Chapter 2, YAY! Enjoy, and a giant thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and all that good stuff.

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"I'd expect Benny to be here. Well, at least, I did before it started raining." Sarah said as she tried to keep herself awake. The pouring rain was lulling her to sleep, but she fought it by keeping herself busy. She refused to sit down.

Ethan watched her walk around in circles, and laughed to himself. "He's probably grounded." He reasoned, yawning. Which made Sarah realize it wasn't her own sleepiness she was feeling, it was Ethan's.

"Why are you so tired?" Ethan debated how to answer the question, quickly dismissing the thought in his head: I can't sleep because I'm too busy thinking about you. That wasn't the reason, although it did happen. He didn't lie to himself about that.

He had to dig deep to find a reply. When he said it out loud, it barely made sense to him.

"Something's gonna happen. Soon. I just wish I would have a vision so I could know what to expect." He was worn out by a single thought, but his mind was too clouded to sort out exactly what it was.

Sarah offered the only piece of advice she could think of at the moment. "In this town, we have to take each day as it comes."

Ethan nodded in agreement, just the slightest bit stuck on the word 'we', wondering which way she meant it. He didn't dare ask.

Instead, he thought of a completely different question. One that never usually crossed his mind. "How's Erica been lately?"

Sarah wasn't expecting that, and hardly knew if he was being serious.

He wouldn't have had to ask if Erica had been around lately to answer his question herself. She was absent in mind, it really had nothing to do with her actual presence. She was there, but it seemed like she was in a different world.

If anyone knew the reason why, it was Sarah. Ethan couldn't help but be concerned, even though Erica didn't consider him her friend. He'd only asked because he was worried. He hadn't run out of things to say.

Sarah could only groan in reply, she didn't know how to go about answering. She thought for awhile, then simply said: "Different."

Her tone made his next question inevitable. "A bad different?" Ethan said this as if he couldn't imagine Erica getting any worse.

Sarah chuckled, and finally quit being restless, sitting down next to him on the couch. "I wish I knew how to answer that." She sighed. "She won't even tell me what's going on. We're supposed to be best friends."

Sarah wanted to get upset.

She sat there in silence thinking it over. Between the bully that got Benny suspended and Erica going through another personality change, she had her reasons.

She didn't allow herself to get upset though, because Ethan had enough to worry about between his best friend being suspended and the vision that wouldn't come to him.

Sarah decided it was only fair to help Ethan out with that problem, even knowing that bending the rules could backfire.

She didn't know for sure if visions were truly uncontrollable, unable to be summoned, and completely coincidental no matter what, but she figured she had to try to find out.

Which is how her hand wound up in his.

Ethan froze for a second, in reaction to the touch. His mind went absolutely blank.

Sarah hadn't told him her plan, so he didn't know what to think.

That is, until she asked a one-word question: "Nothing?"

That's all he saw, and-in his opinion- that's all this moment meant to her. Nothing. He felt empty. That wasn't the Sarah he knew. She didn't tease to torture.

The Sarah he knew was still shocking him to the core, while he tried-and failed-to stay angry at her.

While Sarah waited for his response, she didn't let go of his hand. She couldn't explain why. Ethan didn't seem to mind, regardless of the reason.

"I didn't even know this stuff was in my fridge." Benny said, regarding the meal Ryellie had put in front of him. The meal they had made together.

Everything was set out on the table, because Ryellie had never had dinner sitting in front of the TV. Probably because her family didn't own a TV. Whatever the reason, she couldn't break that habit.

She also couldn't break the habit of cooking with a theme. They'd whipped up practically everything they could imagine eating at a country fair, but that had been her idea. They made about eight servings of every dish for the two of them to share. Ryellie knew her eyes were bigger than her stomach, and she didn't know what Benny's excuse was, but there was no doubt that there would be leftovers.

"Well, now you do." Ryellie told him, once he looked everything over.

Half of the meal was actually dessert, which Benny couldn't complain about.

"I hope you don't mind that we cooked practically everything you had." She went on apologetically. "I'm used to cooking for eleven."

Benny nearly swallowed his fork when she told him that. "You live with ten other people?"

"Hmm, so you are good at math." Ryellie teased, thinking she had gotten way too comfortable with doing that. She mentally scolded herself, while he laughed.

