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The rings used in this story are the second pair of rings introduced by Eric in his Finishing School story, not the original pair from my original story Weird Wednesday. I'm not going to go into all the rules for the rings this time, so if you want to know what they are, you can read Weird Wednesday, which is on Fictionmania. Because these are a different pair of rings, they do have slightly different characteristics than the original. SRU: Reverse Rings: Naughty but Nice By Morpheus Sidney wiped the dirt from his pants, frowning at the newly formed tear in them. Wincing slightly at what he knew was going to develop into a nice bruise on his stomach, Sidney reached up and double checked to make sure that his nose wasn't bleeding. He didn't want to have to explain that to his parents when he got home, though he knew that he'd have to come up with some sort of reasonable explanation for his pants being torn. And being attacked and beaten up by 3 bullies on the way home from school wouldn't do. Even if it was true. His parents were fiercely against fighting and always told Sidney that if he was in a fight, he could have easily avoided it if he'd just tried. The fact that he was jumped while trying to run away didn't seem to matter much to them and he'd long since ceased trying to explain or argue. His parents minds were made up. All he could hope for at the moment was to convince them that he'd run afoul of another dog, or hide it from them. Neither of these options suited Sidney very well though since they would be lying, and he didn't want to do that. Sighing, Sidney limped over to his back pack which had been unceremoniously emptied onto the ground by his attackers mere minutes earlier, and slowly started putting his notebook and school supplies back in it. Sidney frowned, blaming his parents for the fact that he'd often been the target of school bullies, especially Zeke Thompson. He was secretly sure that if they hadn't stuck him with a name like Sidney, that he never would have been targeted in the first place. Maybe if he'd been named Hank or Mike, things would have been different. But no, he was Sidney, and people with names like his were usually the target of bullies. That was the law of the school, or so it seemed. Continuing his walk home, Sidney took his time, favoring his sore leg. "I hope I don't get grounded," he said without much hope. If his parents asked him what had happened, Sidney knew that he wouldn't lie to them, and he'd get grounded for being in a fight. "First I miss the bus, and now this," he grumbled. Absently rubbing at the bruise on his stomach again, Sidney worried about what he was going to do when he got home. Getting near his goal, Sidney smiled as he saw 3 girls leaning up against a rather beat up looking Camero, smoking and joking around. He'd recognized them from school, being in the same grade as he was. All of them were dressed up in black, and several nose rings and such were clearly visible. They were a couple of the school's bad girls, and as Sidney was passing by, one of them glared at him, giving him the finger before turning back to her friends. Sidney shrugged, ignoring the insult. He was used to it. However, one of the girls in particular caught his eye. Casey Peterson, the girl in the middle, had rather short dark reddish brown hair, too much mascara on, black lipstick, and a nose ring, not to mention a dog collar around her neck. She blew out a stream of smoke, and as soon as her friends weren't looking, she gave Sidney a wink, nodding slightly in his direction. Smiling, Sidney waved back, hurrying towards his house. Though Sidney had seen two of the girls around school, he didn't really know them except by reputation. Casey on the other hand was well known to Sidney. She was both his best friend, and his girlfriend (well sort of) though neither would ever admit it. Casey lived just a couple houses down from Sidney, and they had grown up together. As kids they used to spend a lot of time together playing, becoming rather close friends. However in more recent years they had gone in separate directions. Casey had gotten involved with some bad elements as his mother would say, becoming one of the school's most well known bad girls. She was always getting in trouble in one way or another. Sidney on the other hand had gone in the other direction, becoming one of the guys that was practically invisible in school, except to the occasional bully. At school they avoided each other, not being in the same social circles and neither willing to admit that they were friends with the other. But out of school, when nobody else was watching, they were still friends. In fact, Sidney looked forward to his frequent talks with Casey. She was one of the few people that he felt confident with. Taking one more glance back at the 3 girls, Sidney shrugged and hurried into his house knowing that he was likely to be in trouble, but deciding that it would be better to just go ahead and get it over with. Relieved that his parents weren't home, Sidney quickly hurried and changed out of his school clothes. He knew that he wasn't going to avoid getting in trouble for fighting as well as ruining some of his good clothes, but he could put it off for just a little longer. Pausing at his desk, Sidney smiled at the half finished jigsaw puzzle that was sitting there, feeling somewhat eager to get back to work on it. Sidney loved puzzles, both because they helped him relax and because he loved the challenge. There were several other puzzles of different sorts sitting around his room, trophies of his triumphant solving of them. Glancing back at his most recent jigsaw, Sidney knew that he'd probably have it finished that night. Sidney turned away from his desk, reminding himself to finish the puzzle later. At the moment his parents weren't home, an that gave him an excellent opportunity to go to the mall without having to ask them and risking their refusal. Though he still had a couple puzzles that he hadn't gotten around to yet, he wanted to look around for anything new. That game shop in the mall usually had a couple of them, and he also wanted to check out the book store to see if there was any new books in as well. Making sure that he had his money, Sidney briefly considered asking Casey for a ride since she had her own car, then remembered that she'd still be busy with her other friends. Shrugging Sidney headed towards the bus stop. Leaving the game store in the mall, Sidney had been a little disappointed that they didn't have anything new. There were a few things that he didn't have and was interested in, but he didn't really feel like buying any of those at the moment. Shrugging he started towards the book store, hoping that they at least had something new in. On his way towards the book store, Sidney's eyes were caught by something else. "I don't remember that," he muttered, noticing a new store with a sign that proclaimed it to be Spells R Us. What had caught his eyes was something in the window that looked very much like some sort of puzzle box. He loved those things. Without stopping to wonder where the unfamiliar store had come from, Sidney hurried through the door. Inside of the store, Sidney glanced around, even more impressed. There was all sorts of stuff scattered all over, stuff that he knew must be antiques, though a number of new items were also visible. "Interesting," Sidney said, glancing around. Who knew just what kind of interesting things might be found among the clutter. Then Sidney noticed an elderly man behind the front counter, wearing what Sidney recognized as some sort of wizard's robe. Chuckling to himself, Sidney guessed that this guy must really be into his role. The old man looked up and smiled faintly at Sidney. "May I help you young man?" the Old Man asked politely, a slight twinkle in his eyes, though Sidney missed it. Then before Sidney could answer, the