A/N: In this story the time line is around season two, when Freddie hit puberty, and the Seddie kiss never happened. Oh and they're around fifteen.

A year ago

Prologue

Two fourteen year old teens, Tristan and his twin brother Kyle was arguing again. They weren't sure about what, but somehow it lead to them arguing in the middle of an empty street.

"I don't see what the problem is." Kyle said.

"You're my problem! You think you can do whatever you want since you're five hours older than me! Why are you so bossy?" Tristan argued back and happened to look at a speeding black car, driving to them. The car hit the two teens and sent them flying over the car and onto the road.

The sudden impact of the two teens, cracked the windshield. They rolled over the top of the black car and over the trunk of the car. Tristan hit the gravel, hard, and rolled onto his back, groaning in pain. He felt warm sticky substance on his face drip down.

Someone give me the name of the pimp who ran me and my brother down. Was all of Tristan thought, when everything suddenly went black.

Tristan then realized he was on a gurney and it's moving. He felt a neck brace on his neck and someone was at his side. He realized it was his best friend Ashley, who had red stains on her hands.

"Thank god you're okay." Ashley said, nearly breaking into tears, and trying to keep up.

"What happened?" Tristan managed to ask, fighting the darkness that's trying to rush in on him.

"Talk about that later." Ashley said.

"Where's Kyle?" Tristan managed to ask, fighting back the darkness.

"He's behind you." Ashley said, then a doctor held her back when Tristan was rushed into the back room.

Dream

Tristan's POV

The sudden impact of getting hit by the car was like I was hit with a metal baseball bat. Only a hundred times harder. I heard a cracking sound, it was probably my ribs or the windshield on the car. Maybe both. The hot metal touching my skin on the top of the car and then the trunk.

The impact of the gravel hitting my shoulder and then finally laying down on the ground. Something warm and sticky leaked down my face. It was like warm water. The gravel hitting me, felt like getting thrown into dirt. Trust me I know how that feels. Then suddenly everything went black, after thinking about getting the name of the pimp who ran me and my twin down.

Freddie woke up in his bed, and tried to shake the horrible memory away. He didn't want to remember that part of his life. Only getting mowed down because of what his parents had done. How was he supposed to know what they done? He was only twelve when he found out.

Freddie rubbed his eyes. The feeling of getting hit by a car fresh in his mind. But of course it was a year ago. He remembered waking up in the hospital, stitches on his left temple, a cut on his left check, and a punctured lung. His twin brother Kyle, ended up with a cut on his left temple, a cut of his arm, and bruised ribs. How Kyle got less damage than Freddie, he'll never know.

Flashback

Freddie had woken up in a hospital bed and looked over to see his brother looking at him.

"Finally you're awake. I was about to call the nurse in, to see how long it'll be til you'll wake up." Kyle said, and smiled at his brother.

"How sweet. You're using me as an excuse, just to stare at her ass when she leaves the room." Freddie said.

"I never said the nurse was a female." Kyle said.

"I was waking up a couple of times, and noticed it was a female, checking stuff." Freddie said.

"Oh." Kyle said and there was a long pause.

"Did they found the pimp who ran us down?" Freddie asked.

"No." Kyle said.

End flashback

He was pulled out of his thoughts by his cell phone ringing. He answered it, then rubbed his eyes.

"Hello?" Freddie asked.

"Yo, yo, yo, what up person who looks like me?" Was all Freddie heard Kyle say.

"What are you doing?" Freddie asked.

"Um, standing outside your apartment." Kyle said, sheepishly.

"Why?" Freddie asked.

"Are you going to let me in, or are we going to talk through cell phones?" Kyle asked, then noticed a brunette and blonde walking up.

"Hey Freddie." The brunette said, opening the apartment door across Freddie's.

"Dork." The blonde said and then entered the apartment across Freddie's, then the door closed.

"Fine. I'll let you in." Freddie said and hung up, leaving Kyle alone to collect his thoughts.

Who's Freddie? And why did that blonde call him dork? Kyle thought confused and the door opened, then his twin yanked him into the apartment. Freddie closed the door and the twins looked at each other taking in how much changed between them. They then hugged each other, only for a couple of seconds.

"The last time I saw you, we were in the hospital." Kyle said and Freddie nodded. He remembered getting hit by the car as clear as Sam liking meat.

"Not that I'm mad or anything, buy why are you here?" Freddie asked and Kyle bit his lower lip, the habit he always had, when there was some bad news.

A/N: Is this a good first chapter? Freddie's real name is Tristan, but I'm going to refer to him as Freddie through out the fanfic, so it doesn't confuse anyone.