A/N~

So here's a deal, every…ten reviews I get on my fic 'Louder Than Thunder' I'll post oneshots with pairings of your pickings, ya know as reward for reviewing. This first one…well Marissa is going through a tough time...and who's there to comfort her?

Silence. That was all Marissa had become accustomed to hearing. Silence and the occasional incessant chatter of the students around her. Her emotions swirled around in her mind like a black hole, sucking any cheerfulness and laughter right out of her. She barely had it in herself to sing anymore which as why she hardly ever said anything during Glee rehearsal. It had all become routine now. People would ask if she were okay, she'd nod, they'd leave her be, and then she'd return to her sulking. If sulking were even the correct word for how she was feeling. Morose, perhaps even complacent, but distant and disconnected were both better word choices for how she was acting.

Marissa's mother didn't question it at all, but that was simply because as soon as Marissa got home she headed straight to her room. She'd lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, until it was time for supper. Then she'd gobble down about two plates of whatever she wanted, and then end up being completely disgusted with herself which only led to forcing the food from her stomach. Ceremoniously she'd wake up at 6:35 in the morning, take a shower, get dressed, and walk to school. Cameron still came by to pick her up, but she always made sure to leave before then.

The girl knew she probably looked a mess. Wavy red hair curling towards her face and flipping out in parts because she didn't bother to fix it, gray eyes blank with dark circles under them from lack of sleep because Marissa had become an insomniac.

Lie to me

Convince me that I've been sick all of this,Will make sense when I get better.

Marissa's father paid her little attention

"Marissa." A familiar voice rang in Marissa's ears, but she paid it no attention, knowing it would just go away soon. Just like all the others that had tried to get her to talk. It would disappear too. "Dammit Marissa! Stop this!"

Something in the red head's mind sparked. This voice had never cursed often, if so it was because it was extremely angry. So did she need to actually say something? Using her voice which she hadn't used much in about a good three solid weeks? The girl's pale lips parted gently and she whispered. "What…" Her voice came out softly, barely audibly, but it was the first time she'd spoken to anybody at the school.

"Marissa look at me." The voice demanded, sounding a bit more gentle this time.

Marissa's gray eyes didn't want to abide her silent command at first, but she tore her gaze away from the empty space she'd been staring off at. She looked at the voice, or the person whom the voice had come from. A familiar lanky boy with black framed glasses and messy on purpose hair sat facing her. "Cameron." The name fell from her lips easily.

Relief flitted across his face as if he believed her to be lost to the world forever, trapped in a world of disconnection. She swallowed, a sudden longing to throw herself in his arms surging through her body. It was the first amount of emotion she'd felt in what seemed like a long time, and it simply shocked her. So Marissa did just that. She threw herself into Cameron, burying her face in the crook of his neck and finally letting the tears she'd been holding in for what seemed like forever flow freely.

Cameron seemed surprised at first, but he wrapped his arms around her body which was racking with violent sobs and rubbed her back comfortingly. Marissa knew she didn't deserve his kindness, his obvious patience with her. She didn't deserve any of their kindness, yet she received it anyway. "It's okay. It's all going to be okay." He murmured in her ear as she continued on with her incessant weeping.I'll be your stepping-stoneNo, don't be so aloneJust hold on tight, it's only life

This was what Marissa wanted. She wanted somebody to assure her that everything would be fine and Cameron was just the person she wanted to do that. She hadn't spoken to any of her friends for weeks yet they still sat around her, even tried to talk to her, yet she refused to respond. Until now.

Now maybe everything would be okay again.

Quick A/N:

The first set of lyrics is from the song 'Breathe No More' by Evanescence, lovely song, and the second few lines of lyrics is 'It's Only Life' by Kate Voegele. So tell me how this was and who you want the next one to be centered around, pairings and such.