A young man was on a train with ear buds plugged in his ears. His incredibly fierce green eyes glued to the passing scenery outside the car window of the train. He wore a black jacket with short sleeves and light stone blue jeans; and his hair a dark brown and ruffled yet it seemed to fit him well. A watch like object was on his wrist, bearing the colors of green, white, and black along with grey in some places. To his right were two brief cases, one a dark burgundy and the other a white with the words 'Benjamin Tennyson' on the front of both of them.

He blinked as he saw a station coming up, and began to gather his two brief cases. His arms showed toned muscles, subtle but they were there. He took a glance out at the sky to see it grey and threatening to rain any minute. He pulled up his jackets hoody and zipped it up and also took out his ear phones and turned off his mp3 before picking up the two cases and exiting the car of the train and to the exiting door, to see a bustling station. After they opened, he went through the doors and made a beeline for the buses, walking faster than some to ensure a seat. "Free fare today son, hop on." He smiled a little smile and nodded to the driver who seemed to be in a good mood and hopped on the bus that on the outside said, 'Bellville 21A'.

The young man had gotten a seat by the window, wanting to see the rain fall. He placed his ear phones back in his ears once again as the bus started to get more and more passengers and the engine started. No one took a seat next to him thankfully, which might have been because there weren't that many people on the bus, or that he had his suit cases on his seat and the look on his face that he did not want to be bothered. He switched the searched for a good song and ended up on 'Ill Run' as his mind began to go off into another world. That world being the past.

15 year old Ben Tennyson stood in front of Kevin Levin with a glare that could kill. "What do you care Tennyson?! She likes me! Get over it!!" The sky was dark as stars started to show their location in the cosmos. "I don't trust you!! How could you have-" An orange reddish haired girl stepped out of no where, dressed in preppy like clothes and had a serious look on her face as she interrupted the two's argument. "BEN!! Shut UP!! I'm sick and tired of you berating Kevin!! He's changed! I don't need you to look out for me!! I can take of myself well enough and Kevin can help with that!!! Just leave!! Leave me, leave us!!" Ben dropped his fists slowly, "But Gwen…I…" She shot him a glare that would have made the one he gave Kevin look like a a giant smile. He took the hint well. Very well. "Fine…"

With that he took off down the road towards his house, walking in such a manner that showed anger, but more importantly, sadness and disappointment. Something told him to confirm what had just transpired, in such a short span of seconds. He hesitantly, almost cautiously, turned his head around, and looked at the auburn haired Gwen, looking at him with fire in her eyes, and Kevin, smirking triumphantly. His heart stopped suddenly as his eyes floated toward the ground, only to stop short. Gwen and Kevin's hands were interlaced, grasping each other for dear life. He turned back around, and continued walking, sadness taking over the aura that invisibly covered him that night.

Believe me, and don't think twice
And don't leave me or say goodbye
Believe me, believe me tonight

Believe me and don't think twice
Believe me

And I'll run,
Have a little faith in me,
You're scared and alone

BEFORE THE FIGHT

Ben lay on his bed,resting his pen down, while absently listening to a commercial add on the TV. His room was neat, yet classically messy like every teenagers would be. "Ben! Honey?" His mother called him from outside the door. "Yeah mom??" He turned down the TV for her. "You have a letter. It's from some fancy high-school. Here." In her hand was a red envelope that she handed to Ben as she made her way in his room. "Thanks mom." She smiled at her messy son. "And clean up this room there are clothes everywhere mister!" With that she shut the door and chuckled audibly. He laid back down on his bed stomach firs, while the springs, screeched. Under his arms were pieces of paper, carelessly scribbled on, and some crumpled. One hadn't been, and it actually had a reasonable amount of words on it. Ben glanced at it and sighed, before speaking to himself as wind beat the windows on the cold summer night. "Hmm, I should get to Gwen… It's now or never for me to say it…" He began to put on his shoes and a clean t-shirt. for He smoothed out his wrinkled clothes, sighing deeply, and walked out his bed room door to go to what was supposed to be a happy occasion...

Because sometimes, baby, you fall on your back
But girl, you're three times a lady I'll ever have
You know, you know it's true
This is a fight I refuse to lose

And I'll run (And I'll run)
Have a little faith in me
You're scared and alone
And I'll run (And I'll run)
This is where we both break free
I'll bring you home, you home, you home

TWO WEEKS AFTER THE FIGHT

Ben took the offer to the high school which happened to be in New York. He walked towards the train, holding two brief cases. He had held a heavy heart for leaving his hometown, his parents, his friends, and unfortunately, just Gwen. (If you don't get the implication you won't later) He took a single glance back and smiled sadly. He convinced himself it was best for him and her to leave. And the part of him deserving a vacation from the hero business helped his conviction also. His hair flowed freely as he turned his head back to the interior of the open door train car. Dark red and white on the inside with lights on the walls. He saw a few other kids his age, probably going to the high school he was. The young hero found a comfortable seat and placed his cases on the rack above his head, and sat down. He looked out into the starry night sky as he pulled his jacket collar closer to him. But little did he know at his house, Gwen Tennyson was getting ready to apologize and make up with him and as she stepped up the stairs of the Tennyson home. She hoped he would forgive her for those harsh words that she said. But she had no idea that he left, no one told her. Unfortunately poor Ben took those words to heart, very well.

PRESENT

Ben pulled the string on the bus to request the stop. The song he was just listening to ended, as well as his flashbacks. Oh how he hated that songs seemed to fit with whatever he was thinking about. It made him feel like he was in a movie scene. He still had his hood up, and as the bus topped, turned off his mp3 and grabbed his things before stepping out into the rain of Bayville. He smiled at how his parents might react in seeing him. He had asked his mom not to throw a party, and hoped she wouldn't. Maybe for once she wouldn't. Just maybe…. But he knew she wouldn't, that's why he came three days early.

He was at his home before he knew it. He was a little apprehensive about going in, or even grasping the doorknob for that matter. But he wasn't wearing a long sleeve jacket, and it was pouring outside. If he waited any longer he would have caught a cold. He made a movement to get a hold of the doorknob, and turned and pushed, stepping into the nice, warm house. One person on the couch turned to see the intruder. Gwen Tennyson yelled in surprise, "BEN!?"