Old Man chuckled, saying, "You look like someone who enjoys challenges of the intellectual sort." "Um....I guess," Sidney stammered. Gulping he said, "I noticed the puzzle box in your window...." "Ah," the Old Man said thoughtfully, "I believe I have just the thing for you then." Quickly turning around, the Old Man disappeared through a door behind the counter, coming back moments later with a wooden box in his hands. Gently setting it down in front of Sidney, the Old Man said, "I think you might like this puzzle box." Looking at the box, Sidney wasn't extremely impressed. It was just a wooden box, though he could tell that it was definitely very well carved, not leaving any specific way to open it visible. On the top of the box was a carving of two peacocks, their necks entwined around each other. The peacock carving was also painted extremely faintly, not noticeable until Sidney changed his angle a little. He quickly changed his mind, deciding that this box was definitely interesting, and probably very old. "Nice," he said finally. "How does it open?" Chuckling the Old Man told him, "If I told you that, it would ruin the challenge now, wouldn't it?" "I guess," Sidney admitted reluctantly. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a hint," the Old Man chuckled, running his hand over the box. "The carving on top," he ran his hand over the peacock, "is the clue." Then smiling, the Old Man pushed the box closer to Sidney so that he could get a better look. "I don't know," Sidney mused, definitely interested in buying the box though still not sure. Nodding slightly, the Old Man told Sidney, "This one is a little special. There is a prize inside of the box if you can get it open." That immediately caught Sidney's attention. A prize only made the challenge of figuring out how to open the box more interesting. Sidney was nearly drooling with anticipation. "How much does it cost?" Sidney asked, hoping that he'd have enough. When the Old Man told him, Sidney let out a sigh of relief. He had enough for it, though just barely. Minutes later, Sidney was heading out the door with his purchase in hand. Returning home, Sidney saw that his parents were already there, cheerfully talking while his Mom was cooking dinner. As Sidney walked past, his Mom turned towards him scowling. "I found your torn pants on the floor in your room. What happened?" Darn, Sidney thought, feeling his pulse starting to race. Hanging his head, Sidney sighed and admitted that he'd been jumped after school. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning it though he knew there was nothing he could have done to avoid it. "How many times have I told you not to fight.....?" his Mom started the lecture and Sidney sighed, knowing that it wasn't going to be fun. "...and you've ruined a perfectly good pair of pants....." When it was over, Sidney slowly made his way back to his bedroom, grounded for a week and relieved that it hadn't been more. Getting comfortable on his bed, Sidney pulled out the puzzle box, carefully examining it for any clues as to how it opened. He had to admit that it was very well made, and the seams that weren't hidden by the carving were so faint as to be nearly invisible. "I bet it was made from a single piece of wood," Sidney mused as he finished his examination. Smiling as he found one small section that he was able to push in slightly with his fingers, Sidney carefully manipulated the piece in and to the side until it wouldn't move any more. Then he pulled his hand away, looking for what he needed to do next. Almost immediately after he'd removed his hand, the section slid back into its original position, leaving almost no sign of the seams. Sidney was fascinated, wondering just what the trick was. Carefully examining the section that had moved in, he then started examining the other sides, looking for some of the same things he noticed. Though he wasn't completely sure, he thought that he found similar sections on the other sides of the box. However, none of them would move at all. The only movement from the entire box was from that first section. Getting an idea, Sidney pushed that section back in again, and holding it, he went and tried the ones on the other sides of the boxes, finding that the one on the opposite side of the box would now go in as well. "I'm getting it," Sidney said excitedly, wondering what to do next. But as soon as he moved his hands away, both sections immediately pushed back out into their normal positions. He tried everything he could think of, but he could only get those two slots to push in, and only if he moved them in order, and held them in. "How do I get this thing to open?" Sidney asked, beginning to get a little frustrated. Leaving the box on his bed, Sidney got up and paced around his room, trying to distract himself with something else. Once he'd relaxed more, he remembered that the guy who'd sold it to him had said something about the carving being the clue. Going over and looking at the twin peacocks again, Sidney started laughing. Two peacocks with their necks wrapped around each other. "I've got it," he exclaimed, thinking that it was so simple. "It takes two people to open." Impatient to actually open it and see what was inside, Sidney briefly considered asking his Dad to help him open it, but then decided not to. This was something special, and he wanted to share his discovery with someone who might actually appreciate it, or at least how much it meant to him. That would mean waiting until he could get Casey to help. Several hours later, Sidney heard a faint knocking at his bedroom window, and broke into a wide grin. Only Casey ever came into his room through the window, but then his parents never liked her in the house at all anymore, calling her a "bad influence." Seeing Casey through the window grinning, Sidney hurried over to let her in. "How's it going?" She grinned as she came inside. "Heard about your run in today," she quickly added before Sidney could respond to her opening question. "Too bad, but you've got to stand up for yourself." "It wouldn't do much good," Sidney protested, sighing as he did so. "There were three of them." Casey snorted, obviously unimpressed. "I still say that you should have kicked those fucking shitheads asses." Sidney winced. That was one thing about Casey that he didn't like. She constantly used profanity, whereas for him "darn" was the worse that he'd say. "You can't let those fuckers keep pushing you around." "I know," Sidney groaned, "but they'd kill me." It was an old conversation that they'd had many times before, and at this point by long standing unspoken agreement, they changed the subject. "So, you heard about that party on Saturday?" Casey asked. "It's gonna be fuckin great." "No," Sidney replied, shaking his head. "You know I don't like parties." Shrugging slightly, Casey said, "Too bad." Then she grinned broadly, adding, "Shit, you've got to loosen up a little. Cut loose and have some fun." Sidney sighed, they'd had this conversation before as well, and he knew that this one wasn't going to be cut that short. For the next 15 minutes, they talked about Sidney's lack of interest in parties and several other topics. Eventually Sidney remembered the puzzle box and brought it out to show Casey. "I think it takes two people to open it," he told her, demonstrating as much as he could do on his own. "Can you get here and here?" He pointed to the two spots that he believed needed to be pushed in. Casey eagerly helped Sidney, especially after he mentioned that there was supposed to be some sort of prize inside. "Like this?" she asked, nearly catching Sidney in the face with an elbow as they both struggled to move the sections at the same time. With a audible click, the top of the box popped up slightly. "Shit," Casey exclaimed, excited. Carefully they both pulled their hands back, finding that the sections were staying pushed in this time, rather than popping right