The name is Trouble and he's Mr. Magneficent

Blaire sat under the bleachers. The sun was peeking through the clouds with a promise of a perfect day. But it didn't sound like it to bliare.

She had this picrure In her hand which was slightly wet because of her tears which fell on it. She stared at the picture for a moment and took a deep breath

'I can do this'

She flipped the picture. There were some writings. The writing didn't make sense, it was hard to read. Blaire traced the writings that was written by her seven year old brother.

"Blayr" she read the words out loud. She smiled at the way her brother spelled her name.

"I'm fine" it said. "don't worry about me. Mommy says I'll be fine"

She traced the last words he said. "do not cry" he predicted right she was about to cry. Tears gathered around her eyes. But she held them. She didn't wated to disappoint her brother.

she flipped the picture again. And tried hard to smile a little at the concern of her little brother.

She breathe out heavily.

'this was going to be hard'

"am I interrupting something?" someone asked.

Blaire looked up at a tall figure standing a few distance away from her

Tears gathered up in her eyes again she looked down and hugged herself.

He sat down to see her face

He was concern already. He lifted her face tears did fall from her eyes. He wiped them away.

Then his eyes fell on the picture that she was holding onto. He took it from her, he looked at it for a while. There was a happy boy lying on a hospital bed. He was bald. And so many tubes connected to his arm and on his wrist but the joy in his eyes showed that he was happy in whatever condition he was IN.

And next to him was a pretty girl smiling wide showing her happiness she was short, looking innocent as always.

"he doesn't deserve this, he is just a kid" blaire yelled. Tears fell like Niagara falls.

"but look at him" clay said pointing at the happy kid.

"he doesn't even know that he won't be here in this world in a month and me. I'm not even with him!!!" blaire said. There was gravel in her voice. She was annoyed by her self. Tears rolled down her cheek.

"I try to run from this sometimes but I don't want to leave carl, he doesn't deserve this" she whispered.

He engulfed her in a hug.

"there there,, it's not your fault" clay tried hard. He wasn't good at this.

"he doesn't deserve this, he deserves better" she said.

He moved back

"look at me"

 blaire didn't meet his eyes she was tring hard nto to meet his eyes "i said look at me blaire. look at "

"you need a mood change" he said. Wiping he tears.

Blaire nodded.

"entertain me" blaire said.

"only if you pay me" he said.

Blaire smiled.

"oh..i almost forgot" clay said. Checking his pockets.

Blaire's expectations went high.

He slid his hands inside his bag and took a can out.

It had a weird cover, with colors and a picture. She couldn't see it because clay's hand was covering it.

"what is it?"

Clay handed it to her. "open it"

Without checking the cover. She opened it.

"for me?" blaire asked. "is it one of your mom's brownies?" she asked. Excitement filled her.

Clay nodded.

"really?" she asked again.

"open it"

Blaire excitedly opened it with all her might.

And the time she lifted the cover she couldn't see anything but the colors that hit her face.

Blaire who was now fumed with anger now glared at clay who was laughing hard.

"it's not funny!" blaire said. She emphasized every word hitting hard on his chest. Thinking it would hurt him but it made him laugh more. Which made him fall down. She got over him and pinned him down.

"it was kind of funny" he said. Still laughing. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pretended to strangle him.

"whoa homer" he said.

"did you just call me a fat ugly idiot?" she asked.

"guilty has charged" clay said.

"I hate you!" blaire said. Taking her defeat.

"aww I love you too"

The day passed in a blur. Today was not a class day the school decided to give them a day off to fix there stuff.

Lisa leaned up against the dusty wooden doors of the burden dorm that was once occupied by the teachers and the staff. A whistle ble win the distance. She recognized The gruff voice of the coach. The girls and the boys fell in a straight line. The coach shouted the names of the student. And the studets replied faintly. The freshman girls were scared to hell. Lisa managed to ditch the soccer tryouts it was her requirement but her and being dirty never fits. The fact that she had to wear knee high socks made her barf everytime she thought about it.