Author's Note- I was sitting in the car, or I AM sitting in the car and reading "The Thrill Club" By: R.L. Stine (which will probably give me nightmares now that I've finished it) and I was on around page five when I started thinking about Seth from Indifferent, because one of the main characters in "The Thrill Club" is named Seth. At the same time I was listening to Simple Plan's "Addicted" Live on "A Small Package for You" The CD that came with their DVD when I started forming another story. (Lets see if it looks any better on computer than it did on paper, I thought it sounded OK as I wrote it but once I read over it, it just sounded stupid. Oh well, read and find out.

Seth Lee stood beside his heavily polished oak desk. His wife had always made sure the desk had been polished, saying it was an important thing to have a neat desk. Seth had always agreed with his wife as long as she was the one doing the cleaning and polishing. His desk had a glass top to it, so that you could slip papers under the glass to see them without them moving, which was especially nice when he was typing on his lap top that he kept in one of the desk drawers. (The tabletop family computer was in the living room, his computer was for work).

Anyway, in the glass his wife had placed pictures from Seth's photo album and some pictures of their children and grandchildren. He looked down at them fondly. One picture was of a smiling girl with her arms over the shoulders of a sulky looking boy with a smile that showed he was embarrassed. Next there was one of a boy with black hair in a faux-hawk with a happily mischievous grin, he was holding up one of his fingers in particular and Seth could almost smell the peppermints his friend from the picture always carried around and see his laughing eyes and sly grin that always seemed to be waiting for just the slightest reason to make an appearance. Then there was a picture of a group of four girls laughing and leaning against each other. Two of them were holding guitars and one was holding a clipboard, the last girl was holding a microphone. The girl with the clipboard was wearing baggy pants and a men’s muscle shirt, the girl with the microphone had long blonde hair in a braid and a pink sundress on. The girl with the white guitar had high-top sneakers and pink hair. She was wearing a black shirt and black pants too. The last girl, with the black guitar was wearing a bright pink shirt and black pants. She was barefooted and had a look of pure bliss on her face, as if the only thing she loved to do in the world was take pictures. Then there was a picture of the four girls, the sulky boy and the one with the mischievous grin. This time the barefoot girl was on the black-haired boy's back and the other boy was kneeling in front of them. The three girls had all gathered around them and were all smiling happily. Then there were pictures of a wedding.

The happy looking bride and groom were holding hands and smiling in one. The next one featured the black-haired boy with the same grin, but this time he had no faux-hawk. Next there was one of the four girls smiling and grouped together, one of them was wearing a wedding dress and all of them looked older. None of the girls had brightly colored hair and all of them were wearing shoes. There were many pictures of children, and the children from those pictures grown up and holding their own children. He smiled down at the pictures of he, and his wife, Kaylee "Thorne" The barefooted girl/bride. Tears formed in his eyes as the reality struck him that his wife would never be there to take another picture and he ran his fingers through his gray hair, memories of colors it had been before in his mind. He sighed and looked at the last picture under the glass; there was a younger version of the sulky-boy (himself) and a blonde girl that hadn't been in any of the other pictures. He was suddenly pulled into memories as he stared at the picture.

50 Years Earlier

"Seth!" A blonde girl squeaked wrapping her arms around a brown-headed boy.

"Hey Stacy" The little boy greeted his friend. Her name was actually Anastasia Lucille Courier, but he had learned his lesson about calling her Anastasia. The girl, Stacy, sighed.
"Fighting with your dad again?" She asked. He nodded. Even at a young age, it seemed like he was ALWAYS fighting with his father, each time they fought he got more afraid that his father would actually hit him. He smiled at his only friend sadly as she punched him playfully on the arm. "Don't worry about him; he is just worried my family will kidnap you!" Stacy said. Seth smiled.
"He'd probably welcome the change" Seth whispered. Stacy rolled her eyes at his words.
"Do you blame him?" she asked grinning. Seth smiled and began following Stacy to her house where her drum set awaited. It was a present from her father, and it was beautiful. Stacy ha been given the full-sized drum set with a promise that when she got older her father would teach her how to play, and neither Seth nor Stacy could wait until she learned, because Seth had been assured her lessons would be shared with him.

Four Years Later

"Happy 13th Sethie!" Stacy said presenting her friend with a cupcake and a baseball card. Seth grinned and ate the cupcake quickly before looking at the card.
"Mark MgGuire?" he asked grinning. She smiled eagerly as he kissed the card and grinned again. "Thanks! Now Shane will trade me that Spell Book for it!" he said. Stacy grinned and nodded. Shane, his twin brother had always been the favorite of his family, and he had gotten the Spell Book from their crazy Aunt Gertrude as a Christmas present just three weeks before. (Seth had gotten a pair of green socks). Stacy and Seth desperately wanted that book. Stacy's father had died the summer before and she had been seeking a way to get him back. Seth wanted to get rid of his own father, for good. They hadn't shared their plan with Shane, just told him they wanted the book. Shane wanted a Mark MgGuire baseball card though. Under normal circumstances he would have given the book to his brother gladly, but this time he had no way to get the card unless Stacy and Seth got it for him.
The night after he had gotten the book Seth finally opened it. Stacy was staring at him eagerly as he flipped through the tale of contents, searching for something that could help. Finally he came across something satisfactory. The instructions were simple; he copied them down on another piece of paper so Stacy could cast her spell the next day as had been agreed.

"Make a wish, chant these words (Agreum, follue, corum, truce) and say the time" Sadly, Seth didn't look at the bottom of the page where it said the time was what counted. If it was 12:54 the wish was granted in 12 years, 5 months, 4 days. If it was 3:50, 3 years, 5 months. Seth made his wish at 6:59, it was "I wish my dad would go away for a long time" Stacy made hers at 1:00 it was "I wish I could be with my dad again" and those words were fatal.

1 Year Later

Stacy stared up from her bed in the hospital at her best friend lovingly. Seth smiled down at her with tears in his eyes, and running down his cheeks. Stacy had sent her family (her mom, step dad, and stepbrother) out of the room and only Seth remained. "I'm going to be with my dad" she said trying to reassure herself as much as Seth. Seth hadn't said anything just nodded through his tears. "Take the drums I got from my dad when we were kids, and learn to play them, I never got to" she said wistfully, regretting that her father hadn't lived to teach her and she wasn't going to live to learn. And with that she called her family in and Seth went home. She died later that night and the next morning a familiar set of drums was on his porch. Seth kept his end of the bargain, he learned to play the drums, and he learned VERY well.
Just three years after that he'd met again with Stacy's family, well, at least with her stepbrother. His name was Trent Carter; he had jet black hair and wore it in a faux-hawk. He was in a band called Indifferent with three girls, one who liked to go around barefooted, and they had a manager who wore baggy shorts and men's muscle shirts. They became the best of friends he'd ever had after Stacy and he had been glad to share the talents he learned because of her with them.

The Beginning of Indifferent Starts Here: At least from Seth's point of view. Give me some Reviews and there might be more stories: From Trent, Destiny, Kaylee (Thorne), Rayne and Skye.

Author's Note: If you submit a review could you tell me who your favorite character is from Indifferent? (Band character and overall) Thank you!