Falling to Pieces

Chapter Three

- Nicki's POV -

Forget school.

I bring him to my house. My parents work until 5pm, usually don't come home for twenty minutes after that, then usually go out somewhere until 8 or 9.

He's limping and groaning. And I can just tell he's in pain by his facial expression. I help him up the stairs and get him onto my bed, letting him rest.

I don't know, I'm kinda just used to this stuff now. Like, I know how to deal with it.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Everything hurts," he sighs.

"Yeah." I sigh, too. "That's how it always is."

He lifts his hands to his face and pushes his hair back. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I kinda just... get away. From my house, as much as I can."

About half an hour goes by. I turned on the TV after I got some ice for Dan. I suggested we go to the doctor, but he said no. His parents would literally kill him. I mean, I never go, but for me it's never as bad as what has happened to him, normally.

We've been watching Full House, but it's coming to an end. I smirk when I see what's on next.

"Your favorite show is on next," I inform him sarcastically.

"What?"

I just smile.

When it comes on, he gives me a death stare. "Turn it off."

"Nah," I reply. "Danny Phantom."

He starts to get really annoyed. "I said turn it off!"

Believe it or not, I actually became friends with Dan while I was watching this show. We were little, and my parents (you know, this was when they were nice) told me that I should go over to Danny's birthday party. I didn't want to because I never talked to him in school. So, while I was watching the show Danny Phantom, my doorbell rang. Who was at the door? Dan and his parents. They dropped Danny off. He came down into the basement where I was watching TV and introduced himself.

"No way!" I said, jumping off the couch.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You're that kid! That kid on TV!" I told him, pointing to the screen.

"No, I'm not..."

"Yeah you are! Look, you even have the same blue eyes!" I exclaimed. "What's it like being a ghost? Can I be one, too? Why do your eyes turn green?"

"I'm not that kid..." He mumbled. "We just have the same name."

"Stop lying!" I crossed my arms.

He spent I don't even know how long trying to tell me that he wasn't the kid on TV. "That's impossible. That show is a cartoon," he argued.

We ended up somehow playing hide-and-seek and tag (which didn't work too well since there was only two of us). And by the end of the day, we were friends. So, I ended up attending his birthday party the following week.

Anyways, he hates this show. Other kids started teasing him about it, too.

"But this is your favorite show," I tell him.

"You know it's not. Please change it." Then a smirk appears on his face. "Well, at least I didn't think I was a TV star. For a cartoon."

Was he thinking about that, too?