Zander pounded on Spencer's bedroom door. "Dude! Open up! This is getting ridiculous!"

There was no reply on the other side.

Zander sighed in frustration and leaned against the door. He stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds before knocking again, although gently this time. "Bro, come on... You're making way too big a deal out of this. Will you please just listen? You don't even know what really happened!"

Still nothing. Spencer was obviously refusing to listen to his brother.

Zander groaned and put his head against the wall. This was just a huge waste of time. Man, my brother is such a moron...

The doorbell rang. Zander sighed again before heading downstairs to open the front door. The familiar ding-dong echoed impatiently a couple more times before he reached the door. "Just wait for a second, will ya?!" he shouted irritably, hoping the person on the other end would hear him.

He opened the door to let whoever it was in, only to see that it was just Jack, Cody, and Anton. "Oh. It's you three."

Jack simply stormed in without a word, and the other two followed suit.

"Uh, come in?" Zander questioned before closing the door again. "What are you guys doing here?"

Jack ignored the question, turning to ask him quite forcefully, "Where's your brother?"

"In his room." Zander blinked, not used to seeing Jack this way. Anton apparently had the same thoughts, as he shared a similar blank expression. Cody, however, was smirking like there was no tomorrow.

Without hesitation, Jack hastily went up the stairs, taking two at a time. He approached Spencer's door, and pounded it with his fist. "SPENCER! Open up!"

"That's not going to work, no matter how loud you are," Zander called to him, going back upstairs, with Cody and Anton trailing behind him.

Jack growled, slapping his forehead.

"Here, let me try," Cody offered, stepping up. He hit the bedroom door even harder than Jack did, and shouted, "HEY! I went through shit today all because Jack's worried about you, so you better come out here or I'm gonna find a way to force my way in!"

A slight shuffling sound was heard on the other side, and then a voice cried out, "Will all of you stop trying to beat down my door and let me sulk in peace?! My broken heart will forever be unable to mend now that my own twin brother has betrayed me!"

Silence. Anton slowly put his hand over his face, while Cody turned his head to Zander and deadpanned, "Your brother is an idiot. No offense."

Zander raised an eyebrow. "I know. I'm surprised you never said that before now."

Jack crossed his arms, and said loudly, "Spencer, if you don't open the door right now, I'm kicking it down. I know martial arts."

No reaction from behind the door.

Anton gave Jack a what-the-hell look. "Kicking down his door? Really?"

Jack shrugged. "Hey, it always works on Jamie when he starts brooding in his bedroom."

Cody shot him a disbelieving expression. "So kicking down his door is just a complete bluff?"

"Kinda, yeah. Why?" Jack asked confusedly.

"You do not, I repeat, do not bluff, especially when it comes to kicking down doors. Bluffing makes you seem like a gigantic, old wuss," Cody scolded, his voice hard. "So you either kick down that door, or end up seeming like a quitter. Up to you."

"Cody, this isn't my house. I can't just break a random door!"

"Actually, you can. Our bedroom doors are pretty old anyway, and Mom's planning on replacing them," Zander piped up. "You can knock down that door as much as you want; I'll just tell her that I opened that door and it just broke off its hinges."

"Are you seriously giving him permission to vandalize your brother's door?" Anton muttered.

Jack sighed in defeat, knowing that Cody wasn't about to be dissuaded. "Fine." He took a couple steps back, focused on the door ahead of him, took a deep breath, and then ran forward and rammed his foot into Spencer's door as hard as he could. The door gave way and opened, dangling from its top hinge as the bottom one had broke.

Spencer, who moodily had his face on his pillow, looked up at the ruckus. His eyes widened. "Did you guys just break down my door?!"

"It's fine! Mom was gonna get rid of it anyway."

"But that was my door!"

Cody shrugged. "Eh, don't say none of us warned you."

Anton looked back at Jack, who hadn't come in yet. "Jack, you okay?"

