Mia was sitting in the kitchen with Emily. "Come on, Mia. How bad can it be? You love him, I know you do don't deny it, and I guarantee that he doesn't hate you either. If you fear rejection, forget it. He loves you too. Promise." Mia shook her head. "You don't know anything." At that moment, the object of their whispered conversation walked in the room. Mia handed him a piece of toast. "I didn't make it I promise. You can go… train, or whatever it is you do when we're not around." Jayden looked hurt. "Mia, what are you talking about? I seriously spend ninety percent of my time with you. That was really nice, Mia. Thanks," he said, in a voice dripping with sarcasm. He walked out of the room without a backward glance. Emily stared at her. "Mia!" Mia nodded. "I know. That really sucked." Before she could stop her, she followed him. He went into his room. She'd never been in there, nor did she think anyone else had. The door was slightly ajar, so she hid behind it and watched him. He paced back and forth, and ran his hands through his hair. She couldn't help but notice exactly how hot he was. She felt herself become slightly wet at the sight of him. He was muttering to himself. Then he walked out of her field of vision. She crept a little farther toward the edge of the door. He was sitting at a piano. He suddenly began to play and sing.
"Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise. I just know we can't be over, I can see it in your eyes. Making every kind of silence, it takes a lot to realize, it's worse to finish than to start all over and never let it lie. And as long as I can feel you holding on, I won't fall, even if you said I was wrong." Mia was stunned. Is it possible that he means this for me? she thought. No, he couldn't possibly. Besides, he's the Red Ranger. He's not supposed to have connections that go farther than friendship, of any sort. She listened intently, thinking that his voice was actually very pleasant. "I'm not perfect, but I keep trying, cause that's what I said I would do from the start. I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so, please, don't leave, was it something I said, or just my personality…" He stopped playing. "Oh, god. I'm in too deep, aren't I?" He stared morosely at the ceiling. "It doesn't matter, I guess. The Nighlok come first. Kill the Nighlok, then I can tell her. But it's torture. I just… I'm in love. I guess it doesn't matter if I tell her or not. She's way too good for me. She'd never love me. Oh, Mia, why can't you just know my mind?" She stood up quickly, and was about to retreat back into the hallway, but then thought better of it. Instead, on impulse, she walked into the room. He looked up, surprised. "What are you doing in here?" he snapped, more harshly than he had intended. "I came to see you."
"You're not supposed to be in here."
"I don't care. I need to tell you something."
"Shoot."
"Your perception of the world is not exactly what the world is." She kissed him gently. "Remember that." She stood up and began to walk away, and then said, "I love you too."