A/N: Now m'dears, we have spent countless hours slaving over this chapter since it would be the first chapter we ever write together, and we finally got around to posting it. We don't know where we're going with it, but that's the fun of writing, ne::Waffle waves checkered racing flag:: Are we ready?

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The bell rang ending the final class on the last day of school. Everyone's parents would soon be coming to pick up their children. Not Liam's though. He would spend the summer in his dorm all by himself.

His parents had never gotten along too well; they had completely different views on life. It was a mystery what they had seen in each other in the first place. When Liam was little, everything seemed to be fine. But it was just a masquerade. They only stayed together for Liam's sake. This temporary solution wouldn't work forever though. By the time Liam was thirteen years old, his parents were fighting constantly. They couldn't agree on anything, each was convinced the other didn't care about anything but themselves and what they needed. He just wished they could sit down and have a civilized conversation to straighten things out, but that wasn't about to happen any time soon.

The thing that aggravated Liam the most was the façade his parents would put on when they talked with a doctor, friend, neighbor, or even the checkout lady at the food store. They were always so kind to them, as if nothing was wrong and they didn't have a care in the world. When they had company they would laugh and tell jokes and embarrassing stories just like nothing was wrong. They were a lie, just like everything they had ever shown him and he didn't think it could get much worse. But apparently it could, and did when Liam turned thirteen. Liam had come home from school one day and headed up to his room to do his homework.

"Liam, get down here." His father's voice was angry and cold.

"What?" He hated when his father took his anger out on him. Whenever he talked to him after a fight with his mother, he was always in a nasty mood, even the smallest thing annoyed him and he'd start yelling at his son. Liam always happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Your mother and I have decided to send you to a boarding school. You'll be transferring at the start of next year."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You heard me. Boarding school. Is it that hard to understand?"

"But why?"

"Because your mother and I don't have any control over you anymore. You don't listen to us, spend anytime with us or help around the house at all." His father was becoming impatient.

"Why would I want to spend time with either one of you? You can't get along with each other for more than thirty seconds, never mind have a decent conversation with me."

"Don't you dare speak to me like that. You know that's not true. You're mother and I love you very much and our not getting along has nothing to do with you."

Liam sighed. Like hell what they did didn't have anything to do with him.

"And how is boarding school going to help anyone?"

"It'll be a good change of pace."

There was no point in arguing. When his father made up his mind, there was no changing it.


It was the last week of August and Liam was packing for school.

"How do you know this is going to work?" he asked his father for what must have been the hundredth time, as he threw some clean clothes into his suitcase.

"I don't know what's going to work and what's not, but I think a change of scenery will be good for you and besides, you might even make some new friends"

"What was wrong with the friends I had?" Usually Liam wasn't so arrogant, but he was annoyed.

"Nothing, you just need something new. Everyone needs to try something new once in awhile."

"I think you're the one that needs to try something new. You're the one who's always fighting with mom. You can't seem to see her point of view."

"Don't bring your mother into this. I've had enough with her today as it is."

"That's the problem with you guys. You're married and you can't stand the sight of each other." Now he was getting risky, but he was on a roll and it had to be said. Then his mother's voice came from downstairs.

"What's going on up here?" his mother asked coming up the stairs.

"Your son is questioning our decision."

The words your son echoed in Liam's head, but he pushed them aside

"Again? Really Liam. Can't you just accept it?" She folded her arms and sight, exasperated.

"But I don't want to go to a new high school."

"And it's not a new high school; you haven't started high school yet." His father added.

"But I won't know any of these people."

"We've already had this argument and we're not having it again. You're going and that's final."

"But mom…"

"Liam, I said that's it!"

"Lower your voice" Liam's father told his mother.

"Why should I?" Came the sharp retort.

"Because you'll be worrying the whole neighborhood and they'll call the police or something."


"Maybe you should just leave."

"Maybe I should."

