C H A P T E R 4

It was five thirty in the morning when her alarm goes off as well as her alarm on her phone. She had set two alarms last night because she knows how much of a deep sleeper she is. She bolts up into a sitting position, immediately cursing to herself when she feels her head pounding loudly in her ears.

She turns to her clock and brutally hits it off with a loud 'BANG' unintentionally waking up her friend that was currently sleeping on the floor, his body tangled up in a thick blue navy blanket.

Last night he had been complaining that she had the air conditioner like she lived in Alaska; she had replied with a simple shrug and had thrown him the same heavy blanket at his face pushing him to the ground by the impact.

She looks down at her friend while he protests about it being too early to wake up. Saying "The freaking sun is not even up yet! It should be illegal to wake up this early!" she nods her head in agreement as she rubs her weary, tired, eyes.

She stifles a yawn as she stiffly stands up from the comfort of her bed and warm, soft, blankets.

Her friend just lays back down with a huff as he closes his eyes sleep almost taking over him. His friend notices this and throws a pillow at his direction hitting him square on his face.

She walks up to him when he doesn't even move a centimeter; she squats down to his level and shouts in his ear with all her might "WAKE UP!" he screams from the scare and springs up in less than a second; clutching his heart as he huffed and puffed, eyes wide. He glares at her and pushes a pillow at her face.

"Stella, seriously! It's too early!" he shouts as he runs his hand through his messing dark hair. She laughs halfheartedly as she gets up and walks her way into the bathroom.

With a loud shut from the door she turns and looks at her reflection in the mirror. She looks like mess; her hair was sticking out in different directions even if she had put it in a loose braid last night it still managed to turn for the worst.

Her eyes are bloodshot red with dark bags under them. That would be from the lack of sleep she received last night. Almost all night she couldn't manage to fall sleep; she would twist and turn under her blankets and groan softly from the annoyance and tiredness she was feeling. She would feel cold for a moment then feel like she was in the hottest climates of the world! And she can't explain why.

She closes her eyes and with a sigh she turns the faucet on and splashes icy cold water on her face waking her fully up. She finishes her regular routine in the bathroom making sure to put some concealer under her weary eyes and light make up almost natural looking, and walks out.

She heads to her closet and picks something out. Nothing special. She makes sure all her luggage and items are ready and that nothing is missing. She snaps her fingers almost forgetting her most important and special possession. She walks to her closet and pulls out her guitar that was in her guitar case. She smiles to herself and with one final look at her now clean room she shuts the door behind her and walks outside where she meets Erik starting up his car.

"Yes, yes we should be arriving around one-ish! Yes, we'll be careful!" Erik grumbles through his phone. He was talking to his mother who had called him three times around six a.m. and he was just now returning her call.

Stella is sitting next to him stifling many chuckles and giggles at how over-protective his mom is. It is almost time for their plane to be arriving and she is waiting anxiously. Before Erik got on the phone with his mother she had been talking his ear off.

She kept on speaking rapidly about the most random things while shaking her left leg in anticipation which meant she was nervous. Okay, she is beyond nervous and thought of backing out and just telling Mo that she couldn't make it.

But then she had been reminded that her friend Erik here would ask her billions of questions just like he did yesterday and she really wants to keep both of her ears.

"Okay, okay, bye mom!" with that he quickly hangs up and slouches back on his seat with an annoyed huff. "Dude, your mom is way too over-protective." Stella snickers next to him.

He shoots her a glare "You have no freaking idea."

They fasten their seat belts as the plane starts getting ready for take off. Stella reaches down to her purse and pulls out a pack of gum. She stuffs a watermelon flavored gum in her mouth and offers one to Erik.

"You're going to need this." He generously takes it as he too stuffs it in his mouth as he starts to feel the pressure of the plane start to take off. Stella looks out the window which she is sitting next to (she had 'convinced' Erik on letting her sit there) and sighs as she begins to see New York become smaller, and smaller with each passing second they flew higher.

She loves looking down at the water where she could see the light of the sun reflect the waves. Whenever she couldn't sleep she would get up really early and look out her window watching the sun rise slowly behind the waters. Watching the glassy water how it sparkles against the brilliant shine of the sun.

Watching this would always relax her in ways she couldn't explain, but unfortunately for her it isn't working well today.

She has been nervous and restless all morning; her heart is pounding loudly in her ears, she feels her legs grow numb and weak, she feels dizzy, and she couldn't explain why.

