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Wallace turned to look at Hartley stunned. "Are you serious? You expect people to know what you want and to know about you when you don't communicate anything to anyone and just blow up when you're pissed? People are trying to be nice to you because they care, and you act like we're continually slapping you in the face!"

"I went to just hold your hand for a second and ask you out, and you treated me like I was a reject! You acted like I was a freak. Why would you ever want to go on a date with me? So I assumed you didn't want to be out of the damn closet, especially since you went to a party with Cassie under the guise of liking v****a!"

"Billy ....." wasn't a mouse? Bought him a mouse? That was kind of cute. "...bought you a present because he just wants to get along with everyone, and you act like he gave you a turd. Can't you be ******** grateful and just say 'thank you'? Would it kill you to give a s**t about the feelings of the people who give a s**t about you?"

Wallace was about to explode. "I thought you were a nice guy, and I thought we were awesome together on Teddy's date. I totally overlooked your little nightly outings that I hear about on the radio because I liked you as a person. But you can't even think about anyone but yourself for ten seconds! WHAT WAS I THINKING? WHY WOULD I WANT TO DATE ANYONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I'M A HUMAN BEING WHO WOULD LIKE A BOYFRIEND FOR ONCE IN THEIR ******** LIFE!" One hand was holding up the towel wrapped about his waist, the other was flailing in the air as he spoke.

Cassie then realized that she hadn't looked at Wallace past his neck... she looked down.. eek

" Oh my god! I'm so sorry.."

Cassie quickly let go of Wallace and flew away. Her face was bright red.

*Chris poked around...no Donnie...no Len. But the front doors were trashed. How did that happen? Did the weird girl who saved him do it? Chris grabbed the picture of the spear blade and was at a loss on what to do. The library might have materials he needed but he didn't want to catch blame for trashing the doors.*

What do I do, what do I do?

"Oh okay. Good luck with your... uhh Evidence Thing."

*Waves good bye to the strange Alien as he disapeard form the normal visual spectrum.*

*Linda Shurgs with book in hand, she step on the ledge of the building and simply falls gently down to ground level landing delicately on her feel like a cat.

Walking away reading her book once again she's not looking where she's going.*


((Night everyone!! Have a wonderful evening! See you tomorrow.))

"OH YOU'RE RIGHT. ME, WALLACE 'MAKE OUT' WELLS, OBVIOUSLY REACHING OUT TO USE MY KUNG FU GRIP TO BREAK YOUR HAND!" Wallace sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't even process this right now. "I know it must be freaking weird for a nice little group of gay dudes to care about you, but you won the homo lottery. I know it's so overwhelming to go on a date, but you were almost asked on one. Sorry I heard through the gossip mill that you might be interested, obviously I'm just a big scary threat." Wallace watched the mouse scamper beneath Hartley's door.

"I'll stay out of your bed. I'll find other places to wake up. Whatever. I get it." He looked over at Teddy, standing there, looking so awkward. Teddy, who had Billy and this happy relationship where they were so perfect it was painful. God he was so jealous of them, and what made it worse was that he was happy for them at the same time.

Oh...Bart. Um...yes...if the ringer was a pair of crazy football blockheads. And who is Linda? I don't know a Linda.

*Didn't Bart see the trashed doors?! THEY WOULD GET IT IF THEY STAYED!*

Maybe we can talk where the doors aren't smashed?

...

It wasn't me.

"I..."

Hartley's face was burning bright red. This was a whole new realm of awkward, and he had been dreading this admission as much as anything else in his life...

"I haven't ever...I mean, at my old school....the private academy, my parents made me go to prom with the daughter of one of my dad's friends...Kate Kane....God, that didn't go well at all...and I haven't ever, really, since then, uh..."

Why, when a boy was so adept at understanding sound, was he failing so much at COMMUNICATION? Probably because this required telling the truth, and he was used to just heaping on the lies till things went his way.