"Oh Clear," Billy sighed sadly, clutching the tattered photo of her to his chest. "Why won't you love me?"

He walked over to his bed and sat down on it.

"Is my love for you so wrong?" He asked the photo. "Is it so wrong to want something that feels so right?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice outside the window.

"Billy, oh Billy, where for art thou Billy?" a girls voice cried out.

"Clear?" Billy asked in disbelief. He walked over to the window and stared down towards the ground. Clear was standing there, staring back up at him, holding a red rose in one hand.

"Yes my love, it is I," Clear replied in a soft, sweet voice. "Billy, throw down your hair. Let me climb up it, through your window, where we can be together, forever."

Billy felt his head, confused. "Throw down my h-hair?"

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you Billy Hitchcock. I need you. I want you. I love you with all my heart," Clear replied passionately.

"Can't you just use the door like normal people?"

"Billy, time is running out for me. At the stroke of midnight, the devil will take my soul to hell. We must make valuable use of the time we have left together," she explained, not answering Billy's question. "Now throw down your hair, and let me up."

Billy didn't really know what she was talking about, but before he realised what he was doing, he was throwing some long golden hair out of his bedroom window. Tracing along the hair with his hand, he realised that it was from his head. It was his hair. He had long, golden hair.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly, he felt Clear climbing up it, and within a matter of minutes she appeared at the window. Billy reached out and took her by the hands, leading her inside.

He looked down at his clothes. He was wearing a Tuxedo. He looked at Clear. She was no longer wearing her trousers and jacket. She was in a long, beautiful green ball gown.

"Shall we?" Bily asked, his voice suddenly sounding old fashioned.

Before he knew what was happening, he had taken her in his arms and they were dancing. His room had tranformed into a ball room, and orchestral music was playing. Clear held the rose out to Billy.

"Oh Billy my love," she sighed happily. "This is the best moment of my entire life."

She pulled something out from behind her back. Billy realised it was a bucket of water.

"Clear?" he asked, confused. "What are you doing with that?"

Clear didn't answer. She just giggled and lifted the bucket above his head.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Then she tipped it all over him. Freezing cold water ran down Billy's back and over his clothes. He struggled to catch his breath, but the temeperature of the water had shocked him and his heart was beating faster.

"Billy," Clear whispered. "Billy, wake up."

"Goddammit boy, wake up!" Mr. Hitchcock yelled, shaking him by the shoulders. Slowly and uncertainly, Billy opened his eyes.

"What the...What the hell are you doing?" He asked weakly, rubbing his eyes.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Mr. Hitchcock questioned him.

"Sadly, yes," Billy replied, his voice sounding all croaky and hoarse. "Why the hell did you wake me up?!"

"Now now, William, let's not have any of that potty mouth-."

"Potty mouth?" Billy repeated tiredly. "Just tell me what was so important you had to wake me up for it."

"There is, a girl, downstairs William-."

"My name is Billy. I really wish you wouldn't keep calling me 'William' all the time," He paused, realising what his Dad had just told him. "A girl? Who?"

"She said her name was Clear," Mr. Hitchcock answered. "Do you want to go see her? Or should I just tell her you're a lazy git and you can't be arsed to get out of bed?"

Billy leapt up immediately.

"No, no, tell her I'll be right down," he replied, running out of the room.

Kate and Carter Horton hid in the bush with their slingshots, waiting. They had got up early just so they could throw eggs at Alex's house.

Kate had dressed them up in army gear, so they were camouflaged. She had put smudges of mud on their faces, and helmets with camouflage colours on. They had even got the black army boots and binoculars.

"Right," Kate Horton announced, peering through the binoculars. "When I say the word, we open fire."

"Yes Drill Seargent!" Carter shouted, saluting.

"Shhhhhhhh!" Kate hissed in annoyance. "What you trying to do? Wake up the whole bloody street?"

"Sorry Drill Seargent."

"And you can stop calling me Drill Seargent aswell," his Mum told him sharply.

"Sorry Mother."

