Thanks to everyone so far! I own nothing except for Kit, all else belongs to their rightful owners! Also, I do not own any of the songs or song lyrics mentioned in this chapter. And I was experimenting to see if I could write a decent first person point of view sort of thing, so yeah. Enjoy!

"I'm going to hurt both of them!" Kit said, as she paced back and forth. Sherman rolled his eyes as he watched the brunette attempt to blow off steam. "I'll string 'em up the flag pole! They'd better have friends at the hospital! I'm going to hurt them both so bad that they won't walk for a month!" Kit finally sat down across from Sherman, folding her arms across her chest. "Aren't you mad?" She looked at him curiously.

"Yes. But what good will it do if we string them up the flag pole? That won't teach Spinner anything," the younger Cortez brother responded, a light shrug given. "Why don't we play along with this and see what happens? You need a break from Lucas and I need a break from Spinner." Kit rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she sighed. "I do need a break."

Meanwhile, Lucas was mingling around the local mall. There was nothing else he could do, and Spinner had ditched him to go find the rest of the Battle Force 5. The boy sighed and wandered around some more, a little bored. He stopped in the pet store and looked at the turtles, but pretty soon something else caught his eye. He ran out of the pet store and hid behind a plant that was next to the elaborate fountain. He watched as a certain red head walked through the mall hastily, looking a little peeved.

Someone smacked him on the back and he fell forward, slamming into the floor. This caught Stanford's attention, just as Lucas looked over his shoulder to see Kendra running away from the scene. He jumped to his feet and brushed himself off. "Oi! You're Lucas!" Stanford said in surprise, pointing at him. Lucas shook his head and turned to walk away. But, Stanford was a little too persistent. "Hey, hey! I'm one of your band's biggest fans!" Lucas paused and sighed, sitting down on a bench.

Stanford sat down next to him. "Yeah, I'm Lucas," the boy replied, looking at the excited British boy beside him. "That stunt you pulled at the concert last night made you look like a total idiot, by the way." Stanford nodded and looked down for a moment. "What?" Lucas was worried that Stanford knew that Kit was in the band. Or that Kit was back, for that matter.

"I know. And…well that singer reminds me a lot of an old friend I had about a year back," Stanford replied. "But she left because I acted like an idiot…" Lucas almost felt bad for Stanford. "I made the biggest mistake of my life when I did what I did… Well, the second biggest mistake. The first big mistake was when I tried to tell Simon that he was adopted. But that's beside my point!" The red head sighed. "And even if she does come back, why would she come back? I almost let her get killed!"

"Well that's one thing you don't wanna do when trying to impress a girl," Lucas snorted. "Sounds like you need to get her back."

"Right," Stanford replied. "But how do you expect me to do that? I don't know where she is…"

Kit's POV

Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, and I bet that you exploded in my heart… I repeated that line of that particular song over and over again in my head. It didn't rain much out here in Handler's Corners, but today was one of those days when it rained like crazy. Even though I was afraid of thunderstorms, I did like the rain. Sherman and I had stopped talking after a while, both unsure of what to say, I suppose. I'd glance at him every few minutes, but I'd look away and shake my head.

If I could only figure out what he was thinking about!

There's one thing you should know about me. I can't see emotion in people's eyes, if you understand what I mean. I may see a sparkle, but that's about it. I see eye colour first, and that's what I was good at, eye colour. Like Sherman's eyes were olive green, just like Spinner's. But Vert's were a bright blue, and of course Stanford's were emerald green. Agura's seemed caramel brown to me, while on the other hand, Zoom's were just brown. So if you catch me looking someone straight in the eye, it's so that I can see their eye colour.

I sighed and repeated the line from the song in my head again. Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, and I bet that you exploded in my heart… I jumped when I heard the thunder crack outside, but I calmed down soon afterward. Maybe I was just jumpy. I shrugged to myself and rested my chin in my palm, continuing to stare out the window. I watched as rain streaked down the window, and I was tempted to press my hand against the glass. Another line from the song entered my mind as I contemplated this… Oh, Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him… What was it with this song?

I snorted and rolled my eyes, which caught Sherman's attention. I suppose that's partly why I did that, but oh well. I looked back at him with a thoughtful expression. We didn't say anything, but I didn't think we needed to. It was easy to tell that we were both thinking about the same thing. If he'd just say something about it! I wasn't going to bring it up, that was for sure.

I directed my eyes back to the window, focusing on the raindrop that slid down the window. I put my index finger on the glass and traced its path. The glass was surprisingly cold, but I was wearing a hoodie, so I felt fine. The raindrop disappeared, only to be replaced by another raindrop. I smirked slightly, but it was bitter more than anything else. The disappearing raindrops reminded me of Stanford, because I was like the disappearing raindrop. I had dripped away, and now I was gone, and I wasn't going back to him.

Not that I had ever been with him in the first place.

