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Run. It's the only thing that is on my mind. Run away. But something is not right. I feel how my pulse is racing. My legs are sore. Faster. Faster. Faster. I'm screaming now. I don't want to run any more, but I can't stop. I don't know where I am, the only thing I know is that something is chasing me. It's coming closer. It's faster than me. Suddenly, I feel something cool on my forehead. Something nice.

"Shhh... calm down."
I recognize the voice. It's calm and I can feel how I slowly gain the control of my breath. I'm trying to get a hold of my body and I try to focus on keeping my motions slow, but it's like my body won't listen to me.
"I don't want to anymore!" It is not supposed to come out as a yell, but I'm panicking now. It's all just black. Pitch black.

"I know, Bart. Just calm down, I am right here with you."
That voice again. It sounds like it's close. So close that I can just reach out and grab-... Suddenly I feel someone grab my hand. It feels like a rope has been thrown out to me. I cling to that rope and open my eyes.

The first thing I notice is two brown eyes looking at me. The second thing I notice is that I am vibrating. My whole body is out of control. The owner of the brown eyes lets his hand travel through my thick, brown hair and I can still feel his other hand in mine.
He smiles at me. Not a happy smile. Not a sad smile. But I couldn't care less, 'cause in the moment I see that smile I burst into tears.

"Hello every-...body?"
As I enter the meeting hall I notice a weird lack of people. Kaldur is standing next to an angry-looking Conner. I don't wanna ask. That boy is in serious need of some fun. I look around to see if I've overseen someone, but no. Kaldur might have noticed my confusion, 'cause before I even get the chance to ask, he provides me with an answer:

"There are no missions today. It has been a hard week, Batman thought that we could use some rest. We were actually about to go out." He looks at Conner who sends him an angry look in return.
"So we have a day off? Crash!" I throw my hands up in the air with a grin, and at the same time I hear the door behind me open. I don't even have to look back to see who's coming. I already know.

"Good morning."
Jaime's voice makes me remember last night and I get this odd feeling in my stomach. He sounds tired and I know why. We do not look at each other. Jaime heads straight for the kitchen and my eyes are now focusing on the floor.
The Kryptonian and Atlantean doesn't ask about our weird behavior, which I appreciate, instead they head towards the door.

"We will be taking our leave."
"Whereareyougoing?" Kaldur's voice makes me gain focus on the two and it looks like my words came out a bit too fast if you ask Conner. I get the feeling that he hates it when I speed-talk. I can see his eye twitch and I send him an innocent smile in return.

"Out. We are going to meet the others; do you wish to accompany us?"
Kaldur looks at me with raised eyebrows. Superboy rolls his eyes and heads out the door before the Atlantean. I have the feeling he doesn't quite like me, but I couldn't care less. It's properly because I'm faster than him. I smile at the thought and move my head to the side, just so that I can look at Jaime from the corner of my eye. He's sitting on the counter with a bowl of cornflakes, looking as serious as ever.

"Naah, it's okay, I've already made plans for today."

Aqualad gives me a small nod and smiles calmly as he follows the Kryptonian. The door hasn't even fully shut, as I turn around and spurts to the kitchen where Jaime is about to clean his bowl up. Before he even get finished cleaning the bowl, I'm sitting right there in front of him with my own bowl of cereal. One inch from having my butt placed in the sink.
"Hey, uhm... thankyouforlastnight,"
He looks as if I have just slapped him in the face. It's pretty amusing actually, watching his reactions. Even the small ones. I get this weird tickling feeling in my stomach and I shove a spoon full of cereal down my throat as I look down. He answers way too slow, if you ask me. It feels like I sit here for an eternity.

I freeze as I feel Jaime's palm against my knee. I can feel that he looks at me with his tired eyes and that worried look of his. Not once has he asked about the nightmares I've been having lately. Somehow it feels like he understands me... like I'm special to him in some odd way.
That tickling feeling returns to my stomach.

"You don't have to apologies, hermano. It's not your fault."
His Spanish accent reaches my ear and I smile as I look up to stare into his brown eyes. He looks so god damn tired. Watching him like this almost makes me feel guilty. But then he smiles in a way that makes me think that everything is going to be all right.

And then I realize how close our faces are, and I get that tickling feeling in my stomach once again.

"This is so boring!"
"Hey, it was you who asked if I needed any help."
"Pff... Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually say yes! And I sure as hell didn't think it would be this boring!"

I am lying on my back on Jaime's old, red couch, watching as he unpacks the box named "Kitchen," and starts to unwrap the paper of the few glasses he owns. This would be over so much faster if I did it, but Jaime has told me to keep a low profile hence the walls were thin and the neighbours had a sweet tooth for anything unusual. Congrats Jaime, you now own the dirtiest and most creepy apartment in the whole freaking city.

"It stinks."
"Take a shower."
I smile when I hear his comeback. "That was really lame, dude." He just laughs at my words and continues his work. It's obvious that he chose this apartment because it was cheap. It definitely wasn't because it was nice and clean, but the Hispanic boy didn't seem to care much. He looks proud, I think to myself as I watch his smile. He's smiling that special smile again. It makes me happy, seeing him like this. It's times like these that I usually get that feeling in my stomach. I've been feeling it a lot lately. I thought it was hunger at first, but even after I had shared a pizza with Jaime I felt it. Maybe I'm sick or something.

"Hey, you've been quiet for five whole minutes. What are you doing?"
"Thinking about the fact that you'll be leaving me, you idiot! Who's going to take care of me now?"
I'm trying to sound dramatic and sad, which only gains me a raised eyebrow from the Hispanic boy.
"Like you'll ever leave me alone. You're probably going to crash here every single day anyway," he smiles as he walks towards me and I give him a confused look, as he turns around.

I scream, as he throws himself on top of me, so that his butt crushes my stomach. "Fat ass!" I laugh as I reach up to take a hold of his shoulder. He presses himself down, obviously on purpose. I try to pull him down on the floor, but my other arm is trapped somewhere between the couch, me and the older boys butt.
Somehow I get my hips twisted so that I finally can pull Jaime down on the floor, but he grabs my arm so that I land on top of him on the dirty, old floor. "Ouch!" my stomach and my arm hurts, but I forget the pain as soon as I look into the eyes of the other boy. His face expression is priceless. He looks like he's about to blow and at the same time he's laughing like there's no tomorrow.

I'm lying there, looking at him in surprise until I can't hold it any more. I start laughing. For the next couple of minutes we just lie there and I can feel his chest bouncing up and down, hence my palms are placed right on top of him. The tickling is coming back.

Then the room is finally quiet again and the only sound left is the sound of our breathing.

"I'm hungry."