And she did. Without more than a 'goodbye' and 'there's some money on the counter to hold you over for a few days'. Shortly after, his dad was gone too. He was all alone. They still paid the rent for his apartment and for him to go school, but he hadn't seen them since. He'd gotten a job at a local convenience store for extra money. Rather than go home, this year he decided to stay at school.

He closed his dorm door behind him and looked around the empty room. He used to have a roommate. John, he remembered. The boy had been terrified of him and eventually transferred to a different building in the school. Liam liked to think it was his looks. It wasn't his fault he was so incredibly good looking. He had black hair that hung around his ears and slightly in his face and had big eyes the color of amethysts. He was tall and lanky. Most of the girls at his old school had been after him, but he wasn't interested in any of them. It was lonely without any company or anyone to talk to at night, but it didn't really bother Liam. He tended to keep to himself most of the time. He sighed and looked out into the streets. The streetlamps shone and select store windows were lit. Headlights illuminated the dark streets, parents taking their kids home for the summer.

Turning away from the view, he sighed. Long ago he had given up the hope for that kind of relationship with his constantly bickering parents and ever since they left, he'd given on ever seeing them again. Not that he wanted to at this point. Hoping no one would notice that he was not one of those lucky kids going home, he walked into the empty corridor. Digging in his pocket for some money he decided he'd get a drink from the soda machine. He didn't know where he'd find one, wondering if all the doors would be locked for the summer.

For what must have been the seventh door he had tried, he opened yet another door. Startled brown eyes looked at him from behind a book. He'd gone into the library by accident. The redhead had been reading a book, comfortably curled up on a chair in the library. Frowning at the disturbance from the world of faeries and elves he had been engrossed in, his forehead wrinkled. Yet before he could get a decent look at the boy who had bothered him, he was gone.

Liam strode down the hallway quickly; opening the door to what he hoped was the cafeteria. It was, thankfully. He sat down at an empty table and placed his chin in his hand. There was something familiar about him. Even though he hadn't had a very good look at him, he knew there was something familiar about him. Then it came to him. That picture in his living room. The one of a small boy with red hair and brown eyes. His mom always teased him about the time when he'd made a boy cry. It was one of those embarrassing stories she told at Thanksgiving dinners and such. He'd crushed his 'sand castle'. Liam had seen him a few times as a child. The boy was always sitting in the sandbox, building what were supposed to look like castles. They never did though, looking more like a mountain of nothing.

Had he recognized him? Would he remember that he had made him cry when they were two when he had tripped and fell, crushing his sand castle? He was never very social when he was little but he thought the boy looked nice enough so he decided to give him a chance. Of course, being him, he scared the poor kid within the first fifteen seconds of being with him by ruining his castle.


A little boy was sitting in the sandbox barefoot and covered in sand. In front of him was a pile of sand that to the little boy looked like a magnificent castle, but to anyone passing by was just, well, a pile of sand. Little Evan was just two; he already had a huge imagination. He pictured knights in shinning armor, beautiful princesses in long flowing gowns, and the handsome princes who would one day marry them and become the new king and queen of the kingdom in his mind.

Evan looked up to see a taller boy standing over him. The boy went to sit next to him, but fell, accidentally crushing his 'castle'. Evan eyes widened in shock before he started crying and the boy who had fallen put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sowy." Liam said in a little voice. He pulled a cookie from a small bag he was holding and offered it to Evan. It had sand on it, but being only two, Evan didn't know any better. Even though he was still upset about his crushed masterpiece, the cookie managed to take his mind off his destroyed castle for the time being.

Both boys' parents came over, having heard Evan's crying.

"What happened dear?" Liam's mother asked him, "You ruined the poor boy's castle."

Evan held up his cookie as if to say, 'That stupid boy crushed my castle and I'm mad, but he gave me this yummy cookie'

"Aww you gave him a cookie. That was sweet of you. Though we have to go now hunny. You'll see your friend again soon."

Liam's mother thought of nothing as she told this small lie. She didn't think that the two boys would ever meet again, but when does life ever work out how you expect it to?