Part 3's here! In this part there's a small fight, we see Emie's home, and the main plot is introduced at the end!

Part 3: Amy by Green Day

Nico's POV

I went through classes as usual. But I REALLY just wanted to go to lunch.

It may not look like it to others, but I'm really happy right now.

When lunch finally came, I grabbed my stuff and walked to the spot where I was yesterday. I took a deep breath and looked. She was already there, same blood-stained shoes. She tugged of her hair and looked around.

"Little girl. Little girl, why are you crying," I said, appearing next to her. She smiled.

"Inside your restless soul your heart is dying," she sang back.

"Viva la Gloria. Always a favorite." I tapped out the beginning beat on my lap as she took a bite of a carrot.

"Which is your favorite?" she said.

"It changes a lot, but currently it's Amy," I said. It reminded me of her.

"Green Day is one of my favorite bands of all time."

"Fall Out Boy too?"

"Yeah! You like them?"

"Why put a new address on the same old loneliness."

"This is you and me. And me and you until we just get old and die."

We fell silent. That's such a creepy song… (AN: Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying. Plus a really long parentheses I'm not bothering with.)

"So…"

"So…"

"Nico, why don't you ever like… show emotion?"

"Why not? I mean, everyone is already scared of me. Plus… it always feels weird. I look in the mirror and try… but it's not me. I don't really have a place to fit in. But you, you can be normal. You could sit with anyone and they'd smile and laugh at your jokes. So why are YOU sitting with me?"

"So you're saying you don't like me here." Oops. Where's Percy when you need him? Her face looked hurt and let down, and her hand was to her hair.

"No I'm not."

"Well it sure sounded like it."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm unable to produce emotion. But, you know, I'm just curious. No one cares about me except for Bianca and my camp friends. My father…. my father…"

"You have a good house and a good lunch and good clothes. I have-" she cut herself off and cursed. She's hiding something. I stared at her and searched her. I slightly snorted and looked down at my cookie. I took a bite and she furrowed her brow.

"I bet you think you're too cool. All solemn, with that whole father and 'I have no friends' sob story. Well, believe it of not, you aren't the only with troubles in life, Mr. di Angelo. Wait, is that Italian? Nevermind. Anyways, every thought people might be tired of it? Ever thought of others?"

"It's hard to think of others when they avoid you. It's not like I wanted to be this way. If it looked natural, I would use emotions. But I'm… I'm the death kid in more ways than people know. My best place to be is in the shadows. I don't even fit in at my favorite summer camp."

"Yeah well, maybe I didn't fit in. Maybe I don't want to fit in. You don't know me at all, to why are you judging me like this? That's it. I'm done." She grabbed her backpack and started walking away.

I sighed. It's time for this.

"The blood stains on your shoes."

She stopped. She released her breath through her teeth.

"You tug on your hair when you're nervous."

She shifted between feet and brought her hand down abruptly.

"You're hiding something. You miss your friends. You avoid wearing anything above your mid-thigh. That's why you keep on pulling your pants down. I'm betting a scar. And you don't know who did it even. You see, you're different because you're a little harder to read than others. That's part of why I like talking to you."

She turned around. "Anything else Sherlock?"

"You miss Fall Out Boy."

"Now that one isn't to hard to figure out."

I cocked my head and raised my eyebrows. She finally gave a slight smile.

"Only if you smile."

I sighed. I raised the corners of my mouth for about a second. Suddenly, she was stealing a cookie.

Emie's POV

So far, the scariest thing about him is the fact he saw the stains on my shoes. I mean, I hid those pretty well. He doesn't really no much about me, but he wants there and I want him. We both know we like each other… but we are too scared to admit it. He walked me home. I lied a bit about my address, I think he'd start worrying if he saw that I live above a Laundromat.

He left me in front of my neighbor's house and then I rushed into the Laundromat.

"Hey Pierre," I said to the multi-pierced cashier. He lifted a hand and nodded. I dashed through the rows of washing machines and skipped up the stairs.

"Hey Emie," called my step-mother.

"Hey Nora," I said, hugging my step-mother. To be honest, I like her better than my father. Partly because he gave me up, only taking me back when the incident happened. Also because Nora is really fun to talk to.

"So, how was school?"

"You sound like a normal mom."

"Ok, how about this: what's happening gurl?"

"Omigod Nora." I giggled and set my backpack down below the counter. I pulled out my math binder and textbook.

"But I'm serious, how's life?"

"School… I had a small fight with Nico but we resolved it… he's pretty amazing."

"How?"

"He's really good at noticing things. Things people don't normally see. People think he's staring at them, but he's actually just noticing things. He's helping me with it too. Did you know Ms. Bruiser always plays with her hair when she sees Mr. Dunham?"

"Wow."

"Oh, and let me guess, you're going out with dad tonight."

"How'd you know?"

"You have a little more spring in your step and your smile is slightly stronger. Also the new perfume."

"God, that boy has taught you well."

"There's my favorite girls!" My dad came with a smile on his face. He gave us both kisses on the cheeks. "I've got to go manage some stuff, might be ordering some better washers soon!" And he was gone. My favorite part about my dad is the effort he makes, plus his mustache.

I grabbed my iPod Nano (it's kinda old and blue) and stuck in my headphones. I pencil drummed to the beat of Seven Nation Army as I tried to make sense of the math question. It was hard to pay attention with Nico bright in my thoughts.

Nico's POV

I walked into the door and sighed. I ran up the door and sped through my homework. I grabbed my iPod and switched on the Vampire Weekend album Contra. I curled up with a new book.

Then suddenly I had a thought. What if I wrote a book?

I grabbed my laptop and turned up Microsoft Word.

I have a bit of a superpower. Whenever I want, I can be invisible. When I figured this out, I thought of an idea. The ultimate way to find out what people think of me. I'd be 'absent' for a day. I'd be invisible, float right there. And my friends will talk and talk all the time. And I'll find the difference between friend and enemy.

I closed my laptop, satisfied with the wording of the beginning. I went over to the window and opened it. The cool, crisp dusk air soothed me. I stared out to the front yard to see Bianca and Alex talking.

"…Alex, I don't want to talk to you when you're like this."

"But babe, we need to talk." Alex's speech was slurred. He was drunk. "You see I don't like the way that Anthony guy looks at you."

"Alex, go home. You're drunk."

"No, I'm not going home."

"I don't want to talk about this Alex, go away."

"No I'm not leaving. We're talking about this now. He's always looking at my guuuurl and I don't like that. And he's such a-"

"GO HOME NOW! ALEX GO AWAY!" Bianca was screaming.

And what happened next was in slow motion. His hand raised, his face infuriated. His hand came on her cheek hard. She cried out and fell to the ground. Her red cheek throbbed and he punched her side. I was infuriated. This is my sister. This is her boyfriend. Her drunk quarterback idiot boyfriend, who is beating her. There was blood now, and she was screaming still.

I did the natural thing.

I jumped out the window.

NOW YOU SEE? It's actually not about Emie and Nico at all. Just Bianca/Alex/Anthony action. And the supportive and protective brother, Nico. :)

I actually am going to write that story. About the girl who turns invisible for a day to see what her friends think of her.

Lala- It was already written. (::)

toewalker- You'll see. You'll also hate me. (::)

Mr. Guest-… what?

Which sounds better… The Navy Peacoat or The Difference Between Enemy and Foe?

Review please!