back out. Opening the lid, Casey said, "This is so cool," excited at having figured out the trick for the puzzle box. It was a very easy one to open, but it took two people to do so, which he thought was rather odd, but at the same time very interesting. Looking inside of the box, Sidney laughed, seeing that there were two rings sitting there. "The prize," he said. "Or prizes," he corrected himself, pulling both the rings out. They looked identical, each having swirls of different colors running around them like a rainbow, or maybe a peacock, Sidney corrected as he remembered the picture on top of the box. "Fuckin awesome," Casey exclaimed with a grin on her face, examining the rings in Sidney's hand. "Let me look at one," she said, grabbing one of them out of Sidney's hand. "I guess they're probably meant for both of us," Sidney said after he'd thought about it for a moment. "Since it took two people to open it, I think that each of us is supposed to have one as a prize." "Cool," Casey grinned, slipping the ring over her finger. "Fits perfectly," she said, sounding slightly surprised. Sidney just looked at his for several more minutes before setting it down on his night-stand. He wasn't much interested in wearing jewelry of any kind, though he had to admit that it was kind of neat to get as a prize. While Casey was starting to talk about her day at school, Sidney listened but also looked at the puzzle box. Closing the lid, he heard a click, and saw that the side sections were all pushed back out into their normal positions. It was locked again. Shrugging, Sidney put the box to the side so that he could give his attention to Casey. After they talked for another half hour, Casey suddenly looked at her watch, exclaiming "Shit, the bitch is gonna kill me if I'm late again." Sidney nodded, wondering how Casey could get away with talking about her Mom like that, though he'd long since gotten used to her doing so. "I'll see ya later," Casey said, already climbing out the window. Pausing for a second, she blew Sidney a kiss and warned him, "Be careful tomorrow. I heard that asshole Zeke is gonna try jumping you before class." Then with that she was out the window and gone. Sidney smiled, thankful for her warning as he closed the window back up. Glancing back towards his clock, Sidney realized that it was already his own bed time and one of his parents would probably be up to tell him so within a few minutes. Shrugging Sidney started to get ready for bed, trying to think of how he could avoid Zeke Thompson in the morning. Sneaking past Zeke in the morning was no problem for Sidney, since he knew what to expect. Once again he thanked Casey for the warning, knowing that it not only saved him from some pain, but probably another grounding as well. As Sidney hurried to his class, he felt cheerful and excited, reminding himself that it was Friday and the weekend was just about there. Sure he was grounded, but he wasn't planning on going any place anyway. For most of the day, Sidney remained careful though, looking around corners and keeping an eye out for Zeke or any of his friends. Sidney knew that they weren't likely to be happy at his having spoiled there fun, and might try looking for sometime during the day. Unfortunately Sidney's suspicions were proven correct when Zeke and one of his friends had cornered him during lunch, spitting into his food tray and making sure that he left lunch hungry. As annoyed and hungry as he was though, Sidney left the lunch room relieved that he hadn't actually been hit for once. But who knows, he reminded himself, there was still the possibility of after school as well. When Saturday morning rolled around, Sidney tried to sleep in as long as he could before eventually crawling out of bed, careful of the bruise on his stomach from two days earlier, and of the fresher bruises on his arm from after school the day before. Sidney thought it was fortunate that this time he hadn't torn any clothes or left any signs that he'd been in a fight. Getting grounded for another couple weeks wasn't something that he wanted to face. Since he was grounded, Sidney saw no reason to hurry about getting up, except for the cartoon's that he always watched on Saturday's. Though Casey often gave him a bit of a hard time for watching cartoons, Sidney thought that they were amusing and enjoyed it. Once the last of the cartoons were over, Sidney went back to his room, to read some more Moby Dick, and work on his jigsaw puzzle. The day went by slowly for Sidney, until early in the afternoon when his parents had taken off to get groceries. Almost as soon as Sidney's parents were gone, Casey knocked on the front door and walked right in. "How's it going Sid?" Casey asked, yawning some. "Fine," Sidney told her, wondering just how recently Casey had woken up. She still looked a little groggy. "I was out partying last night," she admitted when Sidney mentioned it. "It was all right, but that fucking slut Denise kept giving me shit. I had to knock her fuckin face into the wall and teach her not to fuck with me." Casey looked rather smug as she went on to describe the details of her fight with Denise, another girl that Casey sometimes hung around with. "You know me," Sidney told her with a wry grin, "I just sat around and played with myself." Then realizing the other meaning of what he'd just said, Sidney blushed furiously, much to the amusement of Casey. "I didn't mean it like that," he grumbled, adding, "I was working on my puzzle." "Sure you were," Casey responded with a grin, only making Sidney blush more. Sidney quickly forgot his embarrassment as he chatted with Casey, relaxing and feeling better to actually have someone listen to him. That was the one thing that Sidney believed kept them as friends. They were always willing to listen to each other's problems, and they felt at ease talking to each other, in spite of all of their differences. The odd pair talked to each other for over an hour before Sidney heard a car pulling into the driveway. Sidney glanced out the window, frowning as his suspicions were confirmed. His parents were back. "I'd better be going," Casey said, already moving towards the back door. "Your folks might not understand." Then she laughed and gave Sidney a wink. "Then again, maybe I should stick around." "Get outta here," Sidney told her, blushing slightly at the thought of what his parents might think of finding him and her at home alone. "I'll talk to you later," Casey muttered as she adjusted her black leather jacket, "but I've got to go and get ready for the fuckin party tonight. I've got to get some booze." Then with that she was out the back door, just in time since Sidney's parents were opening the front door. Sighing he started walking towards the car to give them a hand bringing in groceries. That night, Sidney was putting the final pieces into his latest jigsaw puzzle, yawning as he did so. "It's getting late," Sidney mumbled to himself, glancing towards his clock. "I guess it's bed time." Then almost as if an echo to his thoughts, Sidney's Mom called from the hallway, "It's getting late dear and you should get ready for bed." Then Sidney's Mom poked her head into his room, smiling sweetly and adding, "It's already past your bed time and a young man of your age needs plenty of rest if he wants to remain healthy." "All right Mom," Sidney told her. With another yawn, Sidney glanced back at the clock again, reading 10:56. "I guess I'd better get ready," Sidney told himself, getting up and starting his nightly routine of brushing his teeth, going out to give his Mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and then getting dressed in his pajamas. Sidney was just climbing into bed, when he saw the rainbow colored ring on the night-stand. Grinning at his prize, Sidney gently picked it up and started rolling it around in his palm. Holding back a yawn, Sidney slipped the ring onto his finger. Immediately Sidney felt