Ok, I took everyone's opinion in their review into consideration, I'm sorry if this fan fiction is boring, I can't help the way I write. I'll try to make Halley a more interesting character, and I'll try to make everyone happy. If you have any opinions you would like to share with me, go ahead, I'll read them.

The day continued on. Sean and I talked more and more. Either in class or in the hallway we were caught talking to each other. Ellie had to practically yell in my ear to get my attention. Sean and I were getting along really well. This was unusual to me. Boys usually stayed away from me at my old school. Everyone called me a freak and shut me out. Not the best way to go through elementary and middle school but hey I got along pretty well by myself. After school Sean came up to my locker while I was placing a few books in my bag.

"You want a ride home?" Sean asked.

I shut my locker. "Sure, since you're heading to my house anyway."

Sean smiled. "Well let's go then."

Sean and I walked out the front doors. He led me to his car at the back of the parking lot. We both got in and buckled up. Sean pulled out of the parking spot and followed what looked like Jay's civic out of the parking lot. It took a few minutes to get to my house. When Sean pulled up to the curb we saw Em and Peter making out in his car. It was a ritual for them to make out like that out in the open. Sean and I got out of his car and passed Peter's car. Em pulled away from Peter.

"Sean? What are you doing here?"

"Helping Halley."

Sean followed me to the back yard. My black 1965 mustang. How beautiful she was, my parents did one good thing by getting me a car that was broke. But hey it's a mustang, what more could anyone ask for?

"Looks nice." Sean stated.

"Yeah, she looks nice, she just can't run."

"Did you just call her a she?" Sean asked.

"Maybe."

We both put our bags down on the ground. I popped the hood.

"Have a look see." I said stepping to the side.

Sean began to inspect the damage, he looked all serious. It was hot.

"Yeah, you have quite a bit of damage." Sean said with a slight laugh.

We stood in silence.

"We better get started." Sean said grabbing the tool box off the ground.

We began to work. Grease got on our clothes, oil leaked out, tools were being exchanged between the two of us, I have to say it was quite fun.

"Halley!" Spike yelled from the back door.

"I looked over at her. "Yeah?"

"Phone is for you." Spike said stretching her hand with the phone toward me.

I wiped my hands off and walked toward her. I grabbed the phone and put it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey Sweetie." spoke a woman.

I hesitated. "Mom?"

"Good you remember me, now I want to talk to you--."

"Well I don't want to talk to you." I said sternly.

"Please honey, let me just--."

"Don't honey me Mom; I don't want to talk to you."

"Hal, I'm sorry ok--."

"No if you were sorry you wouldn't have done any of the things you did, or maybe you would have actually started acting like a Mom."

"Now Halley--."

"Whatever, bye."

I hung up. I handed the phone back to Spike who looked at me confused. I walked back toward the car, Sean was looking at me.

"What?" I asked aggravated.

"Nothing." Sean said going back to work on my car.

Two hours past in no time at all. My knees are on the front bumper and I'm kneeling into the car.

"Wrench." I said stretching my hand so Sean could hand it to me.

He handed it to me. "You know I could do something."

"In a minute I'll have something for you to do."

It then grew silent. The only thing I could hear was the wrench. Just then The back door swung open hitting the outside of the house, startling me, making me slice my hand on something sharp. I held my voice back from letting out a squeal of pain.

"Halley, Sean, dinner is ready." Em stated shutting the door.

I got off the bumper to look at the damage. Sean looked at my hand appalled. There was a long cut along the side of my hand.

"I've did that a few times." Sean said handing me a rag from his back pocket.

I took it and wrapped it around my hand. I pulled up my sleeve so blood wouldn't go on it. Bad idea. Sean's eyes shot to my arm. Scars were crisscrossed along my arm. I tried to pull my sleeve back down but Sean took my arm and held it firm.

"You cut?" Sean asked.

I looked down at my arm, not saying anything.

"Halley." Sean said in a serious tone.

I nodded.

"Yeah….I….I cut." I said in a quiet voice.

Why did it seem so hard to tell him?

"Not you too." Sean said still holding my arm.

"I know Ellie cuts too, but she doesn't anymore."

"Not the point Hal." Sean said. "The point is you cut, do you know how---."

"Stupid, idiotic, childish?" I asked. "I've heard it all before Sean."

"Why? Why do you?" Sean asked.

"Long story." I said.

"I have time."

"We have to eat dinner Sean." I stated getting up from the car and started to walk toward the door.

Sean grabbed my arm again and stopped me.

"It can wait."

"Sean, not now ok?" I said in a whisper.

Sean let go of my arm. "After dinner."

It wasn't a question, it was practically a command. We both walked up to the back door and went inside.

Yes this chapter was a little short, sorry.