"Do you guys have a clown car?" He asked jokingly.

She was too busy getting a chill to laugh. "Clowns freak me out. Their smiles are painted on. How is that not scary?" Benny was amused by the tangent she went off on, and followed her lead.

The conversation took a turn toward the topic of Star Wars, and soon Ryellie's expression was blank.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about." It wasn't a question, she'd made that pretty obvious.

"You lost me." Ryellie admitted. "Practically the only thing I know about Star Wars is that Yoda talks funny, and the Wiki page is called Wookiepedia."

She listened to Benny choke on his drink-a concoction dubbed Cherry Vanilla Ice Cream Soda-for about two seconds.

"Put your hands up!" She told him worriedly, which only made him laugh more. He listening, and instantly stopped sounding like he was coughing up a lung.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?" Benny asked her, thinking he was being unfair getting into topics she knew nothing about. In response, Ryellie just blinked.

"That was a stupid question, wasn't it?"

Ryellie wasn't used to talking to people. Especially the ones she barely knew.

"Sorry I'm incredibly boring." She mumbled, speaking her thoughts. The ones she figured were running circles in his head.

"When did I ever say that?" Benny asked in mock outrage. "For someone who doesn't talk much, you really know how to put words in people's mouths."

Benny was bored, but Ryellie wasn't the reason.

Once the two of them were finished with dinner, they needed to find something to do. He didn't really mind that hanging out with her meant minimal conversation, but that was going to take a lot of getting used to.

That thought caused a metaphorical light bulb to go on above Benny's head. What they needed was something that spoke for itself.

After he and Ryellie went about clearing the table rather quickly, Benny put on some music.

Ryellie's foot fought the temptation to tap.

The song was one of her favorites, but she wouldn't dare make that obvious. Benny on the other hand had no problem expressing himself. It was as if he forgot she was even there. Until her laughter reminded him.

Ryellie didn't seem to be laughing at him, that would just be ironic after what happened to her that morning. Although, Benny couldn't say he blamed her with the way he danced.

Ryellie seemed to read his mind. "You're pretty bold." She told him, biting her lip as she tried to imagine her dancing. Something she didn't even do around her own family.

"You dance like no one's watching. Most people, myself included, are way too gutless."

Benny stopped for a second and gave her a look she couldn't decipher, being that they had only just met.

"How's us hanging out supposed to work if you don't loosen up a bit?" He asked, hoping Ryellie wouldn't be offended.

She looked more sad than angry. For a second, it seemed like she thought he'd turned on her, and all of a sudden she was his punching bag too. Then, she spoke.

"You're right, Benny. Why shouldn't I have fun?"

Ryellie figured there must be a reason she'd gotten stuck in the rain. That had never happened before. To her, it was symbolic.

There was a first time for everything, but she wasn't ready for a drastic change. She agreed to join in on the fun on one condition. "Just one dance."

He shrugged. "You gotta start somewhere." Ryellie moved off the wall and closer to Benny, but her timing was terrible.

Right when she reached him, the song changed. To one with a much slower tempo.

"You tricked me." Ryellie whined.

"No," Benny argued. "shuffle tricked us both."

"Well, this is awkward." She said. Her body language reflected that feeling. She had one hand on the opposite arm, at her elbow. She didn't stay like that for very long, surprising herself when she reached out her hands.

There's a first time for everything. Ryellie reminded herself, hoping this wouldn't be the first time she faced rejection. Benny didn't hesitate to take her hands, despite his surprise. He liked that she kept him guessing.

The most awkward part of everything was how they danced together: out of sync, and almost lazy. They weren't worried about how it looked though, it was actually fun.

That surprised Ryellie the most. Whenever she imagined a slow dance, it always had to be important and romantic. Not to mention slightly scary and irritating.

Being able to just relax put Ryellie's mind at ease, and caused her to get lost in thought halfway through the song. For one second too long.

"Ow! Do you have spikes on those boots?"

Ryellie's face scrunched up as much as Benny's did, she felt his pain. "Sorry!" She stepped back fast and let go abruptly.

Benny looked at her like she was crazy. "It's just a toe, I've got nine more of 'em."

"At least ice it." She said, feeling guilty.

