I didn't really move. It was like, well, should I care anymore? Why should I fight crime anymore? I'm wanted by the law. I'm...evil now. I put my mask in my back jean pocket and went downstairs. I needed a hot cocoa. It was cold outside. I went back down to the lobby, hopefully to find a free one or something.

I took the elevator straight down the full twenty floors. It was fast without stopping for idiotic people. I waltzed into the hall with grace, but no one noticed. Ooh, but I noticed someone standing at a counter, adding sugar to his coffee. Tre Cool. God, when will I stop bumping into them? It's awesome.

"Well, looky who it is!" I said, ordering a hot cocoa. "I figured a rock star like you would lay low, or did you think the sun glasses made you seem like a normal famous person?"

"Jesus, kid. What do you want now?" He asked. Ooh, he was annoyed. But I didn't care anymore.

"What? I can't get a drink anymore?" I asked him with the same tone. There was a young guy who brought it to me. He was kind of cute, had glasses on, and was Josh's age. He set the cocoa down.

"Put it on my tab?" I said. He nodded, getting ready for me to give him my card. Instead I ran to the elevator.

"Woah, wait up!" Tre screamed, jumping in the elevator with me.

As the doors closed, he gave me this weird look. "What the hell was that about?"

"I can't afford a hot cocoa."

"What?"

I shrugged and took a sip. It warmed my whole body.

"Like I said, people like you don't have problems like people like me."

"Hasn't anyone noticed you steal?"

I shrugged again, taking yet another sip of my hot cocoa.

"People don't notice the ones who don't matter. They don't even try, really. I'm surprised you care."

The elevator opened, and Billie-Joe and Mike walked in. Oh god...wonderful.

"There are police sirens...,"Mike said, eyeing me the whole time.

"Yay. You want a medal? Or do you just need to know you're not deaf?"

"Ooh. I thought...I mean, we all assumed..."

"What? That I was St. Jimmy?" I asked obviously.

Their eyes shot up at me. Should I tell them? Would they tell on me?

"Are you?"

The elevator doors opened again, and I stepped out. The doors closed.

Okay...sirens. I should check it you, you know, just to make sure.

I flipped my mask on over my eyes and headed out into the city. There were still a few gunshots being fired. I saw where the cars were going and I just flew ahead of them. I was faster than a cop-car that'd been modified on Pimp My Ride!

Someone was lying on the ground, and about twenty were standing up. A gang fight! Awesome! I mean...uh...oh no!

I flew over them.

"Okay, break it up, boys. The cops are on they way and I got a feeling this won't look good on a college application."

"St. Jimmy?" One dude said after the firing had ceased.

"And don't wear it out. Now, scatter, if you can finish hating each other for that long."

They broke up the fight pretty easily.

I went over to the boy lying on the ground. There was a little bit of blood surrounding him. He had his hood up.

"Kid, are you okay?"

I knelt down and lifted his hood.

Oh my god...

No...No, It-it can't be!

It can't! Not Josh! No! No! NO! NO! NO!

I won't believe it!

It can't be true!

Josh...why did you get yourself mixed up in this...

Wait! He's breathing!

I sat as his side, tears in my eyes.

His eyes opened.

"Josh! Josh...oh god..."
"Kimmy...you're...?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I am."

"I'm sorry..."

"No, no. It's okay. I understand."

"I love you...Kim."

"No...no, Josh. Help...help is coming! They're almost here! Just..."

I saw the bullet hole in his sweatshirt. It was soaked in blood.

"Bye, Kimmy...I'll...say Hi to Mom..."

"Josh...no, no Josh! NO! NO! NOOO!"

I can't control the crying

He's gone

No! NOO! He can't be

No...God...Please No!

Mom, take care of him, okay?

Make sure he's safe

And Happy

...I love you Josh

Forever

This is good-bye

One last time