The day after that and the day following that were…well, boring. Nothing at all happened. Yeah, even in the great Alois Trancy's life, I get bored. Nichole hadn't said anything, and I was lonely again.

The third day of that week however, was a bit different.

"Alois!"

"What?!" I complain. I swear, there was NOT A SINGLE moment of peace in this household! Someone was always yelling or the dog was always barking at a person walking by the window. Living here was like a farm (not like I've ever even seen a farm…) "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"That's rather rude Alois." Caitlin shook her head at me. She was in the middle of explaining World War II to me. I'm sorta glad I never had to live through that.

"Well, I think you are much ruder." I say, trying to sound as girly and sassy as possible. "After all, you are a fairy killer…"

Caitlin covers her face with her hands and sighs. "Oh my Isaac Newton, shut up about the dumb fairies. Nichole KNEW they were fake too!"

"Shut up you bi-"

"Alois! I called you!"

Ugh. I hate it when they bleep out my curses. "Okay, okay! I'm coming!" I quickly turned to Caitlin, who was busy playing with her blonde hair. "I'll be back."

Nichole's Mother was on that flashy thing at her desk in the parlor. What was it called…oh! A computer! Duh. She was typing something, but her interest was totally on me.

"So…how is your teaching going?" She asks, smiling.

"Awful." I say, loudly so Caitlin in the other room can hear. "I hate my teacher and I would rather go to a public school!"

Nichole's mother shook her head sadly. "Oh no. You mustn't. It's not a nice place for…boys like you…"

What the hell does that mean?! Whatever, I don't exactly want to know. "Well, can you at least get me a better teacher? One that doesn't consistently tell me fairies don't exist."

I saw her stifle a smile, but she kept a straight face. "No honey. Caitlin may be…different, but she only wants to help you. I mean, she lost her best friend and she blames herself…"

"Well I'm sure she has other friends!" I say, lowering my voice. "Other smartasses to be with her! Right?"

Nichole's mother shakes her head. "No…she is an outcast…Most girls her age aren't into thinking about physics and robotics every moment of the day."

"I don't think Nichole was into it either really." I said, crossing my arms. "She was more into different things…Why were they friends?"

Nichole's mother shrugs and looks at the ground. "I don't know. But in any case, it is hard to lose someone you love dearly."

She said that like I had never even heard the word death before. "You have no idea…"

A few awkward moments passed before she spoke once more. "The boys next door wanted to meet you…"

"Excuse me?" The boys wanted to meet me?! "T-The ones that play that ball and net game, correct?! They wanna meet me?!"

She smiles. "Yes. The twins saw you outside swinging and invited you to basketball with them in the street today, like they always do. I can see you're interested…"

"You kidding?! Of course!" Finally, I could meet some guys my age. I wouldn't have to act proper or anything! We could play that ball and net game, and maybe I could have some fun for once. "When do I go?"

She looked over at the wall clock and back at me. "Once your done with your lesson with Caitlin, I'll call them and they can meet you outside. Alright?"

"Call them?" I repeated. "How do you call them from here?" Would she lean out the window, scream, and pray they hear her?

Nichole's mother chuckles. "No, with the phone. You had them back where you were, right?"

Well I feel extremely stupid now. "Y-Yes of course. I know what you're saying…"

"Go on and learn some stuff Alois." She begins typing again. "Nichole would've loved you to learn as much as you could have.

Would she? "Would you Nichole…?" I mumble very quietly.

But as usual, only the sound of sheer silence responds to me.

…..

Finally! I am free! Who knew learning about people dying could be BORING(Caitlin told it very monotonously…)!? Nichole's Mother had already called and the two boys were awaiting outside.

I bounded outside and smiled at seeing them. "Hey guys!" I called and skipped as fast as I could in these STUPID JEANS (I still can't wear my shorts, even though it's rather cold out I wanna…).

The twins waved, but as I approached them, I saw their faces look a bit confused at me. I couldn't tell the one from the other, they looked exactly the same…

"Hey." One said, "Um, why were you skipping? Are you a gay British dude or something?"

I tilted my head at him. Gay meant happy. So obviously I was if I was skipping. Of course, I wasn't all that happy, so I guess I wasn't exactly…

"Well…" I scratched my head. "I guess I am. Only sort of though. I'm like, gay but not too much, you know…"

I have never in my life seen such faces of so much emotion.

"Um…so you're bi then?" The other asks, giving an awkward stare at his brother.