"You really think that's necessary?" He asked, doubting that it was. That question was the beginning of another awkward moment, but neither of them were aware of that until Ryellie replied.

"Only one way to find out."

Before Benny had time to ask what she meant, Ryellie was kneeling on the floor and untying his sneaker.

She couldn't help that it was her automatic reaction to play doctor. Since she was the one who hurt him-no matter how much-she considered it her job to assess the damage, and make the pain go away.

While Benny eyed her with amusement, Ryellie accidentally tickled him all the way through taking his sock off. Then, she nearly screamed. "Oh my God, it's practically purple!"

He laughed it off. "You're stronger than you look."

"I'm mean is what I am." Ryellie replied, beating herself up over it. "Your poor toe."

Benny could only raise his eyebrows at her worry, as she went to fetch him ice. "Go sit on the couch and put your feet up." She instructed sweetly.

Benny blinked. "You stepped on my toe, you didn't make me sprain my ankle." He said, even though he complied.

Benny realized that the only mistake in that was his couch was way too comfortable, when he woke up hours later.

At first, he could've sworn he dreamt the whole encounter.

He'd been thinking about Ryellie the whole day, since he worried about her. Part of him thought she made herself an easy target, being that she didn't fight back. Part of him thought that she was just too nice and too shy to say something. It was possible that worry wasn't the only factor that fueled his thoughts of her, but he couldn't be sure.

Any part of the possible dream could be classified as a little out of the ordinary, and Benny was used to that. That was his whole life Although, his type of out of the ordinary involved the supernatural, not carnival food and oodles of awkward situations. At least not the type of awkward situations Ryellie put him in.

"Sleep well?"

Benny jumped, startled so much that he practically fell off the couch. Then he turned toward the doorway to see Ryellie standing there, holding something in her hand. She had changed back into her now-dry dress, and his old clothes were in a neatly folded pile on a chair.

She couldn't help but giggle in reaction. He couldn't help how wide his eyes went when he saw that not only had the rain stopped, but it was also dark outside.

"Aw, man, I fell asleep on you?" Benny asked.

"Not on me, next to me. Well, not right next to me... you know what I mean." Ryellie bit her tongue to stop the babbling.

He looked at her, almost accusingly. "What?" She asked, worried she'd done another thing wrong. She'd been on edge since the toe incident.

"You didn't draw on my face, did you?" Benny asked.

Ryellie shook her head, laughing. "No, I was too busy drawing on this piece of paper." She walked over to show him what she was holding.

When Benny saw, he almost thought his evil clone had made a comeback. Had it not been for the smile and the way his depiction was dressed.

He was amazed. "How did you draw this in crayon?"

She looked at him as if she didn't understand the question. "Drawing it in pencil would've been boring to me. And since moving here, I don't do boring." She answered. She sounded proud of learning how to live a little, and thankful that he taught her. Benny smiled, and Ryellie gasped, catching sight of the clock.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She looked like she was about to hyperventilate.

"One thing I don't do is get grounded, and I will if I don't get home. Now."

"Alright." Benny replied. "Well, thanks for dinner, and the cookies and stuff, and the drawing." He told her as he lead her to his back door. (He had to hop there, since he put his sneaker back on as he went.)

Ryellie figured it would be best to explain that. He probably wasn't used to people drawing pictures of him. "You're welcome. I just wanted you to have something from me." She couldn't take credit for her cousins' baking skills.

"I'll be sure to frame it." Benny told her, not being at all sarcastic. They shared a smile as their goodbye, and then Ryellie was on her way.

Once Ryellie was gone, Benny discovered he'd had a web chat invitation waiting for him for quite awhile. There was only on person it could be.

"What's up Ethan?"

"Where've you been?" He practically barked in reply.

Somewhat stunned, Benny laughed awkwardly. "I'm good, thanks for asking."

Ethan shot him a glare, that softened into a look of panic.

"I am in crisis!" Ethan told Benny in a harsh whisper.

"Why is that?" Benny asked, trying to sound like he didn't care, since it was probably nothing major.

"Sarah." Came the reply.

"Why did I even have to ask?" Benny thought aloud, almost scolding himself.

"It doesn't even make sense, I should be happy right now." Ethan said. He certainly didn't look happy. He looked like he'd been tearing his hair out.

