A.N.: Hey there! I decided to make up for my 10 day absence with a double update! This one's going to be tricky because the two lower sections both make good chapter end-ers. But, since these are all relatively short sections I'll tie in the three.

Eep! I want it to be Friday right now. Just though y'all should know.

I will not be updating very quickly, as a warning, as every Tuesday and Thursday I am gone... Drumline rehearsals start next week to get technique and auditions done so we can be ready and all at the same level before we start working on the fall marching show with the full band. I am going into high school this year, oh dearie! Wish me luck on getting my tenors…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Facebook. That's pretty obvious. And I don't own Twitter. But you have to admit, "Follow this person" sounds more like stalking than friendship. Skype = Not mine.

CLAIMER: Fletcher is still mine. Yeah. Katie is based on a friend, Katelin Sophia Biachler (she told me I could put up her whole name) who does indeed play vibes at her high school. And Devin is based on Devon W., who plays snare (and yeah, is the center) at MY high school. The different spelling comes from Devin L., who is in my grade but is going to the other high school in the city. We're a weird city.

~~x~~

love is the

w e a p o n

(depression)

~~x~~

"Yeah, and she just, like, hung up on me! It was really weird. Fallon, hey why do you call her Fletcher and not Fallon? But Fallon, she's-" Pepper rambled.

"Odd," Tony cut her off.

"Yeah. I cannot figure her out. She's really talkative, and out-spoken, and, oh I don't know... um, intense I guess is the word I'm looking for? But other times she won't say anything and she holds things back," Pepper replied. Tony nodded, agreeing with Pepper's synopsis.

"Sounds like…" Tony's voice trailed off. He, Pepper, and Rhodey had reached the Tomorrow Academy, and there, sitting on the front steps, was none other than, "Fletcher."

"Stark." The name was spoken without much care, lazily, almost sleepily. However, Fletcher's airy and taunting voice was still cold, even though it had lost some of the edge.

"Hey, um, I don't think we ever really met," Rhodey greeted, stepping forward and holding out his hand to shake. "I'm Rhodey."

Fletcher took his hand. "Rhodey? Odd name. Call me Fletcher," she replied.

"James Rhodes, actually. Tony just always called me Rhodey, so it stuck."

"Ahh, nicknames," Fletcher replied, nodding. "Fallon Fletcher, at your service."

"So, why do you go by Fletcher and not Fallon?" Rhodey asked.

She looked confused. "I actually have no idea."

"Well, we'd better get off to class," Tony said, grabbing Rhodey by the arm and dragging him away.

"Yeah, Tony," he started once the two were out of earshot. Sarcastically, he continued, "She's awful."

~~x~~

"Take it from 'A', alright?" Carp shouted out to the drumline. They rehearsed three days a week after school. "One, two, three, four," he counted off, and the show started up from about twelve measures in.

But seriously, what is it girls love about Stark? It's obviously not his personality… And we can't ALL be shallow enough to just like the way he looks…

The solos. Fletcher and Devin stepped up like always as the rest of the battery stepped back. And, cue the cymbal crash.

Stop it, Fletcher. Stop thinking about Stark. You don't like him, people don't think about guys they hate.

Devin finished his solo. Fletcher started hers.

What do you even hate about him? His personality, yeah, that's what you keep saying. But you've never hung out with him, so how could you possibly know anything about him?

Her solo was nearing its end. The cymbals' hi-hat like chokes got faster and faster, the lead-in to the mallet's spotlight section.

The doors to the gym opened. Still playing, Fletcher allowed herself to steal a look.

Stark.

And then she missed a note.

~~x~~

She had that habit, making her Facebook statuses rhyme. It kept echoing in her head. She stared down the screen as if that could change the status, change the way she felt.

Fallon Fletcher missed a note because of him, her patience is starting to wear thin. Now she's like every other girl, falling to biggest jerk in the world.

She'd missed a note. Everyone heard it, her first mistake in the entire season. It was even marked on her calendar: "February 15: Fletcher screws up."

Yeah, way to put it behind you and have a positive attitude, Fletcher… Self esteem, self esteem.

The list of online friends dropped to two: Katie, who played vibes, and Devin.

An IM popped up next to the list. Devin. wut is up wit u? It read. Another quickly popped up below. u missed a note in ur solo 2day man u never mess up

im aware. Fletcher typed back.

then wuts goin on wut happened

Fletcher pulled on her hair. She hunched back over the keyboard, I was distracted. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.

by? Devin replied.

a person.

Katie signed off. Devin was the only person left online. Fletcher felt a sharp pang of loneliness.

who? Devin asked. Another IM read, r u even gonna tell me or r u just gonna avoid the ?.

A red talk-bubble flag popped up, a white "1" in the center over the Notifications tab. "You have new friend requests!" Fletcher clicked it.

James Rhodes has added you as a friend on Facebook.

She clicked "accept". Then, Fletcher replied to Devin, you don't need to know.

is it the guy u talk about in ur statuses?

She blinked, unable to do anything else for a moment. yeah… Fletcher typed. She hit enter.

Devin's reply came rather quickly, is it me? a lot of chick like me

no.

who is it then? Devin asked.

Another notification flag pooped up as the "Online Friends" list grew to read "2". Devin and Rhodey.

Fletcher felt nauseated. "Busy, busy bee… Busy, busy, lonely bee…" she mumbled.

James Rhodes has suggested friends for you!

"Yeah, 'cause THAT doesn't make me feel even worse… It's like Twitter sounding like stalking…" Fletcher mumbled, clicking the Notification.

Suggested Friends: Tony Stark.

An IM popped up, from Rhodey.

He isn't that bad, Fletcher. It read.

A bittersweet smirk on her face, Fletcher put on her gaming headset, adjusting the mic so it was in the proper position. She clicked "Start" and then selected Skype. She clicked the "Facebook Friends" list of contacts, and selected Rhodey's name, which had synched up with Skype when she added the friend. Then she hit the green "call" button.

And then Fletcher stayed up on Skype so he could hear her crying.