Tired and Uninspired by: My American Heart

Home, was always quiet 'til the sun went down.
But we were stowaways, yeah, we were so afraid.

So, we ran out of town.
From everyone who was calling us out.
Relax, relax. Exhale and breathe, just breathe for me.

You are the earth beneath my feet,
You are my gravity.
Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.
Cause lately I've been tired, oh-so tired.

Oh, then that flame, it went away.
You knew you had to leave and couldn't stay.
Be strong for me, I'll be strong for you.
Be strong for me, I'll be strong for you.

You are the earth beneath my feet,
You are my gravity.
Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.
Cause lately I've been tired, oh-so tired.

And be strong for me.
And be strong for me.
And I'll be strong for you, oh, you.

You are the earth beneath my feet,
You are my gravity.
Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.
Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.

You are the earth beneath my feet,
You are my gravity.
You are the earth beneath my feet.
You are my gravity.

Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired.
Cause lately I've been tired, oh-so tired.


Continuing to have a gentle, but firm hold on my hand in his much larger ones, Demetri and I paused as Esme and Carlisle swung open the door and entered the room. I couldn't let myself look in the room, because I didn't want to face the chance of freaking myself out and bolting in the opposite direction if I got a good look at the people in there. You're such a damn baby, I told myself, trying to snap myself out of this paranoia. I needed to get a freaking gut.

Instead of looking inside the room though, I looked up to Demetri who was already looking down at me way before I tilted my head up to realize it. He smiled warmly at me, "Are you ready?" he asked gently. I gulped, "Yes." I lied.

He seemed to detect that, but just smiled more, trying to radiate confidence into me so I wouldn't be so nervous. Gah, why was I even so nervous anyway? I nodded, and he led me through the door, all the while still holding my hand. I didn't want him to let me go.

"Hey" I greeted all of the Cullen's shyly. I scanned the room to see ten stunningly beautiful people sitting or standing on a long couch in their elegant living room. Esme and Carlisle stood on the side of the room as the family took their first real look at me, this time being an official meeting. Esme walked to the very left of the room to introduce me to everyone. Every movement she made was extremely graceful, just like that of a cat.

"This is Alice," she began, gesturing towards the tiny and energetic Alice hugging onto the blonde haired boy that I was pretty sure was her boyfriend. I still didn't know what his name was. As usual, Alice looked incredibly happy. Her boyfriend's expression was pleasant, but not quite as readable as Alice's.

"And this is Jasper Hale," she continued, gesturing towards the boy that Alice was clinging to. Jasper's lip tilted into a slight smile at me as he was introduced.

Esme moved on to their right to Rosalie, whose expression was just blank as she took a good look at me. Well, I guess blank is better than pure hatred. We're off to a good start. "This is Rosalie Hale," she said quickly, and I saw the slightest hint of a smile on Rosalie's perfect face, so faint that if I wasn't looking at her carefully at that moment, I wouldn't have noticed.

"And this is Emmett," she said, gesturing to the burly boy next to Rosalie who reminded me of a big, not so harmless teddy bear. He definitely looked like someone capable of doing some real damage to someone, but the look on his face completely contrasted the threatening size and strength of his body.

He smiled at me with almost as much enthusiasm as Alice, and I guess you could say he also reminded me of the big brother type who was also the class clown. I couldn't help but smile back at his child like grin.

Esme walked on down the line up of Demetri's family to stand in front of Edward and Bella. They both smiled at me sweetly, holding onto each other comfortably. They made the most adorable couple ever; they were even more beautiful together than Hannah and Landon. "This is Edward and Bella," she said before moving onto the next two people... wait, two? She stopped in front of Renesmee and another boy that I had never seen before.

He had russet brown skin and dark features, including his eyes and hair. His facial features were straight and well defined, and he definitely had a native American feel to his appearance. He had a muscular build and was incredibly tall, even taller than Demetri, and I knew that I would feel like a mere child next to him.

Esme's voice made me snap out of my mental babbling. "This is Renesmee," she told me, as Renesmee and I, my lab partner, exchanged smiles. "And this is Jacob Black," she concluded. I smiled at Jacob politely, while in my mind I was curious where he had come into the picture.

