The days past by and Friday came. Bobby had managed to avoid Mocha until now. But suddenly it seemed inevitable to see her without causing any suspicion. And it was all PJ's fault…

Bobby and Max sat in the common room and played cards when PJ came bursting in with a huge grin on his face.

"I just spoke to Mocha!" he shouted happily. Max and Bobby looked at him with little interest.

"How rare…" Bobby stated and brought Max to laughter. The bigger student paid no interest in his friends' sarcasm. He sat down beside them and leaned closer to them.

"She told me that tonight at Club Rave a band that does Powerline covers will be playing. Guys, it's gonna be super-cool!"

"Wow, that's cool, man," Max said, but couldn't help but feel a little tingling in his gut as he thought about his history with Powerlines music. It had helped him win a certain girl and Max knew he had to tell his friends about what he had decided to do. But know wasn't the time. The three joined for another game of cards, while they waited for the evening to come.

And the evening came. The three friends, together with PJ's girlfriend went during laughter towards Club Rave.

"I must say, it surprised me that you said yes. I thought Powerline was more for teenagers," Mocha stated as they sat down at a round table.

"It's not the music itself, brah. It's the memories that lies within it. You see young Goof here got his first girlf…" Bobby said but Max silenced him with an angry look.

"Don't push it, buddy," he said and looked away, but Mocha had noticed his heavily blushing cheeks. She casted a concerned look at Bobby but he was too busy with ordering drinks to notice.

The band eventually entered the scene and music that was unknown to Mocha, but held a great bound between the three males started to play through the club. The singer was dressed like a younger, but blonde Powerline and his singing were almost identical. Max, PJ and Bobby were soon consumed by the nostalgic tunes.

Later that evening, back at their dorm, the three friends started to make themselves ready to go to bed. Or that is if 'ready to go to bed' had the same meaning as 'massive pillow fight on the edge of war'. Bobby was sitting in PJ's bed where he was at least a little safer than on the ground. At least, until PJ managed to grab his foot and pull him down.

"Hey, guys," Max suddenly said as he ducked for a pillow thrown by PJ. "I've been thinking, or Bobby, you made me think." The redhead stopped throwing for a second and looked suspiciously at Max. It wasn't a rare thing that he made people think, but usually it was out of confusion than anything else.

"What's up, man?" PJ asked and unwillingly laid down his weapon, aka pillow. Max blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He thought he had been drinking enough to gain the courage to say this. Apparently he hadn't. But he had started and he had to continue.

"You both know that I liked Roxanne… well a lot. And I was thinking, maybe…" he cleared his throat. Bobby slowly realized that he was holding his breath. No… He thought. No! The black-haired boy continued in a fast, shaky voice; "Maybe I should call her and ask her out or something." Bobby's heart skipped a beat before it sank to a region somewhere close to his guts. PJ whistled and got over and pulled Max into a headlock, rubbing his already messy hair with his fist.

"I told you, you two never would've broke up," the big student cheered. Bobby's brain was spinning as he walked over to his friends. Are you fucking blind?! his mind cried out towards Max, but instead he heard his own voice shout joyfully;

"Alright Maxie-million!" as he bumped Max friendly in the back.

It was in the middle of the night when Mocha Girl's phone called.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, Jesus…" she mumbled as she picked up the angrily ringing phone.

"Yes?" she answered politely but with a touch of irritation.

"I screw up," a dull voice said through the phone.

"Bobby, what did I tell you about calling me within reas…" she started annoyed but cut herself short as she realized that the person in the other end was sobbing. "Where are you?" she asked worriedly and hoped he wouldn't be too far away.

"By the fountain," came the muffled answer.

"Alright buddy, hang in there. I'm on my way."

She arrived to the college park twenty minutes later. Bobby was sitting by the fountain with his head rested in his hands. At his feet lay two dead joints and he was smoking a third one. Mocha sat down beside him and stroke his back slowly. She didn't ask anything, but waited for him to say something. He didn't. Instead he dropped the cigarette on the ground and threw himself around her neck. He was crying unstoppable against her shoulder while his hands clenched at the back of her black coat. She caressed his back but said or did nothing to hurry him. After a few minutes he settled down and let go of her.