Jack had collapsed and was now sitting on the wooden floor, clutching his sneaker and wincing at the pain he felt. "I should've worn my combat boots today."

"Well, you did manage to kick the door off one of its hinges, so good job despite the injured foot." Anton gave him a thumbs up.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you and me." Zander motioned to himself and his twin. "We need to talk."

"What's there to talk about?" Spencer muttered bitterly, hugging his knees to his chest. "I saw what happened..."

"Oy, you listen to your brother right now unless if you want me to slap the crap out of you until you pass out," Cody threatened. It was clear to everyone else in the room that he wasn't kidding.

"You might as well relent, his slaps do not feel good on the receiving end," Anton advised.

"Do I want to know how you know that?" Jack, who had stepped into the room, wondered.

"Likely not. It had something to do with freshman year though."

Zander had ignored all of this and stayed concentrated on Spencer. "So are you going to listen to me or not?"

Spencer didn't reply, so he took it as a yes.

"I didn't fall on top of Cici, okay?" Zander paused. "Okay, I did, but it was an accident! I didn't mean to tackle her and receive the attention of all the people in the cafeteria!"

"What happened was my fault," Jack piped up. "I kinda...shoved him onto her... But it was not intentional, in case you get any more wrong ideas."

Spencer stayed mute for a few more seconds, before timidly saying, "So...nothing bad really happened...?"

Zander shook his head. "No."

"And there really was nothing behind that little position you two had going on...?"

"No, that's what I've been trying to tell you!" Zander said exasperatedly. "But you didn't wanna listen!"

"...That's it," Spencer announced, falling back down on his pillow. "I'm an imbecile."

"Yes you are," Cody and Anton spoke grumpily in unison.

Spencer turned to Jack. "Why do they seem grouchier than usual?"

Jack chuckled nervously. "That was kinda my fault too..." He now realized how often he screwed things up between the five of them. He silently admitted to himself that he wasn't exactly the smartest genius on the planet either.

"This whole explanation thing was much easy than I pictured," Zander commented.

Spencer sat up. "Wait, so what did Cici want to talk to Jack about?"

"It, um...involves that date I told you I convinced Cici to go out on with you," Jack explained hesitantly. "Don't get all sore over this, but she's feeling a little...pessimistic about all of this and she admitted to me that she felt like changing her mind about it."

"I convinced her otherwise though," Zander added in quickly, before Spencer could react. "Don't worry, you still have your chance."

"And yeah, about that chance..." Spencer laughed guiltily. "Can she be the one to ask me out?"

"What?!" Zander roared.

"I'm sorry, but after what had transpired today, I figured that I want to save my dignity so she should be the one to ask me!"

"Bro," Zander sighed, sitting down beside him on the bed, "are you telling me you'd rather risk her dignity than your own? That's no way to ever get her to like you back." He paused. "Besides, your dignity already left you when you had that little tantrum at lunch today."

Spencer glared at him. "Thank you for trying to help me, but you're not being very successful at it."

"Alright, here's what I believe," Cody cut in. "The guy should always be the one to ask the girl out. Why? Because girls are sensitive. Guys are not. If a guy asks a girl out and gets rejected, at least she'll let him down kindly. But when a guy gets asked out by someone he thinks is some sort of cheap prostitute, he's going to slam her into the dust, deciding that he'd rather go fuck his skanky mother than give the chick a chance. And depending on her personality, what she does to deal with the heartbreak varies," he stated that last part bitterly, his mind obviously on a certain something.

"...Is therapy helping you or not?" Jack questioned.

"It depends on my current mood and level of willingness. If I went to a session right now, then my therapist really can't do anything for me."

"Hopefully your therapist will also teach you about getting a girlfriend," Anton remarked. "Because I think you really need one."

"Excuse you, I will get a girlfriend when I feel like it, which is never."

"Can you get a girlfriend though? Like are you able to?" Anton asked skeptically.

