Hey guys! I know you all hate me, and that's ok, cause i deserve hate. I cant tell you how sorry i am. :( but its HARD ok!? Juggling high school and drama and MALES and family and this is really, really, HARD. Ok so here is the stupid chapter that i have lost SIX TIMES IN A ROW cause this computer likes to throw tantrums and delete everything, despite my efforts of begging it not to...But so i had a GORGEOUS chapter ten written out, and then it got deleted six times, so the only solution is to write it and post it all in one day. *sarcasticlly* yay! Ugh, so this is the crappy seventh re-write of an amazing chapter. Enjoy...i guess...Hazel OUT! (ps, REVIEW) i love you all!

Pitch's Point of View:

He didnt want to move. In fact, he hardly dared to breathe. He didnt want to end this moment. He had hadnt slept at all last night, and as an immortal being, he didnt really need to, but he stayed up just to watch her, and to live in the moment for as long as he could. Taylor had willingly spent the night beside him. She had done so once before, but that was only because she was overcome by fear and practically incoherent. But this time, she had said that she wanted to. This meant that she trusted him; she might even like him! He felt like he could fly...which, he could, but- you know what i mean. He felt her shift against him, and knew suddenly that she was awake. He always knew whether someone was sleeping or not as part of his talents as a Dream Spirit. She was definitley awake, she just hadn't opened her eyes yet. He looked down and whispered, more for her benefit, "Are you awake love?" She opened her eyes and turned her face up to his at the sound of his voice. She looked at him and smiled. Smiled, as she murmured sleepily, "Mm Hmm." At the sight of her glowing face and smile, he was sure he was melting from the inside out, but he kept his poker face on as he said smoothly, "If your'e hungry, then we could get up and make some breakfast."
"That would be nice" she replied, still sounding a bit drowsy. His arms were still encircled around her, and she had laid her head on his chest. When neither of them moved, she said uncomfortably, "Uh, Pitch? This is the part where we get out of bed."
"Oh, Right." he stuttered as they struggled to kick the sheets off. But, unfortunatley, they had somehow gotten completley ensnared in the blankets, trapping their legs. The thrashed about for a bit before Pitch gave a final tug and was sent careening over the side of the bed and onto the floor, with Taylor following soon after him. She landed softly on top of him, giggling with humor and slight embaressment. She suddenly realized how she was positioned, and all the light left her face and was replaced by a deep blush. She struggled to push herself off of him, getting pinker by the second. "I wonder just how pink she can get," his mind growled. Without thought, he flipped them over in one fluid motion, him now on top of her, their faces just centimeters away from each other.
He was right in assuming she could get even redder. Her face was the color of a rose as she exclaimed, "Pitch! What are you doing?!" He chuckled softly, and rolled away from her, saying innocently, "I was only trying to see how red you'd get my dear."
"Ya, well you didnt have to go so far you creep. " She muttered as she fought with the last of the sheets wound round her legs. Before he even knew what he was doing he was at her side murmuring, "Here, let me help you." He gently placed his hands over hers and pulled them away from the blankets as he began to unwind them. When his hands brushed against her legs, he was certain that they were covered in silk. He also couldnt ignore the same beautiful electric feeling that always came from touching this girl. She made him feel so alive. When he was finished untangling her they both stood up and awkwardly made eye contact. In that moment, staring into her sea blue-green eyes, seeing the blush on her cheeks and her rosy parted lips, there was nothing more that he wanted to do then take her back into the bed, only this time-
"NO." He thought sternly to himself. "You will be a civil man, and you will not do this. You will show some self control." She only made things worse by biting her lip and tucking her hair behind her ear. Oh dear man in the moon, the things he wanted from this girl-
"Yes." He thought to himself, finding he was in need of another pep-talk. "Yes, this girl. She is so innocent, and you are probably very scary and intimidating to her, so you have to be nice and gentle. Not some psychotic horny man animal." He cleared his mind and said in a strained voice,
"Shall we go down to the dining hall then?" She looked up and nodded and probably said something, but he didnt hear. He was too busy watching her perfect lips and hands and everything to notice. He took a deep breath and walked on ahead of her, refraining from offering his arm to her because if he were to touch her right now, he would lose it.
"This is going to be a hard day," he thought glumly.

Taylor's Point of View:

I had done a terrible thing. "If anybody finds out about this, im dead." I thought gravely. Wait. There was no one to find out about it. No one talked to me anymore, because I was a "prisoner." But did it really seem that way? He let me sleep with him, (Oh god, just the sound of that...) he gives me food, he is always kind, but on the other hand, he is evil, a kidnapper, most likely crazy, and very...smoky. "Yes," i thought. "Thats a good word for him; Smoky." I never should have done this. Scared/lonely/bad Taylor wasnt sure what the problem was. I had only slept next to him. Its not like we were actually doing anything. And besides, i had needed him to keep the terrible dreams away. And maybe tonight, i could sleep on my own again. Good Taylor was too mad to talk to me. I felt so ashamed of myself. I needed to d something to take my mind off of, "the situation." So i grabbed a book from the small shelf by my bed in my room, which he had stocked full of all of my favorites. I choose my personal favorite, The Fault in Out Stars, by John Green, and walked into the adjacent room. This room had a small fireplace, not nearly as large as Pitch's, a comfortable couch/daybed, an arrangment of carpets and chairs, and a few paintings done by Edgar Degas who famoulsy painted, drew, and sculpted ballet dancers. He was my favorite artist, but having the pictures here just reminded me of missing dance. I sighed and laid down on the couch, put on a song on the ipod he had provided me, (which was full of my old songs, and i suspected it was mine from home,) and began reading the familiar story once more. I was on chapter thirteen when i first noticed him. I saw his foot. I looked down as i turned the page, music blasting in my ears, and i saw Pitch's foot and the hem of his robe. I snapped my head up and found him standing right in front of me, about an inch from my face. I screamed, and tore the headphones out of my ears as i exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Really?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "I didnt know you were so easily frightened." He straightened up and began nonchalntly inspecting his fingernails, as if they had become the most interesting thing in the world. I just sat there, still catching my breath.
"Im not scared easily, i was just surprised, thats all. But i dont understand why you have to do that."

"Do what?" he asked seriously. I sighed. "I dont know how to explain it. Youre always such a sneaky creepy weirdo." I said, making spider like movements with my hands.

Ugh, sorry i cant write anymore its four inthe morning. Ill continue tomorrow. bye. sorry for spelling and grammer.