She never is this nervous, in fact she barely ever gets nervous, so this is something completely new to her and she doesn't like it. She starts drumming her fingers against the window to an old song she used to sing to a lot after that night.

It was probably the best night ever before she left three years ago.

It was senior prom night and everyone who was a senior in Mesa high was going; everyone but Stella. "Stella, you have to go!" cried Mo; they were sitting crisscrossed on Mo's bed while Olivia was on the floor playing with Mo's Maltese puppy that Scott had bought her for their anniversary.

"Mo, I told already I'm not going!" hissed Stella. She didn't get the point of going to prom; to her it was just like any other dance, she didn't see the importance in it.

"But why not?" Mo whined shaking her shoulder.

Stella rolled her eyes in an annoyed manner as she pretended to be examining her nails. "I really need to cut my nails." Stella mumbled purposely ignoring Mo's desperate question.

"Stella! Stop avoiding my dang question!" shrieked Mo gaining the attention from her small puppy as it started barking loudly. Stella covered her ears and sent a glare towards Mo as in telling her to shut him up. Mo annoyed; ignored Stella's request and said:

"You know what? You're going to prom tonight even if I have to drag you by the ear!"

Mo stood up and grabbed Stella's arm pulling her into her walking closet. "Mo! Let me go! OW!" Stella hissed and then groaned as she tried her hardest to get out of the petite girl's grasp.

"No! You are going to prom and that's final!" Mo bossed as she shut the door to her closet. "Last time I checked you weren't my mother!" Mo rolls her eyes and throws a dress at Stella and says "You're wearing this."

Stella held the dress up "Um I don't do dresses. And you know about my no ruffles policy or any dresses AT ALL!" Stella shrieked giving a look at Mo that could be only identified as disgust with a mixture of disappointment that her best friend by now hadn't gotten that she HATES with a capital 'H', huge emphasis, HATES dresses!

"Well tonight your wearing that dress and I don't care about your damn policy!" she said with finality in her voice as she told Stella to try on that dress because they had only two hours to make her look absolutely gorgeous! And Mo secretly hoped that Stella will maybe attract the attention of some hot guys tonight.

Stella had sneered at her, but agreed when Mo threatened to break her most valuable guitar. You could never make her do anything she didn't want to do, but if you told her you were going to destroy her 'Baby' she would either have you hung or reluctantly agree. And in this case Mo ended up in luck.

Stella examined her dress and sighed. "How the hell did she drag me into this?" she felt like ripping the dress in teeny tiny shreds and then burning them in her fireplace, but instead took off her outer clothes and put on the black colored dress on; her facial expression showed as if she was being tortured by a medieval dragon or something dangerously diabolical.

Two hours later Stella Yamada, THE Stella Yamada, as in the one with the no dresses policy, the one who has never ever in her life worn a dress not even for a freaking wedding, found herself standing in front of Mo's mirror looking at her reflection with a death glare, if looks could kill... Well that wouldn't be very pretty...

She was dressed in a sweetheart short black prom dress. It went a few inches above her knees the dress puffed out a little and hugged her waist perfectly, she wore gold three inch strappy heels and her hair was let loose with soft loose curls (courtesy of Olivia).

Her make up consisted of light pink blush and smoky dark eye shadow and mascara, with blood red lip gloss.

To anyone's eyes she looked absolutely stunningly gorgeous, but in her eyes she looked like Jules and Patty threw up all over her.

"Oh my gosh Stella, you look absolutely gorgeous!" cried Mo from behind, hands clasped to her heart as she examined her best friend up and down; admiring her and Olivia's well done work.

Stella growled at her whipping her head towards her, fixing her with her most venomous glare "I feel like a damn Barbie doll!" Mo rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her hips "Shut up, you look amazing! Now come on the guys are waiting down stairs."

Stella's eyes widen. There was no why in hell were the guys going to see her dressed like this! She would rather die then go face them right now or at ALL in this attire.

"Oh hell no! There is no way I'm going out there!" Stella yelled backing up and making a run towards Mo's bathroom almost succeeded with locking it before Mo with her unfortunate strength busted it open and grabbed Stella's arm dragging her near the steps.

"No! No! Mo... Let. Me. GO!" Stella yelled struggling to get back into the safety of Mohini's room to maybe to hide under the bed or something or really anything to escape this terrible predicament.