"What's that supposed to mean? Don't look now, but I can be hotter than your red hair. You just don't realize that, because we're all guys."

"Arrogant much?"

"Okay, okay!" Spencer interrupted in annoyance. "Fine! I'll ask Cici out on a date! Just anything to stop you two from going into this subject further!"

"But it was only getting entertaining!" Zander whined.

"You know Bo Robinson just came up to me today and told me that you were a cute couple?" Jack informed Cody and Anton.

Cody shot a look at Anton, then made a disgusted noise. "The fuck...? Piss off." He walked out of the room. "Goodbye."

There was a pause of silence between the remaining guys, then Spencer admitted, "You know, if you get past the foul mouth and the snarky attitude, Cody is pretty attractive."

Zander gave him a funny look, then shrugged it off. "As weird as that sounds, I see your point. He's probably around a...9.8 out of 10."

"I don't know..." Spencer apprehensively fidgeted with his fingers.

Zander fixed him with a hard stare. "Are you saying you're backing out? Again?"

"No! It's just that... You try asking out the girl you like and not have wobbly knees!"

"Spencer, it's easy! 'Will you go out on a date with me?' That's it! That's all you have to say! It's just a few words!"

"But the meaning behind those words is so hard to utter!" Spencer argued.

"What does that even mean?"

"Never mind."

Zander gave him a gentle push from behind towards the busily talking Cici, who was standing only about fifteen feet away. "Then just go!"

"But it's embarrassing!"

Zander gave him an unimpressed stare, then motioned to behind him. "Not as embarrassing as that, is it?"

Spencer looked over his brother's shoulder, only to spot Jack, Cody, and Anton in maid dresses standing a distance away. Anton was the only one glaring at the twins, looking peeved as hell. Spencer turned back to Zander. "...Why?"

Zander shrugged. "I may or may not have forced them into wearing those so you could realize that your situation isn't as humiliating as you think it is, especially when you compare it to theirs. So are you gonna do it or not?"

Spencer gave in. "Fine, I will!" He was about to take a step forward until he retreated and asked quietly, "Can you stand nearby in case I mess this up?"

"Oh my god, Spencer! You're only asking her out on one date, you're not on a secret spy mission! What could you possibly need me for in case you screw up?!" Zander groaned.

"I'm sorry! It's just going to be this one time! Please?" Spencer begged.

"Ugh... Fine," Zander sighed.

"Woo!" Spencer whooped and grabbed Zander by the arm and dragged him over to where Cici was. "Hey Cici!"

Whoa, where'd this confidence boost come from? Zander wondered.

Cici turned around. "Oh hey! Listen, about what happened yesterday at lunch—"

Spencer waved it off, a huge grin plastered on his face. "No! No, it's fine, my brother explained to me what really happened already!"

"Of course, he refused to let me explain until his door got busted down," Zander muttered as a side remark, earning himself a kick in the shin from Spencer.

Cici blinked. "Oh. Okay then, that's good. So what did you call me for?"

"I called you because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to..." All traces of Spencer's momentary vigor had disappeared as quickly as it came. "To... To... To..."

"Go out on a date," Zander supplied expressionlessly for him.

"Yeah! Yeah, go out on a date! With me!" Spencer echoed in a squeaky voice, not regretting the decision to drag his brother into this at all.

"Uh, sure! When and where?" Cici asked.

"Um..." Spencer stammered.

"Friday." Zander helped him once more.

"Friday!"

"The movies."

"Yeah, the movies! That sounds good, right?" Spencer shot Zander a look of pure gratefulness.

"Yeah, I'm free after school on Friday," Cici agreed. "So right after the meeting?"

"Sure! Sounds perfect to me!" Spencer accepted. "So I guess it's a date then!" he added in quickly before hurrying back to where he and Zander were standing previously, with the latter in tow.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Zander sighed and shook his head once Cici was out of earshot.