"Well, what happened?" Benny asked, wondering how much he could've possibly missed in one afternoon. "Did she kiss you?"

"I wish." Ethan mumbled. He watched Benny's eyebrows lower.

"Yeah, we know."

Ethan blinked. "Wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

"Me and the rest of the world's population." Benny responded flatly.

"Well, maybe things will be better by Monday." Ethan said, trying to be positive about the situation. He failed to realize that he had forgotten to tell Benny what the situation even was.

His mind was racing just as fast as his heart.

Ryellie had two shadows when she returned home. Their names: Reegan and Rae.

"You're such a liar." Reegan said accusingly, the second she walked in through the back door.

Ryellie didn't question why as she made her way up to her room, with her cousins at her heels. "Yeah? Well, I'm a tired liar. Can I go to sleep now?"

"No." Reegan answered bluntly.

Rae nodded in agreement. "If you can stay and chat with a total stranger-"

"Like you said you wouldn't… liar." Reegan interrupted.

While Ryellie rolled her eyes, Rae finished her sentence. "Why can't you chat with us?"

"Tell us what happened." Reegan ordered excitedly.

"Not… much." Ryellie said, looking uncomfortable. For some reason, she didn't want to talk about it.

"We talked a little, had dinner-"

"Whoa!" both twins exclaimed. "You made him dinner?" Rae gushed.

"No, we both made dinner." Ryellie clarified. They squealed in response, and she covered her ears.

"Then what?" Rae urged, ignoring a second eye roll. Ryellie kept her hands where they were when she answered, knowing what to expect.

"We... danced." The twins were practically celebrating, but Ryellie was afraid they would shatter the windows the way they screamed.

"This is major!" Rae said, jumping up and down. "You won't even dance with us."

"It was one dance." Ryellie stressed, but they were too happy to care, still screaming over it.

Ryellie was all talked out, and irritated.

Her cousins acted like some miracle had taken place. She couldn't help but be mad. They were in for a real shock.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Reegan and Rae jumped at their cousin's outburst. It stunned them so much they couldn't even try to argue, and rushed out the door she slammed after them.

With her back leaning up against it, Ryellie slid down her door and sat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling for awhile.

She just wanted to be alone with her countless thoughts and memories. Even though they were giving her more of a headache than her cousins had.

Monday did not come quickly enough for Sarah.

She ran up to Erica when she spotted her at her locker. "Did you turn off your phone? I called you ten times!"

"Oh, hey Sarah." She replied, absent-mindedly. She seemed to not be focusing on anything lately.

"Hello? Planet Erica, could you give your best friend just a little attention?"

"What's up?" Her tone was a little harsh, but Sarah was used to that.

Sarah's answer came out in a rushed whisper, and was answered by a laugh.

"You held Ethan's hand for five seconds, and now you're having a panic attack?" Erica asked in a disgusted tone.

"It's not funny." Sarah replied. She needed advice, not criticism.

"What would you do in that situation?" She asked.

This question only caused Erica to laugh more. "I would never be in that situation. I'm undead, not desperate."

Sarah couldn't help but glare, and Erica was surprised to find that the look almost hurt. She put her hands up-ironically-to say she was dropping the subject.

"Look, Sarah. If you wanna date your stupid nerd, no one's stopping you."

The feeling that was overwhelming Sarah made it difficult for her to notice that the joking nature of Erica's statement was only there to hide the tone of something most comparable to… anguish.

When she came to talk to Erica, dating Ethan was honestly the absolute furthest thing from Sarah's mind.

She felt guilty for not telling him her reason for holding his hand in the first place. She was sending mixed signals and, quite possibly, toying with his feelings.

Sarah didn't care about her own feelings afterward. Just Ethan's, because she knew she'd hurt them. She didn't know what to think of it all, but she did know one thing.

Erica was wrong. There was someone stopping Sarah from dating Ethan. Sarah herself.

She couldn't think straight, and had no idea what to do in that moment.

All Sarah was really sure of, was that seeing Ethan would make her smile. It always did…

PLEASE READ & REVIEW! 'Planet Ethan' was such a perfect phrase for Sarah, I just had to use it for her conversation with Erica. I feel accomplished being able to finally use the word 'oodles' in my writing. Any ideas? Please let me know! I'll update ASAP! =]