a gut wrenching twist throughout his very being, and an overwhelming dizziness. Sidney's last thought was of confusion as everything blacked out on him. His senses and awareness returned to him, though Sidney still felt very confused and muddle headed. Blinking Sidney tried to clear his mind, but it didn't seem to do much good, though he did realize that he felt rather warm and nice for some reason. In confusion, Sidney glanced around, realizing for the first time that he was leaning onto a couch that he didn't recognize, and what was worse was that there was incredibly loud music and people everywhere. "Where am I?" Sidney asked aloud, though it came out slurred. Blinking his eyes again, Sidney looked away from all the people around him, and down at his own hands, being startled to see a bottle beer in his hand, as well as a lit cigarette between his fingers. The fact that his fingernails were now black didn't really dawn on Sidney, nor did the fact that he was wearing several rings. Shaking his head slight, Sidney looked around the unfamiliar room he was in again, vaguely realizing that he was in the middle of a party. And a wild one at that. A disoriented Sidney looked around at all the teenagers surrounding him, many dressed up in black clothes and looking like people that Casey would hang around with. And they were all dancing around, drinking and talking, none of them seemed to be noticing him and how out of place he was in a party like that. As Sidney started to go try and find some answers about where he was and what was happening, he noticed that his balance was very unsteady and very off. Almost stumbling, Sidney started moving through the crowd of people, heading to where he didn't know. Just then, somebody slapped Sidney on the back, making him drop both the beer bottle and the cigarette that he hadn't realized he was still holding. "Sorry Casey," the unknown teenage boy told Sidney. "You can have some of mine," and he handed Sidney a glass with some brown liquid in it. Feeling rather uncertain and confused, Sidney numbly lifted the glass to his lips and gulped it down, coughing slightly at the burning sensation going down his throat and into his belly. But even though it burned, it felt very pleasant and made Sidney feel even more giddy. As Sidney handed the now empty glass back to the boy, he saw a bottle of whisky in the boy's hand. A bottle that he then refilled the glass from, with the same liquid that Sidney had just drank. "Want another?" the boy slurred slightly. "No thanks," Sidney slurred, bending down to clean up his mess like he'd always been taught. The beer was half spilled and Sidney knew that he'd have to find a rag to clean it up, but he grabbed the bottle and the still burning cigarette and started moving through the crowded room again. Still feeling rather confused and dazed, Sidney suddenly realized that the stuff he'd just drank was whisky. That must be why he was feeling so muddle headed and good, Sidney thought. "I'm drunk," he muttered, wondering how that could be though. He didn't remember drinking anything before that one glass. But what about the bottle of beer in his hand, and the cigarette, he asked himself, not having any answers. He was even more confused than before. Sidney stopped at the door to the bathroom, standing behind one other person who was also waiting. Frowning Sidney wondered why he was waiting for the bathroom, then remembered what he'd planned to do. He'd wanted to splash his face with some cold water and try to clear his head. When the girl in front of him went inside, Sidney moved forward, feeling rather impatient for some reason. Absently Sidney brought the cigarette that was still in his hand up to his mouth, taking a drag, and staring at the closed door in front of him. It took Sidney a moment to realize just what he'd done, and as he blew the smoke out, he was somewhat startled at how easy that had been. Quickly trying to wash his mouth out, Sidney used the only thing available, the remaining beer in the bottle. Sidney gargled the beer in his mouth, realizing that didn't taste all that bad. But then again, neither had the cigarette. Shrugging Sidney swallowed the beer, then looked at the cigarette butt in his hand, burned almost all the way down. Sidney shook his head, snubbing the butt out and wondering how he could have smoked at all. When the door opened up and the girl came out, the smell of vomit nearly made Sidney want to empty his own stomach. Trying to keep control of himself, Sidney went inside, dropping the cigarette butt into the unflushed toilet bowl. Sidney shook his head, but the sudden dizziness it brought convinced him that this wasn't a good idea. He blinked his eyes a few times to unblur them, turning the cold water on. After splashing his face, Sidney looked into the mirror and his eyes went wide with shock. Right in front of Sidney, reflected from the mirror was the face of Casey. Her short dark reddish brown hair, her heavy mascara (somewhat smeared), her black lipstick and even the nose ring. "Holy SHIT!" Sidney exclaimed in confusion, knowing that what he was seeing certainly couldn't be there. The shock suddenly cleared his head a bit, but all Sidney could think to do was stare at his reflection, his mouth dropped open. Trying to get a hold of himself, Sidney finally looked down, seeing that he was certainly wearing Casey's clothes, and he hadn't even realized it. He had on a tank top shirt, black jeans with the knees torn out, and a pair of black women's boots. His belly button had a small ring through it and several small tattoos were evident on his body. Even Casey's small but perky tits pushed out from his chest. "Shit," Sidney said again, unsure of what to think of this. Gulping Sidney tried to remember what could have caused this, though he wasn't even sure what "this" was. What made it even more difficult was that his memories were all kind of blurred and uncertain. In fact, the last thing that he could remember before waking up against the couch was getting ready for bed, but even that memory wasn't too clear at the moment. Not with all the alcohol in his body. "Going to bed," Sidney muttered, trying to realize what that meant. Then he grinned, confident that he had the answer. "I'm dreaming," he said, satisfied with himself for figuring it out. Since Sidney knew what was actually happening, he relaxed, suddenly finding it funny that he was worried about nothing. Unable to help himself, Sidney started giggling, not knowing why he was dreaming about being Casey, or even really caring. But as long as he was dreaming, he decided that he might as well go along for the ride. Staggering back out of the bathroom, Sidney made his way through the crowd, amused at how many people kept calling Casey. Sidney made his way to the middle of the room and got himself a new bottle of beer, hesitating only for a second before he began drinking it. Thinking that if he was going to drink in his dream that he might as well do it all the way, Sidney grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort out of one girls hands, taking a gulp of that as well. For the first time in his life, Sidney cut loose, his inhibitions already lowered by the alcohol made it much easier to consume more. Before Sidney knew it, he was dancing wildly to the music along with all the other teens. After an hour, Sidney leaned up against the wall, completely drunk and barely able to stand. Sidney giggled, feeling rather confused but very good. He even bummed a cigarette off of one of the kids next to him, leaning back and smoking as he listened to the music. "Cool dream," he mumbled to himself, blowing a stream of smoke off to the side as he watched a guy on the couch who was beginning to look very, very interesting. Taking another swig of his beer, Sidney groaned then got up, moving back towards the middle of the room, ready for more partying. Casey looked around her new surroundings, confused