"That's more like it."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a door slamming, and they peered through the bush trying to get a better view. It was Alex. He had just come out of the front door, and he was standing on the porch looking awkward. He looked out across the garden, causing Carter and Kate to duck down out of sight. Luckily, he didn't see them, and turned his back.

"Now!" Kate whispered. Carter put an egg in the slingshot and fired it out across the garden. It missed Alex and splattered on the wall of the house.

"What the?" Alex questioned, turning round slowly. Before he had a chance to react, another egg hit him in the face.

"Bullseye!" Carter cheered, slapping a high five with his Mum.

"Who's there?!" Alex cried angrily, wiping the raw egg from his face. "Who the hell is in the bushes throwing eggs!?"

"Oh, as if we'd tell you," A muffled voice gloated from inside the bush.

"Who is that?" Alex demanded.

"Your worst nightmare," Carter hissed in a sinister voice, appearing from behind the bush. He started walking towards Alex.

"Why are you doing this Carter?"

"Because, you little runt," Carter said, evilly. "You set me up."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," Alex protested. He slapped himself in the head. "Sorry, I think the record got stuck for a moment...Anyway, I didn't!"

"You did too! You were at Anton's bar and you told him you were called Carter!"

Alex held up his hands in his defence. "No, that was Tod. I said I was called Billy."

Carter stopped dead in his tracks. He was silent for a moment.

"You did?" he asked, not sure whether to believe it. "Oh, right. Well, that's okay then."

He took a step backwards.

"Sorry mate."

Mrs. Horton suddenly appeared from behind the bush, much to Alex's surprise.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kate hissed to her son.

"We got the wrong guy," Carter replied sounding suspiciously like an FBI agent. "Let's roll."

Before Alex could protest, they had marhed off down the street leaving him stood there covered in raw egg.

"So, Clear," Billy began uncertainly as he stood in the hallway with her. "What the hell are you doing here, after you blew me off last night?"

"You ruined your own chances actually," Clear replied calmly, her hands in her pockets.

"Indeed," Billy sighed, trying to come up with something decent to say. "Indeed I did."

"Billy, I just came round for Alex's number," Clear explained, not wanting to mislead him any longer. Billy looked hurt then, but after a silence he reached for a pen and piece of paper, and without a word scribbled down a number. He held it out to her.

"I'm sorry Billy," Clear apolgised, sensing she'd obviously hurt his feelings.

"No you're not," Billy replied, expressionless.

"But we're still friends right?"

"I guess."

"I'll see myself out," Clear finished, turning away. She reached the door, and for once in this story neither of them did the clasic 'turn for the final word' thing. She actually just went out the door without Billy caling her back or anything. A miracle! Although, maybe it's just because I can't be bothered to drag out his stupid crush any longer.

It was around Lunchtime that day when the phone rang. Alex walked over to it and picked it up, not giving a second thought to who it might be.

"Is that Alex?" A girls voice inquired.

"Who wants to know?" Alex replied rudely. He had been getting quite rude lately.

"Well, Is it?" the voice persisted.

"I said, who wants to know?" Alex replied impatiently, stuffing a slice of deep-pan pizza into his gob.

"It's Clear. Is that you Alex?"


"Good," Clear replied, running out of things to say. A long silence followed while Alex muched rudely on his pizza. "You eating?" Clear asked trying to make conversation.

"No, I'm dancing the cha-cha," Alex remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and looking at the clock. He hated phones. They were just so gay.


"What the bloody hell do you want from me?" Alex snapped for no apparant reason. Clear decided to ignore his attitude and say what she had to say.

"Alex, I think I need to see you."

"What the hell for?"

"I just do. I'll explain later."

"What do you take me for? Some kind of 'going outside to get exercise freak?' You must be kidding me. Alex Browning goes outside for nobody."

"Alex, I mean it," Clear replied sensibly. "Meet me at the coffee shop in half an hour."

"Wha?" Alex replied in shock. "And get off my lazy arse? And actually go out somewhere?"


"Okay," Alex agreed. "See ya later."

He put the phone down and scoffed some more pizza.