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Chapter 6

"Joe?" I asked quietly looking around the room trying to find him in the darkness. The one window in the room was closed and had cardboard over it and the light was off. I could hear him shuffling around and then he stopped at the sound of my voice.

"I'm really sorry Joe… I didn't know cleanliness was so bad to you. I promise I didn't throw away, take or break anything," I said my eyes slowly trying to adjust to the dark but he walked closer to me, his bright blue eyes reflecting nonresistant light I couldn't tell what emotion he was showing though. It wasn't anger or sadness but a mix of the two.

"Next time you clean the room, please have me in here with you," he said his voice having a tone I've never head before.

"Okay, I promise," I said reaching out to touch his arm. He turned away from my touch and moved over to throw himself onto his bed.

"It's nice, thank you," he said.

Joe's Perspective:

"Are you ok?" she asked walking over to the side of the bed by me.

Why won't she leave me alone? I yelled inside my head.

"Yeah, fine," I said throwing my arms over my eyes and something hot touched my forehead. She just kissed me… I thought I could feel her rest her hand on my arm and allowed her to move it off my face to look up at her amazingly caring face. No one had ever looked at me like that and I gave him a shiver down his spine.

"I really am sorry I just had to do something to be useful. I didn't want to just lay in bed all day." She said, I could still feel the heat from her kiss on my forehead and thought about how abnormally warm it was.

"But I told you to stay in bed so you could heal." I said slowly worry coming into my mind. She's been working so hard on that hurt leg. I quickly reached up and pulled her to lie on the bed lightly.

"Ow!" she yelled loudly as her leg hit the bed. In my worried state I quickly pulled up her sweats so that I could see the bandages.

"Crap," I said angrily, the wound hadn't healed yet and she had opened it up. The bandages around her leg were pink instead of white.

"What!" She asked sounding a little frustrated and that just made me even madder at her.

"You idiot! Stay here I need to get S, you opened you wound," I said moving up over her to glare straight down at her. I ran a hand along her forehead. She was Hot. I cursed inside my head and jumped out of the bed and sprinted to the door. She was objecting from behind but I turned around to glair at her.

"Tyler," I said and she straightened at her name, "Stay." I've never heard so much threat and worry in my voice at the same time that it shocked me just as much as it did her. I quickly walked out the door.

"S?" I said quickly my mind such a blur I forgot where everyone usually is. I looked in the kitchen but no one was there then I went to her room and knocked on the door.

"S I need your help, T opened her wound that big idiot," I said the last part under my breath.

"Kay go get the stuff and I'll be on there in a sec." she said. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid from behind the sink and went back into my room. I flicked on the light and saw even more of the effect of her cleaning. She was lying on the bed where I left her.

"Back," I said but he didn't give a response and my heart started beating hard again. I moved quickly to the side of the bed to stand beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was pale but she was breathing. Asleep my mind comforted me. Me? Needing comfort? What the hell is going on! Sarah came into the room tying her hair back into her ponytail.

"Kay I'm here, get out," she said.

"Why should I get out? It's my room!" I yelled slightly angrily..

"Cause I need to take her pants off and wash the wound," she said, "just get out." But I couldn't move. I was scared. Scared? For this stranger? Anger filled me from my frustration at my own weakness. I spun on my heals and stomped out of my room.

"You okay J? You look a little red," Paul said, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Shut up! I'm going out,: I said angrily and walked out the front door slamming it behind me. I swiped up some snow off the road and threw it in my face, my brain clearing and I breathed in the calm air to calm down my anger. I love the winter so much. It's so beautiful even though it's melting and going away. I walked down the alley way then ducked through a hole in a chain link fence. On the other side was a run down old and rusted playground. Coming up from the center of the park as a large tree, almost as big as the buildings around it and up high in the tree hidden in the branches was an old tree fort. I quickly and easily climbed p the old giant, my hands and feet finding hidden holds till eventually I made it into the fort. It was a simple wooden box but I've made it my own. I had a bed over in the corner that took up most of the space and then books and drawing were scattered around the floor. I picked up my sketch pen and pad then threw myself onto my bed.

"Why is this girl bothering me so much?" I thought to myself. I thought of all the girls I've been with and how even though they were sexy and teases they haven't made my skin feel like fire when we touched. The pen moved across the paper drawing my thoughts. Slowly the picture formed of her laying in bed her stomach and legs uncovered and looking smooth even in the picture. I could draw everything perfectly as I remember, except for her face. The picture in my head looked to angelic then human but sad at the same time as piece. I couldn't understand it. I flipped a page and tried to draw just her face like when she's awake but I couldn't get it right. All the facial featured and hair looked fine but her eyes… I couldn't draw her eyes. There were to many feelings in them and I felt a drawing could never do them justice but I kept trying anyways.