AN: Hey! Fast update, right? Next might take a while, as I've got no idea of what will happen.

This is Simon's POV.

People always think that not knowing what you were going to do with your life meant that you didn't know what to do at all.

They are wrong.

I know what I want to do right now. I want to bang my head into the wall.

Because dad was playing his fucking music again. I hate his music. I like the genre, but when you grow up with it, and your dad hasn't bought new CDs your entire life...

Anyway, my life sucks.

My best friends family has just died, and he's impossible to reach. We've tried everything. And by we I mean me, Gina and John.

We even asked the firemen, and the police, and though they say they know, they won't tell us. Might be because John looks too young, and me and Gina has dyed hair. I like my hair, but it's not always good.

Though now it was Monday, school, math first class, and Ben had to show up. If he didn't, I was going to kill him, even though I have no idea where he is.

Typical.

There's a guy, that I want to kill, he's my best friend, and I have no idea where the hell he is.

I yawned.

That's it, I thought. I'm going to sleep in class. No way will I be able to sleep with this noise.

I went to the kitchen, and opened the door to the fridge.

Peanut butter! Good way to start the morning, that.

"I won! I won, I won, I won!" dad yelled, and I could hear him open the door to my bedroom, since I had closed it like usual.

"Simon?"

"In the kitchen!" I called, and took another big spoon of peanut butter.

"I won!"

"I heard that. How much?"

"Well, don't ask me," he said.

I rolled my eyes. Typical dad. Seriously, dos it hurt to see how much money you have won? No, it does not.

"Go and check, will you?"

While he went to the TV room, his room of operations, I went to the shower, and locked the door.

"Don't waste the water, it costs!"

Yeah, tell that to Gina, I thought to myself. I had gone to her one day, while she was in the shower. She had already showered a long time, I had to wait half an hour.

After the shower, I got dressed in a pretty clean pants, shirt, and my leather jacket, that I have never washed. I also found a shirt so dirty it was hard to see the color of it. When I got home, I was going to drench it in the tub, if I remember it. Which I probably won't. Though, if I put it on the bed, I would remember it. Though that would dirty the bed. Eh, it can continue it's sad life on the floor.

Math was sad. Before, when Ben was there, it wasn't.

Now, when the math teacher told us how to do something or another, nobody (Ben) answered her questions, or came with another suggestions of how to do things. She trailed of so much that it was impossible to understand, and even though I don't like math, I tend to understand the main thing. Now it was impossible to do even that.

Then there was a thump from when Gina's head fell onto the table and she started snoring. The math teacher looked close to tears.

I never realized really, how much impact Ben had on the math lessons. The teacher used to be, sort of, into it. Today she looked as though all she wanted to do was have a good cry and eat tons of ice cream.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice trembling, when Burt, one of the students, raised his hand.

"Where the hell is Ben?"

"His family died, so he's at home."

"Do we have to be here?"

"No," the teacher said, and then she started crying.

At lunch, we talked.

"I just realized something," John said.

"What?"

"We haven't asked the teachers."

"How could we forget that!" Gina said.

"Because we're stupid," I said.

"Speak for yourselves," John said, with a smile.

"Well, it's obvious. You children," the secretary said with a shake of her head. I hated her. "He lives with his guardian."

"Who's he, then?" I asked.

"Or she," Gina butted in.

"Let's see, um, Cole Turner. Lawyer, lives here in Seattle."

"Thank you," John said, the ass kisser.

"Here it is," John said.

"Aren't you going to open?" Gina asked.

"He won't, he's a coward," I said.

"Are you going to open?" Gina asked me. I pretended not to hear her.

Gina knocked on the door, and the door was opened.

I don't know what I expected to see, but Ben wasn't it.

"Who is it?" a man called from inside.

"Friends," Ben called back.

"Is it-"

"No."

"Who?" Gina asked.

"A friend," Ben answered. "Want to come in?"

"Why haven't you been in school?" John asked, important things such as school always on his mind.

"I'm depressed," he said, an pointed to his clothes, which were black like usual. Then I remembered that way back, people wore black when they family had died or something.

"It was called mourning in my day," a man that appeared behind Ben said. He looked quite a lot like Ben. "Come on in, now, if you please."

