Cherry yawned and rubbed her eyes when she woke up. She had a confused look on her face until she looked around and found herself on Evie's couch. She covered her face with her hands when she remember what happened and how- in her mind- she had ruined her date with Sodapop. "I feel like a huge jerk," she groaned into one of the pillows on the couch.

Cherry jumped when she heard someone knocking on the door. She got up and went to answer the door and when she opened it, there stood Evie's boyfriend and Soda's best friend. He looked both scared and nervous at the same time. He looked down at his shuffling feet for a quick moment then back at her. "Hey Cherry, is, uh… is Evie still here?" he asked her in a nervous tone.

Cherry thought for a moment, not knowing the situation. "I think so," she answered unsurely and in a slightly weak voice, "Everything's sort of a blur, so I'm not really sure."

"Do ya mind if I look around a bit for her?"

Cherry shook her head and let him in. "Of course not, come in."

Cherry followed as Steve walked in and through the house. As they looked for Evie, he told her everything that had happened. When they couldn't find her anywhere on the first floor, they made their way up the stairs and to the second floor, where Steve finished telling the redhead what happened- based on what he knew.

The two got to the second floor and decided to check the room that Evie and Cherry shared. When they got there, they saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed opposite of where they were standing. Since this girl had jet black hair, and it wasn't Esther, it was obvious that it was Evie. She sat there not moving, just twiddling her thumbs and playing with her hands, which were also shaking. Cherry had started to walk over to her but Steve held up his hand slowly and signaled for her to wait outside the door, just in case. Cherry nodded and listened in, just to make sure everything was at least somewhat alright. "Evie," she heard him say in a gentle and quiet tone, something she had never heard before, "Hey, you ok?"

There was no answer from her, at least no audible one.

"You called me, remember? You said you were scared. You wanted me to take me to the hospital?"

Cherry heard movement, which gave her somewhat of an answer. It let her know that Evie was still communicating with them and was responding to human contact. When the two walked out the room, Cherry saw that Evie was pale and she noticed her figure shaking. "Cherry, can you stay here with Esther? I know my parents ain't gonna come back to town for a while, but if they ever found out I left Esther home alone, they'd kill me," she said, trying to let out a slight chuckle, "If you want, you can call Soda to come over."

Cherry nodded, "Yeah, I'll stay here with her."

"Thanks, Cherry." The two left the upstairs and went down the stairs and outside to Steve's car.

Cherry went back downstairs and over to the house phone and dialed Soda's number, or at least the one he had given her. She had never actually called it before. When he answered her call, he bombarded her with questions, mostly on how she was feeling. She had answered as many as she could then asked him if he could come over after she explained everything that she knew had happened. He answered her "yes of course" then hung up.

-/-/-

Marcia pulled a photo out of her bag of her and Cherry. The picture had been taken a little over a year ago, before that night at the drive in. Neither of them had gone back since, unless Cherry had gone while Marcia was gone. She couldn't think of any times after that where they had gone back, at least. It just brought back memories, mostly bad memories that she would always try to get out of her head and block out for the rest of her life.

Maybe there was something I could've done but didn't to prevent it all, she thought. Marcia quickly shook the thought out of her head. Even if there was something she could've done that night, it's not like she could go back in time to change anything. The past was the past, and nothing could change that. For some reason, everything that happened had a reason for happening, yet she wasn't quite sure why. So there must've been a reason why-

Wait a minute.

Marcia started to smile as she thought, Everything happens for a reason. That means, Cherry was supposed to get amnesia for who knows how long. And I asked Sodapop to take care of her and watch her, that means something was supposed to happen with them or that something will come out of it. This is all supposed to happen.

For the first time since her trip to visit family, Marcia didn't feel guilty.

-/-/-

Evie slumped down in the waiting room area chair in the emergency room, her head leaning on top of Steve's right shoulder. His arm was holding her as close to him as he could without making her feel any more uncomfortable or hurting her any more than she already was hurting or how uncomfortable she was.

When Evie's name was called by a nurse, the two looked up and followed the nurse to a smaller room. In the smaller room, Evie was asked questions about her general health and then her current condition, then brought her to a small private room where they were told to wait for a doctor to come in. "Feelin' any better than before?" Steve asked his girlfriend while they waited for a doctor.

Evie shrugged a bit. "I guess so," she answered in a quiet voice, which was rare for her, "My stomach still kinda hurts, but I'm better." The two sat quietly before Evie spoke up again. "Steve, what if there's somethin' really wrong with me?" she asked in a nervous tone.

Steve's heart started to beat a little faster in his chest. "Don't say that, you're gonna be fine."

"But what if-"

"No." His voice was louder this time and his tone was a bit more stern than her ever intended, making Evie jump a bit. He sighed and looked down, "I'm sorry." His voice was soft this time and near a whisper.