Olivia from down stairs heard the commotion and knew that Stella was coming down, so she cleared her throat winning the attention from the guys who were chitchatted amongst themselves.

She stood in the middle of the living room with her hands clasped behind her back "Now presenting the beautiful and talented STELLA YAMDA!" Olivia shouted out, immediately all eyes were by the stairs where Stella and Mo were walking down from; Mo with an impeccable grip on Stella's arm in case she felt like making a run for it... again.

The whole room went dead silent besides the gasps that had escaped from the three stunned guys' lips. Stella Yamada in a dress? That's impossible! How did they even drag her into it? Were they dreaming? Did they somehow get stuck in a parallel universe? These were the thoughts that ran through the guys' minds; all the guys except for one.

This one was beyond shocked and amazed at how beautiful she looked and how they managed to get her into that dress without them ending up dead or severely injured.

She looked absolutely gorgeous; of course he always thinks that she looks gorgeous even in a pony tail and sweats but tonight... Wow... She took his breath away.

Stella walked to him with a small blush on her face because she knew what he was thinking about; like seriously come on it wasn't that hard he was gaping at her with wide eyes. "You look beautiful." He whispered to her once he regains his composure.

Her blush grew all the more as she punched his arm "You don't look half bad yourself, Charles." She replied coolly as a cover up for how she was feeling at the moment.

And damn was that no lie; he looked amazing in his royal button down shirt and black skinny tie with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his black dress pants. He laughed in gratitude as the band made their way to the limo Scott had managed to get his dad to rent.

She was bored out of her mind! Mo and Olivia decided to ditch her twenty minutes into this thing when they heard a slow 'sweet romantic' song start to play. They had grabbed their boyfriends' arms tugging them to the dance floor.

She knew she wasn't going to enjoy this one bit! She had told Mo that, but of course she hadn't listen saying that it's going to be 'great the best night of your life!' Oh yeah she was so on point! Definitely the best night of her life! Ha!

She was alone sitting at a table drumming her fingers on the table mindlessly. Charlie had been sitting here earlier to 'keep her company', but she knew he was just trying to find a way to ask her to dance. It was pretty easy to guess, he was stuttering a lot and seemed to be deep in thought and couldn't take his eyes off her.

Normally that would bother her when someone would stare at her like that, but for some reason with Charlie it was actually really satisfying.

But anyways, he had been sitting here with her until a girl came up to him and asked him to dance with her. She seemed really nervous as she kept on stuttering and almost lost all her courage, but Charlie being the sweetest guy in the band just gave her a genuine smile and agreed to the offer.

She groaned and landed her head on the table in complete boredom. She thought of taking up on the offer of some of the guys that had been taken by her and asked her to dance just to pass the time, but decided against it when she realized they were all douches.

Hell she couldn't even believe that Ray was one of those guys. Yup that's right he had asked her to dance. He had been impressed by her sudden 'smoking hot' appearance and walked up to her with his confident smile and jerky attitude.

She stared at him blasé and laughed at his face and told him off, practically embarrassing him in front of the whole 12th grade. That was probably the only 'excitement' she was getting tonight.

Gosh, guys are so shallow. She thought. They see a pretty face they run after her like a dog chasing after a cat, they don't stop until they succeed and once they catch up to you they leave you for something better. Idiots.

It seemed like an eternity as she sat down bored out of her mind; she decides to go grab some punch to pass the time. She stands up almost falling in the process thanks to the stupid heels Mo made her where.

She slowly walks to the punch table; wincing at the pain stinging her feet. "Stupid heels!" she mutters as she reaches the table and looks down at the punch bowl. Alright that does not look sanitary.

What is that? The punch, if you can even call it that, looked pretty lumpy and just plain disgusting. Jees she couldn't even get a lousy cup of punch. She leans against the table with an unreadable look on her face.

"Having a good time?" someone asks behind her, startling her. She rolls her eyes and turns to face the person "As if. Proms are stupid." she says bluntly. He stands in front of her with a smile "Why? Is Stella Yamada mad that no one's asked her to dance?"

She smirks "I'll have you know many of guys asked me to dance, but they are all retarded idiots." She sighs again as she sees from the corner of her eye her friends sitting back down in their designated table laughing at Wen because of something he said wrong.

"Huh, well are you sure all of them are?" he asks. She looks thoughtful for a moment before looking at him with a straight face "Yup, I'm pretty sure." He chuckles and grabs her arm.