as to what was going on. "What the fuck?" she asked, realizing that she was in Sidney's bedroom, and wondering how the hell she could have gotten there. The last thing she remembered was being at the party and passing out. Waking up on the floor or in some strange guys bed wouldn't have surprised her much, but in Sidney's room? That was definitely strange. Getting to her feet, Casey looked down and was startled to realize that she was wearing some goofy looking pajamas. And more startled when she realized that her tits weren't pushing out in the front. "Shit," Casey mumbled as she quickly examined herself, immediately noticing that her body was entirely wrong. The cock between her legs especially caught her attention. "What the fuck's going on?" she asked herself again, realizing that somehow she seemed to have turned into Sidney. "Shit," Casey snarled, deciding that someone must have slipped a little something extra into the pot she'd been smoking earlier. That would certainly explain the strange hallucination she was having. "This is too fuckin weird," she said, "way too fuckin weird." Casey felt uncertain as she looked around the room, searching for something to drink or even some cigarettes. "Figures," she muttered when her search turned up nothing, "even in my dream, Sidney's completely clean." Disgusted Casey sat back down on the bed, stifling a yawn and wondering what she was going to do. Then she grinned as she got an idea, stripping the pajama's off looking at her new penis. "Kind of small," she complained, "but I've seen worse." Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, Casey played with herself until she got hard, then kept at it until she slurred semen all over her hands. "Gross," she complained, knowing that she'd had lots worse. As she cleaned her hands off on a shirt, Casey felt rather embarrassed for some reason. Almost ashamed, and that wasn't something she was used to feeling. Just then Casey heard a voice calling from the hallway. "Are you in bed yet Sidney?" Sidney's mom asked, making Casey feeling even more embarrassed, and afraid of being caught after jerking off. Quickly clicking off the light, Casey crawled into bed, hoping that Sidney's Mom wouldn't come in and smell what she'd done. When the door didn't open and nothing else was said, Casey let out a sigh of relief. "Darn, that was close," she muttered, yawning again. Since Casey felt so tired, she curled up and let herself drift off to sleep, wondering where she'd find herself when she woke up for real. Sidney woke up to a pounding headache and was barely able to force his eyes open, though he didn't really want to. Though everything was rather blurred at first, Sidney realized that he wasn't in his room. He was someplace else, and lying on a couch at that. Confused and groggy, Sidney tried to ignore the pain in his head and the twisting inside of his guts, glancing down at himself. Sidney was shocked to see that he was half undressed, and more so to see that he was obviously not himself. "Shit," he muttered, vaguely remembering the night before and realizing that it wasn't just some strange dream. He felt far too sick at the moment to just be dreaming. Leaning over, Sidney emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor, feeling a little better, though not much. Once he was finished with that, Sidney turned his attention back to his half dressed state, noticing that some crusty dried stuff was smeared all over his thighs, and his pants were down around his ankles. Groaning Sidney didn't remember what had happened with that, and for the moment he was almost glad. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to know. With that Sidney put his clothes back on and stumbled towards the bathroom, stepping over several unconscious bodies on the way. As soon as he was there, he shoved the unconscious boy with his head in the toilet bowl out of the way, then proceeded to empty his stomach of what little remained in it. It was only when that was finished that Sidney realized that he needed to empty his bladder as well. Ignoring the sleeping boy on the floor, as well as the one in the bath tub, Sidney proceeded to undress enough to relieve himself. Sidney barely remembered to wipe himself when he was done, quickly pulling his pants back up and slipping out of the bathroom. Staggering into the kitchen, Sidney winced with every step, sure that his head was going to explode. "So this is what a hangover feels like," Sidney mumbled to himself as he searched through the fridge for some orange juice, remembering that orange juice was supposed to ease hangovers. Not finding anything but an empty fridge, Sidney turned away, wondering if he was in any condition to go home. Then a fearful thought occurred to him, where was home? He couldn't go to his own house like this, somehow looking like Casey, and he didn't really want to go to her house. Lost in his own thoughts, Sidney didn't notice the boy who was staggering towards him, holding his own head in his hands. As they slammed into each other, Sidney's stomach protested, nearly making him want to puke again, and the pounding in his head was nearly making him want to cry. "Whatcha where the fuck you're going," Sidney snapped at the hungover boy, pushing his way past and heading back to the living room of the strange house. "Who the fuck does that bastard think he is?" Sidney grumbled, holding his palms to his temples. Sitting back down on the couch, Sidney closed his eyes and muttered, "God I feel like shit." Groaning he leaned back and tried to let himself go back to sleep, hoping that the hangover would just disappear. Minutes later, the boy that he'd ran into in the kitchen came over, sitting down on the other side of the couch, though Sidney was a little too preoccupied with his headache to really pay attention. After the boy pulled out a cigarette, he paused for a moment, then held the pack out towards Sidney, asking, "Want one?" "Sure," Sidney mumbled, figuring why the hell not. It wasn't like it would kill him, especially not if his memories of having smoked the night before were correct. Sidney accepted a light from the other boy as well, then sat back and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke out and wondering just what was so nasty about cigarettes. He knew that he'd never liked people smoking near him before, thinking that it was gross, but for the life of him he couldn't see why. Over the next hour or so, Sidney suffered in silent agony, while many of the other teens that had been unconscious on the floor began to get up and stumble around, the majority of them obviously suffering hangovers too. "My Dad's gonna kill me," one exclaimed next to Sidney. Shrugging Sidney wondered what his Dad would say about his being there, if he knew. But he didn't. Certainly not since Sidney looked just like Casey, and he didn't even understand that. Sidney had been feeling too bad to put much thought into what had happened to him, but as he sat there, watching the teens staggering around, he began to wonder. If he was Casey, then was she him? Sidney ran through it in his mind, thinking about it until his fading (but still present) headache forced him to stop. Sidney began to get annoyed at all the people that were beginning to walk around decided that it was time to go home, even if he wasn't quite sure where home was at the moment. He didn't even know where he was. After saying goodbye to a couple of the kids that he'd been talking with, vaguely remembering some of them from the night before, Sidney left the house, hoping that he could make it back to his or Casey's house with the way he still felt. "I don't wanna walk too fuckin far," Sidney muttered as he started to walk down the sidewalk, stopping suddenly as something caught his eye. A grin formed on Casey's face and he told himself, "But I don't need to walk," Confidently Casey walked over to the beat up Camaro on the other side of the