"Bi?" I ask. "What does that mean?" I am so confused.

"Uh…whatever." The other one says. "Anyway, my name's Sam. And that's my brother, Chris."

I smiled. This was so exciting. I was meeting guys who wanted to be my friend! "My name is Alois! Alois Trancy to be precise."

"Wait..." They both said at the same time, sounding like a singing duet of some sort. "Eloise….? You…are a girl…?"

" Oh, pish posh, no!" I exclaim, very confused. Did I look like one? I was sure I didn't. "And it's not El-o-se! It's pronounced Al-o-se! Stupid."

"Well then…" Chris keeps eyeing me weird (mostly in the chest and crotch area), "I have never heard the name Alois before…"

I rolled my eyes. These stupid future people. Did they know anything?! "It's Latin! It means Brave Warrior! Duh! Don't people speak it?!"

Sam shakes his head. "Um, no. It's a dead language."

"Dead?!" I gasp. "How!? It is a beyond wonderful language! It's so beautiful too!" This was awful! Simply awful! What had this world come to?

"Yeah." Chris said, continuing for his brother. "Like around 1800's it evolved or some crap."

"No!" I said, speaking rapidly and as fluently in Latin as I could. "This is awful! Don't you all have class anymore? I was taught to love it! Speaking Latin means you're better then everyone! It's dumb!"

"Hey hey!" Sam said. "Calm down! Sorry. I only know some Spanish that they taught us in school, which isn't much."

I roll my eyes. No wonder I wasn't allowed to go to public school. It was for dummies. "Whatever. I only know one word in Spanish, the important one."

"Important one?"

I smirked and decided to show off my dancing skills. I spun quickly and struck my pose. With the biggest smile ever, I jumped up. "OLE!"

Sam and Chris didn't say anything for a minute.

"Hey Alois…." Chris said, sounding reluctant, "Why don't we have a nerf gun fight instead of basketball?"

"What's that?" I asked, practicing standing on my tip toes. Nichole had told me it helps with balance while dancing. "Does it hurt?"

"Oh no," Sam said, "Its fake guns with fake bullets. They can't hurt. Nichole used to play with us."

"She did?" I asked, thinking about the one time I had called her useless with a gun. "Was she good?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. She was very stealthy…" I could tell from his voice he missed her. "How did you know her?"

Like hell I'd tell these guys about my week with Nichole. They'd never believe me anyway. "Uh…we were best friends. She was a good friend." Close enough I guess, if you leave out the demon part…

They nod, and thankfully don't ask anything else. "Okay, let's go."

We all walked off to their house. It was right next to my new one. Their dog, Titan was waiting for us. He was a big dog, and kind of scared me. His lolling tongue made me think of my own. Of course, mine was now star free, like the dog's.

The twins lead me into the garage and brought out a giant container with a bunch of toy guns in it.

"Eh." I said as I looked them over. "I'm not so sure. I'd rather play the ball and net game…"

"Don't worry, they are just foam bullets." Sam reassured. "Trust me, it'll be fun! Pick your gun."

I looked over all of the yellow and red guns. There were no pink ones…"W-Which ones did Nichole use…?"

Both brothers shrugged. "I don't know. We never really paid attention."

I would have. After all, Nichole meant everything to me when she was alive. I really wish I could have told her that…

I picked out one with flames on the side. "This one." It was small, but I liked the flames on it.

"Okay." They both said at the same time again (it was cool when they did that). "And…GO!"

That's when the bullets flew, and I felt pain.

"H-Hey!" I yelled, trying my very best to run away and not get hit. "These hurt!"

I only heard them laugh as they continued shooting me. They weren't shooting each other. Only me. But…why…?

I looked at my own bullets. They were foam, just as they had said. I had to duck as another one came flying at me. It landed next to me in the wet grass, and quickly picked it up. These ones, the ones the twins had, had tips that were dark blue and made out of plastic.

I stumbled outside the garage and into the street. Maybe here I could get them! It was in the open, but I could aim more easily. These meanies would pay for hurting me!

"Alois!"

I lined up my gun up with the nearest boy's head and tried my best to aim. Just a bit more.

"Alois! CAR!"

Car…? I turned to my side, and saw it. The roaring lights, the horn blaring. It was right next to me, not slowing down

And then came darkness. Darkness and pain.

What happened to you all? *sadface* I thought you liked this series...Whatever, I'm still writing it for like one person *COUGHMYLIKFEISANOMADCOUGH*. *Shrugs* Whatever.