to know…I, um…you know, like…like you too." Lance said, sheepishly.

Kitty stared up at him. "Really? You mean it?"

"Yeah, really. I…it sounds kinda' silly, isn't it?" Lance smiled.

"Not at all." Kitty smiled. And then, she broke into a giggle.

"What? Hey, I bathed last night." Lance said.

"No, I just remembered all the little kids hugging you. And your joke on the baby-sitter thing."

"Yeah? Man, all those little things really have energy. Last night, I had to chase them till 10pm to get them under the covers. And then this morning, when I woke up, they turned my room into a living hell already. I don't know how they got in but they did." Lance said.

Kitty giggled some more. "They really like you, don't they, Lance?"

"I don't know and I don't care either. They are so lucky they got extra batteries. Now, I know how my housekeeper must've felt when she kicked my butt big time."

Kitty smiled, "Lance, my mom wondered if you'd like to come for dinner next week. She and dad would be going to London for my mom's sister's wedding, so we'll get the whole house for ourselves."

"I'm not too sure…it'd be good to get away from the house for awhile though." Lance said.

"Then, be there. And bring your guitar too, because I really want you to play for me." Kitty said.

"Well, if you insist, I can't say no, can I?"

Kitty added candles as the finishing touch. She finally knew how to cook already. Her last couple of meals were always horrifying inedible, and almost killed her mom and dad by asking them to try it. Her last batch of muffins even had one that cracked a tile in the kitchen's floors. But after lots of practice, Kitty eventually got better and better, even though she still had to follow the recipe. But right now, she made a perfect meal for Lance and her. Nothing must be wrong.

Ding-dong! The bell. Kitty straightened her blue dress she bought yesterday and pulled open the door. "Hi!"

Lance tugged at his collar nervously. "Hi, Kitty." He felt kinda' silly wearing his usual clothing when Kitty looked much more well dressed than he was. But still, he kept his promise and brought along his guitar.

"Lance, come on in and sit down." Kitty closed the door behind him.

"Um, what's the special occasion?"

Kitty coughed a little and said, "Nothing, Lance. Well, I made us dinner. Don't worry, I practice a lot and I guarantee it won't kill anyone while eating it. I've pinched a little to eat too, if you don't mind me."

"Looks good. I'm so hungry I can eat a horse!" Lance rubbed his hands.

Kitty sat down opposite Lance. It felt good to sit down and eat with him, and still no parents to be seen too.

"Lance?" Kitty said, as she put down her fork.

"Yeah?" Lance said, as he stopped eating too.

"I keep thinking that…that my life is-."

"No, don't even dare think about it." Lance knew what she was trying to say. He heard that when people were about to die, they'd always have a feeling. And he hoped Kitty was just merely joking.

Kitty bit her lower lip. "I hate to think about it, but today, I just didn't feel right. When I woke up, my eye lid kept twitching and…and I just didn't have a very good feeling about today."

Lance said, "Kitty, you think way too much. It won't happen."

"But-!"

Lance cut in, "Kitty, just don't think about it and it won't happen."

Kitty lost her appetite for food already. "Lance, let's go to my room and I want you to play your guitar for me. Please?"

Lance said Ok and grabbing his guitar, he followed kitty up to her room.

The room was very bright and beautifully decorated. Stuff animals were at a corner of her room and she had a huge CD collection, stashed at a shelf.

"Nice room, pretty-kitty," Lance looked around.

"Yeah, I guess." Kitty sat on her bed and Lance sat down next to her.

"I made a new song and I hope you'll like it." Lance said, before he started to play.

"I'm sure I'll love it." Kitty said.

Lance started to play and it was really good. The music was soft yet; there was still a little rock and pop feel in it.

When Lance finished, Kitty gave him a warm smile. "It's really beautiful, Lance. And I really liked it."

Lance was happy that Kitty said she loved his music very much. "If you really like it, I'll compose more, but only for you."

Kitty nodded and sighed. "Lance, do you really really love me? I mean, it's less than three weeks and-."

Lance let his guitar lay on the ground and pulled Kitty's hand up. "For sure. The first time I met you, I just knew it already. No doubt about that."

Kitty was about to say something, when she turned breathless. She felt horrible, her lungs felt so much like closing up and her head was spinning."

"Kitty!" Lance let Kitty lie on her bed slowly and he didn't know what he could do but hold on to her hand and let her feel the warmth that was coming from his hand.

"Lance…please, help me tell…my…parents that…I really love them. And Lance? I…I don't know what I'd do…without you…I love…you." Kitty felt her world coming to an end, as she shut her eyes.

"Kitty! Kitty!" Lance looked at Kitty. He felt her hand go limp, like it was…like it was lifeless. He looked at her. She looked so peaceful, so happy. There was even a tiny curl at the edge of her lips.

Because she was free. No more pain, no more pills, no more injections and no more suffering. Lance didn't know whether to feel happy or sad for her.

He bent down a little, pushing her hair to the side, and kissed her lightly. It was their first kiss, sadly, also their very last.

Then, he fell down on the ground next to kitty's bed and started to cry his heart out. They were so happy together, less than three weeks and now, they had to be separated.

He closed his eyes, hoping the aching, painful feeling in his heart would go away.

But it would never.