street. Sidney recognized it immediately as Casey's car. "My car for now," he chuckled, glad that he'd finally get to drive it for once. He'd always envied Casey for having her own car, and was more than eager to "borrow" it, along with her body. The engine quickly roared to life and Sidney smiled as he made the tires squeal before he took off. Though Sidney wasn't completely sure of exactly where he was, he knew that if he drove around for a few minutes he'd find some recognizable landmarks. And once he did, he'd head home and try to find out what the hell was going on. Casey felt rather uncomfortable as she sat in church, dressed up in Sidney's Sunday best. Sidney's parents had woken her nearly at the crack of dawn, telling her that she had to get ready for church. Definitely something that she wasn't used to. Though she'd been completely disoriented at waking up in Sidney's body, Casey had managed to keep control of herself and convince Sidney's parents that she was their beloved son. At first, Casey was rather disgusted by Sidney's Mom. She was so nice and sweet that it was sickening. Almost like June Cleaver or something. But Casey did have to admit that the novelty of having a home cooked breakfast was very nice, as was having a "mother" who actually paid some attention to her. Having a father, even if he was Sidney's, was another novelty for her since her own father had ran off when she was nine. So it was almost in spite of herself that Casey started enjoying the morning, though she couldn't get her mind off of her new situation and wondering what had happened. Trying not to squirm too much in her seat as the priest gave his sermon, Casey wondered how Sidney could stand coming there every Sunday. It was so boring, but at the same time it did make her feel a little better. Though for some reason, it also made her feel rather guilty when she remembered some of the things that she'd done. A church was not a place that she thought she belonged in. Once the service was finally over and they started to leave, Casey let out a sigh of relief. Sidney slowly drove past his own house, noticing that the car was gone. Obviously they were at church he decided. "Well fuck them," he sneered to himself, deciding that Casey's home might be a better bet. Glancing down at his rather dirty clothes, Sidney became even more convinced of this. Once Sidney had parked the car in front of Casey's house, he hurried inside. In the living room he saw Casey's Mom, lying back on the couch with a glass of something in her hand. "Where have you been?" Casey's Mom demanded in a slurred voice. She's drunk, Sidney realized with faint disgust. He'd known that Casey's Mom drank a bit too much, but to actually see her drunk that early in the day was a bit much. "Well," she demanded again, attempting to stand up. Sneering Sidney snapped, "None of your fuckin business." Then he purposely ignored her and hurried to Casey's bedroom, locking the door behind himself. Once he was alone, Sidney sat down on Casey's' bed, looking around at all the rock star posters and morbid pictures on the wall. He hadn't been in Casey's bedroom in months, though it hadn't changed much at all. A few new pictures and things, but nothing too drastic. "God I feel like shit," Sidney mumbled to himself as he began to get undressed, wincing at the strong smell of vomit coming from his pants. His hangover still hadn't faded completely, and he wanted to just crawl up and go into a coma, but he knew that he couldn't do that just yet. He had to find out what had happened to him, and if there was a way back. And to do that he'd need to find Casey, whom he suspected was in his body. After tossing the filthy clothes into a corner instead of the laundry hamper like he normally did, Sidney started to look over his naked body again, this time more thoroughly. Sidney sat down again on the edge of the bed, staring at the pussy between his legs. He'd never seen one for real until he'd woken up that morning, unless he happened to see one the night before during that time he couldn't remember. Putting that thought out of his head, Sidney gently ran a finger over the strange slit, smiling as he did so. It seemed so sensitive. Sighing Sidney put a stop to his exploration, deciding that it should probably wait until he'd at least had a shower. He still felt rather dirty and didn't want to have to face Casey while being all smelly and gross. Gently running a hand over his nose ring and then the several rings in his ears, Sidney decided to leave them for the moment. However, the rings on his fingers and the bracelet he was wearing all came off and were set on the dresser. All except for the brightly colored rainbow ring that he remembered as one of the prizes from the puzzle box. That ring he kept in his hand, staring at it. Something about it had drawn his attention to it, but he couldn't think of what that was. Frowning Sidney figured that it would probably come back to him later if it was important, so he set the ring down with the others and went to take his shower. Once Sidney had finished showering, he felt much better. Almost humming to himself, he started looking through Casey's clothes to find something to wear. Settling on some tattered black pants and a cut off Marilyn Manson T shirt, Sidney got dressed again. Reaching for the black leather jacket, Sidney put it on, absently slipping a pack of cigarettes he'd found on the dresser into one of the pockets. "Shit hot," he exclaimed as he stared at himself in a mirror, "now to find Casey and figure out what the fuck is going on." After walking the short distance to his own house, Sidney was partly nervous and partly relieved to see that his parents were home. That would mean that Casey was back too, assuming of course that she was in his body of course, and that she was pretending to be him. Sidney couldn't be sure of any of that, but knew that he was going to find out. Though Sidney's first thought was to just walk in through the door, he caught himself just in time, realizing that he couldn't do that looking like Casey and with his parents home. Not with them disliking her. Feeling amused at the irony, Sidney went around to the window outside of his own bedroom, then climbed up to peer through it. Seeing someone that looked like himself lying on the bed, Sidney felt a momentary surge of panic, which he quickly suppressed. After taking a deep breath, Sidney knocked faintly on the window. He only had to wait a minute before the person on the bed sat up, looking rather startled then hurried over and opened the window. "Shoot," the person with Sidney's face said, "you caught me by surprise." Then pausing for a moment, looking rather nervous, he asked, "You are Sidney, aren't you?" Letting out a sigh of relief, Sidney responded, "Yeah. You kind of had me worried for a moment Casey." Climbing inside, Sidney asked, "Any idea how this happened?" "No," Casey said, shaking her head (or was that his head). "None. You?" Sidney shook his own head, sitting down on the edge of his bed. For several minutes they stared at each other uncomfortably, neither sure of what to say so settling on silence. Finally it was Casey who broke the silence, asking, "I don't remember much about before we changed," she blushed slightly, "so what do you remember?" Sidney thought about it for a moment and sighed. He remembered it all right, but it was a little bit foggy thanks to all the alcohol that he'd drank, though he didn't admit that. Instead Sidney told Casey, "Not much except that I was just getting ready for bed." They both sighed, staring at each other again, not knowing where to look next. For the next half hour, they tried to figure out what had caused their sudden exchange, with no luck. They each came up with several theories, including alien experiment, God teaching them a lesson, a galactic hiccup or even some sort of strange cosmic joke. However, there was nothing proving any of them