Spencer, of course, ignored his question and was visibly trying to hold in a girlish squeal. "Can you believe it?! I actually did it!"

"Except I had to help you to the point where it's just ridiculous," Zander said, unamused. "Don't tell me you need my help when it comes to the actual date as well, right?"

"What? Psh, no," Spencer dismissed. "I'll be fine! Besides, it's the movies! We'll both be focused on the screen for most of the time anyway!"

"If you're going to the movies, I suggest going to see Warm Bodies," a third (and very flat) voice joined in. "It's a pretty nice romantic comedy... Jamie didn't like it, but I'm guessing that's only because he usually hates those types of genres."

The twins turned to the new speaker, who happened to be Jack still clad in his maid outfit. On each side of him were Cody and Anton. Now that they were all close by, Spencer could notice that Jack and Cody were carrying silver platters. Anton still looked peeved as hell, Jack looked like he was trying to hold in his rage, while Cody simply looked like he didn't care.

Spencer coughed awkwardly. "So you guys are still...dressed as maid café waitresses?"

"Your brother's fault," Anton said irritably.

"Can we change out of these now? Do you two not notice the mass of girls staring at us?" Jack pointed out. It suddenly became clear to the twins that there were a bunch of girls, including the dreaded Robinson triplets, all around the room sneaking glances and drooling at the three crossdressers.

"It's just a dress. Stop being pussies," Cody stated rather matter-of-factly.

"So how do you think Spencer and Cici are going?" Jack asked as he and his friends (except for Anton) walked home together.

Zander thought for a minute before replying, "Considering he hasn't called me half-sobbing about how he's epically failing, I'm assuming they're going alright."

"If he does end up calling you eventually, tell me all about it," Jack smirked at the possibility. Spencer's stupidity could really be amusing at times.

Zander gave him a scrutinizing side glance. "Yeah. Sure thing, man."

Jack was taken aback by the merciless stare. "What? What's wrong?"

Zander looked towards Cody, who was looking at him skeptically, as if to ask, You sure you want to do this now? Without the other two?

Zander turned back to Jack and shook his head. "Nothing important. Don't worry about it." He waved it off with his arm.

Jack looked tentative to believe that, but let it go anyway.

"Mom, is Spencer home yet?"

Mrs. Anderson looked up from preparing dinner and shook her head no. "I don't think so. He hasn't come in here."

Zander went into the adjacent room, and began to ask, "Dad, have you seen—"

"I heard you ask your mother in the kitchen," his father interrupted, not looking up from his newspaper. "No, he hasn't come in through the front door. Why?"

Zander sighed, having a worried feeling. "I just feel like he should be home by now..."

"Isn't he out with that girl he's liked for so long?"

"Yeah, but the movie they went to watch wasn't that long! He should've been home a long time ago!" Zander argued. "I have a really bad feeling..."

"Well if you're so concerned about him, then shouldn't you call him?" Mr. Anderson pointed out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Zander paused, realizing that his dad was right. "Oh yeah. I should probably go do that. Thanks, Dad." He ran up the stairs to his room, and shut the door tightly behind him. He immediately picked up his cell from the bedside table and punched in Spencer's number. He held it to his ear and patiently waited for his brother to pick up, only for it to go to the answering machine. He decided to leave a message and said, "Spencer, it's me. Look, I'm probably being this huge worrywart right now, but can you please pick up? Just so I can make sure everything's fine? Because you're taking awfully long to get home. Alright, so call me back once you hear this. Bye."

He sat on his bed for a few more minutes, glancing at his phone every few seconds, expecting it to ring. Still feeling dissatisfied, he dialed in a different number, nobody picking up this time either. Again, he left a message and said, "Cici? Cici! Where are you and Spencer? Come on, pick up! Your phone is always on, you can't not be picking up either, right? Come on, what's going on?"

