A.N.: Thank you for the reviews and favorites once again guys! As my first fanfic, I hope you all enjoy it, and as always, I'm up for reviews! Onto the reading!

As I awoke in bed, I found the sheets sprawled across the bed, draping onto the floor. My body was thrown about, limbs everywhere, and I noticed that I left my mouth open. Oh, god, now my mouth is dry as hell I thought. I also wondered why I had woken up like that, and what had happened during the night. I got a glass of water and drank it, turning my mouth from a desert to a nice, cool ocean. I went back into my room and made my bed, still confused about my sleeping position. But as I was making my bed, an image popped into my head. It was a couple of familiar faces, both being from the cul-de-sac. It was Ed and Eddy.

After I saw this image, I remembered that I had a nightmare. I could hardly remember anything, and all that I could gave me a strange feeling of nostalgia and fear. I remembered Ed crying into his hands, facing me. Eddy was also facing me, but had a look of hurt and anger on his face as he yelled at me. I don't recall what he was yelling at me, just that he was yelling. I soon realized that this nightmare I had was not a memory, but more of a premonition. Even if both Ed and Eddy were still in their 12 year old forms, this wasn't a memory I had ever remembered. This made me feel slightly more afraid of the future and what it held for me.

I got dressed and went out to the kitchen. I remembered that my parents weren't there, so I would have to make breakfast on my own. I hadn't a clue what to do for today, but then I saw that my parents had left me some money to go to the store, a shopping list, and a note that said "If there's any money left, have fun with it! Also, don't forget to find your friends!" I could tell that they still thought I was still friends with everyone here. Huh, I guess I'm a better liar than what I thought. I ate the rest of cereal I had there, and thought about how my parents expected me to bring the groceries back home. All I had was a bike, and what I would have to carry would be at least 12 shopping bags worth. I would figure that problem out later, I thought as I went to go do other tasks that needed to be done.

I woke up earlier today than yesterday, about two hours earlier. As I looked around for any chores to do, that nightmare came back into my head. I didn't know how to feel about it, considering I had several completely different emotions about it. I was scared because I didn't want people to find out, nostalgic because I was coming back to a place I hadn't been to in four years, angry at Eddy because he was mad at me after what HE did, and sad for Ed. Ed was the last person I wanted to hurt, and I hoped that he wasn't hurt. If I did hurt him, I couldn't forgive myself, but I couldn't tell him that I was leaving, or else he would spill it to everyone else. I was afraid at the time that everyone would come at me, or try to find out where I was going. I didn't want to have this in my past, but unfortunately it was now being shoved into my face.

All I could do was sigh, and move on with the day. I cleaned up whatever I could find lying around, but with it being a new house, there wasn't much for me to do. I eventually chose to look around the home a little more and see the details of it all. I started in the kitchen, looking at all the new appliances and countertops. I made my way into the family room and the entry way. Nothing much to see here I thought as I walked down the hallway. I went into the other bedroom being used as an office and looked around. It was a simple square room and none of the boxes had been unpacked yet. I decided it was best to leave it alone for now. I wandered into my parent's room and looked around to see everything nice and orderly. As I walked around for a short time, an idea came to my head, and it was a good idea to pass the time.

I came back into my room and pulled out my guitar. It was an acoustic guitar, light wood face with black painted sides and back. It was quite a simple guitar, but I was fine with it, and it had served me very well. I went on to play for about an hour, playing tunes I made up in my head, songs I had heard, songs I wrote already, and anything else that came into mind. As an hour passed my hands had started to hurt slightly. I decided that I should find something else to do, and put away my guitar. I remembered my computer as I looked at it on the desk across from my bed. I mostly used that thing to make other types of music on it, play games, or just look at facebook or twitter. I remembered that I was in the process of making a song that wasn't necessarily dubstep, but I wasn't thinking about making dubstep in the first place. Instead, this song built on itself, starting out with a clock chime sounding the hour, and eventually building up into the rest of what I had. I had only completed half the song so far, but I didn't want to work on it right now, so I just left my computer there and went on to some other activity to do.

I wondered about some of my other friends over in New York, and what they were doing. I had three really good friends from over there, all true friends, and friends that I could count on. My friend's names were Nicholas, David, and Randy. Nicholas was an Asian, about 5'10" just from my guess, and always happy. Nick had short hair and had glasses, and a contagious smile. Seriously, if you saw him smile or laugh, you would feel compelled to do the same exact thing. He was the first person who became really good friends with, and he told me everything I should know about living there. He was always the friend I could count on, and that was made clear in his text message last night, saying that he would lie for me and say that I had been living in New York my entire life.

Then there was David. He was half Mexican and half White, and always had a dirty mind. My friends and I would always wonder what was wrong with him, or why his phone had…pictures of…I won't go into further details about that. Anyways, he was the strangest one in our group, but you could never tell from his appearance. He was on the short side, about 5'2" and he also wore glasses. He slicked back his black hair and wore glasses as well. He wore pretty average clothes, and as I said, you never really would have guessed just how weird he was on the inside.