could have been the cause. Sidney and Casey were beginning to get exasperated, then suddenly they heard Sidney's mom calling from just outside the door, "Sidney..." Sidney and Casey looked at each other in horror, Sidney mouthing, "Shit," while Casey muttered, "Darn." As soon as the door began to creak open, Sidney dove for cover behind the bed, crawling underneath it and praying that his Mom didn't catch him. Sidney's Mom came in and told Casey, "We're going to Aunt Elaine's in just a few minutes, so you'd better get ready." Then she turned and left the room before Casey had a chance to say anything. Climbing out from under the bed, Sidney couldn't help but smile. It had felt kind of dangerous or risky to be hiding like that, and it had also felt sort of good. Sort of thrilling. "Guess you're gonna have to go," Sidney told Casey, who was looking very uncomfortable. "When she wants to go visiting relatives, there's no way to avoid it. Believe me, I know." "What should I do?" Casey asked nervously, having met Aunt Elaine before, but not really knowing her. Sidney chuckled slightly, advising, "Be polite, use lots of please and thank yous, and other than that you don't need to do much but sit there while she says how much you've grown." Casey groaned at that, while Sidney chuckled. "Mom will be back here in a minute, so I guess I'd better get the hell out of here while I can. I'll try to get back here tonight." After a quick goodbye, Sidney climbed back out the window and hurried "home." Lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, Sidney, felt sorry that Casey would have to deal with Aunt Elaine, but glad that it wasn't him. Shortly after Sidney returned "home," some friends of Casey's showed up, asking him if he wanted to hang out at the mall with them for awhile. "Sure," Sidney responded with a grin, looking at the two girls that he'd frequently seen Casey with. One of them had black hair and was several inches taller than Sidney (in Casey's body) and was named Bonnie, while the other was a bit shorter and had electric blue hair, and a ring through her lip. That one was called Lee, though Sidney suspected that it wasn't her real name. He chuckled to himself as he imagined that her real name was something like Buffy or Tiffany, something that she'd be embarrassed to give. "Hey Mom," Sidney called out, almost sarcastically, to the drunk woman on the couch, "I'll be back.....whenever." Then laughing at the look on her face, they started towards the mall. At the mall, Sidney, Bonnie, and Lee strolled through the halls, with Lee sarcastically commenting on everybody they saw. Sidney and Bonnie laughed at her sharp wit, glad that it wasn't them that she was insulting. Bonnie on the other hand only made an occasional comment about some guy that they saw, saying something like, "He sure has a nice ass," or "He looks like he's probably hung like a gnat", snickering afterward. Sidney just tried not to be out of place, finding it amazingly easy to joke along with the two girls, laughing at their comments and even throwing a few of his own in. Sidney felt surprisingly at ease with his two new friends, especially since he knew they normally wouldn't give him the time of day. In fact, just a few days earlier, Lee had given him the finger for no reason other than he was walking past. But now, it was like she was his best friend, which he guessed she was considering that he looked like Casey. However, after they'd walked around for awhile and window shopped, something dawned on Sidney. He didn't remember seeing that place he'd bought the puzzle box at, and they'd been through most of the mall. It wasn't anywhere near where he remembered it, but Sidney shrugged it off, only vaguely wondering if it had gone out of business already. When they finally got tired of walking, the trio went outside the mall's main entrance and sat against the wall, watching the traffic go by as they smoked and made snide comments. Sidney couldn't help but giggling at Lee's latest observation, thinking that this was certainly more interesting that some stupid jigsaw puzzle. Casey winced as the matronly Aunt Elaine pinched her cheek again. She swore that if that woman did so one more time, she was going to get sick. And Sidney's parents were both right there as well, looking so prim and proper, and acting very nice. Sort of like how a family should act, Casey thought in wonder. Even if they were a little bit Leave it to Beaverish. Once they had finished their visit and were ready to leave, Casey felt relieved. Unfortunately, just as she was walking out the door, Aunt Elaine had to get in one more pinch of the cheeks, saying, "You come back and visit me soon, Sidney dear." Sighing Casey tried to hold back her annoyance and force a smile, responding, "Yes, Aunt Elaine." "Promise?" the woman asked. "I promise," Casey said with another sigh. But finally she was done and away from Aunt Elaine. Now she couldn't wait to get back "home," where hopefully she could talk with Sidney again. However, when Casey got back to Sidney's house, there was no sign of him and his parents were still there, reminding her that she (meaning Sidney) was grounded. Fuming at her bad luck, Casey went into Sidney's room, locking the door behind herself. Casey sat down in the chair next to the desk, trying to think of what she could do, but nothing came to her. Absently she found herself picking up a piece of the jigsaw puzzle sitting on the desk and looking for where it belonged. Sliding it into its place, Casey smiled faintly and reached for the next piece. As she continued placing pieces into the puzzle, bringing it closer and closer to completion, Casey realizing that it was rather relaxing. She felt better already. And it was somewhat fun as well. Smiling to herself, Casey put thoughts of her predicament out of her mind and focused all her attention on the puzzle. Sidney said goodbye to his friends as they dropped him off at "home," asking if he was sure that he didn't want to go out partying with them. "Not tonight," Sidney told them somewhat reluctantly, "I've got some shit to take care of." Nodding Bonnie and Lee took off, leaving Sidney alone. Taking a quick look at Casey's house behind him, Sidney turned and started walking to his own house. Minutes later he had climbed through the window and was back in his bedroom with Casey. "How was Aunt Elaine?" Sidney asked with a smirk, enjoying the scowl that Casey was giving him. Casey got up from her chair, staring uncomfortably at Sidney again, then nervously mumbled, "What if we don't change back? What if we're still like this tomorrow?" "Shit," Sidney mumbled, realizing what she meant. "School." If they were still each other, how could they possibly go to school. But then again, neither of them knew how long they'd be like that. They could wake up normal again in the morning, or it could be for the rest of their lives. Sidney sighed, realizing that they had better prepare for the worst, just in case. "I guess we'll have to tell each other about our fuckin classes," Sidney said, then frowned. Casey reluctantly agreed, and they both settled down to get comfortable, beginning to tell each other everything that they could think of about their school days. Something that was made much easier by the fact that they'd been friends for a long time and already knew most of what they'd need. When they'd finished talking about school, Casey sighed, looking nervously at Sidney then she cried out, "Jeez, what could have done this to us?" "How the hell should I know?" Sidney scowled, "It's not like I fuckin caused this shit." Wincing slightly, Casey said, "I wish you wouldn't swear so much....." then her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. "Oh my," she muttered. "What the fuck's wrong now?" Sidney demanded impatiently. "Don't you see?" Casey asked fearfully. "You're the one that always complains about MY swearing." Sidney's eyes widened as he realized