"I screw up…" he whispered again and stared at his hands like they were some kind of alien beings. The poetess took his hands in hers. They were cold as ice.

"Explain," was all she said and tried in vain to make eye contact.

"Max is asking Roxanne out…" he raised his gaze and stared at the girl in front of him. "He still loves her and it's my fault!" he blurted out.

"It's not your…" Mocha started but she was interrupted by the hipster's angry voice.

"But it is! I made him think about her! I was the one not daring to tell him… tell him… Fuck!" He hid his face in his hands and Mocha felt how his whole body was rocking. She patted him friendly and did what she knew was best in these situations; she waited. After a while he stopped sobbing and sat right up. His eyes stared into the distance and he seemed far away. When he finally spoke it sounded like a ghost of his former self.

"But it's alright, you know. I mean who cares anyway? I'm just the weirdo. It's okay 'cause I will always be fine. It's okay to hurt someone that will always be fine, right? I guess it is…" he sat quiet for a few seconds before continuing. "And if I wouldn't be okay… if I would just, I dunno', give up? Then no one would think that's strange either 'cause I'm just me, I'm just Bobby. And maybe it's better if I no longer existed…" His words died out as a glowed palm hit his cheek heavily.

Mocha directly regretted her action. She was against violence but sometimes it was needed. She took Bobby's both shoulders and squeezing them lightly, she turned him towards her.

"Don't you dare say that," she said strictly but still gently. "You will not give up, you hear me? Is this how you solve problems back at Spoonerville? Because I have been taught that if you get a problem you deal with it. And despite what you believe in I actually care, Bobby. I like you even thought I for my wildest imagination can't understand why." She smiled and her eyes glimmered happily when she saw Bobby do the same.

"Sorry, it's just a lot right now," he said and looked down at the ground again.

"Yeah," she agreed and eyed the yellow and red leaves that were still struck on the trees. "It's getting cold." Bobby nodded to this even though he didn't really feel it.

"What will you do on the Christmas break?" Mocha asked and tried to ease up the tension. Bobby shrugged.

"Dunno. Go home I guess," he said and looked at the black skies above.

"Go home? You mean to…" Mocha started.

"Yes!" Bobby snapped. "Yes I'm going home to my father and my 'oh so wonderful'- sisters! And yes it's the same goddamn father that I told ya 'bout last time. Happy?" he sighed and leaned against a tree.

"Sorry…again…" he said and shoved his hands down his pockets.

"It's okay. I understand," Mocha said and carried on. "So you have sisters?" To that Bobby only snorted and it took a while before he said anything more.

"I got three older sisters, the youngest is 24 if I'm not completely woozy," he smiled weakly. "It's not that we have a bad relationship it's just that…well they're surgeons, lawyers and designers. I'm just, well, me… I guess I've never been good enough," he ended and looked away awkwardly.

"How about your mother? Can't you talk to her?" Mocha asked carefully. Bobby just shook his head sadly.

"My mum isn't…available…" he responded. For once Mocha was out of words. She just walked up to him and gave him a hug. The angst he radiated was almost painful for her but she could feel something else as well. Something deep inside that wanted to live, that wanted to grow and be strong.

"I can tell that you have greatness inside. Don't waste it on trying to live up to other's expectations," she said, bid him goodnight and went home. Bobby watched her leave.

"Yeah, right," he sighed and lightened another joint.

Author's note

Not so much to say about this. I am being me and putting characters through horrible angst *evil laughter* :p

But I do have a story and all you have to do is go along. That's all I'm going to say for now.

This chapter is rather short as well, I'm sorry for that. Hopefully the next one is better.

Random notes

-Bobby's sisters: Totally made up fabric to make it clearer why Bobby seems to have so much to live up to.

-The joints: I have no idea really how much you can smoke without getting sick, but I looked it up and it seems that the more you smoke, the more you can take. And if Bobby has been smoking every day since he was 14-15… well you can do the calculation.