"Okay, do you want to dance with me? Or will you turn me down because I'm an idiot?" he asks with such confidence that she was surprised. Wow who'd thought he had it in him?

"Depends, are you a good dancer?" he shrugs "You tell me." he replies coolly. Her eyes go wide at his reply. Did something happen to the old him? Did aliens abduct his body and replaced it with someone that looked exactly like him, but truly wasn't? O my God did Danny Phantom take over him!

Okay the last two might have been a little too over board, but she was shocked he must have practiced saying though's lines over and over or something. She hears the music and notices that it wasn't slow or super fast so she was safe. She gives him a slight smirk as she takes his hand.

"Okay Delgado, show me what you got!" she says as she pulls him over to the dance floor, he chuckles at her enthusiasm while he feels like his heart was soaring through the clouds. The girl he loves is going to dance with him! How could he not feel this way?

She grins up at him as she places her hands firmly on his broad shoulders as he snakes his arms around her waist. He himself was shocked. Did he really just ask her to dance with him without even stuttering once? Whoa.

I don't know what to do here, can't get my eyes of you dear

Everything you do is amazing, and I'm just saying

You're so beautiful in every way

Could you please just stay?

Wow isn't this ironic? He thought. It was exactly how he felt about her. He twirls her around to the tempo of the music and brings her back to him. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest and he was afraid that she could hear it.

I'm just saying what is realand I'm just saying how I feel
When I'm with you I'm on top of the world, could you be my girl?

I get the chills on a warm summers day and when I'm with you
you take my breathe away

Walk with me, talk with me, and stay with me,
and when they drop the beat
dance with me

She could feel her cheeks get hot as she listens to the lyrics of the song. This song was way too alike to them, it was kind of scary. She shakes it off saying to herself that it is a mere coincidence and continues to dance with him giving him smiles here and there.

I get nervous when I'm talking to you, but on the dance floor

You know I can come through

I know I can lay it down listen to the sound

Baby let your body hit the ground, let your body hit the ground

"Huh, not bad Delgado." She states as he pulls her up from dipping her. "Why thank you, Yamada." He laughs. It's amazing how his eyes sparkle when he laughs and God that smile- Wait stop thinking that! She tells herself shaking the thoughts quickly away.

He is your friend; you don't daydream about your friend! While she was thinking this he was thinking to himself as well. Stop daydreaming about her! She told you she doesn't feel the same multiple of times!

He rolls his eyes and tries to stay focused on one thing, and that's dancing with her. They start moving around the dance floor with a certain flare that catches most of the teens' attention as they start gathering around them watching dance.

"Well this isn't embarrassing at all." Stella says looking at the crowd then back at him with a devious smile. They wanted a show? Okay. He understood her smile and they started doing simple moves, but they made it looked as if they were professionals.

People start cheering and in the back Ray has a scowl on his face angry that he didn't get Stella, but Charlie did. Seriously she picks Charlie when she could have him? He thought.

Well I've danced before with other girls, but not like this
I've moved to the rhythm a thousand timesbut not like this

This is the differenceyou're the one I'm missing
Just give me a try
I'll show you why...

They grin to each other as they dance a few more different steps before he twirls her once again and brings her close to him wrapping his arms securely around her waist.

The crowd starts clapping to the beat as some grab a partner and start dancing as well.

"When I'm with you I'm on top of the world could you be my girl." He sang playfully at her, but even if he was kidding around he knew he meant it.

"Why Charles I'm flattered!" she says in mock fashion as she grins up at him and he starts chuckling. They're quiet for a few moments until she feels she should say something and blurts out the most random thing. "Can penguins dance?"

He gives a look that says 'What? Are you okay' but his reply was: "Of course they can! Haven't you seen happy feet?" she starts laughing at his reply. She has no idea why she brought that topic up, but they then start debating if they truly can dance are not.

The whole night they basically stayed on the dance floor dancing and laughing to whatever song would pop up and they didn't care, and she had seemed to forget that her feet were once killing her. She really could care less as her and Charlie probably looked pretty retarded making up their own dance moves.

And then just about all the seniors by looking at how much fun they were having all joined in and had a few dance-offs. It was actually pretty hilarious watching Scott and Wen take it on and dance against each other. They were both surprisingly great dancers.

