Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! I am physically unable to process what just happened. Did I just reveal myself to INVISIBOY, who was the alter ego of JACKSON?! It's been a long day. I'm gonna have to sleep on it.

I had a nightmare, or it might've been real, had I not woken up in bed. I was playfully chatting with my boyfriend in costume, as we do, and then this voice in my head began to scream KILL HIM!! KILL HIM!! and... I listened. As if I was a puppet, I stabbed him through the heart, then collapsed and began to sob over his limp body. I saw the anger, shock, betrayal, and pain in his eyes as he fell. I screamed his name, but he was gone. I have mind powers, so I hope it was just a stupid dream. Still, my brain thought he was dead, so I decided to prove it wrong, and make some trouble to see him again. I suited up and leaped out the window, excited to see him again. I robbed a bank and waited for him to appear. As if on cue, he appeared, wearing the goofiest (and cutest) smile I've ever seen.

" Hey, Blondie!"

"Invisiboy! I thought I lost you!!"

Phones popped up as I ran to his arms, people confused how their favorite rivalry had turned to love.

"And why would that happen, gorgeous?

I pushed him away, just slightly.

"Easy there, Doofus. And...I-um... I think we should go somewhere more... private?"

I pointed to the gasping fans staring at us, still clutching onto him.

"Oh, yeah, right. Let's go."

He held me and began to fly. It was such a beautiful experience, and it was my first time flying in my 16-Year-old life, and I was both amazed and terrified. He smiled at me as we landed outside an abandoned restaurant, the place where we first met. As he let go of me, I turned to look at him.

"Jack, this is NOT a first date."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Really? And why not?"

He moved closer to me so we almost touched, but I stepped back, trying to hide my heated cheeks.

"Because I'm not into you? Anyway, why did you bring me here?"

"Because I have something I want to say to you..."

"Yeah, what? Something mushy?"

He closed the distance between us, making me blush again...And... he began to sing.

"That girl with the Blonde hair,

She's stolen my heart.

That girl with the blonde hair,

She's torn my world apart.

She's the thief of my sleep,

Of my dreams.

She's the one who will keep,

My heart's love.

And I could scream and she would come,

With that hair and those eyes like lasers,

Dragging me away,

To another place.

That girl with the blonde hair,

A heart of gold beyond compare,

And a love that she would share,

With me."

I was in tears. I punched his arm, then hugged him close. He began to sing again.

"Idiot."

"What?"

"Stop! Stop being so FREAKING cute. I love you!! STOP IT!!"

I punched him again, then whisper-sobbed into his shoulder, forgetting my worries as he sang to me. Maybe that was his motive.