Even though Chris had lost interest in tracking down Derek, he ended up tracking him anyway, since they were both heading in the same direction.
When Derek made it to his trailer park home, he headed right in. And a moment later, Chris did the same. The jock briefly wondered how he was able to walk in so easily, but then just shook it off. It wasn't his problem.
Chris headed down the hallway and then into one of the bedrooms. Sitting on the bed and looking totally depressed was Derek Lettman, the emo boy that he had been tracking. But he felt no desire to rough the guy up. Instead, he headed to one of Derek's drawers, taking out a pair of his underwear and socks. Then he headed to the closet and pulled out some of the emo's clothes.
Derek looked in his direction a couple of times, but didn't seem to be afraid at all, contrary to how he reacted in the park. And he didn't seem to be confused or even curious as he watched Chris stripping naked right in front of him and then donning the clothing he had just obtained.
And after Chris put on the tight orange T-shirt, the tight jeans, studded belt, and Vans-type shoes, Derek stood up from the bed and left the room.
Suddenly, Chris felt awful. A sense of depression had come out of nowhere and had hit him like a ton of bricks. He never knew that it could feel so awful to be depressed. He sat down on the bed and grabbed for the diary that Derek had left. Picking it up and the pen that came with it, Chris began to write down how he was feeling, as suicidal thoughts permeated his mind.
If there was one bright spot in his mind, however, it was the feeling of attraction whenever he gazed upon one of the posters in his room. The emo boy on display made him feel safe and loved. If only there was someone like that at school. Someone who could be with him and like being with him. But as it was, Chris Lettman was the only emo around. It felt so terrible being alone.
Chris was so bombarded with his new emo feelings that he failed to notice how the writing in the diary didn't match his own. But that was soon fixed, as the magic from the wishing stone slowly altered Derek's original handwriting to something that Chris would recognize as his own.
Stacy looked for a few minutes longer, but then just decided to give up. She had no idea where that Chris Lettman guy had gotten to. But it didn't really matter. The next day was Wednesday, a school day. She'd just wait and find that emo kid then, if she still felt like roughing the fag up.
