Jake saw Cameron's face, and blinked his own tears away. He didn't want trouble. Trouble meant hate, and he didn't want no more any more hate. Nononononononoooooooo!!!!!

"Let me go..." he whined, using any protrusion on the ground to push him forwards, as if he was rock-climbing. Wow... did Allie have superglue on her hands? Jake's arms started to stretch as he pulled on something sturdy to get away, and then the popping sound from his shoulder, the one attached to the arm atteched to the wrist that Allie held.

"Owwww..." he moaned, still stretched. Jake sniffed a little. Just a cold. Curse him never getting out much, or drinking milk. Stupid bones and joints; he couldn't remember what was supposed to be the beneficial thing, but it didn't matter. He was in PAIN. He didn't think it was dislocated... maybe, but it hurt like the Dickens as he carried on trying to run, blinking tears back as his breath hitched slightly.

"You..." breeeeeathe... "... are meeeean and cruel!" he yelled back, ignoring his uneven voice.