Hanging up, he heaved a sigh and lay down on his bed. Cici never misses any calls she has... Or maybe my phone just isn't working. He sat up again and called a third number. When the person on the other end picked up, Zander spoke, "Oh, so my phone isn't broken or anything like that. Okay." He got more serious and he then continued, "Anton, I think Spencer and Cici are missing. Pick up Cody, and I'll get Jack. Don't ask, just do it."

He hung up before Anton could answer and went downstairs. His father looked up from the paper he was reading and asked, "Well? Did he pick up and explain himself?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, he did," Zander lied, deciding it was best if neither of his parents knew about Spencer possibly being missing until he could be sure about what was going on. "He said he and Cici decided to get dinner before coming home."

"Really? That's funny, he usually makes sure that we all know what he's up to before any one of us can worry, like you did just now," Mr. Anderson remarked.

"...Well," was all Zander said. "I'm going over to visit Jack. I won't be gone long. If Spencer gets home, tell him to call me."

"Alright, so what's this about exactly?" Jack asked, stifling an exhausted yawn. "I was busy napping when you suddenly came and pounded on the front door."

"Well clearly you were doing something along those lines," Zander retorted. "Why do you seem so tired anyway?"

"Mrs. Bennett thinks that you should always treat guests as polite as you possibly can, no matter how dumb they are," Jack began begrudgingly. "So those stupid twins took advantage of that and got me to do a bunch of stuff that I didn't need to do all around the house when I got home earlier!"

Zander looked at him weirdly. "Excuse me?"

Jack realized how misleading his statement sounded, so he explained, "I'm not talking about you and Spencer. Jamie has these two friends who're twins like you. For the record, they can be the stupidest people I have ever met sometimes."

Zander raised his eyebrow. "Ah, I see."

No more than a few seconds later, a car zoomed by and parked right near the curb. Cody, with a lollipop in his mouth, got out of the passenger door, and immediately questioned Zander, "Alright, what's the deal? The vice principal's son just visited me at my house and told me to get in the car like he's some child kidnapper, saying something about how your idiot brother and his future girlfriend are missing."

"I was just doing what he told me to do," Anton defended as he approached them.

"Yeah, that's what you told me too," Jack added. "What's going on, Zander?"

"Okay." Zander took a deep breath. "Spencer should've come home like hours ago but he hasn't. And when I tried calling him, he didn't pick up. I tried the same thing for Cici, but she didn't answer either. And I've known Cici for years, and the girl has never missed a call before in her life."

"...And? That's it?" Anton deadpanned. "Zander, I think it's nice that you care so much about your twin brother, but I don't think you should just jump to conclusions that he's disappeared off the face of the earth. Both their phones could be dead, for all we know. And they probably just decided to go somewhere else."

"Don't you think I know that?" Zander snapped. "I don't know why, I just have this gut feeling that something's wrong. Come on, can't you just drive around town and see if any of us can spot them? Burgess isn't that big of a town anyway."

"...Are you in a mental asylum or something?" Cody finally asked.

"Possibly, none of you will ever know, because I won't bother telling you," Zander shot back. "Come on, guys, please? I'll never ask anything from any of you ever again if you just do this one huge favor for me."

Anton sighed. "You're not gonna give up, are you? Fine, I'll take you around town. My craving for dinner didn't matter anyway."

"Yeah, I'll go too," Jack volunteered. "I'm gonna trust your gut feeling for some reason. I don't easily go around doing that, but I guess just this one time will be okay."

Cody nodded. "I need a ride home anyway. Don't think I believe your theory on this whole missing business, because I don't. I'm just gonna tag along just for the hell of it."

"Okay, so we're all in," Anton concluded. "All of you get in the car."

Jack and Zander seemed to realize something in unison, because they both shouted impulsively, "NO!"

The other two only looked at them weirdly.

Zander, deciding that he wasn't about to chicken out after finally convincing everyone to help him find his brother, only sighed for the millionth time that day and rubbed his temples. "Anton...would you mind driving slowly this time around? So we can have time to scan the sidewalks and stuff?"

