Author's Note: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get this chapter up! I got my own computer and school started, so I've been extremely busy. This is the last chapter and I hope you like it!

Heather winced as she attempted to walk on her injured leg. As pain shot through her entire body, she closed her eyes to stop herself from crying. She was glad Gil wasn't there to see her in such a state.

She was alone in the giant house owned by her friend Emma. It was silent, a bit cold and very eerie. She'd never really been alone before; Imagine being sixteen years old and not have been left alone once for your entire sixteen years of existence. It was difficult for her be comfortable in the large space, but she did realize it was better than where she had been living.

With one final step Heather managed to sit on the couch, sinking into the plush piece of furniture. She lifted her cast-covered leg with her hands, placing it so it was propped up on a few pillows at the other end of the couch. It was just her luck that as soon as she was comfortable, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Heather half yelled with a sigh.

"It's me."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Gil? Come in!" She tucked her hair behind her ears, wiped the unshed tears from her eyes and paused briefly to realize she was fixing herself up for him. "No. I'm not falling for him… Am I?" She shook her head, casting the thoughts away. Gil appeared in the doorway to the living room with a smile.

"Hello."

"You scared me!" Heather grinned back. "It's nice to see you."

"It's good to see you too. How's your leg?"

"Broken." She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall next to Gil. "It's the middle of the school day. Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Gil shrugged. "They're not going to teach me anything I don't already know."

Heather nodded, completely understanding that statement. It was so true in both of their cases. And awkward silence fell between them; Gil rubbed his hand across his neck, Heather played with her hair. Suddenly Gil stepped further into the room, with yet another dashing smile upon his face.

"Want me to sign your cast?"

Heather giggled softly, making him shoot her a lopsided grin. Her laugh was elegant, sophisticated. It was the greatest laugh he had ever heard.

"Sure!"

Gil picked up the black marker that had been lying on the coffee table and pulled the cap off. He hastily wrote something, smiled at her, and put the marker back where it had been.

"I have to go, but if you need anything you can call me. And I'm coming back over later. See you in a while."

He didn't give her a chance to protest; He strode from the room with a smile, knowing exactly what her reaction would be to what he had written. Heather sighed, annoyed by Gil. He knew she was stuck in the house until her leg healed, yet he visited for a moment and left. She glanced at her right leg, the broken one, to see what the message he had left. She blinked several times upon seeing a short paragraph.

"Jeez…"

Heather began reading the print with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Heather,

Don't let the broken leg stop you. You can use your crutches to get around. Maybe tonight we can go to the riverbank. I'd drive us there, of course."

He made a little smiley face after the sentence, making everything seem like it was all right. Actually, things were good. Heather was no longer living with her abusive father, she had a new friend. She couldn't help but see Gil as more than a friend. He was more than a friend. He had rescued her from her father, taken her to the hospital. He visited her at least every day after school. Sure, he hadn't expressed any outward interest in being her boyfriend, but maybe that would come with time. Until that time, if it ever came, they were good friends. She saw the he had written one more line below the rest.

"But don't think having a broken leg is going to get out of doing homework."

Heather laughed as she relaxed back on the couch. Yes, they were good friends indeed.