Disclaimer: I don't own Grojband or it's characters.


(Larry's POV)

I was in my bed, about to go to sleep, when I heard a tapping sound. I opened my eyes and looked around. What was that? I sat up in my bed, listening for the sound again. Suddenly, the tapping came from right outside of my window, causing me to jump. I got up and walked over to it. I looked out, and I couldn't believe what I saw. In the inky darkness, there sat Carrie, sitting on a branch connected to one of the many trees growing on the side of my house. I immediately opened the window for her, and she carefully made her way from the branch to the ledge. She crawled in and stood up straight.

Now, just to make this clear, this wasn't weird at all. We'd always sneak out to each other's houses when one of us got bored or something, and we'd always go through the window because it was usually at night, or when we weren't allowed. I thought this was one of those times, but I was wrong. I went over to flip the light on so I could see her better. Once I did, I turned to face her, and I was in shock.

As she stood there, I looked at her face to see that she had a black eye, a slap mark on one cheek, and a long gash on the other. Her face was drenched in tears and runny makeup. I walked up to her, shock and sadness filling me, because I knew the cause.

"Oh, Care…" I said softly. I took her hand in mine, and led her to my bed. I sat her on the edge, then went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. When I came back, I saw her feeling the cut on her cheek and hissing in pain. I walked over and sat down next to her. I grabbed her chin and made her face me. Then, I proceeded to wipe the makeup off her cheeks. Once her face was clear, I took the peroxide and put it on washcloth. I dabbed it onto her cut. She looked at me with a half-smile.

"Th-thanks, Larr." She said. I smiled at her and nodded. Once I was done working on the cut, I looked at her black eye, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"Uh…Care? H-how'd this happen? I mean, I know who it was, but why? I thought you said he wouldn't drink." She frowned, closing her eyes and sighing. I immediately regretted asking. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to…"

"No…it's okay. And, also, he didn't drink."

"What?! Then why'd he do this?!"

"Well, what happened was, when we were talking in the garage…my dad heard us." My eyes widened. What the heck?! Is he, like, always standing out there, listening in or something?! Does he have nothing better to do? I looked at her. "I'm so sorry, Care." She shook her head.

"No, it's not your fault, Larr."

"Well, how'd you get out? Didn't you say he'd kill you if you told anyone?" A proud smirk appeared on her face.

"He tried, but I was too fast for him."

"How'd you do it?"

"Well, here's what happened…"

(Flashback)

(Carrie's POV)

"I-I'm sorry! I won't do it again." A sadistic look spread across his face.

"It's too late for that, you little bitch!" I tried to get his hand to release my shirt, but it was no use. Before I had time to react, he drew his fist back and punched me. I felt that whole side of my face go numb. Then, I felt his hands circle around my neck, and he started choking me. Suddenly, without thinking, I grabbed his arm and bit him, biting down as hard as I could. After a couple seconds, I could taste blood. He grunted and dropped me, which was when I tried to escape. I ran blindly in a random direction, just trying to get away.

When I stopped, I found myself in the kitchen. I went to the knife drawer and reached in, pulling out your average kitchen knife. Better than nothing. I could hear him stomping towards the kitchen, so I ran over to the pantry door, and stepped inside. We have a very large pantry that's kind of like a small hallway. It also has two doors; one connecting it to the kitchen, and one connecting it to the dining room. I figured that when he goes into the kitchen, I could go out the other door. I soundlessly made my way though the pantry until I was right in front of the other door. I waited, and didn't hear anything, so I opened the door.

When I saw that the coast was clear, I bolted from the pantry, not caring if I made any noise. I heard him start coming after me, but I didn't dare look back. I just kept my mind on getting out of this god forsaken house. The door was only a few feet away. Then, I felt something grab the back of my shirt. It surprised me, causing me to drop the knife. I saw him in my peripheral vision, and started kicking and screaming.

"You're not going anywhere!" I heard him yell. Suddenly, I saw his face out of the corner of my eye, and took a chance, bringing my elbow forward, and then back as hard as I could. I heard a crack, and he dropped me. I couldn't react fast enough to catch myself, so I ended up falling and hitting the edge of an end table.

"You broke my nose, you piece of shit!" He yelled, grabbing for me. I got up quickly, despite the pain, and ran to the door. I threw it open, and dashed outside. After running for a couple minutes, I slowed my pace. I looked behind me to see that he had not followed me. I sighed in relief, and felt the pain on my face. I reached up, and felt a cut on my cheek. It must've been from when I hit the table. But I didn't care. I got away. I couldn't help but smile. Not only because of that, but because I was going to one of the few places I felt truly safe: Larry's house.

After a few more minutes of walking, I finally found myself standing in front of the house. His parents were probably asleep, so I went to the side of it. I saw the usual tree and started climbing. As I did, I smiled at all the memories this tree brought me. All the secret playdates when we were younger, all the sneaking out. It was fun.

Finally, I reached the branch closest to his window, and tapped on the glass…

(End of Flashback)

(Larry's POV)

"And that's what happened." I just sat there, shocked. I couldn't believe that he had actually tried to kill her. I couldn't imagine what it must've been like.

"I…I'm sorry, Care. I shouldn't have left you alone." She looked at me and smiled.

"Oh, Larr…" She said, hugging me, causing me to blush. "…it's not your fault." I smiled and hugged her back.

"I'm just glad you're okay…" I told her. She let me go, and a nervous expression crossed her face. "What is it, Care?"

"Uh, I was just wondering…" She paused, and I think I saw her blush slightly. "…could I, uh, spend the night…here?" I froze, hoping she didn't see the 3rd degree blush on my face.

"Uh, s-sure…" I said. She smiled again and, before I knew what was going on, kissed me. On the lips. I was blushing madly, and I know she could see, because she laughed.

"You should see your face!" She laughed. I chuckled lightly and got up.

"Whatever. I'm going to go get a drink." That's the best excuse I had? She nodded, and I left. But once I closed the bedroom door behind me, I smiled bigger than I ever had before. She kissed me. She kissed me. She kissed me! I sighed in complete bliss. Once I was out of lovestruck mode, I went to go get a drink for real.

Once I finished, I went back to my room, only to find Carrie under the covers, sleeping. How'd she fall asleep that fast? I smiled and went over to the side of the bed. Once I was under the covers as well, I turned over and looked at her. She looked so beautiful when she slept. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and leaned in, kissing her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Care…" I said, before falling asleep.


So, now everything's okay.

Or is it...?