"Nunca diga su feliz cuando su triste, nunca dice bueno cuando su no, y nunca dice que su solo mientras estoy todavía vivo."

"Never say your happy when your sad, never say okay when your not, and never say that your alone while I'm still alive."

Within a half an hour later Psymon told Dane about everything that happened about the fight with Alyssa that he could recall. They were sitting on the tailgate of the truck looking over swift current from a ledge from near by hill.

"Ever since she said that it feels like that's how everybody feels. I don't even wanna look at anybody. I was so…embarrassed, I left through my window."

Dane played with Psymon's lighter in his hand while swinging his feet. "Nah. Your parents would have never taken you in if they didn't want you cause your biracial or whatever."

"It's just…," he started, "I don't know. It's hard, and when she mentioned my little brother I really almost jumped her."

"You should try and find him," Dane suggested.

"I haven't spoken to my aunt Tamara since the day she dropped me off. I have no clue where in world he could be."

They both soon got up loading up to go home. Dane stopped and watched Psymon lift the tail gate. "Dude your, uhh, actually getting tall."

Psymon turned around and noticed he was Dane's height. Psymon smiled, "I know it's great, Melissa and ass clown can't play that stupid game with me anymore."

Over the next three and a half weeks Psymon and Alyssa hadn't spoken a word to each other. Alyssa had been grounded again for letting another person drive the car and Psymon was grounded for egging cars when mom and dad did eventually find out.

And now senior year begins today, the last first day of school. Denise finished preparing breakfast and the now familiar call of her name was heard from upstairs. "Mom!"

His voice took her breath away sometimes. He finally got over the cracking voice phase which was strong for a while and cracked every now and again. But now he had a deep strong voice.

She put her hands on her hips. There he stood at the top of the stairs, fitting T-shirt and pants a bit too short. "Oh honey…go get dad's pants," she told him.

"These are his pants," he said.

She sighed heavily. "You'll have to find something to wear until we go shopping later today," she said walking back into the kitchen.

"There's no way he's gotten that tall," Tom told his wife.

"I'm pretty sure he's taller then you dad," Melissa said cutting up her French toast.

Psymon eventually came down wearing flooded jeans he found in the back of his closet and the longest T-shirt he could find. Tom stood up and told Psymon stand next to him.

"Holly frick, you are taller then me…" he said actually looking up to Psymon.

Psymon shrugged, "Only by a couple inches, haven't you noticed?"

"I work all day and your never here anymore since you got that truck," he said sitting down, "besides, there's a chance you could shrink."

"Right." Psymon had then gotten a slick idea for Melissa. He saw her reach for her fork as he picked it up and raised it above his head. She stood up in front of him, "Give it."

"What? Oh…this?" he asked jiggling it, "you want this? Why don't you jump for it? Should've heeded moms warnings all those years."

She jumped and he stretched his arm a little higher. Denise smiled and pinched his lower back, "Come on now stop playing around."

He rubbed his back while handing over the fork. "Ow," he told her.

"Now that your taller maybe you can get a little wider."

"Mom…."

Psymon picked up Dane from his house where Forest was as well. The ride to school wasn't very eventful. Just Forest yammering on about going mudding up north for the past couple of weeks with his dad.

They all piled out and Forest took a good look at Psymon. "You know, something looks awfully different about you," he said.

"Probably cause I'm like two inches shorter then you now…but still like 1/8 of you," he said as they started walking to the front doors.

"Not my fault your anorexic."

"Ok that's not funny, you can walk the hell home now lard ass."

Dane looked up to them opening the door, "I hate you guys."

They all walked to their assigned homerooms. Forest said his good byes as Dane and Psymon proceeded into the room taking their seats in the back

Dane nudged Psymon and pointed at Elise who was three seats up.

Psymon gasped for a second, she was breath taking. Her hair had gotten longer since the last time he'd seen her and she looked amazing. Psymon looked around and didn't see Monty. 'Good,' he thought.