Evie nodded at him. "It's ok. I'm scared too."

-/-/-

"Hey," Soda greeted the redhead quietly as he walked into the house, "How's Evie?"

Cherry closed the door behind him and tucked her hands under her arms as she shrugged. "I'm not really sure," she answered, "Steve came here to get her to take her to the hospital. What I told you on the phone is all I know."

He nodded in understanding. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm ok now. My head kinda hurts a little, but I'll live… speaking of that, I'm real sorry about what happened before."

"No, no, no, it's fine. Really, it is."

"I don't know why I freaked out so much like I did about the whole thing. For some reason, it just freaked me out and I feel like a jerk about-"

"Cherry, don't worry 'bout it, ok? It's alright. As long as you're alright."

The usual feeling of guilty filled all through Soda's body again. He had gotten somewhat used to the guilty feeling by now, but every time he got that way he felt lousy. At some points, depending on the situation, the feeling even made him feel feverish. It would go away with some time, but until that happened, he still hated the feeling.

If I could go back, he thought, I wouldn't have done any of this shit.

Cherry didn't deserve any of the things that happened to her, and he thought he was just making it worse for her.

-/-/-

Steve sat in a seat in the waiting room. His elbows were rested on his knees, his head in his hands. His leg bounced up and down slight due to nervous impulse, causing his body to bounce slightly along with his leg. The only part of his body that was faster than his shaking leg was his heart, which felt like it was going to burst out of his chest and onto the waiting room floor.

Steve jumped when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. When he looked up he saw a middle aged man. The man had brown hair that had gray hairs spread out throughout it due to aging, and the same thing went for his facial hair. He looked to be average height and was a bit overweight, but not too much for what his height body structure were. He wore a gray hat, a black hoodie and a blue denim jacket. "You ok, son?" the man asked him.

Steve shrugged. "I dunno," he sighed, "My girlfriend's back there being tested."

"If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong with her?"

"We don't know. She just called me before to tell me that she thought somehtin' was wrong with her and she wanted to come her to find out."

"Where are her parents? Or your parents?"

"Her parents are outta town. And my parents, my mom don't live with us and my dad is just an ass."

The man nodded. "What's your name, son?"

"Randle… uh, Steve Randle."

"Got a picture of your girlfriend?"

Steve nodded, took out his wallet and handed the picture in his wallet to the man. "This is her. Her name's Evie."

"Good lookin' girl you got yourself, Steve."

He gave a small smile, "Thanks. I uh… I really love her."

The man handed him back the picture. "Well, Steve, I think you two'll be alright. I also think you and Evie are gonna be just fine too." He had a small smile on his face.

Steve gave the man another small smile. "Uh, thanks." Steve cleared his throat, "So, uh… what's your name and why are you here? If you don't mind me askin' either."

The man laughed, "I'll answer. Name's Angelo Robertson, but people call me Angel. Mostly they call me that cause, how weird does Angelo Robertson sound? That's what happens when you got an Italian mother and Scottish father." He laughed again, then hesitantly held out his left hand, which had a bandage wrapped around it and a slight red tint on one area. "And why I'm here, let's just say, I like to think I'm a handy man for my wife when somethin' breaks in the house."

Steve let out a chuckle. "Good to meet you, Angel." Both turned when the nurse called for whoever was waiting for Evie Smith. "That's her, I gotta go. Thanks for talkin' with me Angel. I hope I can see you again, my girlfriend would like you."

"I think we'll see each other again sometime," Angel smiled as Steve got up and followed the nurse. "I know we will," he said to himself.

Wow this chapter was long. And very dramatic. This story is just very dramatic oh gosh, I never thought I would end up writing something so dramatic, and this story was a request. Wow.

Ok, if you couldn't tell, Angelo Robertson is an angel. Like you know how in movies, there'll be an angel for a character in distress at a hospital and then after everything is better, they'll ask the nurse or doctor, "oh what happened to that guy?" and no one else saw him. So yeah, that's who Angel is. He will show up again a few times in this story, I hope you guy don't mind that.

Oh, by the way- how many of you saw Grandfathered and The Grinder last night?! I DID, DID ANYONE ELSE HERE?! Me and my two best friends (they're sisters, so that makes life actually easier since they live in the same house and they have the best sister relationship I've ever seen, which is awesome) anyway, we were talking after the shows last night and we all agree that Grandfathered was funnier than The Grinder, but both were good. We all kinda were shocked cause we all thought The Grinder was very dramatic- along with the few funny parts- and that we all expected it to be funnier based on commercials. We're all gonna still watch both, but yeah. Just saying and if you watched either show PLEASE MESSAGE ME I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT BUT NOT GIVE SPOILERS TO THOSE WHO DIDN'T WATCH

Anyway… peace from all the hippies of the world! =^-^=