The summer is a strange season. It is long and short and hot and sticky. It's fun and bright, sunny. It always comes back, the next year, as déjà vu. Summer loves to mess with people, confusion gas at night. Yellow and thick.

"You're breaking up with me?"

Raz shrugged, half way there. "Well, yeah."

She stood and, my God, she was horrifying. Terrific. Her hands were glues to her hips, which could never stay still. She swayed and danced in her boots.

HuurUMPH!

"You could at least give me a better reason then the whole 'we're good friends' bull. Well? Well? Are you mad at me for something?"

Yes, ohh yes. Well, he couldn't be sure. Was he mad or not? He needed to hit something and if he could, he'd use his pyrokinesis right now.

"No, of course not Lili."

She was just manipulative and possessive and, but, but- besides that. She just wasn't. Weeelll- attractive. Not anymore, not to him.

"Raz, I just- I have to be alone now." She left. And he left and something lit on fire.

He stretched, wandered, wondered what she wanted. Lots of the kids did this, this, this dating love game. Breaking up and dumping, cheating, sex. Scandals, a great drama. Enough gossip to fill bath tubs. And why Raz knew about any of this, he didn't… Maybe Lili had told him and he had absorbed it, unintentionally.

Yeah, yeah! Elka and Nils, Nils and Elka. They'd gone out and broken up and gotten together and fought and broken up at least 15times. Surely they'd set a record, somewhere. Would they get married and divorced and fight over who gets to own the kids? Probably. But they'd still get re-married and would probably die together.

He sat and the grass was wet. It had rained and he had missed it. To tell his girl- xgirlfriend of so-many-years that she was boring and nothing and. Maybe he should apologize. But that's it. Ending now.

It was strange, even in the summer. Even for the summer. His insides were curled and twisted around themselves. He felt, sort of, almost, is there a word for it? It may be more than a feeling, or just something he'd forgotten. He needed a dictionary.

Nothing had changed. That sky was still the same, even though Chloe said it was doomed and would probably be red with blood soon enough, when he was ten and young and new. It wasn't, it was just blue and there were clouds, monotone and the sun, which burned his eyes. He closed them and could see the outline of his eyelids, the blood vessels flowing and churning and his mind.

"Raz, hey."

He felt it, sharp and pointed. Tiny and dangerous.

"Get up, wake up."

Well, the sky would always be blue tomorrow, when it was light and he could come closer to being blind, further away.

Lili's face was still. Older, zits, make up. Cross and bug-eyed. Alright, so.

"Raz, I was thinking all day."

"It's night now. Hu." He sat up and she was kneeling.

"Yes, so- Look, are you gay?"

Had she, would she, even dare to ask that? Why is her sense of humor so twisted like his stomach? Revenge, revenge isn't just a four letter word, it's gotta be three. Or five, a name so eternal.

He is just so. Offended. By the jokes even if they're just jokes. Now he's a joke and he really shouldn't care but it's not just about him. Why why? It's not funny.

"Raz!"

There should be a special island, in the middle of the ocean, the lake, just for him. Him and himself and him-

"I'm not gay."

So go away.

He wanted to say it, so. He almost did because it hurt not to. But, there was the other side. If he didn't, if he did say it, it would mean he was loud and nosy and way fucking stupid.

"Hmm, ohh kay."

Since that girl, the girl, had asked him he had to ask something in return. An equal trade. Why, why not? Because. That's why, always why.

"Why'd you ask that? Why do all of you think that?"

She swirled her lips, her pink lips. It was dark and they glowed in the dark. Uhh, no words, just sounds.

"Who? They're just joking, you know, right, you know that," she whispered.

Again, all over from the beginning again, with that. Ohh please, just- he wished a mission would come up. So he could be distracted on the field and concentrate and not be alone with his thoughts. Just on auto pilot, destruction and saving lives and kicking ass. All the time.

"Yeah, cool."

His head was heavy and dizzy and things were in slow motion. The night was riddled with poison and bad drug trips. He was going on one, hitch hiking and feeling awful. Awfully sick and empty when all those other people would just look into his head and know that Sasha was in there somewhere and they would tell him about it. He knew, surely he knew. Knew what? He had no clue, even for a detective and all things fancy and glorious. But they all knew.

"Let's go to bed Raz."

But not together, he hoped. Maybe she wanted that, maybe she didn't. Did she want to sleep with a fag? Apparently she always had been.

I decided to continue this story. I hated the ending. Ahh, yep- More Raz torture.

Said mentioned characters belong to the Double Fine Productions. Pas moi.