Hey! Those of you who are reading! Sorry for the short last chapter… Anywho. Thank you if you actually are reading (more than Ullidari this is) cause… well never mind. Enjoy!

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The following three months passed in a blur most of the time. I started to hang out more and more with Yong and Hyong and soon we were the Freak-kid trio. I learned that Hyong like me, also had a very weak health and we kept each-other company on the bleachers while the others had gym class with Mr. Weilschmidt. Yong barely spent any time with his own class on the breaks. He lightened things up a great deal if I dare say so. Mr. Jones was great and I think I actually learned something those months. However my favorite teacher had turned out to be our drama-teachers Mr. Williams, aka Mattie. Not only was he nice and patient but he was also much calmer than his brother. Some things were of course bothering me. I was as weak and sick as ever and kept getting teased by the jocks. I was failing in biology and Peter kept on his constant bothering. But the worst thing was by no doubt what scared me the most. It had started a few weeks into the semester. I started to notice how good looking some of the boys were, Logan in particular. I started to notice how handsome he was and how his muscles moved when he worked out. I could catch myself marveling about how the light hit his hair and I found myself wondering what he looked like naked.

The problems developed one night when Arthur was out of town and I was slumbering on the couch. Just then Logan entered and for some reason I found myself suddenly cradled in his strong arms with my head resting against his strong chest. I realized that I loved that feeling and wanted it to last forever. I inhaled his scent and hummed slightly when he carefully placed me in my bed and tucked me in. I was in heaven.

I also realized that I loved to hear him laugh and to see him smile. He had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and his eyes always held a sparkle when he did. I no longer dreaded his teasing, in fact I craved for any kind of attention from my supposedly brother. That is where my life was going downhill.

It was a gray and dull Saturday and the rain was pouring down. Peter and Wy were sitting on the floor playing some kind of chess but without following the rules. Marie was out in the garden dancing with a blue dress swirling around her feet as she moved gracefully. Charlie sat in an armchair with his game-boy and I was watching as Ada McGrath was slowly removing her jacket to show her skin as Arthur stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. I knew I had to turn it off soon with Peter, Wy and Charlie in the room. Arthur would have a fit if I let the three of them see the more intimate and violent scenes. I sighed as I watched Ada kiss her future husband and turned off the TV. I smiled as the backdoor opened and Marie stepped in barefoot, grinning widely. The moment the door shut, Arthur called from the kitchen.

"Get yourself into the shower this instant young lady! I can't have you sick this close to your English test!"

Marie just giggled and ran up the stairs to fetch a towel. I sighed and slumped down at the kitchen-table. I had absolutely no idea what I could do so I absentmindedly reached for a paper and pen and started writing.

You see me, but it's just the shell.

You see me and see that all is well.

I felt the inspiration flood through my hand and I started in the third line.

You see me

A loud laughter brought me out of my inspiration and I discreetly removed my poem. In stormed a soaking wet Logan grinning wildly. Instantly Arthur called out.

"Logan Lessly Kirkland, where on earth have you been? I told you to be home for dinner tonight!"

Logan grinned cheekily and I had to look down not to break right there.

"Sorry Artie, but there's someone I want you to meet."

I could see Arthur's eyebrow twitch.

"My name is not Artie. And who might you be talking about?"

Arthur turned from the stove with raised eyebrows. Logan winked at him and scurried out in the hall, only to return just later with a cute blonde girl with ponytail and blue eyes.

"Arthur, this is Caroline," I watched with beating heart as they suddenly intertwined their fingers. "My girlfriend."

It was a tense dinner that took its place in the Kirkland household. Wy was extremely displeased about the girl who had taken her regular seat next to Logan. Marie, who had found quiet the shock when she returned to the kitchen in nothing but a bathrobe, was sitting with still wet hair and a rather grumpy look. Peter and Charlie sat and picked on the food and Arthur looked slightly ticked off that his family-dinner had been ruined but he hid it behind a strained smile. Logan and Caroline had since long left Arthur's dinner in favor of eating each other instead. As for me I was doing my best not to choke on the food and throw up. I was feeling complete utter crap and the nausea was coming up. My hands clutched harshly to the utensils to prevent them from shaking but it hardly worked.

Finally, Marie got up tensely and started to gather up the plates. I shot up as well to help but a hand from Arthur got me down again.

"Logan, would you be a dear and help Marie with the dishes?"
It wasn't a question really so Logan nodded and got up. Caroline instantly turned to the table and smiled sweetly.

"It was delicious Mr. Kirkland."

Arthur smiled equally sweetly.