I forced myself to smile at each of them, even though I had a serious problem with stage fright and I got nervous and shaky when I was at the center of focus. "It is wonderful to finally meet all of you; officially, that is."

Emmett grinned mischievously at me, no doubt about to engage in his class clown antics that I could tell were there. "So this is the lovely girl that Demetri has been talking endlessly about for almost a month?"

I smiled and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn the color of my red hair. Sneaking a glance at Demetri, it looked like he was embarrassed by Emmett as well, looking from him to me to measure my reaction. I looked back to Emmett, who was staring at my blazing cheeks with amusement.

"Ohhh!" he laughed, and then turned to Bella, "Look, Bella, she has the same blushing tendency as you had." Edward looked at Bella, who looked amused but also slightly embarrassed herself. Edward looked reminiscent, but quickly elbowed Emmett.

"What?" he asked, still amused by the whole ordeal. I truly had no clue what they were talking about. I could only guess that Bella blushed a lot like I did.

Edward narrowed his eyes and then rolled them. "How about we keep the jokes to minimum until Adalia becomes a little more comfortable around us." he said, as if I wasn't here.

Awkwardly, I spoke up. "I, uh... I really don't mind. I guess my brother could have very well acted the same way.." I began, before I realized I was talking about my dead brother they didn't know existed.

Demetri shot a confused glance at me, and I suddenly got more nervous. "You have a brother?" he asked.

Stumbling along the words, trying to say them so that I wouldn't burst into tears, I said, "Um, yeah, I did... but he died." Oh, please don't make me elaborate so I can save myself from a mega embarrassing scene of the waterworks and a crazy explanation.

Esme looked at me sympathetically, my own pain obviously hurting even her too. "I'm so very sorry for your loss." she told me, her voice reflecting my emotions, which only fueled mine a little more seeing it affect someone else.

I scanned the rest of the family's faces, who each had common reactions: sympathy.

Edward looked understanding, "You don't need to talk about it, Adalia. We know it's probably very hard for you." All I could do was nod solemnly, until I felt someone close to me and a cold hand brush against my cheek wiping away the liquid under my eyes that I hadn't realized escaped. I looked up into his face, knowing it would be Demetri. His face was covered in pain and sadness, more so than the rest of his family.

I looked up into his sad eyes, remembering those walls that he had up. I had to get behind them, and soon. Whatever the cause of this, it could be serious. Chances are it was, which meant I needed to help him in any way I possibly could. The darkness and years of pain behind those eyes were enough to make me cry for whatever had caused him all of it, even though I had no clue what they were.

Trying to lift his spirits a little, I forced myself to smile at him, and soon I saw his sadness fade to a little smile. I looked away from Demetri, still smiling. "It's really okay, guys. I don't want to talk about it, but don't worry about me. It was a long time ago."

They didn't seem too convinced, but Alice quickly changed the subject. "Okay, well I think we should get going with the bonding. I have a feeling Adalia will be around for a long time." she said, smiling at me.

Renesmee's head shot up in interest, "How about some girl bonding time" she said, wagging her eye brows. Oh, goodness. I opened my mouth to begin giggling at them, but it seemed that Bella beat me to it. We were soon laughing together at they're silly girlishness.

"Oooo!" exclaimed Alice. I noticed Jasper chuckle to himself at them too. "What a wonderful idea, Renesmee." She turned to Demetri, "How about it, Demetri? Can we borrow your Adalia for a little while?"

I felt my blush return once again at how she said 'your Adalia' to Demetri; I liked the sound of it. Instead of answering her, Demetri looked at me to see if I approved. Well, here goes nothing. I might as well get this over with now. I nodded at Demetri, who nodded back to me.

He looked back at Alice, "Alright, you guys can do who knows what girls do in their spare time together."

Alice bounced up and down excitedly, and before I knew it she was grabbing my other hand that Demetri wasn't holding, causing me to stumble over my feet as she rushed through the house. With Bella and Renesmee behind us, she led me up the grand staircase. The staircase was draped all the way from the top to bottom with red and cream colored rug type thing. It seemed to flow gracefully all the way to the first floor. I was marveling at its beauty until we were soon going through a vintage styled brown walled hallway.

