How long can a person sleep? Honestly. This girl's been passed out on my bed for the last 4 hours. I ended up even out- napping her. Of course, I couldn't just leave her on the couch, so I gave her my bed instead, though it really wasn't much of an upgrade. She was still breathing and no sign that she got a concussion kept me calm, but still. For all I knew, she could be in a coma right now. Sighing, I placed a stool on the side of my bed as I watched her sleep peacefully. She looked so damn beautiful with that lightly tanned skin and the way her long waves of auburn hair cascaded down her back.

A goddess is officially sleeping on my bed, I concluded.

I couldn't help but stare in awe even more. I felt like such a creep, just sitting there and watching her sleep without her even knowing about it, let alone the fact that I don't even know who the hell this girl is. She's gorgeous, that's a fact. She sleeps like a bear, that's another fact. And she has the cutest sight of drool escaping her thin pink lips… Goddamn. Did I just think drool looked cute? What the hell is happening to me?

But still, I couldn't help but stare even more. I tried doing as much as I could to wake her up. Subtle stuff like walking around as loud as I could, making a huge noises while slamming doors, windows and cabinets. I even started talking to myself really loud. Yeah. Talking to MYSELF. You heard me right.

But still. Nothing. She slept on like a baby.

I sighed getting a bit frustrated as I watched her sleep. I reached out a finger and poked her shoulder, hoping that the small contact would at least work. But instead, I felt something. It was that jolt of energy again. A tingle in my chest as my skin touched hers. I swear to god, I saw her own body shiver, but I couldn't be sure. She still continued to sleep like she had felt nothing at all. I stared at my finger and the tender spot of skin on her shoulder that I had just touched eager to feel that rush again. It was something I've definitely never felt with any other girl before, and trust me, I've been with a number of girls. I don't want to seem like a 'player' or anything, because I wasn't just some jerk who made his way through the whole female school body. Don't get me wrong, I loved girls, but I had some standards too.

But all those girls merely seemed like practice. A way to entertain myself along the way, as jerk- like as that sounds. But hey, I can't help it. I'm a guy.

I leaned forward in my chair just a bit more as I brought my finger to her face. Now, it wasn't exactly because I wanted her to wake up, but rather because I had a slight wanting in the pit of my stomach to feel that rush of energy again. Just as my finger was inches above her cheek, her eyes fluttered open, like WIDE OPEN, and I felt myself fly back in shock. Being that I was the idiot I was, I fell off the chair and dropped face- first onto the (luckily) carpeted ground.

I pushed myself off the ground, completely humiliated and I found her sitting straight up in my bed with a pillow in her hand defensively.

"Woah. Put the pillow down. I'm not here to hurt you." I tried to sound soothing, but I ended up sounding like a complete mumbling retard.

"Who are you?" she shrieked, her eyes wide open. Damn. They were beautiful. They were the same color of the sky as it cleared from a day of complete rain. I tried to look at her lips instead, to keep myself from getting distracted, but even that made me lose control. "What are you staring at?"

Crap. Was I really just staring at her boobs?

I gave myself a hard mental slap and managed to shake my head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just… um… how do I do this? Hm.. Um.."

Goddamn. Why couldn't I get anything out of my mouth?

She seemed a little calmer as she saw how nervous I was. She dropped her 'weapon' on the bed and stared up at me with a challenging gaze. She was definitely a confident one, that's for sure. "What about starting with um, let's see… Telling me who you are, where I am, and WHY I'M IN YOUR BED?" Suddenly, her large gray eyes widened. "Oh my god. We didn't… do anything, right?"

I shook my head a little too quickly, since her little question already started pushing not so appropriate thoughts into my brain. "God no."

"Good," she sighed, though she didn't seem to believe me. She checked to make sure all her clothes were in place before finally looking satisfied. "Next question, who are you?"

"I'm Nick. Nick Grey. But call me Nick. Not Nicholas. Just Nick. No stupid nicknames either," I rambled on.

"Wow. That was specific. I'm guessing you don't like nicknames… Nicky…" she smirked. This one was a tease. Definitely, I concluded with a smirk back.

