~Curtis~

He shouldn't even be on this side of the campus. Well, he usually was there to see Carly but that was different. She was his twin sister, so they shared a pretty strong connection. But this. This was on the verge of stalking. What would she say, this Julie Gaffney, once he got her attention? His fist clenched around the pebble he had picked up about half an hour ago. What if she thought about him like every other idiot preppy person at this school? What if she just thought of him as a long haired, creepy, gay boy? That's what everybody else thought. Just because his room mate was gay, which was awkward enough, didn't mean he was. He bit his lip hard, breaking the skin just a little, and raise his arm to throw the pebble at the window. That's when the window opened and Julie poked her head out. And then he fell over his own feet.

"Hey! My room mate, Connie, wants to know if you made up your mind?" She shouted down.

"I- well you see- I wasn't- the thing is- I should go." He scrambled for words, but eventually just gave up.

He ran the other direction, towards the boys' dorms. Why had he been so stupid? He hadn't even formed real sentances. Before he had time to give himself a proper talking to, something hit him on the side of the head. Just before he fell into blackness, he saw two things. A varsity jacket, and a pair of scissors.

~Cameron~

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

She winced as she tried to clean up her face. There was a giant bruise on the right side of her face, and her lip was split. The bruise had started to turn purple and yellow. She sighed and put the ice down. She was a hopeless case. Always getting into fights, pulling pranks as revenge, back talking teachers, you name it. But she never got close to anyone. Not really. People had to know her for a very long time before she even considered letting them inside. So why had that changed for Fulton? He hadn't seen her for three years, and when he thought she was gone flirted with that Tammy character.

She groaned. Tammy. One name could just ruined her day. Tammy actually was attending Eden Hall now. And if Fulton saw her now, he would probably chase her just like every other boy. Cheerleaders. She hated them all. Except for Amanda, and Hayley. But Hayley had graduated and married Tony.

"Hey squirt."

She turned around quickly, and looked up to see Tony there. As always, he came when she was thinking about him. He was 6' 7" and she was only half of his height, but she hugged his waist so hard she was sure it would snap.

"Hey, I was hoping you would come soon."

"What kind of brother would I be if I didn't?"
"A terrible one! How's Rory? Is he thriving in your crazy family?"

"Ha. Yeah, he's growing pretty fast. He just started to walk a little, holding onto the furniture for support all the time. I'm pretty sure he's going to have my height though."

"That's just great. Another giant in the family."

Tony gave a small laugh and then rolled his shoulder in pain. It was best to mention that he had lost his right arm. Except she noticed that he wasn't wearing his prosthetic arm. It was just a stub. He noticed that she was staring.

"It hurts sometimes to wear it. It can get heavy." He explained.

"Ah."

And then her door burst open, and Nick came gasping in. His face was red from running and his white blond hair stuck to his forehead. He held up his finger, asking them to wait a second.

"Have any of you seen Curtis? I haven't seen him since the game."

"No I haven't seen him. I thought he was with you." She said, starting feel uneasy.

"No, I thought he was with you." Nick murmured.

"I just got here." Tony stated, lifting his hand.

"Well, if he wasn't with me and he wasn't with you. Then where is he?"

That seemed like the best time for Fulton to come over to the doorframe, in his boxers and a sweaty shirt. His hair seemed sweaty and greasy.

"I can't believe that you threw my clothes in the shower! I had to walk back in this! And I didn't bother taking a shower because I would have to go and put my sweaty clothes back on. Now why are you acting like this?!" He growled.

"Fulton, this is not the best moment to discuss this. We don't know where Curtis is. He's been missing since the end of the game."

His face went blank and a flash of something in his eyes. She squinted at him. He knew something. She grabbed his shirt and lifted him of the ground a couple centimeters.

"What do you know?" she growled at him, her eyebrows lifting up.

"Well, you see, I saw Scooter and Riley carrying him off somewhere, but I thought they were talking him down to his room."

"Oh my goodness! Fulton, sometimes you can be such an idiot!"

She dropped him and ran out the door with Tony right behind her. Where the heck would they be taking him? Then out of instinct, she ran to the music room in the school, and when she found the door locked she knew something was wrong. Well, that and she saw Curtis passed out on the floor. Tony was panting beside her as he stared over top over her head into the room. He stood up to his full height and rammed the door with his shoulder. And ta-da! It opened, no picking the locks.

Cameron ran over to where Curtis lay, and then put her hand to her mouth in complete shock. His hair was chopped off to the middle of his neck. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I? Why are you looking at me like that?" He slurred.

He reached up to his head and his eyes widened. Tears started to form. His mouth opened and shut, looking like a fish.

"I can fix it if you want." She whispered softly.

"Fine. Just don't make it look worse than I think it already looks." He whimpered into his arm.

She picked up the scissors that sat beside Curtis. And she started to snip more of his hair.

As time went by, his hair started to look a lot better. She made his hair stick up straight in the middle, giving him a mohawk. She handed him a mirror. His lips pressed together hard.

"Do you have a hat?" he whispered.

"Do you not like it?"

"No, I like it. I just want to break it in slowly."

"Okay. I can go get you a hat."

"No, Cameron, wait. I have one with me right here." Tony reached into his left pocket, and pulled out a old beanie.

Curtis pulled the beanie over his head. And he got to his feet. That's when they saw the marker beneath his quickly buttoned shirt. He unbuttoned it slowly, and they read "Stay away from the goalie, fag."

"Oh, Curtis." She whispered.

He let out a shaky breathe.

"Do you think this is washable?" He joked.