What had I become? Just a bitter person, I suppose. If that's all I was going to amount to, then so be it. But why was fate so cruel? I did want happiness, but it was just out of my grasp. I couldn't have Stanford, not that I wanted him. (OK, maybe that's partly a lie.) And I didn't think Sherman was someone I could have, either. I didn't really think he wanted me in the first place, but what the heck? Why was I thinking about Sherman? OK, OK, I'll admit I had developed some sort of…attraction to him over the past year, but really, it wasn't anything special…

I rolled my eyes at my mind-blathering. I was indeed a rambler. Another song popped into my head, so I repeated a line from that song in my head, too. So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention, do you? So many songs, so many meanings, so many words… They all fit me so well, but none of them helped me in any way, shape, or form. The rain fell harder against the glass as I mulled these thoughts over.

"Kit!" Sherman called, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I sat up straight and looked at him in surprise.

He had startled me.

I had let my guard down.

"Yeah?" I asked, voice husky. I tended to get that way whenever I was thinking about something serious. I sighed and looked back down at the table, waiting for the guy across from me to answer. Waiting is the hardest part, they say. I've learned that it is indeed the hardest part. I chewed my bottom lip in anticipation. What would he say? I knew what I wanted, no needed him to say, but like it'd ever happen. You wanna know why?

Because life ain't a fairy tale.

"I can tell that you're bored."

"I'm not bored," I said with a chuckle. "No, no, Sherman. I'm thinking… It's almost like I'm arguing with myself…"

"That's an interesting way to put it," Sherman replied. I liked talking to Sherman, because he was one of the only people I could have a serious conversation with. Or just a simple conversation, but the words always held more than I could understand, and I think he felt the same way, as well. I didn't know how to reply, but I just said what came to mind.

"I dunno. I suppose so."

Pause.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sherman asked curiously. I could feel those olive green eyes watching me. If I shifted, they followed. It unnerved me. In fact, now I know how he feels whenever I watch him that way. I didn't know what to say. Sometimes words escaped me. I didn't want to sound like some bumbling idiot, so I just gave him a dark, blue eyed glance. I couldn't hold his gaze, though, so I looked back to the window. I couldn't muster up enough strength, enough will power to control my emotions and words.

I didn't know why I was suddenly feeling so guilty…so angry…so upset… But it all washed over me like a tidal wave. I sighed, and it seemed sharp. It was almost like it stabbed through the silence, but there was no blood. Blood being words, metaphorically speaking. I felt the pressure release as Sherman's olive green eyes shifted to the window. He was quiet when he wanted to be. As was I. I chewed my bottom lip a little more, only to keep myself from saying something I might regret saying later on.

It's hard for me to stay level-headed, but around Sherman, it's rather easy. Around Stanford is another story. I can't keep my temper in check around him, but what else makes life interesting? I've never had luck in my love life, but after a while, I just stopped caring. Well, that's a lie. I just buried it. Deep down inside, with the rest of my insecurities. Was I striving to be perfect? Possibly… But that was messed up. If anyone was imperfect, it was me. If anyone was perfect, it had to be Sherman. I'd even say Stanford is a better person than I am… But I'd start laughing about that statement.

But I'm positive Sherman is a good person. He's better than me. He always has been.

I'm not degrading myself. (In my mind, I'm not.) I'm just calling it like I see it. I guess my point… Is that I don't know who I want. But I won't count on getting them. So I'm thinking about what I'm going to do now. Now that our band is a hit, now that I have something to fall back on, now that I have an amazing car… Couldn't I leave?

Pressure. S'all I felt.

Sherman's olive green eyes were on me again. It was like he could tell what I was thinking about. I snorted and lost the whole leaving resolve. I shook my head and stood up, looking at Sherman curiously for a moment. I sat back down, propped my feet up on the table and put my hands behind my head. He had this effect, this pull. I had to stay. I dunno why, so don't ask me. (OK, I do know why…) I didn't care if people stared at me. (Which was odd.) "Talk," I commanded simply.

"What about?" Sherman asked, raising his eyebrows in question. I shrugged.

"Does it matter?" I responded. Which was true.

Because it didn't matter.

"If you say so," Sherman replied, a light shrug given.

"But let's take a walk," I said, suddenly jumping up.

"In the rain?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

We walked outside, and he had an umbrella in hand. I smirked and took it, using it to make sure I didn't get wet. "Run!" I told him, pushing him lightly. He just stared at me, before throwing his hands up in the air and he ran to the Buster Tank. Spinner must've taken Lucas' car.

Best friends are the friends that take your umbrella and tell you to run.

So I at least had him on my best friends list.

But what about Stanford?

It didn't matter at the moment in time. I just walked to the Buster Tank. Right now, I was satisfied.

OK, wow... Kit is a freaking rambler! :P I hope this chapter was OK. It was kind of a filler, but there was some important stuff in there. Anyways, review! Tell me what you think! Got any ideas on what might happen with Lucas and Stanford? :P Thanks for reading and reviewing!