"No. I don't," I replied stiffly, but I couldn't help but like the way my name had rolled off her tongue. Nicky. It did have a slight ring to it. She kept on staring at me with this intense look in her eyes, and I rubbed the back of my neck uncomfortably. Was she checking me out? "Next question?" I coughed awkwardly, breaking her stare.

She shook her head as if she had woken up from a dream (as if she didn't already have enough sleep). "Right. Next question, Where am I?"

"Samson."

"Thanks. That sure helped," she spit back sarcastically. Okay. This girl was kind of ticking me off.

"Samson, New Jersey," I answered back just as cockily.

"I still don't know where that is."

"Obviously, in NEW JERSEY," I said extra slowly.

She rolled her eyes in an adorable way that swiped all hints of annoyance from my mind. "I'm not stupid. I knew where New Jersey is, but how did I get here?"

I shrugged. "Don't ask me."

Just when I thought she'd come back with another one of her sarcastic side comments, her next question shocked me. "I don't remember anything… I don't remember anything…" she whispered to herself. She dropped her head in her hands and she just kept shaking and shaking. I stepped forward awkwardly.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"DO I LOOK OKAY?"

I stared at her deep gray eyes, confused. "Um, Is this a trick question?"

"I can't remember anything," she screamed. "Why can't I remember anything?"

Her freak- out was causing me to freak out. "I don't know. You kind of hit your head when I found you… Maybe that's why…"

"You think?" she sneered sarcastically. Even in the middle of a freak- outs she still never lost that touch of pure sarcasm. Interesting. "And can you explain to me how I managed to hit my head?"

I swallowed a building lump in my throat and shrugged. I rather not go into detail about what happened to her. From what I could tell, she had about enough to worry about. "You um, kinda fell in some sorta way."

Crap. I sucked at this lying thing.

Luckily, the girl seemed to be freaking out too much to even notice my stupidity. "God. I can't even remember my name! HOW CAN YOU FORGET YOUR OWN NAME?"

"Um, I think you should calm down!"

She stopped shaking and stared at me with those goddamn eyes again. "I think we both should calm down…"

I looked down and noticed how quick my own breathing was. This whole situation was getting to my head. I didn't ask for this. All I wanted was for a quick nap and maybe a lucky find of change somewhere in my drawers to get a burger for dinner. I never wanted this. Some memory- wiped lady who's going crazy in my own bed. This was all giving me a damn head- ache.

"Can we talk about this outside? In the living room?" I rubbed the side of my head with my thumb, grumbling as a migraine began to grow. She seemed hesitant, but finally she nodded and jumped off my bed.

"Before we go, can I ask my last question and ask what I was doing in your bed?"

God. She wouldn't shut up for a second. "Because you were passed out and I didn't want you to wake up in a piece of trash I sadly call a couch outside. Happy?"

Her eyes widened in shock and first once she said nothing. I smirked feeling accomplished as I led her out of the room. She had the lightest footsteps that I kept having to turn around to make sure she was still there. And let me tell you, every time I turned around and saw this auburn- haired girl walking inches behind me, I kind of just stood there and stared. It was hard not to. It's been awhile since I've actually had a livng and breathing (let alone extremely attractive) girl over in my apartment. The only ones left in this goddamn town were either whores, married, or in a freaking retirement home.

"So what was your name again?" she asked suddenly polite. I raised an eyebrow at her switch of moods but she just stared back silently. Fine then.

"Nick Grey."

"And you live here?"

"Nah. I just didn't feel like walking all the way back home, so I broke into this house and decided to just drop you off here." Her eyes must have grown at least a couple inches as her mouth flew open. "I'm joking," I chuckled easily. This girl must have gotten hit on the head pretty bad.

"Oh," she mumbled nervously. Did she have ANY sense of humor? She toyed with the end of her hair, as she attempted to straighten it, though it looked pretty damn straight enough to me. "Do you think I should go to the hospital or something?"

I shrugged my shoulders easily. This was the one question I had been dreading since the moment she woke up. They would only question me on how I found her, and then they'll figure out about the gang involvance, and then Tyler would hunt me out, kick my ass and shove it down my throat. No big deal. Psh. No big deal at all.

"You'll have to wait until after the weekend. The next hospital is a town away, and our town clinic is closed on weekends." Technically, it wasn't all lies. I mean, the town clinic was closed on weekends, but the truth was, if the circumstances were different (AKA safer), I would have just drove her down to the other town in a minute. "Plus, maybe you'll gain back your memory by then."