Stella and Charlie were dancing to a hip hop song with random moves in it when someone walked up to them with a camera in hand "Can I take your picture for the yearbook?" he had asked timidly.

Stella grinned and nodded, she wrapped one arm around Charlie's waist and he threw his arm over her shoulder, they both looked at the camera with an overly happy grin. She had asked for a copy of the picture and once she received it she thought it was the best picture they had ever taken together.

She frowns at the memory. It was an amazing night, she remembers that picture. In fact she still has it whenever she can't stop thinking about him and has to desperately see his face again.

That had been the last picture they both had taken together before she had left about four months later. Huh, she remembers back then how she thought her and Charlie would never be apart. They used to be stuck like glue; they had been the best of friends.

It's amazing how life can change in a blink of an eye; how your world can twist in such a way… that it was… she just couldn't explain. She closes her eyes as the memory of him floods in.

Gosh she is such an idiot! She made the worst mistake of her life! She knew she was going regret it one day, but some part of her wished she wouldn't. So she wouldn't have to feel exactly like she did now.

Thanks to her stupidity she lost him, she could of probably had him now; in her arms. What had been going through her mind then? She feels tears of frustration waiting to bust out, but she didn't let them.

It was time to move on, as in forget about him. He was getting married, that's it she made a decision, it turned for the worst and now it's too late. So she might as well forget. She was going to Arizona; plan this wedding with Mo and leave. She wasn't going to dwell on the feelings. She wouldn't let herself; she couldn't.

There was no point in dwelling if she was the only one who felt them… right? Nope, absolute no point. She runs her fingers through her hair and says "I can do this." She repeats it over and over. Her eyes feel heavy as she waits for sleep to take over.

"Stella. Stella! Wake up!" Erik voice filled the plane as he shook his best friend trying to wake her up, but she wouldn't budge. "Stella." He tries again, but still nothing. O my gosh, she needs to wake up!

"STELLA!" he screams in her ear. Her eyes open quickly but she closes them just as fast has the light from the window seeps in. "No, it burns." She mumbled covering her eyes with her right hand.

"Stells we are here. Time to wake up!" at those words she seems to have come back to reality as she sits up right and rubs her eyes. "Where are we?" he rolls his eyes. Did she really forget? Jeez. "In Arizona." He says slowly.

"Ooh. Right." she grumbles, she truly had hoped that it was all just a dream that she really was in her room right now sleeping in the comfort of her bed. She stands up slowly stretching her arms up into the air.

Well time for some reality.

Mo was waiting in the airport anxiously. Any moment her best friend would be coming down from the escalators and she will attack her with the biggest hug in the world. Mo was feeling really giddy inside she kept on bouncing on her toes.

"Any moment now…" she mumbles to herself watching the escalators like a cat watches a dove pick through the grass to see if she sees a familiar face. She grasps his hand with such strength that it makes him hiss.

"Mo, relax!" he says releasing himself from her grip shaking off his hand. Sure he too was anxious, but for different reasons.

She turns silent while trying to fight back the urge to jump again. He was ready to let out a sigh of relief before he hears her shriek in excitement which makes him jump from surprise.

She rushes up to the escalators as she sees Stella take her last step until she is on solid ground. Mo, as she said she would, tackles her in a bear hug and Stella hugs back with same enthusiasm. He crosses his arms across his broad chest as he stays behind the scenes watching the exchange between the two friends.

He sees her smile when they pull away and his heart clenches, that smile could have been for him. But it wasn't, it would never be. Why would it be? They haven't spoken in years after that night; he was left confused and heartbroken so why would he have bothered to call her. She must have not wanted him to. She left, but she told him she loved him, then why did she leave?

He hated at how much he thought about her, he hated how she left without much of an explanation as to why, he hated that she told him she loved him when she must have not meant it. He hated so much of the things she did to him and made him feel that night, but he just couldn't come to hate her.

"I've missed you so much!" Mo says after releasing her friend out of a death grip. Stella sighs with a smile "Yeah me too." Stella notices that Erik isn't next to her "Hey where's-" "Stella!" Erik shouts behind her. She jumps a little and turns to face him "Oh there you are Erik!"

Mo's eyes spark with excitement "Ooh so this is Erik?" Erik and Stella give each other a weird look then they look back at Mo "Why do you say it like that?" she asks setting her luggage down still looking at her friend with skeptical look. Mo shrugs "Well he was the one you mentioned yesterday, right?"

