Here's a big thanks to anybody that's read this and reviewed this, and an apology to everybody for this taking so loooonng!

Anyway. On to chapter five. I had almost lost this story because I'm stupid, and couldn't think of any ideas. However, this chapter is purely a chapter where I sat and stared at the screen, empty white spaces in microsoft word. Anyway. Here it goes.

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I remember a night, a long time ago. It must have been at least 4 years ago, probably more, because I couldn't have been older than 4th grade. Anyways, the usual routine was that while my mom was at work or whatever she did, Lola would come pick me up walk me home from school and I would do my homework, and get exactly one hour of TV time, and on Tuesdays be walked to piano. She would make frozen dinners, rising crust pizzas or order something in.

But it was one day, and my mom had come to pick me up. Most of the other kids' parents came to pick them up, and I was totally jealous all the time when moms' and dads' big red vans came to pick them up.

And we walked home, and she told me how Lola was sick. I told her about my day, and she told me about mine, and she made me pasta the old fashioned way, not just microwaved.

That sort of thing never happened again.

I'd like to say I've had a deprived childhood and I've been neglected and all that sort of fancy stuff, but in all essence, I was probably a miserable kid to hang around with. I'm sort of the anti-social type, and I've never really had many friends.

I think that's one of the reasons I like Terri so much. I like the feeling that I am somebody, and I can be loved and held and I can fit in somewhere. I liked the way her dad cooked for her and was a real father. That was nice. That was a real family.

I so badly want to have a real family, be a real boy. I want to hug Terri, ask her for forgiveness, buy her a dozen roses a day because anything I am by myself I'm a hundred times better around her.

She is the kind of girl who would be willing to save someone like me.