Hello, blazingalex here. Whelp, time for the third chapter and to introduce Shyne's "love interest."

Chapter 3: Fire in my Heart

Shyne tensed up as Zack and the Cyndaquil entered the room. Her face was still red from blush, and her eyes explored the room nervously. Looking at the Cyndaquil, he felt nervous around her, too. He twiddled his fingertips together as he walked in.

"H-hey, Shyne," he whispered. "Who's the new guy?"

"I just moved here, across the street," I answered. "Name's Lucas."

"Hi. I live a couple of houses down. I'm Connor."

"Connor, I think my sister has something to say to you," Zack smiled deviously. The Cyndaquil looked up, a scared look on his face. Shyne had the exact same look.

"From over here it looks like both of you want to say something," I added. Zack pushed Connor towards Shyne. I watched as the two awkwardly stood around, looking around and avoiding eye contact. Zack crossed his arms.

"If you don't tell him, I will." I walked up to Connor and turned him to face Shyne. With a deep breath, Shyne grabbed Connor's face and pulled him in, kissing him hard. The Cyndaquil's face blushed hard from the sudden affection shown. I took a step back and looked to Zack.

"That worked out."

"Yeah, too well." Turning back to the two, I noticed that Connor had given in and grabbed her waist.

"No such thing as too well." I fell back onto the couch and let out a deep sigh. The pair slowly split apart, Shyne blushing a deep red. "Maybe we should leave them for now, how does that sound Zack?"

"What? And miss out on all the drama? I wanna see these two admit it."

"I suppose that'd be quite the sight."

"Me kissing him wasn't enough?" Shyne asked angrily. "What? You want me to pull out a fucking ring?"

"I think he just wants you to actually say it." Connor turned to me, then back to Shyne.

"Y-you feel the same way?" He asked shyly. "You...you love me?"

She blushed more "Y-yeah…" She replied hesitantly, turning away slightly. Connor grabbed her hands.

"Shyne…" He was cut off in my head as I started seeing some of my old friends, hanging from what looked like a town hall. I closed my eyes and heard their screams. My hands gripped the couch tightly and I felt my breathing start to speed up. A few seconds later I opened my eyes, a slight glow emanating from my eyes quickly went away as I looked to see if anyone noticed.

Zack stared at me. "You okay, dude?" He asked.

"I'm fine…" I started feeling nauseous. "Excuse me. I need to go." I got up as quick as I could and ran out.

"Hey, wait!" Zack called out. I didn't stop. Instead, I ran back home, bursting through the door and running upstairs. My dad and Sally were still on the couch, talking and laughing. Breathing rapidly, I burst into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me; grabbing the sink and looking into the mirror. Sweat dripped down my face as I closed my eyes again.

Flashes of my old friends flew past my eyes. Them blindfolded, hung, shot, cut, stabbed, even shocked. A hooded figure appeared in every flash, always turning towards me and flashing a wicked smile. I pressed my forehead against the mirror as I squeezed the sides of the sink. The heads of my friends mounted on spikes, giving off a stare that went on for miles. Their mouths moving, whispering "It's your fault."

A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"Lucas! Snap out of it!" He screamed, shaking me slightly. I opened my eyes. Zack stopped shaking me and let go. "What's going on with you?" I looked down.

"I'm fine," I answered sternly, turning back to the mirror.

"No, you're not. You cracked the fucking sink. Now, tell me or I will beat your fucking dick off." Great. 21 Jump Street references.

Taking a deep breath, I started. "It's just… I get these… thoughts. Dark thoughts. That I have no control of whatsoever." I turned back to him. "I don't tell anyone about it. Not even my dad. For all he knows, I come in here to brush my teeth some more. Also, beat it off how?"

"Don't get smart with me, got it?"

"I won't if you won't. So how are you gonna beat it off though? Jerk me?"

"Shut up!"

"Make me!"

"Ok." He leaned forward and slammed his lips onto mine, catching me off-guard. He pushed me into the sink as his tongue slid into my mouth. Before I could do anything, he let go and backed up, smiling.

"Wha- Y-you…"

"Secret's safe with me," he said. "Hope this is too."

And that'll do it. Remember to review and PM me if you want us to add anything to the story. blazingalex, out!