"Maybe," she bit her lip nervously. God, she had beautiful lips. They curved at the ends making it seem like she was smiling even when her eyes said she was doing anything but that. Kinda like at this moment. "But what am I going to do til then? I don't even know who I am. Where am I going to go?"

I sighed a deep exhale, and I knew this question would come out sooner or later. "You can stay here until you figure everything out."

"I couldn't," she shook her head with a sort of pride. "You've already done enough for me."

I sighed again, knowing that this wasn't going to be easy. "Okay. Look. You don't have to act all modest and stuff like that. It's just a waste of both of our times. Life sucks sometimes. I know that. Trust me, I know that way too well, but just take the offer. It's not going to be permanent anyway, and I have no problem with it. Just keep out of my business, and I'll keep out of yours. Okay?"

She seemed a bit shocked at my forwardness, but she didn''t show it too well. "As nice as you made that sound," she sneered sarcastically. "I really can't give you any more trouble. I think I can figure everything out from here."

She stood up, and I stood up just as quickly stopping her with hands. "I'm just saying, but it's either me or Greg down the street. I doubt he has anymore space in his cardboard box either. I think you have better chances down at this dump I call home."

She pushed me away and flashed me a sneer. "Like I said, I can figure everything out from here."

Goddamn, this girl was stubborn. I ran my hands threw my mess of curls exasperated at her refusal. If she didn't make everything so damn complicated, I would have felt sorry for her. I might have even sounded just a bit nicer if she actually made an effort of being nicer back. But no. She just had to come in here and start screaming in my face, in my OWN house… Okay. Well it's technically not mine, since I can barely pay rent, but you get the picture. Not to mention, that I was kind of embarrassed that this girl was rejecting me right in front of my damn face.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time? Do you have any idea about how frustrating and ANNOYING you are?" I threw my hands up with exaggeration.

Her face burned up from my sudden outburst. "Hm. I don't know. Why AM I so annoying?" she sneered. God, this girl just couldn't drop the sarcasm for a minute. "Well, why do you have to be an asshole all the time?"

"Because I want to!"

"That's not even an answer."

That really got to me. No girl, let alone stranger who I had the decency to take care of and shelter would talk to me like this in my own house. I glared at her with all the anger and hate I could gather up and gave her the clear message that was probably blaring through my eyes. Surprisingly, she seemed to get the message loud and clear as she huffed away and slammed the door behind her.

For some reason, I felt my heart drop the moment the door closed shut. Though she had only been here for a few hours, the small apartment already looked smaller and lonelier than usual. Good riddance, I mumbled to myself, but I still had a hint of doubt pushing through the barricades of my mind. What the hell was wrong with me? I only knew the girl for like 5 minutes, and I … I actually missed her?

Maybe she wasn't the only one who needed to get her head checked.

Grumbling a few more curse words which were slowly becoming my daily vocabulary, I stumbled into my bed and finally collapsed on the soft mattress with a loud THUMP. There was something strange about my bed. Something eerily different. It smelled… how do I put this… GOOD. It was a hint of melons and vanilla, and something else that I couldn't quite hint.

Finally, realization swept over me. Goddamn. It smelled like her! And I kind of liked it… I buried my face into the pillow, though I felt like a complete creep once again. Sniffing a pillow? Seriously? What has the world come to? But I still couldn't get enough of it. It was the best thing I've smelled in a whole while, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit more of ease as my senses were filled with the smell; filled with her.

Just when I thought I was about to lose myself into bliss unconsciousness, the harsh ringing and damn annoying sound of the doorbell blared into my ears. I shot up in bed quickly, my eyes already wide open. I jumped out of bed and sadly unclenched the pillow out of my fingers. What if it was Tyler? What if he found out I just let her loose with all her memories still locked in place (though I doubt she could tell anyone anything now). Maybe he was here for her… Maybe he was here for me.

I honestly let the thought of running into my bedroom and hiding under the bed pass through my head. Maybe if I waited there for a couple of hours, heck even a couple of days, they'd go away. That'd probably work… Right?

