"And there you have it, folks! Another touchdown! Score once again for team Clocks," which, in my opinion, is the stupidest name you can name a team—but then again, my school is called Clockwood High. "They are on a roll—" the poor announcers voice was cut off by the cheers and screams and all this other nonsense that was going on in the stadium. My ears were ringing, and the crowd seemed to get closer.

Holy heck, I think I'm dying. I wasted no time in jumping from my seat and out of the bleachers. The crowd was thick...and sweaty, it grossed me out beyond what words can explain. What was in the pit of my stomach was bidding farewell to its happy home and threatening to leave my mouth. I swallowed back with all of my might 'till I was out of the whole stadium and into a nice bush where I did a technicolor yawn, I tossed one's cookies, I did the fancy 'ol regurgitation. I swear my intestines escaped my mouth in the process. But you know, I was okay with puking. What I wasn't fine with is that I spewed my lunch on the floor in front of Robin. Freaking. Ryder.

Yes, Robin Freaking Ryder. You know the kid that set the girls bathroom on fire! The kid that punched a teacher! The kid that dated three girls at the same time! The kid that robbed a bank (Okay I may have made that one up)! The kid who just saw me chunder all over the floor!

His worn Timberlands were right next to my feet. But you know, that was fine. What wasn't fine is that he crouched next to me and placed his hand on my back!

What the hell?! Was I just supposed to let him touch me? Was I supposed to smack his hand in fear? No one ever prepared me to be touched by Robin Freaking Ryder!

"Hey, buddy, are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Should I take you home?—"

"Holy mother of pearl! Chase, are you okay?" And boy was I glad that my bestie, also known as my twin brother, appeared. The hand, which was gently placed on my back might I add, removed itself. And those worn Timberlands turned to face me. All this happened while I was still on my hands 'n knees.

"Uh—" was all that Robin Ryder had said before my brother attempted to push him away. Which, of course, did absolutely nothing knowing that this man has lifted ten times what I can. I definitely got secondhand embarrassment. Which if I wasn't about to puke again I sure was close enough to dry heaving on the grass.

Jace (yes, yes, we are Chase and Jace, get over it) muttered some foul words under his breath. He tucked his brown hair behind his ear and rubbed my back. "Are you okay?"

This whole situation couldn't have gone better. First I puked in front of Robin Freaking Ryder, then he comforted me, then my brother embarrassed himself, now my brother is embarrassing me! How about you put a bow on it and shove it in my face as a present.

"I'm fine—let's just go home, I should rest." My ever so gracious brother helped me up to a standing position, and just as I was about to thank Robin, he was gone! Did I imagine this whole situation?! My brother found it mighty fine that this six foot something guy was suddenly gone! Maybe I'm sicker than I thought!

The whole ride home was silent. My brother didn't mention Robin comforting me. I sure as hell was not going to bring that up. And even when we got home, he didn't say anything to me. All I did was barf on the grass! Was that so bad that I got the cold shoulder?

"Hey, Chase?" And he speaks. "Is everything alright? Like you up right and left. Everyone was really worried about you. And I mean—"

"I didn't imagine it, right?" Wow and look how far Jace's question reached me. "Like he was there right? I'm not imagining it."

"Chase what in the world are you talking about?"

"Robin!" I snapped. "He was there! Right?!"

"Well, yeah. When I got there, he was like...touching you." I must have looked weirded out because my brother then followed with "not in that way you dork!" He sighed. "Look, I don't know what happened before that—and that stuff doesn't even matter right now! Chase! What the hell happened?" In all honesty, I don't even know. Which is exactly what I said to Jace because I have this weird problem where I just speak whatever is on my mind at any time. "Are you okay? Like, do we need to talk about this with someone?"

"Jace for Christ sake I just got sick and puked a little. It's not like I killed someone." I sighed. "I'm fine. I just got nauseous." He gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm serious, I'm okay. Don't worry." I placed an affirming hand on Jace's shoulder and walked to my room because, to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. My lovely brother got the hint and didn't bother me the rest of the night. Not even when my parents got home, not even when dinner was ready, not even when our favorite show came on, not even to say goodnight. I was really torn between if I was happy or sad about that. I'm moody right now, don't blame me.

I slept in the same clothes as yesterday and didn't shower like I was supposed to which was great and all except when I woke up I was too frantic to take a shower and get dressed. Not even bothering to check the time because whoop de doo I'm a mess. So when I was ready to dash out of the house with my brother by my side, I checked the time. Three in the freaking morning. Uh huh, yeah.

I dropped to my bed, and lord knows I was not going to sleep after that adrenaline rush.

"I can't sleep." Which I decided to speak aloud even though I mentally told myself that already. "Well," I got up without thinking. I left the house without thinking. I went to a random park without thinking. And now I am in the middle of the road...without thinking. My brain had no involvement in my actions, and I was basically a corpse at this point. What brought me alive was the sudden spook of someone yelling "boo" behind my back. And lord, was I alive then. For the .3 seconds of being frozen I ran all my memories through my head and just thought "Damn, I lived a good life."

"Holy shit. I was not expecting to scare you pale." Oh, it's that voice. The voice that comforted me just a few hours ago. Robin Freaking Ryder. "Yo!" He said when I got a full glance at him. Wearing the exact same thing as he was a few hours back.

"What are you doing here?" Through my scared self, I managed to speak a full sentence.

"No, the real question is what are you doing here?"

"Why is that the real reason? You just said the same sentence as I but back to me." I stopped and thought about what I just said for a moment.

"Ah~ not sure. It sounds pretty cool in books and everything, so I figured I would try it out." Hold on, the boy that released rats in the library...liked to read? I was bewildered which the kid found amusing because boy did he laugh. "What's with that stupid look on your face?" He said through fits of laughter which led to coughing which led to him panting. A lot just happened, and I needed a moment to take it all in. "But seriously, what are you doing here? Isn't it like past your bedtime?"

"To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm not even sure how I got here."

"Do you need to be taken home? Are you okay?"

"What's with everyone asking if I'm okay?! I'm perfectly fine! All cheery! I am fucking perfect!" Oh, boy did I really release a lot on him. He didn't show emotion. It was the exact opposite. He just stood there, blank canvas. His lips were at rest, and his eyes were cold. His jaw seemed clenched, and his hair flowed behind him. Wow, I messed up. "Uh...hey. I didn't mean—"

"It's fine." And what do ya know...he turned around and left! Straight up left me in the middle of the park at an ungodly hour. Heck! I didn't even know where I was! So I chased him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to a halt, and I swear. I swear! He smiled.

"I don't know where I am," I said through pants.

"So, you want a ride?" I nodded. "Okay." Which I was once again, bewildered. He just agreed! Like Robin Freaking Ryder the guy who pushed a kid down the stairs agreed to take me home. "Well don't just stand there, stupid. Get in my car." So I obeyed. I sat shotgun in a really nice car. I'm not good with cars, heck I barely know what brand mine was, but this car was really cool. The crazy part of all of this, he didn't even buckle his seatbelt. Like, we could get in a crash, no, no, he's all good. "Wait." Before we even moved an inch, he looked at me. "I have no idea where you live." Why I found this so funny was beyond me but man, did I laugh. He started to laugh as well, now we were just two boys laughing in a car for no apparent reason. I finally managed to tell him my address, and he took me home. No car crash.