A/N I own nothing, it's John Rzeznik's song blah blah blah. End A/N

I wasn't going to just let that creep lurk, was I? He didn't technically do anything... that I knew of. Unless you counted the many past offenses. Not that I was the cleanest with the law, but I never tried to kill anyone, did I?

I decided to follow (instead of tackle) him. I knew he was up to something. Why else would he be wearing a plain black tshirt and jeans in the rain? Even I had a hoodie on, and I hate flying with too much clothing.

I eventually got close enough to hear the song playing. It was not what I expected. It was "I'm Still Here." didn't see that coming...

I am a question to the world,
Not an answer to be heard.
All a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway…
You don't know me,
And I'll never be what you want me to be.

I noticed his slumped posture now, not in defiance, but pain.

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man..
You can take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

The words were familiar, but it felt like I really hadn't heard them until this moment. And they were describing the way I was treated by my family, especially Blossom. I followed a bit closer.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They're the ones that stay the same.
The don't know me,
'Cause I'm not here.

I felt old, dangerous feelings creeping up on me. I wanted to punch Ace in the face … but at the same time, make him feel better about all the crap. I could relate.

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am

Why was he alone, anyway?

He started singing along, surprisingly good. Well, maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. He was in a band, wasn't he? Maybe he sang.

I couldn't help but tune back into the chorus as he sang it. He really had a beautiful voice.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They're the ones that stay the same.
They can't see me,
But I'm still here.

I thought he saw me as he turned a corner, but he kept going. He was going in the dump entrance. I hid behind piles of trash, listening. Maybe he was going to get his gang, and do something... illegal. I was running out of excuses.

They can't tell me who to be,
'Cause I'm not what they see.
And the world is still sleepin',
While I keep on dreamin' for me.
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I'll never believe.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can they say I never change
They're the ones that stay the same.
I'm the one now,
'Cause I'm still here.

I'm the one,
'Cause I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.

He just stood outside, smoking. Sighed, and turned to leave. As I flew away, I thought of how long ago it was when I came to the dump to hang out, and how much I missed it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ace lower his shades and wave goodbye. He did see me!

Jerk.