But as if answering my question, the doorbell kept ringing and ringing as the person outside didn't seem to have a hint of patience inside of him/her. Soon the doorbell turned into heavy knocking, and then vice versa, over and over again until my mind was about to burst open and strangle them. I threw open the door. "WHAT?"

My mouth snapped shut as I saw the gray eyed girl staring at me with wide eyes and her hand up in a mid- knock. For some reason, the moment I saw her, all anger subsided a form of relief took it's place. I didn't need to ask her why she was here. I could tell from this look in her eyes that she didn't really want to talk about it. Her hair, her clothes, everything was soaked. I didn't even know it was raining. I peeked outside and saw the sun was still out.

I opened my mouth to ask, but she gave me a warning look that just shut me up again. I walked to the side and let her walk in. We didn't say anything to each other as she slowly made her way into my room, dripping water everywhere on the floor. I knew I should have been pissed since cleaning was probably one of the things I hated to do the most (Taking one look at my apartment would justify that), and not to mention this girl comes back with no explanation at all. But no. Do I give a damn? Nope. Not even close. Instead, I find myself opening my mouth and saying, "There are towels and some clothes in the cabinets to the right. I don't wear them that much anymore, so I guess you can change into them if you want."

Miraculously, her lips twisted into a half- smile that made her face light up even 5x times more than it already was. You never really understand how a person looks until you see them smile. And let me tell you that when this girl smiled right here, I felt like the room looked just a little bit brighter. I couldn't even tell what else was around me or the fact that my room was basically now a pool from all the dripping water. All I could see were the small straight white line of teeth that barely escaped the borders of her thin pink lips. Even her eyes smiled with her, I realized in awe.

Just as she was about to walk inside the room to change, she peeked her soaked head back outside to look at me. "And you were wrong."

What the hell was this girl talking about? Maybe I should bring her to the hospital...

"About what?"

"Gregg from down the street did have room in his cardboard box."

I raised an eyebrow kind of amused. The guy from down the street had been living in my alley for about 4 years now. He has this huge cardboard box which he spends all his time in. It had been a box for a 62 inch flat screen TV, and the minute it was thrown into the dumpster, the guy's face lit up like it was damn Christmas. He made a big fuss of bringing his stuff (which were basically a ripped up wool blanket and a radio he had rummaged up from the dumpster) and transferring it all to his new home. Though he never had a dime in his life, the poor guy could never go out without a huge damn big rotten toothed smile slapped right across his face. He was kind of scrambled in the mind, but hey, he was pretty damn interesting when you talked to him. He was the kind of person who knew so many random facts, that by the time you walk away, you feel like you've learned more than out of a history class. Not that I talk to homeless people a lot. It just kind of happens.

"He asked me to join him," she shuddered slightly. I had to bite back a huge laugh as I watched her face grow from disgusted to horrified.

"Oh. Is that right? What else did he say?"

"He said something about wanting to do the nasty with me. What does that even mean?"

This time, I couldn't help but break into a hard and loud laugh. I would have fallen on the floor if it weren't for her glaring and completely oblivious eyes watching me.

"What's so funny? What did it mean?"

Goddamn .This girl must have been born and raised in a freaking church. I just kept my mouth shut and shrugged as I held back another wave of laughter. "I'll tell you one day," I smirked.

For a second, she got that look in her face again, like she was just going to argue with me once again. Another fact I've noticed about her. This girl HAD to get her way, or things would get ugly. Not to mention, she was probably one of the most stubborn people I've met, and I've only technically know her for a few minutes (not counting the hours I had spent stalki… I mean, supervising her in her sleep.)

But luckily, God found a reason to spare me as her face relaxed and she slipped into my room to dry up. The thought of a girl as attractive as that one dressing up in my room, MY OWN BEDROOM WHERE I SLEEP, flooded my mind with some not so appropriate thoughts once again. Let's just say my mother wouldn't be so proud if she saw what was going on in my head, not to mention I'd probably get smacked in the face if she even got a glimpse. All I could imagine were those long legs, and those lean hips, and—

"Oh, and Nick," she peeped her head out once again from the door. I snapped around quickly, my face burning with embarrassment. Thank god thoughts were meant for the privacy of our own minds. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be living and breathing right now if they weren't. Let's just say I have a very 'creative imagination'. I can't help it. I am a guy after all. What else did we think about? Well, things that were important.

