Forgive me I'm trying to find

My calling I'm calling at night

I don't mean to be a bother but

Have you seen this girl

She's been running through my dreams

And it's driving me crazy it seems

I'm gonna ask her to marry me

Okay, another songfic… Remembering Sunday by All Time Low.

The knock on the door interrupted my three a.m. Friday night Call of Duty fete, and if Zack and Jack hadn't gotten into one of their usual arguments, I never would have been upstairs to hear it. I jogged over to the door, curious as to who would come to my house at three o clock in the morning.

I was in the middle of making microwave popcorn and, forgive me, grabbing another round of beers, but I put everything down and went to answer the door.

A little girl was standing on my doorstep, her head down, hair in a curtain over her face.

"Um… hi?" I asked.

When she looked up, my jaw clamped shut. She had a black eye and there were tears running down her cheeks. I stood there for five whole seconds before I could pull myself together to react.

"What happened?" I finally asked.

She just shook her head and moved forward, wrapping her arms around my stomach and resting her head on my chest, the gasping sobs of relief finally escaping.

I didn't move for a minute, but I realized that she wouldn't come back in the middle of the night, bruised and crying, if nothing was wrong. So instead of just walking away like I normally would have, I wrapped my arms around her and shut the door.