Lastly there was Randy. Randy was probably the most badass out of our group, and he was the one who introduced be to breakdance. Randy is Asian, with long hair that covers his eyes and wears dark colors quite often. Randy was very laid back and chill, but if you crossed his path, you would regret the day you made your mistake. Randy was a very nice friend and would stick up for us if any of us were bullied or bothered by someone.

I decided that I would text Randy and see how he's doing. I thought about it for a second, but then decided I'd send David the same text, saying that I was back in Peach Creek. As I half expected, neither answered back, so I decided to watch some TV. I watched some random shows for an hour, and then saw that it was 11:00. I thought about lunch, and eventually chose sushi. Not knowing of any sushi places around, I looked some up. I found one that was close by, and took my bike to go to it.

I locked up my house and went to go get myself some sushi with the money my parents left me. I rode along, and luckily didn't have to go past the cul-de-sac. I don't know what surprises would have waited for me down that street, but I'm not so sure I wanted to find out. I rode my bike, looking at all the sights that I hadn't seen when I had been here four years earlier. As I rode by it, I skidded to a halt. I looked to my left and saw the shop where Eddy, Ed and I got our jawbreakers. I chuckled as I saw that the shop was still there. Maybe if I have any money left I can stop by here I thought to myself as I went back on my way. Fate, however, had other plans for me.

The sushi place luckily wasn't that far away, about a five minute bike ride. I realized that I didn't have a lock with me, but I didn't mind. If someone were to try and steal it, they would have to face me, and if they're carrying a bike they probably won't run very fast or far. I put my bike onto the bike rack and walked into the sushi bar. Well, it wasn't very popular, and not necessarily a bar, either. It was more like a small restaurant, with tables and booths set up around the place. I looked around and didn't see many people, but I still had high hopes.

I took my order and sat down at a small table with two chairs. As I waited, I checked out my phone and saw that Randy had texted back a few minutes ago.

"Hey Dan, glad to see you made it back. Hope things go well for you, and be sure to get all the ladies with those dance moves, lol"

"Lol, don't you worry, and I have to deal with all the other shit that'll come up before I can get the ladies" I replied back. I looked through anything else on my phone, just trying to pass the time as they made my sushi roll. A couple minutes later, Randy texted back.

"Aw, I forgot about that. Well, I hope you can get through all that shit. If you need any help, hit me up, aight?"

"I know Randy, don't worry, I can work through it." I sent back. I knew I could get through it, and I always found a solution. My friends knew this well, and I was always able to make an excuse, find a reason, or something else that would get me and my friends out of trouble. I actually got us out of getting sent to jail for trespassing with a weapon. Alright, I guess you're a little curious about this, so I'll give some insight.

Something that my friends and I like to do is to urbex, which is exploring abandoned buildings and looking around. I like to go urbexing because the abandoned buildings are so quiet and somewhat peaceful, if a little unnerving. I loved how these buildings were once bustling and full of life, and now they sit, abandoned, forgotten, and alone. Anyways, long story short, my friends and I were exploring a bowling alley, and my friend Jameson brought a knife with him just in case we encountered anyone who would want to hurt us. I told the officer that the knife was for utility purposes, just in case wires or something else needed to be cut, and that if we were using it for a bad intent, then why was it so far down in his bag? He let us off the hook, and we weren't charged with anything.

Soon after my sushi plate arrived, and I was able to dig in. It was called an ichi roll, and it had crab on the inside of the roll, with shrimp on the outside. As I ate, I thought once again as to how much everyone had changed. Or, how I thought they had changed. It would be interesting to find out who was who when I got back to school, or unless I saw them earlier, later in the break. I had hoped that I would be able to avoid seeing them up until school, and that's when I thought about what I would have as a school schedule.

I knew that I would have calculus, as I had already gone through the first half of it in New York. Then there was AP U.S. history, English 11, Spanish 2, chemistry probably, and then I hoped advanced music. I wasn't completely sure, but I was thinking that those would be my classes. Eventually I finished my roll, paid, left a tip, and walked outside. As I had expected, no one took my bike, and I got on it and rode back to my house.

I took my time as I had nothing left to do at home, and slowly rode around the streets. As I was a few streets away from my house, however, I noticed someone. He had short and curly dark brown hair, with a white t-shirt and green shorts. He had a small belly on him, and was wearing sandals and for some reason was…staring at me. It was as if he was trying to look through my soul, whoever this person was. He creeped me out, and as I got closer, my anxiety turned in a completely different direction. A bad one towards fear.

It was Jonny.

I tried not to make my fear apparent, but I kept glancing at him as I passed. That's when my fear went up a whole new level as I saw the look of confusion on his face turn to shock just as I passed him. I stopped my bike, and turned my head towards him, and saw the shocked face of Jonny standing a few feet from me. That's when he said words I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Double D?"

A.N: And thus a new chapter was born. The next one will have lots of dialogue, so be prepared. This chapter may be a little short, but I'll be coming out with a lot more. As always, I would appreciate reviews and I do love reading them. Anyways, I'll see you in the next chapter.