(I forgot to mention at the end of the last chapter that this chapter will be in Jimmy's POV and that it will take place the night before Craig leaves during "Together Forever".)

3 –Have a Pow-Wow Tonight

It's still amazing to believe that Craig is actually leaving Degrassi tomorrow to land a record deal. I mean, I always knew the guy was nuts, but… wow. I guess it's cool that he's following his dream, though. So tonight, Marco, Ellie and I are all going to meet up outside Craig's house. We're going to give him a big send off by spray painting "See ya sucker!" on Joey's car… Ha, just kidding (that would practically be suicide). We are, however, going to make a huge banner to hang outside the garage.

Craig. I sure am going to miss the guy… and the band, too, for that matter. I don't know though… in some ways it's a relief that Craig's leaving. Now, without my Everything-Is-About-The-Band friend around, I might be able to focus more on my art.

I unconsciously reach into my nightstand drawer to pick up my sketchpad before remembering that Ellie still has it. She said that she's going to give it back tonight. She's had it for a while now and just keeps forgetting to return it to me. It's okay though. I had been planning on giving it to her anyway… until she went and told me that she "has more than just friendly feelings" for Craig. I freaked out. What else could I do? I had been planning on telling her that I liked her that night. See, I was going to give her the sketchpad to do it. The first few pages were a collection of some of my best pictures, followed by a picture of Ellie (that I spent hours making) and topped off with "You're my inspiration. Be mine? Love, Jimmy" written on the last page. God, now I feel like such an idiot. Like Ellie would ever want to go out with some crippled ex-basketball player. I'll never be able to even try to compete with a guy like Craig.

I look at the clock. It's midnight. I guess I should be going. I reach into my nightstand to reach for the sketchpad that isn't there once more before leaving (must be a nervous habit now, I guess). The night air is cool and refreshing. Not to mention invigorating. I feel pumped and ready to have a great time tonight. Paint: $10. 5ft by 10ft Canvas Sheet: $15. Quality time spent painting with Ellie? Priceless. Okay, that was cheesy, but I can't help it. I'm excited.

Obviously Marco is excited to. Even in the dark I can see that he is practically skipping towards me. When he reaches me he jumps onto my lap –which almost makes my wheelchair topple over. "Ah, now I can take a break," Marco says sitting on my lap.

"Um, I think you're under the misconception that I'm a public transportation system," I say while now having to wheel the combined weight of Marco and me –not an easy task.

"Can't you go any faster?" Marco has the nerve to ask me.

"Not with this mass amount of extra weight that has been added to my lap," I say jokingly.

Marco feigns anger. "Are you calling me fat?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, exactly, I'm calling you fat. So please move your immensely large ass off of me. I wouldn't want to make my legs any more damaged than they already are," I say while pushing Marco off my lap.

Marco finally removes himself from my lap and starts walking beside me. He looks over and gives me one of his world-famous Marco grins, "I bet you wouldn't have made Ellie get off of your lap." (Advice: never tell Marco that you have a crush on someone.)

"Sorry Marco, but I like Ellie more than you," I say with a smile.

This time, instead of anger, Marco feigns hurt. "Really?"

I look over towards him and laugh. "No, I was kidding man. We both know that you're the only one for me. Just don't tell your stalker. He might get jealous."

Marco looks like he's about to kill me. (Yes! I finally figure out a way for me to annoy him!)"Okay, why does everyone call time my 'stalker'? Didn't it ever occur to you guys that I might actually like him?"

"Um…" (I pretend to think the question over) "No."

Marco slaps my arm playfully and we talk for a little while longer until we eventually find ourselves at the park. (We had decided earlier that we were going to make the poster there so we don't accidentally wake Craig up in the process.) We see Ellie there and I can safely assume that she had already been at the park for a while by the time Marco and I arrive. She's sitting on one of the swings and I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in the moonlight. It's not hard to tell that something is on her mind. And it's also not hard to tell that the "something" is Craig.

Marco goes to find the supplies we had hid at the park earlier in the day while I wheel myself over to where Ellie is at the swings. "Why the long face?" I ask her.

Ellie sighs and looks over at me. Has she been crying? I gently put my hand on her shoulder and she grabs it so she can hold my hand in her own. "I'm going to miss him," she whispers.

I nod and start stroking her hand with my thumb. "Yeah, so will I. It'll be alright though. Just think of all the fun we'll have when he gets rich and famous and decides to be a good friend and by us all mansions."

Ellie rolls her eyes at me. "Mansions?" Do you really think he's going to get that famous?"

"He better. He's going to need a lot of money to buy my mansion –which will be complete with a movie theater, b-ball court and art gallery. It's going to be sweet," I say smiling, while using dramatic hand gestures to emphasize what I'm saying –and to make myself look stupid to try and get a smile out of Ellie.

The hand gestures serve their purpose. Ellie laughs. "Looks like someone never heard the expression 'Money can't buy happiness.'"

I laugh with her. "Looks like someone never heard the expression 'Let's make Craig's goodbye banner before our parents find out that we're not in bed.'"

"That's not an expression," she says matter-of-factly

"Yes. It is," I argue.

"No. It isn't," she retorts. We are the champs at civilized arguments. Can you tell?

"Okay, okay, so maybe it isn't an expression, but it is a good point. We need to get this banner made so we can hang it up before morning," I say while using my free hand to spin my wheelchair around to face the direction Marco is in (my other hand is still holding on to Ellie).

"Come on El," I urge, "making the banner will help take your mind off things."

Ellie gives me an overly dramatic sigh, but doesn't protest. We head off towards Marco, only to find a loud, angry monster on our way… Okay, so actually the monster was just Marco trying to carry three buckets of paint, an array of brushes and a huge roll of canvas all at the same time. Still, from far away he looks like some strange creature from a 1950s horror flick. He acts pretty much like a monster, too.

"Thanks for all the help guys," Marco says with sarcasm that could only mean one thing: Marco. Is. Pissed.

"Sorry," Ellie and I say at the same time. I take the paint from him and Ellie takes the brushes. We find a spot to lay the canvas down and we get to work. I work on painting a picture of sasquatch while Marco works on writing "Bon Voyage" in the largest –and ugliest- letters I've ever seen in my life. I tell him that I always thought gay guys were supposed to have good handwriting and he throws paint at me and, naturally, I throw paint back at him. Sure enough, Ellie soon starts throwing paint at both of us and we eventually all end up starting the Great Paint War. We splash the banner a little bit, which gets Marco upset, but Ellie and I agree that the splattered paint just adds to the banner's charm. Before we know it, we've spent an hour working on the banner and we're all getting pretty tired. And itchy. (Did you know how itchy paint gets when it dries on skin? Because it's news to me.) It's alright though because we're about ready to leave anyway. All we have left to do is paint out our goodbye message to Craig. Ellie does it.

"If they ever get you down/ There's always something I can do/ Because I wouldn't ever wanna see you frown/ I'll always do what's best for you". Go follow your heart Craig, just never forget how much we miss you. Love, Downtown Sasquatch.

Notes to reader: The message to Craig contained lyrics from the song "Together Forever" by Rick Astley (so I make no claim that I own them). Also, the next chapter will be in Paige's POV and will take place before "Our Lips Are Sealed" (Part 2). Specifically, it will take place on the night of Palex's two month anniversary.

Hazel: Told you so Alex. Paige doesn't eat sweets.

Alex: That's a lie.

Paige: Shut up!

Alex: You had three pieces of chocolate cheesecake last weekend.

Paige: It was our two month anniversary.