Disclaimer: Well, to be downright honest, the characters and everything else but the plot belongs to Christopher Pike. I got the idea
from 'Big yellow taxi'.
Author's notes: I have always been a W/S or Watch/ Sara shipper. I thought they had some sort of chemistry and love for each
other, after all in the first Spooksville book when Sara first tells Adam about Watch she says: "... I would have been interested in
him if he wasn't so weird. It's in Watch's POV.

She was the bitch. No, she wasn't really the bitch but the mean one. Adam was righteous and unselfish one, Cindy was the nice and
beautiful one, Bryce was the rich and resourceful one, I was the intellectual one and Sara was the mean and sarcastic one. Of course,
Cindy was cute one and Sara beautiful, but Cindy's disposition made her shine out. But I would rather not tell this Sara. As
pessimistic and annoying as she was, she honestly cared. I see that now.
Sara was the one who would easily point fingers at others and scold them for something she herself did but it made wonder sometimes
why she insisted on being like this. She was insecure and vulnerable and she thought if she could be mean, if one of us went away she
wouldn't have to grieve much. So why didn't she stay introverted? Nobody wants to be lonely, we all deserve and need a friend. She
wasn't always bad. She was at times nice and caring and sarcastic. As much as she did offend me with her 'jokes', I have to admit,
she did have some humour in her.
Sara's family life wasn't of course the greatest one but it wasn't violent or anything. Sally Wilcox was nosy sometimes unless it
really threatened her life but she was always sympathetic to me about my family. She never really poked around my family affairs
and none of her accusations against me was directed towards my family life. She was a good friend even though sometimes it seemed
as if she were the most selfish person on earth. She was like rock but with soft, creamy butter within. I wasn't the most handsome
guy in town but Sara didn't give a damn, she went ahead and asked me out on my first date. The first of us to ever date was Bryce.
His current girlfriend is Savannah, whom we met a long time ago. Cindy was quite heartbroken after that but Adam comforted her
and now they're a happy couple.
I guess since hormones were starting to hit, Sara was acting kinda weird around me. Sara and I were the ones who knew each other
for the longest time in the group. We knew each other ever since we started in kindergarten so I guess we have a deeper bond of
friendship and trust than the others. Sara would literally beat up every boy who even seemed to want to date her. But when it came
to me, she would be so nice and unselfish. We all thought she was just going through a phase. But then again, she would look at me
with her beautiful dark eyes with such compassion that she never looked at with the others. Of course she cared about her friends.
They were like her family. I guess that she wanted to be more than just some friend. I don't mean to say that Sally suddenly became
an angel; she still had her faults. She would still be rude and gossipy. We were all than group who in a way fought evil, we were a
family. Our life was a roller-coaster ride, it could plain, fun or scary at times but the nicest thing about having true friends in your
life is that they would scream beside you. Whether in sickness or health, wealth or poverty, they would be there by your side. I told
Sally about that, I told her that if our relationship didn't work out then we would have to lose one another. And none of us could
bear that. To the age of sixteen, we happily stood by each other, telling one another how much they looked like hell or looked
wonderful and that tomorrow would be a better day,
I was a science geek, and I wanted to become a CSI. Of course being one in Spooksville could mean death but at least I would work
with love. Sara admired that in me. So there we were under the stars, on the roof my car chatting. We enjoyed doing so and eating
the pizza. I guess I wasn't paying much attention to her. I couldn't quite concentrate; we just fought off one ugly witch who
wanted ruin our lives. Sara did something selfish when the witch asked us who was prettiest one for she would be the first one to go,
she pushed Cindy ahead. But Cindy did get herself saved. I was stupid enough to tell her that needed to stop being so selfish and
think about others for a change. That did it, she yelled at me. She told me about all the times she did nice things for the group and
that I had no right to call her selfish. She stormed off and hailed a big yellow taxi and she was gone.
It's been three days since she spoke to me. I hate admit it, if Sally has to scream at me then I'd happily hear her out. I thought that
Sara was just playing with the idea of dating me and I, myself, didn't think of her that way. But I did, somewhere along the line I
cared about Sally Wilcox more than a friend. It was amusing to hear her scold me for being dense at times and listening to her to
make the finest storm in a teacup. The idea was so sudden; it's like when you have a crush and you're doing something you totally
despise, you focus that positive energy on the work and everything seems so good. I always thought of Sara doing my homework and
it worked.
It's funny not to hear her behind my back telling me about how we're all going to die in thenext period because of the pop quiz and
how she'd rather die in the hands of a troll. She's not telling me about how funny I am when I actually pay attention to our
geography teacher because it's better to rea the textbooks. She used nag me so much because she really did care. It's funny you notice
the good side of a human being only when that person disappears. Nothing should be taken for granted.
I'm standing 'neath her window. And as I hate to create scenes, if this brings Sally back, I don't give a fig.
"Sara!" I sum up all the power of my vocal chords.
She looks out cross-eyed.
"Go away!"
"I can't."
"What do you mean?"
A foreign voice interrupts our conversation.
"Sara, what's going on?"
She shoos the figure away. She looks back at my direction.
"I'm sorry!"
"You're forgiven." She turns her back.
"I'm sorry I was being such a jerk."
She looks at me with a questioning expression.
"I... I never realised till now that you tried to make things better even if you had to be selfish. I couldn't see it through but I can
now. I'm sorry I was being callous. I care about you, I... I really do." I can feel the red liquid come up my face.
"It took you 3 days to figure it out."
"Sara, can we rearrange the date. Friday?"
She smiles a little.
"Sure."
I can feel pure glee.
"Oh and Watch! Don't ever put in a position like that again."
I give a little nod and walk away. Yes! It worked! It feels so good to be alive. I let a happy sigh out. Better get working on the
science project.