Yep, more of the story I'm not gonna finish (I think). Again, more viewpoint shifts and missing sections, so it's mildly but not entirely comprehensible. And I still seem to be freaking the rich text editor widget out.

Strangest Places

<h1>Scene: The kiss in public</h1> [Justin]

It was a nice day. Spring was coming, and the weather'd turned warm early. Tristan and I had met at the park by the library, and were just sort of hanging out.

"So you planning on going to college?"

"Me? Dunno. Never really thought about it before. Doubt it."

"Why?"

<h1>Scene: The beating</h1> [Justin]

{Should this even be in the final version? Might have more impact if it isn't. Hard to say}

<h1>Scene: Aftermath</h1> [Tristan]

<Ring!>

I jumped when the phone rang. I'd been dozing in my bedroom, US history putting me to sleep again. It'd been hours since I'd heard from Justin, and I was starting to get worried. I felt kinda bad, since I'd freaked him a little at the park. But we were supposed to be studying for a test next week. I reached over and snagged the phone before the second ring, in case Dad was in the middle of something.

"Speak to me!"

"T-tristan?" I could barely make out the voice on the other end. It was badly muffled and sounded like whoever it was had a mouthful of cotton. Sounded kinda familiar, though.

"Yep, that's me."

There wasn't any response, though I could hear what sounded like ragged breathing.

"Hello? Who is this?" I was starting to wonder if this was one of Scotty's pranks.

"t-t-tristan." The voice came again. It still sounded awful, and was really hard to make out. There was pain in it, though. "help?"

I wracked my brain trying to figure out who it was. They sounded in a bad way, though. "Sure. Who is this?"

A painful sob came from the other end. "n-n-never mind." That's when it hit me who it sounded like.

"Justin? Is that you?"

"y-yeah."

"What happened, man?" Justin had to be in pretty bad shape if I couldn't even recognize his voice on the phone. "You in an accident?" I had a picture of him leaning up against a phone booth, all bloody from a car wreck or something. Smashed up because of me.

"Dad. Hit me."

I went cold then. I'd met Justin's dad a few times, and I didn't like him at all. He was a nasty bastard, and built like a brick. If he'd beaten Justin up he could be in real bad straits.

"Where are you?"

"h-h-home." I knew where Justin lived. It was on the other side of town, but it was late and I could get there in five minutes if I didn't hit traffic or get pulled over.

"Will you be OK until I can get there? Should I call the cops?"

"No!" I could hear the pain in his voice. "n-no cops. I'll be OK."

Like hell, I thought, but I didn't say it. "Hold tight, then. I'll be right over." I hung up the phone, grabbed my jacket off the bed, and ran out of my room.

I took the stairs in three steps, and almost skidded into the wall when I hit the throw rug at the bottom. "Dad! Gotta go! I'll be back in a bit!" I yelled as I careened through the living room and hall towards the garage.

"Hey, hey!" Dad popped his head out of the kitchen. "Slow down, you'll get hurt that way!"

"No time, Dad. Gotta go." I ran past him, but he grabbed my shoulder as I went past. Once he's got a grip on something it won't move unless he wants it to, and I wasn't any exception to that rule.

"Tris! Stop. What's going on?" He looked worried