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Any particular reason?

Yes, they don't think kids understand stuff.

Ah. Yes, and that's usually not the case. Parents, especially...

I wouldn't know about that.

Why wouldn't you?

--Name's Oz, by the way. Short for Osborne.

Never met them. I live with my "Uncle".

I'm James.

*frowns a little*
You say that like it means something else. Is he a foster parent?

No, he says he's not related but to call him uncle.

Okay.
Relatives aren't always the same as family, anyway. Is he the one who doesn't understand something?

One of them. They don't think I can handle the truth so I figured it out myself.

What truth?

That my mom cheated on her boyfriend with my dad then because it was obvious I wasn't her boyfriend's dumped me on her friend and took off.

Talk about soap opera material. *winces, sympathetic* Not the sort of thing you should have to dig out by yourself.

Have you talked to either of your parents since all this happened, James? Or to your uncle?

My mom is gone, married her boyfriend. My dad...I don't know which of the guys around he might be.

I know you're not asking for advice. Feel free to tell me to go shove it--I won't get mad. But I think you should tell your uncle what's been on your mind.
Even if he doesn't like hearing it.
If he cares about you, he should know, and not just the stuff that's easy for him.

Oz most of the time he doesn't remember to pick me up from school. I'm not making waves until I can get out of here.

*eyes narrow briefly, annoyed on James' behalf*

...Okay. Fair enough. *subsides* You know your own sitch better than I do. I don't think you need more people acting like you're stupid. It's pretty clear that's wrong.

Thanks. *sighs* Would be easier if I could be out at night but some weird stuff kind of happens a lot.

You don't live in L.A. County, do you?

What do you know the geography of weird place?

Sorry? *confused by the phrasing*

Sorry, how'd you guess?

I used to live in Sunnydale--It's a town that was north of Los Angeles.
Weird doesn't begin to cover it.

I kind of know where that is since I'm there.

You ever meet a guy, bleach blonde sounds like he just came from London?

Wha...
No. No freakin' way.

Billy Idol lookalike? Never shows his face before sunset?

Yeah. He didn't find the Billy Idol jokes funny last time he came to see my uncle.

Your uncle invited him in, then? Are they friends?

Yeah. I guess so, he comes over two or three times a week. Sometimes he doesn't talk to my uncle though he only talks to me.

About what?

He asks how I feel, how strong I am, sometimes we talk about music.

James, I do know someone like that but I'm hoping I'm wrong here. Have you ever seen this guy around during the daytime? Outside?

No, I joke around and call him Lestat. He got cranky at first but now he thinks it's funny.

Right. A comedian, that's Spike. Or William.

If it's him, he may remember me. I wouldn't mind a chance to...talk to him about some things. Last time I saw him, we were in a hell of a fight.

*shrugs* He's always around. My uncle calls him Spike he said I can call him William.

Can I ask, what's your uncle's name?

Ethan.

That just means you're normal.

I don't know about that.

All adults make all kids mad sometimes.

Adults make me mad a lot of the time.

What'd they do?

Treat me like I'm stupid.