We walked into the apartment, or what those luxury things are called. Probably not apartment, but who cares.

"Is this where you're going to be living?" John asked.

"Yeah, think so," Ben said.

"You don't seem very sad," Gina said.

"If you'd follow me," the man said, walked to a door, opened it, walked in, waited until we were in, then walked out and closed the door.

"He's a bit grumpy, he's met his ex's husband, and didn't like him," Ben said.

"I agree with John, you don't seem very sad," I said.

"I've been crying so much that I don't have any tears left," Ben said, seriously. He didn't even look amused. "I'm fine."

"Right, well, we wanted to see how you're doing," Gina said.

"Fine," Ben answered. "I'm fine."

I looked around his room. The walls were painted some variation of white/yellow, there was a bed, a desk, a chair and a book shelf, with three books in it. There was also clothes strewn over the floor, along with paper and scrolls. Gina had noticed that too.

"Why do you have scrolls all over the carpet?"

"Because he gave them to me. No, not Cole," he added when we looked at him. "I'm fine."

"Is, uh, Cole nice?" John asked.

"Yeah, he is. I'm fine."

"So, um, who was it he thought it was?" I asked.

"Oh. Um, Mikhail. For some reason, Cole doesn't like him. I think that he's quite nice," Ben answered.

"A Russian?" John asked.

"Yup."

"You seem awfully chipper for someone whose family just died," Gina said.

"I'm fine, really. Let's talk about something else, like, um, someone done anything fun?" Ben asked.

"Yes," John said, literally lighting up like a light bulb. "I have found this great book on second hand. It's called Going Postal and it's by Terry Pratchett."

"Really?" The same changed happened to Ben, and he and John started talking about Going Posting, or something.

"Do you think that there's any food here?" I asked Gina.

"There must be, should be, unlike at your place."

"Don't be silly, peanut butter is great food-"

"It's butter, and that says it all."

"No, it's peanut's, and that says it all," I retorted.

"Have you met a boy, by the way?" Ben asked Gina.

"What? No," she said, but she was lying. Even John could see that. "Okay, fine, but how the hell did you know?"

"Intuition. No really. I am intuitive. Want food?"

"You really are intuitive," John said.

"No, he only heard me and Gina talk about it," I said.

Ben threw the door open, and Cole called: "Ben!"

"Sorry." Ben opened the fridge. "We've got peanut butter, old potatoes since Cole insists on keeping them, oranges, milk and egg. And here we've got bread, spinach, raspberries and ice cream. What do you want?"

"Raspberries," I said.

"An orange," Gina said.

"I don't want anything," John said, "is that seriously all you've got?"

"I've been nicking food off of Piper, one of Cole's friends, and he eats with his clients."

"But you s-"

"He is nice, and I'm fine."

Ben brought out four bowls from a cabinet, and gave us all ice cream, oranges and raspberries.

We were joking and laughing when someone rang the doorbell.

"Damn it," Ben said, and went to open the door. After he opened it, he immediately slammed it shut. "You're going to have to go, sorry," he called to us. I ate my oranges, raspberries and ice cream as fast as I could, and then I had to hurry to take my stuff since the others were already waiting for me.

Then Ben opened the door again, and we were shooed out, while a hot brunette walked in with a furious expression.

Soon afterward we could hear yelling.

"Who was she?" I asked.

"How should I know?" Gina asked. John shrugged.

"Shouldn't he get some other guardian?" Gina said after something made of glass broke.

"He said he was fine," John said.

"He said that too much," Gina said.

"Hey dad!" I called as I walked through the door to the apartment.

"Hey, where's Ben?" dad asked, out of the blue.

"What?"

"Shouldn't he be here? He usually comes here on Mondays."

"Yeah," I said, surprised by dad. He noticed that Ben was here on Mondays? And I who was so sure that he had no idea of which day was which.

"Why isn't he?"

"His family died. The house burnt up."

"Tell him I'm sorry," dad said. "By the way, which day is it today."

I stomped past him, into my room and shut the door.

Really? He knows the day, and then he doesn't. He's insane. He must be, because if he isn't he's that word, s something, when you enjoy other peoples' pain.

He's slowly driving me crazy.

I'm coming...

It's too late to save myself, I am already crazy.

AN: Hope you like, and please review!