"Yeah?" I squeaked out a little too quickly. Good going, Nick. Good going.

"I just wanted to say thank you. For what you're doing for me. Not a lot of people would do this."

I tried to act completely casual, pretending like my heart wasn't slamming inside of my chest, though it was. All I managed to do was simply nod. I was never this nervous around girls. In high school, the ways of females had been the one class I actually paid attention to and EXCELLED in. Yes. My parents were very proud. (Note the sarcasm, ladies and gentlemen.) I was always completely comfortable with them. I always knew what I was going to say, what I was going to do. I've never encountered anything even close to this when I couldn't even bother to open my mouth to say a word, let alone move my body. This girl was messing with my mind.

"Um, no problem… What should I call you before you figure out your name? I'm not really comfortable calling you GIRL or YOU or IT, you know?"

"True. What about Rebecca? I've always wanted to be a Rebecca," she smirked.

I shook my head. "NO."

Her face fell instantly. "Why not?"

See. I would go into detail about my grudge with the name Rebecca, but then that would just take about more than half this story. Let's just say that she was a girl who I probably should never have hooked up with. She was also a girl who could never let go of a damn grudge. Some of her recent works in high school: thrashing my car, breaking and entering into my locker, putting shaving cream in my shampoo, and more unmentionables that I rather not remember right now. I heard she even stayed in this damn town so she could think of other ways to torment me. Yay.

"Let's just name you Sally."

"Sally? … And you find Rebecca a horrible name. Wow."

"Hey! I once had a pet fish named Sally. Don't judge."

"So I remind you of your pet fish."

"No, but it's not that bad a name. You don't have to be so damn pushy about it."

"Pushy? It's MY name. Or at least temporary name. Don't you think I should have some, or um, ALL say in this?"

Here we go again. "We're doing it again."

Her face was flushed, but she looked like she was calming down. "Doing what?"

"Fighting for no reason," I sighed.

She bit her think pink lips before nodding. "Sorry. I get kind of carried away."

"I've noticed." I snapped my mouth quickly. Sometimes my own big mouth can piss me off. But surprisingly, the girl only smiled a bit more.

"You can call me Sally, if you really want. I don't mind."

"No. It's fine. You can be Rebecca if you really want. I might cringe everytime I say it, but just ignore that. It's a reflex."

For a moment, she looked like she was about to laugh, and I felt something light up in my chest as I watched this girl's face light up like a freaking lamp. She looked like she was literally glowing.

"What about we just mix it up. Sallybecca?"

I laughed out loud the minute the name rolled off her tongue. Sallybecca? Did she really want to carry that name around? Hey, guys. This is Sallybecca. It sounds like some endangered marine species, or some spread you put on toast. Goddamn. I wasn't going to put this girl in misery. "What about we just avoid names for now. Good enough?"

She sighed as if relieved herself. "I'm good with that."

For a few minutes, we just stood there looking at each other up and down. I took that moment to take in every detail about her. From her long waves of auburn hair, the color of leaves in the fall, that fell down to the base of her back, to her lean and curvy hips, and finally to her long long long long legs. Yes. I had to repeat the word long 4 times. I hope you now vaguely understand the image of the girl standing in front of me. Why I say vaguely? Because there most probably won't ever be a word let alone description that could truly describe this girl. She truly was indescribable.

"I guess I should probably change now. After that, I'll probably just take a nap for the rest of the day," she yawned like she was truly tired. Damn. Like this girl didn't get enough sleep. "Goodnight, Nick Grey," she smiled slowly, and I felt that jolt of energy pass through me again as her gray eyes met mine.

"Goodnight, person," I smiled back. She let out a small laugh before slipping back into the room. Even as I watched the door close shut, that small memory of her laugh seemed to echo and echo over and over again in my mind. It sounded like a thousand little bells ringing at once. I felt that yearning in the pit of my stomach again as I lingered in front of the door for just a few more seconds, hoping that she would come out and laugh again... I shook my head quickly, and took a step back before taking another and another. Before I knew it, I had escaped out of the front door and was already making my way down the street. But no matter how far I went, no matter how far away I was from her, the fresh memory of that laugh and smile was still right there.

I was losing it. Nick Grey was definitely losing it.