Psymon kept an eye on her through his black hair that was pushed down by his hat. Dane saw him in an almost stunod look.

Dane had an evil grin on his face rolling up a piece of paper and throwing it at her. "Dude!" Psymon quietly shouted.

She instantly turned around and saw Dane waving. She smiled waving back with her fingers. The bell rang and Psymon practically pulled Dane by the neck out the door and pushed him up against the locker. "Asshole," he said, "You know I freeze and choke up and shit around her."

"You gotta talk to her sometime, I heard her and Monty are about to break up anyway."

"Heard wha- ? wait… dude we've been here for fifteen minutes and your already hearing things?"

"It's high school."

After English the next block was gym. They mostly just sat on the bleachers while they picked classes. The famous duo picked volleyball. Psymon tried to see what Elise had picked but she was soon lost in the crowd. Earlier it looked like she didn't know who he was which made him a little nervous.

The bells rang and it was time for shop. Psymon and Dane laughed at Monty as he unscrewed a bolt for the oil and it poured onto his face and clothes.

"Shut the hell up before I come over there and beat the shit out of you," Monty told them wiping off his face with a rag.

"Douchebag," Dane called.

Monty threw a nice sized wrench and it unfortunately landed in Psymon's shin.

"Ow you homo!" Psymon said hopping around holding his leg. Their shop teacher, Mr. Cox had came out to break up what ever was happening. He had learned from experience from these kids to be on the look out for fighting.

When Mr. Cox saw everything was ok he returned to his office.

"Homo huh?" Monty asked, "That's why I'm boning your sister right?"

"I really don't care what you do with Alyssa," he said turning around heading back to the GMC he had been working on.

School had let out finally. Psymon had to deal with Monty for the rest shop taunting him about Alyssa and what they did in mom's car. He wanted to tell his mom but…. He just couldn't. He honestly didn't like Monty talking bad about her but he was mad at her for what she said.

Psymon walked out the back door to go to his truck. He told Dane and Forest he had to stop at his locker to drop off 'crap' from English. He walked up the walkway along the football field and noticed a certain someone under the bleachers crying.

She was sitting on the ground with her head between her knees crying audibly. 'Should I go over there?!' he thought to himself. But what if she just told him to go away, or just ran away? Then he would look like an idiot. But he hated seeing women cry.

He sucked in a deep breath and walked over to her. He kneeled beside her, "Hey…are you ok?" he mentally slapped himself, obviously she wasn't ok.

She gasped then tried to quickly wipe her tears away. "Yea, I'm fine."

He sat down crossing his legs and looked at her. "You can tell me what happened."

"I don't even know you…"

"What? I'm Psymon… remember? The kid that had the accident everyone and their mother saw?"

She looked at him with puffy eyes, "Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you. You were so much shorter then me back in July."

"Yea puberty hit me like a sock full of nickels," he said laughing trying to lighten the mood, "But seriously, you can tell me what's wrong because I highly doubt crying under bleachers is your hobby."

It looked like she was hesitating but she opened up. "Monty has been cheating on me. He has another girlfriend."

"Yea my sister. He's been trying to get to me about it all day."

"Alyssa is your sister?"

"Unfortunately."

She relaxed her legs and looked him in the eyes, "How did you know?"

"Well, me, Dane, and Forest were egging cars when I saw my moms car come down the street. I threw the whole carton and when they stopped I saw him and my sister get out. She actually let him drive my mom's car."

"What a bastard," she said watching him light a cigarette. Tears fell down her cheeks sullenly.

"I hate seeing girls cry, if it will make you feel better I'd like to take you out sometime," his stomach was in knots and twisting and turning waiting on her reply.

She stared into, what she could see through his thick hair, his icy eyes and admired his features. He was very attractive in his own way, but she wasn't sure about him or the situation at hand. "I don't know…," she said looking back down.

He smiled and stood acting calmly as possible, "Well let me know, you look like you could use some cheering up." And with that he walked away.