"Thank you dear. That warms my heart."

"You really didn't have to keep me over for dinner Mr. Kirkland."

"Non-sense dear. It was no trouble at all."

"You have such a lovely home Mr. Kirkland."

"Thank you…"

I found myself not being able to handle it anymore and shot up. Arthur looked at me in surprise.

"May I be excused? I'm tired."

Arthur gave me a wary look but nodded.

"Sleep well, Jamie."

I nodded simply and left without a word.

I glanced at the watch above the door. 23.34. Why couldn't I fall asleep? Oh that's right, 'cause every time I close my eyes, all I see is Logan sucking the girls face of. I was still feeling sick on top of that. I could hear talking in the hallway but I paid no interest to what they were saying. A door closed and seconds later, my door opened. I rolled over and pretended I was asleep although I obviously wasn't. I expected to hear Arthur's voice from the doorway but instead it was a voice that made my heart clench in an odd way.

"Hey mate, are you sleeping?"

"Even if I was it wouldn't matter, would it?" I murmured into my pillow. "What do you want?"

Logan entered the room and flopped down on a chair in the small room.

"Can't two brother's talk to each other without one of them getting pissy?"

I shot up from my bed and glared at him. I instantly regretted that move however, since it only left me with more nausea and dizziness. I gripped for my bed frame in order to keep the room from spinning. I missed the frame however and felt myself tumbling forwards and out of the bed. Before I could land however, Logan had caught me in his strong muscular arms and held me steadily.

"You all right mate?"
I shook my head as my vision got blurry. Why was my cheeks suddenly so moist.

"Don't move, I'll fetch Arthur." He placed me back on the bed and then he was out of my life again.

After getting rid of most of what I'd been eating for the past 24 hours and weeping like a baby in misery Arthur finally got me back into bed. I could see how tired he was and that only worsened the misery. Despite his own lack of sleep I think he stayed until I had completely fallen asleep.

I woke up hours later feeling mostly recovered. My head wasn't spinning, there wasn't a lump in my throat and I was even hungry. I was about to get up to head to the kitchen but just then Marie passed my door. She smiled at me brightly and hurried over to hug me.

"I'm so glad that you're awake again!" she shrieked as she pretty much petted my hair. She pulled away and looked me with a frown. "But you're not well enough to leave bed yet." She scolded wriggling her finger in front of me, making me laugh.

"Alright, mum. I'll stay in bed like a good boy."

She mustered a stern glance before she giggled.

"I'll get you some breakfast Jamie."

She went as far as to kissing my forehead and then she was out as well. I found myself marveling how my one year younger sister could act so motherly and mature. I lay in silence, listening to the clatter of plates in the kitchen. Growing bored, I scanned the room in search of entertainment. My laptop stood on the other side of the room, the bookshelf was by the door and my mobile-battery was dead. I scored silently when I noticed that the poem from yesterday was within reach. I reached for it, along with a pen and continued from where I was yesterday.

You see me, not able to tell.

You see me, but you don't hear me yell.

I hear you, but the words won't reach.

I hear you and your empty speech.

I hear you, what you try to teach.

I hear you

I stopped. What the hell rhymed with reach, speech and teach? I pondered it for a while until the door opened and Logan revealed himself in the doorway with the tray of food.

"Marie got a phone-call."

He said simply as he handed me the tray. It was a special tray actually. The first time that I got really ill, I was out for almost a week. After I regained conscious I was to remain in bed for another week. With all the eating in bed, Arthur bought one of those trays that you can balance on the bed so it becomes kind of like a table in bed. I had only been nine years old so Arthur had even decorated it with sheep and kiwis to remind me of home. I put the poem aside and couldn't help but smile at Logan.

"You feeling any better mate?"

I nodded. I was expecting him to leave but he plopped down on the chair again.

"I still wanted to talk to you yesterday." He said uneasily.

"'bout what?" I mumbled, refusing to make eye-contact.

"Do you have a crush on my girlfriend?"

I choked on my food slightly and had to cough twice or so to get air down my lungs again.

"What? Why would be in love with Caroline."

Logan looked at me skeptically.

"Because she's hot, smart and popular. And you kept staring at her all through dinner."

No I was staring at you.

"Whatever. I'm not gonna steal your chance of popularity. "

He grinned widely.

"Thank's mate! But I don't need a girlfriend to be popular. I gotta go now, take care. Oh," he suddenly seemed to remember something half-way through the door and turned back. "You might want this if you're staying in bed for a while." He said as he handed me laptop and cellphone charger. He winked at me and left the room.