Stella realizes what she meant and nods then shakes her head "Oh, oh god no! Erik and I are just friends." She clarifies trying her best to be clear enough, because she knew Mo and she knew that she loved matching people up and she definitely didn't want to get matched up with Erik, he is like her brother and Erik feels the same. Erik nods in agreement as he lets out a hand to Mo. She smiles at him and shakes his hand.

"Hi, I'm Mohini, but my friends call me Mo." he returns the polite smile "Hello, I'm Erik, but everyone calls me Erik." She giggles at his statement and turns back to Stella.

"Stella!" she says excitedly. "Mo!" Stella mimics back. Erik chimes in "Erik!" they look at him weirdly "What? Some one had to say it!" Stella chuckles at her friend's goofiness while Mo giggles once again. Wow, she sure is a bubbly person, thinks Erik with a grin. Stella sees that weird grin on his face and shoves him playfully.

He glares at her and shoves her back.

Mo sees the little interaction and smiles once again, she couldn't do anything but smile at the moment, she was just too happy. Her smile turns into a small frown as she looks around to where she was standing before. Where was Charlie?

"Where's Charlie?" she voices her thought looking once more around the place. Stella seems to choke on her own saliva "Wait Charlie's here?" she squeaked out. Erik eyed her strangely. Wait she never squeaks. What's wrong? He thinks.

Mo didn't seem to notice her squeak as she replies beaming "Of course!" Stella feels her heart accelerate and her palms start becoming sweaty. What is wrong with me? Why is she suddenly feeling this way? She was bound to see him and this shouldn't be her reaction. She should be her calm, cool, and collected self, not this!

Erik knows something's up with his friend as she starts wiping her hands on her ripped white skinny jeans. She seems fidgety and nervous. He thinks back to what could make her suddenly feel like this. She was fine a few moments ago until Mo mention someone's name. What was it? Marley? Barney? No. Charlie? Yes! That's his name!

So apparently it had something to do with this Charlie fellow. He thinks to himself. "Wait, whose Charlie?" he questions. "My fiancé!" she states proudly. He nods and he furrows his eyebrows in thought when he sees Stella wince just slightly, almost invisible, but he was able to catch it.

"I'm going to call him." Mo mumbles when she sees no sign of him. She finds her phone in her purse and walks over to the water fountain for better reception.

"Stella, are you okay?" his voice is filled with concern as he helps his friend with her luggage settling it down on a metal bench and she and him take seat.

"Yeah perfectly. Why wouldn't I be?" she says with such a fake smile that it actually hurts seeing her like that. He fidgets with his hands and says "Well because you seem a little unsteady."

"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine!" her fake smile is still on, but he notices that her eyes aren't filled with any hint of happiness. He shakes his head "No you're not Stella. I know you aren't."

"Erik drop it, I said I'm fine." This time she isn't smiling, she looks upset with an edge of anger in her voice.

He lifts his hands in mock surrender and shrugs "Fine say what you want." She was going to retort when Mo came back frowning. "You okay?" Erik asks. She nods and takes a seat next on the other side of Erik leaving him in the middle.

"Yeah, he said he's coming now." Stella tenses up as she stands up quickly "Um, I got to go to the bathroom." She stammers. "Ooh I'll come with!" Mo lifts her hand. Stella shakes her head quickly "No! I-I mean stay… here so that… Erik won't be uh lonely."

Mo lowers her hand and nods an 'Okay' and Stella quickly walks away from them.

She needs to clear her head out. She is going to see him soon and she didn't want to seem all nervous and fidgety. She pushes through crowds of people while looking down to her boots.

She should have stayed… she knows she should have, but she couldn't! She looks up to the ceiling and back down, but didn't notice anyone directly walking towards her until she feels her body bump into said person.

She almost falls back, but his quick reflexes help him wrap his arms around her waist before she falls. She presses her hands against his chest and looks up at his face. Oh crap!

Chapter 4! Finally! Jeez, I was going through some writer's block so I wasn't able to finish this sooner, but at least it came! Thank you to all my reviewers, I truly appreciate them and thank you xlemonademouthx for those sweet and encouraging words! It truly made me feel special! Ha-ha, but yeah thank you and I would also like to dedicate it to you xlemonademouthx! Well please REVIEW because really it doesn't even take thirty seconds unless it's like a really long review but yeah! love you guys :)