Anton blinked, not getting at why Zander was asking this, then said, "Uh, okay. Sure."

"What's the matter with you two?" Cody asked as he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. "You make his driving skills seem like the equivalent to hell."

As Zander and Jack buckled up in the back, they only shared a look with each other.

They couldn't find the two missing people in the end. As Anton parked at Zander's curb, the remaining twin got out of the car in a daze. "That...was even worse than I imagined."

Jack got out after him, looking just as uneasy as him. "I feel as if I'm beginning to actually get used to all that reckless driving. It's always worst the first time."

"You two are weak," Cody scoffed as he and Anton also exited the car. "My dad drives like that all the time."

Jack looked at him warily. "I don't believe I've met your dad before."

"You didn't. He and Mom got divorced not long after Carrie killed herself. He lives back in Philadelphia and visits like once or twice a year."

"Alright, let's focus on the matter at hand here, shall we?" Zander brought everyone's focus back to the current problem. "My brother is still missing. Do you guys now see why I'm worried? Neither of them are anywhere to be found!"

"Alright, slow down," Anton said. "He might be back in your house now. You know, he might've gotten home during the time it took us to go all around Burgess."

"If he really is back in the house, then it's nice to know that the whole trip was a complete waste of time," Cody commented.

Zander shook his head. "No, I told Dad to tell Spencer to call me whenever he got home. And my phone is on, before you ask."

"Well the only place we haven't checked is the nearby woods." Anton mentioned, motioning in the direction of the woods. "As ridiculous as it sounds, maybe he's there?"

"I really doubt that. My brother's been afraid of the woods ever since he learned how to walk. He says it gives off a creepy vibe or something like that." Zander rolled his eyes at the memory.

"I don't know, he seems pretty into Cici. Maybe she convinced him to go into the woods for some unknown reason," Cody supplied.

At that moment, Jack felt as if he heard talking, but he disregarded it.

"Why would he do that?" Zander was questioning.

"I don't know."

"We could still check anyway," Anton persisted.

Jack was sure he heard talking this time, and it definitely wasn't coming from any of his friends. He looked around, catching the attention of the other three.

"Jack, something wrong?" Zander asked.

Jack merely ignored him. The talking was getting louder, which meant the speaker was getting nearer. A few seconds later, none other than Giorgio and Giovanna appeared, much to Jack's horror until he remembered that nobody else could see them. "Uh, guys? You keep on discussing, I need to go over there for a bit," he said, still staring at both Cupids, who had finally noticed him in return.

He hurried over to them and whispered loudly, "What are you guys doing here?!"

"What? We're not just limited to Valentine's Day," Giorgio retorted contemptuously. "People fall in love all year round, you know."

"But still, you just strolled here casually like you guys aren't—" Jack sighed and put a hand to his face. "Never mind."

"Oh yeah! The two of us were actually just looking for you earlier," Giovanna informed. "We saw something that you might want to know about."

"What was it?"

"We saw the Boogeyman," Giorgio delivered bluntly. "In fact, we saw him abducting these two teenagers."

Jack was silent for a minute. "...What," he finally deadpanned disbelievingly.

"Believe it or not, it's true," the male Cupid insisted. "I know you guys usually focus on the younger kids, but then me and Giovanna were just flying above when we saw the Boogeyman appear in front of these two teens, and he talked to them for a bit and then just knocked them unconscious with his nightmare sand stuff and took them away, presumably to his lair."

"Well, he seemed more like he was talking to the girl only," Giovanna added. "The boy looked more confused than anything, so my best guess is that he couldn't see Pitch."

Jack had grown increasingly pale during all of this. "You... You can't be serious..."

"Hey Jack! You okay over there?" Anton called over to him.