that she was right. "Shit," he muttered, not having realized just how easily he'd started acting like Casey until that minute. How quickly they'd started acting like each other. Gulping Casey said, "We have to get back to normal soon, or...." She left the rest unsaid. Sidney nodded, knowing just what she meant. If they stayed as each other for too long, who knew what might happen. "I think I'd better get going," Sidney said quietly, glancing over and noticing that the puzzle he'd been working on was now completed. "I'll talk to you later." Then with that Sidney climbed out the window and was gone. Sidney walked back to Casey's house, feeling rather stunned at the revelation. But now that he thought about it, he realized all the Casey like things that he'd been doing since their switch. Was it her body doing that to him, or was it something else. Not knowing, Sidney knew that he'd have to think about it a little more, though he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. Stepping inside the house, Sidney was immediately confronted by Casey's Mom, who was obviously drunk. "Where the hell have you been?" she slurred, getting right up into Sidney's face. "None of your fuckin business," he snapped, irritated at her bothering him. Then Casey's Mom slapped Sidney violently across the cheek, snarling "Don't you talk to me like that." Sidney just glared at her, beginning to feel very angry. Who the hell did she think she was hitting him like that? "Get out of my fuckin way," Sidney growled, low and threatening. For a moment they just stared at each other in menace, then finally Sidney pushed past her and hurried to Casey's room, disgusted at the woman behind him. "Fuckin bitch," he snarled as he locked the door. Throwing himself on the bed, Sidney fumbled for a cigarette, knowing that it would help him calm down. Slowly Sidney started relaxing, feeling much better as he tried to forget Casey's Mom. Or his Mom now, he knew with a dread, if he couldn't get back to normal. Eventually Sidney relaxed. And as he was laying there, he looked down at the two swellings on his chest, pushing through his shirt. Strange, Sidney thought to himself, amused at the fact that he actually had breasts, and that he barely even noticed them most of the time. Curious about his new tits, Sidney started rubbing them through his shirt, surprised at just how sensitive his nipples seemed. As they began to harden, Sidney pulled his shirt off, glad that he hadn't been wearing a bra. Seeing his naked nipples, all big, pink, and pushing out, Sidney started getting excited and began rubbing at them more. They felt so good, sort of like a couple boners on his chest. Absently Sidney slipped a hand down the front of his pants and began massaging the moist spot between his legs. As soon as he realized what he was doing, Sidney felt a little embarrassed, though not enough to stop. Moments later he was stripping off the rest of his clothes as well. Once Sidney was naked, he climbed back on the bed and returned to his exploration, masturbating furiously and moaning at the pleasure. Fingering himself frantically, Sidney brought himself closer and closer to orgasm, unable to believe just how good it felt. When the orgasm finally came, Sidney had to bite back a scream, being nearly overwhelmed with the strange, but at the same time familiar sensations. Awash in his afterglow, Sidney still remembered that girls were supposed to be able to cum again right away, so he went back to fingering himself, wanting to see just how many times he could orgasm in a row. It was with a very satisfied feeling that Sidney went to bed that night. Upon waking in the morning, Sidney was both relieved and disappointed to find himself still in Casey's body. "Shit," he grumbled though as he remembered that he still had to go to school. He and Casey had agreed that they would go if they hadn't changed back yet. After dragging himself into the bathroom and taking a quick shower, Sidney put on some clothes that he thought would be appropriate for school. Appropriate for Casey that is. Once dressed, Sidney decided to try applying some makeup that he found on Casey's dresser. It was a little easier than he thought it would be, though the makeup did end up a little thicker than he intended. That was all right with Sidney though since Casey's makeup was usually a little heavy and it didn't look out of place. Finally Sidney decided that some jewelry would be appropriate. The stud through his nose, the belly button ring and the rings in his ears weren't quite enough. A little bit more was needed, Sidney thought. Grinning to himself, Sidney put a studded collar that Casey often wore around his neck, thinking that it did make him look a little like a pit bull. Then he added a couple bracelets and started putting some rings on his fingers. He stopped just as he was about to put the rainbow colored ring back on, thinking that it did look a little tacky. And perhaps a little too bright and cheerful. Shrugging he left it on the dresser as he started off towards school, looking forward to driving there for once. At school, Sidney was slightly startled at the way the other students reacted to him. Kids that would normally ignore him, or even push him around, were now stepping out of his way in the halls. When he looked at several of them, they quickly averted their eyes, looking in another direction. It dawned on Sidney that they were afraid of him. Or actually Casey, whom they thought he was. But whatever the reason, Sidney kind of liked it. He liked that feeling of power, much better than being the helpless guy that got picked on. Sidney walked down the hallways with a new feeling of confidence. For once there wasn't that tinge of fear that he often felt at school. That apprehension of what Zeke might decide to try pulling. Instead, Sidney felt like he was the one in charge for once. Feeling rather cocky, Sidney continued towards his first class, looking forward to what might happen there. It might have been a bit behind what he was normally in, but it should be interesting, he thought with amusement. Unfortunately Sidney's amusement quickly wore off once class began. It was stuff that he'd gone through at least the year before, and he ended up trying to keep himself from being too bored by making snide remarks in class, much to the teachers annoyance. The next several classes that he went to were much the same way. When lunch finally came, Sidney went out behind the school for a smoke along with a couple of the other kids. Something that he'd certainly never done before, and a place that he usually avoided, but this time it felt perfectly normal for him to be there. After finishing up, Sidney went back to the lunch room and got something to eat, sitting down next to Bonnie and Lee, as well as a couple other girls. While he was eating, Sidney looked up and frowned as he noticed Zeke on the other side of the room, hassling some kid or another. It took Sidney a few seconds to realize that the kid Zeke was hassling, was himself. Or actually Casey. Sidney watched the scene for several minutes, feeling rather numb, then finally Zeke hurried off, leaving Casey alone. Looking at the girls around him, Sidney briefly considered going over there and talking to Casey, but decided that he couldn't do it at the moment. He decided instead to catch Casey alone in the halls a little later though. After Sidney had finished eating, he noticed Zeke was still in the lunchroom, though Casey had disappeared. Just looking at Zeke made Sidney furious. First that bastard kept pestering him, and now he was messing with Casey. With a grim determination, Sidney started walking towards Zeke, a malicious grin forming on his face. "Hey Zeke," Sidney quietly said to the other boy, "I want to have a word with you." "What do you want?" Zeke sneered. Smiling slightly, Sidney was startled to see Zeke take a step backward, a flash of nervousness passing throu