JOJO'S POV:

The ordeal with Shane had scared me quite a bit, but Daryl helping me afterwards, plus the buzz I was still on, made that fear less significant.

I stepped out of Daryl's room, head still reeling. Why had I kissed him? I blamed it on the alcohol.

"Jojo? What were you doing in Daryl's room?" came a familiar voice.

I turned to see Glenn, wobbling a bit on his way down the hallway.

I held my leg up. "He was fixing me up." I motioned to the bandage around my ankle.

"What'd you do?" Glenn asked suspiciously. He was drunk, he shouldn't be able to pay attention to one thing for that long!

"I think I got a little too friendly with our dear hosts liquor cabinet. I stumbled around a little and somehow ended up on the ground with this thing." I once again pointed at my ankle.

Being a psychiatrist, I was a very good liar; I understood exactly what made people think that someone was lying. So I avoided it. Even if I had been a bad liar, Glenn wouldn't have noticed. He was too drunk.

He nodded and continued stumbling along, singing something about coconuts.

I shook my head, but when the headache afterward made me dizzy, I scowled and walked somewhat drunkenly to my room.

Deeno was passed out on the couch. I grimaced and decided I may as well just go sleep on the couch in the rec room.

I grabbed a pillows and a blanket from a cabinet in the bathroom and walked out the door. I stumbled to the couch, the alcohol finally really setting in and screwing with my senses. After I took the over shirt off, leaving me in just the two tank tops, I laid back on the couch, pulling the blanket up around me.

I felt something small and hard under me. I lifted myself up and saw a pocket knife just under my legs. Must be Daryl's. He must've dropped it when we sat here earlier. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I would return it to him later.

I lay there for a few minutes before I finally started to drift off.

But just before I completely sank into unconsciousness, I heard a voice say, "Th' fuck?"

I may have responded to this voice, but I don't remember the conversation; I was already mostly asleep.

DARYL'S POV:

After Jojo left, I started getting ready for bed.

I took a shower, loving the feel of finally being clean again and not smelling like one of the geeks. All of the dirt and sweat was gone from my face, hair, arms, everywhere. My hair was finally the color it should be. A dark blond. It wasn't supposed to be that nearly brown color it had been lately. My blue eyes seemed to be lighter, too.

I changed into a pair of jeans and left the shirt off. I walked out of the bathroom, using one hand holding a towel to rub at the back of my wet hair, on a cloud of steam. How I loved hot water.

Then I remembered something. I looked and looked for it, but it was gone. It wasn't in the pair of jeans I had been wearing before and I was sure I had put them in that pocket. Maybe my pocket knife fell out somewhere in the scuffle with Shane.

I exited my room, not bothering to put a shirt on.

When I came to the rec room, I saw something wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Jojo. She had taken off the plaid over shirt from before and was now in just the red and black tank tops.

I felt my face heat up. "Th' fuck?" I said.

She mumbled a, "Deeno stole the couch." Her words were slurred.

"Why're ya out here? Shane could come back an' try at ya 'gain." I reprimanded her.

"Don't care. Too tired." She seemed to be talking in her sleep almost.

I stood right next to her head. "Well, alrigh'. I'm goin' back to ma room then."

Just as I turned to go back to my room, her hand shot out and caught mine.

"Wait."

I turned, confused. Both at why she wanted me to wait and why I was so nervous at the mere touch of this girl.

"Wha'?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes still closed. "Stay." She was practically whispering.

I leaned closer, hoping to catch more of what she said.

"Here. With me. Please."

I almost wanted to say no. I knew what others would think if they came in here and saw this.

But I didn't care. I said it was for her own safety. In case Shane came back and found her here alone. But really, I did it just for the sheer pleasure of doing it.

I nodded hesitantly. Then I climbed over the back of the couch and right between her and the back of the couch. I laid my head down on the back of the pillow she was on.

She yawned and rolled over, facing me. She threw her arm around my waist, pulling the covers over me with her.

I jumped a bit at the feel of her arm on my bare skin.

She sighed a little and lifted her other hand up and rested in on my chest. Just over my heart. I shivered at her touch.

She leaned her forehead against my chest and her breathing slowed. She was asleep.

I rested my cheek on the top of her head. Just before I passed out in the arms of a girl I hardly knew, I felt my arm moving, almost as if of its own volition, to wrap around her waist and pull her closer.