Jack turned around to see his friends all staring at him like he was crazy. Oh right. They can't see them. They must think I'm losing my mind or something. He turned back to the Cupids. "Well... Thanks, you two. But I really need to be getting back to my friends now."

The two Valentine's Day spirits finally got a good look at Zander, Cody, and Anton. "...The one wearing black is hot." Giovanna blushed.

"GIOVANNA!" Giorgio yelled in exasperation.

"I'm sorry! I can't help that I'm a true romantic at heart! I'm still engaged to Jack, don't worry."

"I'M NOT ENGAGED TO YOU!" Jack shouted before clamping his hands over his mouth. He nervously looked at his friends, who were now giving him the weirdest look ever. He turned back around and smiled wryly. "I'll make sure to tell my friend about your opinion of him. Bye." He went back to his friends. "Sorry, guys."

"Who the hell were you talking to?" Zander asked right away.

"No one any of you need to know about." Jack turned to Cody. "By the way, Cupid thinks you're hot."

Cody did a double take. "...Excuse me?"

"I don't know. Anyway guys, I need to go to the woods." He ran off.

"Whoa, whoa! Wait up! Where ya going?" Zander called. He and the other two ran after him.

Jack didn't acknowledge Zander's question, if he had heard him at all. He ran into the woods, past the numerous amounts of trees, until he reached the clearing he knew all too well. The first thing he noticed was the wooden bed in the middle. It had been destroyed the last time Jack saw it, so he had no idea how Pitch had repaired it.

"Hey!"

Jack turned around to see his three oblivious friends running over to him.

"You just ran off like that," Zander panted. "What's the matter? What's going on?"

Jack hesitated, then said, "I think I know where Spencer and Cici are. But I think I should go get them by myself."

"What? Why?!" Zander exclaimed. "Spencer's my twin brother! It's only right if I go too!"

"Zander, you don't know what you're up against! None of you do! Spencer and Cici aren't just lost in the woods or something superficial like that! They're in trouble! In deep trouble," he added that last part quietly.

"To hell with the trouble! This just isn't right, Jack! You can't go alone to find them! I won't let you!" Zander spoke fiercely, not willing to give up anytime soon.

"You can't! You just can't!" Jack shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed across the entire area. "You just can't..." he continued, not speaking any louder than a whisper.

This whole time, Cody and Anton looked back in forth, not knowing what to do with this sudden dispute.

Zander stayed silent for a moment, then said calmly, "You don't have to do everything, you know. The rest of us are capable too. So why won't you let us?"

"Like I said, you don't know what you're up against. This isn't your fight, Zander. I'm sorry," Jack said sincerely. "I wish there was some other way, but—"

"That's not what I meant. I meant why won't you let us know what you're hiding. We've been friends for months, and you know everything about all of us...so why do we know nothing about you? You never tell us anything." He looked at Jack straight in the eye. "Just who are you? What are you?!"

Aaaannnnnnndddd I'm cutting it off there. Sorry. Ah, cliffhangers. They're the only non-crappy way I can end chapters.

Not too many replies this time, because my time is limited. I need to go to bed soon.

feathered moon wings: You psychic person. Yes, Spencer will yell. He will be the angriest out of them all.

DakotaxJackieGirl: Hm, the snowball fight seems interesting. Except that I'm not sure if it'll snow anymore now that it's like February in the story, and apparently snow doesn't fall too much when Jack's not around. And you'll see the play. Don't worry.

Julchen M. Liddell: (Guys, this is actually Hatsu Yukiya. She changed her username) Goddamn right, he's your spirit animal. Now you need to finish up your part of the deal (or bribe. Whatever).

PeterPokefreak: Thank you for the insightful review, it pleased me a whole lot. Anyway, for the sequel, I can assure you that Jack's not just suddenly forgetting for no reason at all. Something will indeed happen. (By the way, check out Julchen M. Lindell's fics, they're the best)

lotsofdrama: I don't know, I just picture them as real people, I guess.

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