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Nate and I laid in the same place, neither of us wanting to move. At this point, there was no other place in the world I would want to be at. He placed a protective arm around my waist, and nuzzled his nose onto my neck. A comfortable silence over taking us.

"Caity," he said.

"Yeah,"

Who's hurt you?" Nate whispered to me after a second.

I closed my eyes tight, biting my still slightly bleeding lip.

It hurt and I sighed. Finally, I turned around so I was facing him,"Nate...I really can't tell you. You'll only get mad."

"Caity, I swear on my love for you that I won't," he promised.

I sighed again. "Fine...it was you...you were the one that hurt me."

He was stone still, and not breathing. I could tell when he forced out "When?"

"When you and whats-her-face started dating," I admitted. "It...it crushed me."

Nate sat up and pulled be close to him, I buried my face in his chest, feeling embarrassed about what I had said.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into my hair, "I never wanted to hurts you,"

"I know," I said reassuringly, "I know,"

"I will never hurt you ever again," Nate said, lifting my chin, making eye contact in the process, "You can count on me."

"I know that, too," I whispered, cuddling closer to his warm body. He rolled over on his side and wrapped both arms around me.

After a while, I sighed. "What are you going to tell Alyson?" I mumbled, suddenly tired. "She's going to throw the mother of hell of a hissy fit."

Nate sighed. "I know," he admitted. "And i really don't know what I'm going to tell her."

I sighed. "Are you going to tell her soon?"

"I don't know," he said, pulling me closer.

"I'll give you time," I promised.

"Thanks," he whispered, rolling over so I rested on top of him. My wrist shot with pain. I hissed and clenched my jaw.

"What?" Nate asked.

"My wrist," I muttered. "It hurts again."

Nate kissed it and sighed. "I'll get you out of here, somehow," he murmured. "And when I do, I'm personally escorting you to the doctors office."

I smiled and brushed the back of my fingers along his cheek. "Thanks," I whispered.

He gently rolled over and hovered over me. I glowered. "Nate," i warned.

"I won't do that again," Nate promised. He leaned down and kissed me gently. "That was inexcusable," he whispered against my skin. His body pressed gently against mine. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"Don't be," I muttered. "I went insane, too. I just...I loved you for so long I guess I..."

"How long?" Nate asked. He rolled off of me and smiled gently.

"Oh, hell, years," I said. "Ever since the day we met...do you remember that day?"

"Yeah," Nate grinned. "We were six. You had ice cream all over your face. Vanilla. and you were crying because you mom had disappeared."

"And you came over to where I was sitting alone on the bench, holding my ice cream and crying," I added. "And you said..."

"'Are you okay?' and you said..."

"'No, my mommy is lost and I can't find her'," I grinned. "So you took me by the hand..."

"Your very sticky hand," Nate teased. "And I took you to my mom. And i said..."

"'Her mommy's lost, mommy'," I said in a high pitched voice. "'She can't find her. Can we take her home?'"

"'She can be my sister'," Nate laughed, playing along. "And mom..."

"Gave me a hug and said 'We'll find your mommy, sweetie. What's your name?'"

"And you said Caitlyn...I thought it was the most beautiful name," Nate admitted.

"Thanks," I said. "I thought your name was handsome."

We laughed quietly for a second. I yawned despite myself.

"You should sleep," Nate suggested. "It'll do you good."

"I'm fine," I said tiredly.

Nate sighed. "You're so stubborn."

"Yep."

"Has that ever changed?"

"Nope."

"I thought not."

I smiled. Another jolt of pain went through my hand. I ignored it though, and kissed Nate's neck. "How long have you liked me?" I whispered.

"Oh, god," Nate sighed. "I don't know...I think it first started at your tenth birthday party."

I groaned. "The disaster of year?"

"Yep."

"Ugh."

"It was in the jumper, I think," Nate murmured. "We were bouncing around and I almost fell on you.

Remember? You caught me."

I laughed. "Yeah," I agreed. "And then I fell down."

"Yeah," Nate laughed. "And you just looked at me in this way...and, I don't know...I guess that's when..."

"Really?" I mused. "Or was it when you rescued me from the pool?"

"Maybe," Nate pondered. "How did you fall into the pool again?"

"Uhm, oh gosh, you expect me to remember?" I sighed, thinking. "Oh, yeah. Everyone was rushing for cake I think, and someone pushed me."

"God, I can still hear your scream," Nate growled. "It was awful."

"The whole experience was awful," I sighed. "But you jumped in after me, like, the second I hit the water. Thanks again, by the way."

Nate chuckled. "You already thanked me," he pointed out. "When I was carrying you out, remember? Dammit, girl, but you were tiny...oh, and your mom thanked me, like a million times...and then your dad thanked me..."

"I get the point," I said, laughing. "You were a hero...a hero without any dry clothes on."

"...So your mom gave me some of your jeans," Nate laughed. "And I had to go bare chested. But i got two pieces of cake."

I giggled. "Cake makes everything better when you're little," i agreed.

"Yep," he agreed happily. I sighed and shivered; I really was cold now.

"You want my sweatshirt?" Nate asked for the millionth time.

"You'll get too cold." I shook my head.

"No I won't," Nate whined. "C'mon Cait, I can tell you're cold."

"No," I growled. "Keep it on..." I started laughing. "Hey, whats this remind you of?"

"I don't know..." Nate grumbled. "The conversation we had like, three hours ago?"

"No," I chuckled. "The winter we turned eight. Remember the snowstorm?"

"Oh yeah," Nate said slowly, then froze. "Oh, no..."

I started giggling even more. "Someone ran out in only their boxers," I sang in a high voice, then broke into a fit of laughter.

"I hated my winter coat," Nate mumbled. "It was too puffy. And I couldn't find any clean pants..."

"Didn't your mom have to chase you around the lawn?"

"No..." He was blushing bad. I started to laugh even more.

"Yes!" I gasped. "And then...you jumped...into the snow...bank!"

"All right, all right I get it..."

"And your brothers took pictures," I added, giggling.

"They what?" His voice rose a few pitches.

"Why...do...you...think...they made a password...protected...album on...Facebook?" I gasped, shaking.

"Face...book?" He sounded horrified. "The Facebook? ONLINE?"

"Yep."

"Oh...no..."

"They named it 'Nate's Kiddie Moments'," I giggled. I was telling him 100 percent truth, the poor kid. I was totally enjoying this.

"I'm going to...kick...their...fat ASSES!" he shouted, the paused. "Wait...what else is there?"

"Ohh..." I said mildly. "Not much...some pictures of you as a baby..."

"Oh no...please not..."

"Yup. .Tub."

"Oh...my...god...they...are...DEAD!"

"And, uhm...the time you kinda streaked...when you were three."

He was silent for a very long time.

"Nate?" I finally whispered, afraid he'd done something like, passed out in anger or died of embarrassment or something.

"They. Did. WHAT?!"

I jumped a mile and started to laugh.

"Oh god," I gasped. "I'm scared for...Shane and...Jason...now..."

"You should be," he growled.

"Oh, I just remembered," I added. "They got a picture of you on Halloween...every year."

".....Oh god. not the...mouse one, right?"

"When you were two?" I asked. "That was a mouse? I thought it was an anteater...my bad."

Alyssa: I love the memories...Especially Nate's baby ones. Just think of Nick Jonas.....-gahhhh- LOL REVIEW!!! AND IM GOING TO EUROPE!

Mya: So cute...now, dude, review!

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