Okay, so I know I haven't done any author's notes, but I have nothing to note really. Anyway, this is a longer chapter than the others for important reasons. So I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review.

The gray sky loomed overhead . The dark clouds spread heavily upon everything, threatening a thunderstorm. Jeanette decided to go for a walk before this took place.

"I'll be back,' she called throughout the house. Her youngest sister Eleanor looked up at her from the couch.

"You're going out now?" she asked incredulously. "It's about to rain."

Jeanette shrugged into her favorite purple sweatshirt. "Don't worry, I won't be long."

She opened the door and stepped into the cool humidness that blanketed the air. The smell of a coming rain engulfed her.

She walked down the little walkway that led from the house to the sidewalk. Her destination was not that far from her house. Around the block pretty much. She usually went there when she needed to think, or not think at all.

Rainy days helped too. The dark clouds reminded her that not everyone's lives were all happy and full of sunshine. And sometimes the sun just seems so intimidating like that.

When she arrived at the Lunar street park, she followed the concrete path that lead to the jungle gym. She sat heavily upon one of the swings on the swing set and sighed, looking up at the dark sky.

This had always been Simon and Jeanette's meeting place. They always met up there on nearly every rainy day, so that no one would bother them. Although Simon stopped coming a while ago, Jeanette never broke her commitment. She enjoyed the privacy of no one being around. But at the moment, it just seemed kinda lonely.

A heavy feeling seemed to continuously tug on her heart, bringing her down into a dark place. Simon had always told her when something was wrong. And she always told him. So what happened that was so bad that he couldn't tell her about it? Even after they stopped talking, she never stopped caring. And she never would. If only he knew that.

She sat there and pondered what could have possibly happened for what seemed like hours. Maybe something happened to one of his brothers? Maybe something happened to Dave? Maybe-

her thoughts were interrupted when she caught sight of something lying on the ground in the distance. Her eyes caught on the familiar shade of blue. What is that?

Standing up from her swing, she decided to go check it out. The wind had started to kick up, making the air chilly. Jeanette sneezed and broke into a coughing fit. Ignoring the soreness in her throat, she continued down the path.

As she grew nearer to the strange lump on the ground, she soon realized it was a person. Her heart seemed to hammer against her chest. She broke into a steady sprint, then a full run as she seemed to recognize the person. No,it can't be...

"Oh my god," she whispered. She knelt down in front of the figure, a horrified look on her face. "Oh my god, Simon!"

a throaty moan erupted from him at the sound of his name. He tried to move, but failed with the injuries that covered his body.

Dark purple bruises spotted his skin, and deep cuts were opened into gashes, seeping blood through his clothes. His glasses lie next to him, shattered.

Jeanette patted his face in an attempt to keep him awake. "Simon don't fall asleep," she begged, leaning over his face. His eyes were half open, and reflected a lifeless sort of look. "You need to get up!"

In her haste to leave the house, she'd forgotten to take her phone. So she couldn't call for help. I'll have to help him myself, she realized. "God dammit," she muttered.

She forcefully grabbed his wrists, and pulled him up into a sitting position. Simon used the last of his strength to stand up, Jeanette using her shoulder to support him. "Okay," she breathed. "Your house isn't too far away.

They slowly made their way to the sidewalk, Jeanette tripping under Simon's weight. As her foot hit the concrete, thunder rumbled from the distance, and rain started pouring down heavily.

"Son of a BITCH!" cursed Jeanette fiercely. It felt like someone had set her throat on fire. She clenched her teeth through the pain, and the struggle of dragging Simon on her shoulder. She broke into another coughing fit, a chill going down her spine, making her shiver.

The two 15 year-olds slowly cut their way through various yards to get to the Seville household a lot quicker. The rain beat down, seeping into their clothes.

Simon continued to moan from the pain. When they finally arrived at the large white house, Jeanette knocked furiously on the door. More thunder boomed in the background as Simon's adoptive father Dave Seville opened the door.

Dave stood back, surprised at the sight before him. "Jeanette..?"

Jeanette sneezed, struggling to talk with her sore throat.

"I-I found him l-like th-this in th-the p-park..."

Dave reached out to help her drag him into the house. At that moment, Simon's three brothers walked into the living room.

"Whoa," gasped Danny when he saw his older brother. He immediately helped Dave lay him down on the couch.

"What happened to Simon?"asked Alvin from the other side of the room.

Jeanette stumbled back feeling suddenly lightheaded. "I-I'm not s-sure," she replied. "I just found him like this in the park. At this point, Simon was completely unconcious. Dave inspected his injuries. "Well, it looks like he's been beaten up," he noted. He turned back to Jeanette.

"Thanks for bringing him home Jeanette. Would you like to use the phone to call Ms. Miller to ask her to pick you up so you won't have to walk home in the rain.

She didn't answer, as if she hadn't been paying attention at all. "Jeanette?..."

Her vision blurred behind her glasses. She stumbled back as she tried to find something to steady herself on. The room seemed to spin. And in no time at all, the ground rushed up to meet her, and her world fell to darkness.

! Aw Snap! What happened? What's gonna happen? Stay tuned to find out! And review your predictions! Or just review anyway, since I don't get much anyway. :(