This chapter goes out to namine101, because she's been the most consistant reviewer. Much love to her. :) And to everyone that reviewed, you've made some really crappy days better. Thank you.

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, there would be lots and lots of fluff. (I guess it's lucky I don't then.)

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Olette felt comfortable here.

At Hayner's house, she felt safe. Something she hadn't felt in a long long time. Hayner was always there, whenever she needed him. Even when she didn't need him. His parents were so nice. They fused over whether she was eating enough. It was a bit much, but she loved every minute of it. She was there to make sure Hayner did his make up work. The school gave them three weeks absense. Olette was grateful, but she'd never tell. There was too much going on to think about school as well. Her father had yet to show up, but she was worried about it. It wasnt like him to take something as big as this lying down.

And Roxas. He was nearly out of the hospital. Finally. It seemed like ages ago that he'd held her safe in the Usual Spot, even though it was only a few weeks ago. He was doing great. His back was nearly healed, without him doing any of his exercises. Doctors were baffled. Whenever they'd tell him that it was amazing, ask him how he did it, he'd reply, "I heal fast," with a big grin. It always made Olette giggle, so he kept doing it.

"'Lette."

The way he smiled at her sometimes. It made her melt. And his eyes, such a clear crystal blue.

"Lettyyyyy."

She felt as though they saw through her. Through to who she really was. It was amazing.

"Olette."

It made her uncomfortable, but at the same time she adored it.

"Olette!"

"Huh?" She snapped back to reality. She looked around and saw Hayner staring at her amused.

"You back now?" he asked, knocking on her head.

"Yeah," she said and knocked his hand away. "Shut up."

"Nice paper." She looked down at her looseleaf paper. It was covered in messy hearts, stars, and happy faces. But mostly hearts. Must of been from thinking about Roxas, she thought and blushed. Hayner laughed. After sending him a death glare, she folded her paper and threw it in her paper. It landed neatly on top of her dress. He smiled at her.

"Can we get on with this now?" Olette just laughed.

"Sure. It's not that hard, Hayner."

"Uh... yes it is." She laughed again.

"Look. The I form in the past is 'e' with an accent, instead of an 'o.' Got that so far?"

"So if I said liked girls, it would be 'Me gustey chicas.'"

"No, stupid. That's different. The verb gusta is in the he/she/it form. It would be 'Me gustó chicas,' or, in my case, 'Me gustó chicos.'"

"I'm confused."

"Of course you are," she sighed. "Look, it's simple. Say 'I speak English' in Spanish."

"Isn't that stupid? Saying that you speak a different language in a different language." Olette threw a book at him.

"Just say the damn sentence."

"Yo hablo inglés."

"Good. Now change the o to en é."

"Yo hablé ingles?"

"Exactly. You've got it."

"Oh. That is easy. I told you so." Olette rolled her eyes.

The rest of the day passed like that. That night, Olette went on the computer in Hayner's room. She posted in her blog and checked her Yourplace. Lots of new comments. From the girls, "OMG, LIEK R UROXAS GOING OUT!1!" or "come bac soon. we miss u.x33333" From the boys, "how r u? hows rox doin?" or "hope things r ok." She sighed. Boys could be a lot better sometimes. Which was the main reason why her best friends were guys. She returned the comments, and as she did, Hayner came in.

"Why do you bother with that crap?" he asked waving at the screen.

"It's fun," she said with a shrug. That was when they heard the first one.

BANG!

Olette fell out of her chair. Hayner stood tense.

"What the hell was-?"

BANG! "Where are you?"

"Oh, no," Olette said, her face worried. "He's here."

"Who?"

"My dad." Olette looked absolutely terrified, and Hayner went over to her.

"He can't get us," he said softly. "We've got the restraining order."

"Do you think he cares?" she cried. "You don't know him like I do. He's got a gun, Hay." Her eyes were filling with hysterical tears, some of them slipping down her face. He knealed and wiped them away gently, mumbling, "That bastard."

"I need Roxas." Her voice was quiet. Hayner, annoyed with the fact that he wasn't good enough, grabbed the phone off of his bedside table (BANG!) and threw it at her.

"Call him. I've got an idea," he said. "Fine night for my parents to go out," he mumbled angrily. He ran out of the room. Olette looked around, her mouth gapping open. She looked down and remembered the phone. She dialed the hospital, a number she had grown very comfortable with. A cool female voice answered.

"Hello Twilight Hospital, Jekina speaking."

"Hi, Jekina. It's me, Olette." (BANG! BANG! "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?")

"Oh, hello, Olette."

"Can you connect me with Roxas' room?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Olette was surprised.

"What? Why not?"

"It's too late at night. I'm so sorry." Olette swallowed hard.

"You have to connect me."

"What is it?" Hayner asked, entering the room with a rope in hand.

"They won't connect me!"

"Give me that." He took the phone out of her hand.

"Why the hell won't you connect her?" Olette heard Jekina's mumbled responce.

"Connect her, now."

"Now! We've got her dad coming toward this house with a gun. He's drunk, too. Yes, he's the one we have a restraining order against. ... No! We aren't safe. Just connect her." He threw the phone at her. She held it and stared at him.

"Look," he said to her, rushing his words. "Tell Roxas that we're on our way there. Then get off the phone 'cause I gotta tell you what's up."

"Hello?" said the phone.

"Hi," she said, putting it up to her face.

"Olette? What's wrong?"

"We're coming."

"What!"

"We'll be at the hospital in a few minutes."

"What's going on, 'Lette?" He sounded terrified.

"We'll explain when we get there." She heard him breathe out.

"Okay. See you soon."

"Bye." Click. She stood up.

"Well?"

"Here's what's happening. He's near the house now. You're going to go out the back door of my house. Hide. As soon as you hear him get in the house, run as fast as you can to the hospital."

"What about you?"

"When I hear him come up the stairs, I'm going to pretend to talk to you, telling you to hide. Then I'm going to slip out the window with this rope-" he held it up. "-I'll yank it down and go to the hospital."

"Hayner..."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I know how to fight, worst come to worst."

"Hayner!"

He ignored her and grabbed her wrist, nearly pulling her down the flight of stairs. The footsteps and gunshots came closer and closer.

"Olette," he hissed. "Promise me you won't wait for me."

"FOUND 'CHA!"

"Promise me." Olette took a deep breath. She didn't want to leave him here, but she didn't really have any other choice.

"I promise."

"Good," he said and flung open the door. "Go!"

She ran outside and hid in the bushes in the back of his house. She turned to look at him again, but he was gone. She heard the loud thud of a door breaking. Hayner was alone in the house.

With a mad man.

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Oh, no! What's going to happen? Will Olette's father find her? Will Hayner be okay? You'll just have to wait and see. :) Review and I'll update sooner.