Soon we were turning into another room. I stumbled and sat down on the couch in the room when she stopped. Bella and Renesmee came in as I asked, "Where is Rosalie?" They exchanged glances before meeting my eyes. "She isn't really the most social person, sometimes. She'll get used to you." she said with a forced looking smile to try and reassure me.

Bella put her finger to her lip, tapping it as she thought. "For now, I think we should just talk and get to know each other. That seems like a good start." Alice opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when Bella rolled her eyes and said, "You said yourself that she'll be around for a long time, now I think we should get to know her before you unload your fashion techniques on her."

I laughed, and Alice frowned heartily and didn't argue. "What do you want to know?" I asked between little coughs. Renesmee was the next to ponder her thoughts. After a while of biting her lip, she looked up at me with a curious smile. "Let's start with simple questions first -- is that your natural hair color?" she asked gesturing to my bright crayola colored hair. Of course I should have seen this coming though, it was a common question. Most people usually assumed it was from a box, but were shocked when I told them otherwise. My hair is a freak of nature.

I smiled awkwardly, "Yes, I've never dyed my hair before." The reactions I got were all the same, not fully convinced and/or shocked, as they tilted their heads to the sides and focused on my hair. I sighed, "It's the truth. I was born with this hair color." I said, lifting a piece of my hair up as if to demonstrate.

Bella bit her lip, still focusing on my hair with a scrunched up face. "I really like your hair, it's unique." Renesmee nodded, "And cool," she added.

"I agree with them, it totally compliments your skin and eye color, too."

I blushed a little, glad that they took that side of opinions rather than the side that hated it and used my hair color to make up insulting nicknames for me. 'Fire crotch' was a commonly used term, that aggravated me to no end.

"Thanks," I told them with a smile.

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We went on talking about unimportant details of my life for who knows how long. When we were finally finished with the chat session, we all went down stairs.

It seemed that everyone was congregating in the living room again as we walked down stairs. Following after Alice, Bella and Renesmee, I walked into the room. Demetri's mood seemed to brighten a little when I walked in, and that made me happy.

I was just a little bothered though because as I walked in they all stopped talking, which immediately gave me the feeling that had just talking about me. Eh, oh well.

As I went over to sit beside Demetri on the couch, it seemed as though Emmett was in the same good mood as he was before. "Hey, Adalia, I came up with some nicknames for you." he said with a sly smile on his face.

"Oh, and what are those?" I asked as I sat down, watching Demetri roll his eyes at his brother.

"There's Smalls, Red, and Little Red. I kind of like Little Red, because it's like little red riding hood." he said, while pulling an imaginary hood over his head. He was clearly meaning about my red hair. I rolled my eyes at him dramatically, "Very clever" I stated sarcastically.

"Calm down, Little Red, I know how you red heads are fiery little things." My face fell into a sort of frown. Good god, I hated stereotypes. I knew he was joking though, so I quickly tried to cover up the frown.

I gave a smirk, "Very funny, but I assure you that stereotypes aren't always true for everyone."

He tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. He began to open his mouth to talk, but Demetri gave him a warning glance.

I sat back in the chair, and was very aware of the contact when my arm brushed against Demetri's. Temperature aside, the closeness and connection between us seemed to send electricity between our bodies, tingly and cold and hot all at the same time.

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After talking to his family for a while and losing track of the time, I started to feel light headed and warm, although I was right beside Demetri and his coldness. Demetri eyed me suspiciously, clearly noticing my sudden dizziness and how I felt weird.

"Whoa," I said, "I feel dizzy." Demetri studied me, but all the while my head spun faster and a painful head ache joined the chaos. I heard murmuring of voices all around me as I shut my eyes. "She's sick..." a voice said.

I began coughing, and suddenly my body felt like it was burning at twice the temperature that a normal person should be. My head felt like it was going to explode. I slumped back in my seat, I wanted to sleep away the pain. I couldn't think straight at all with all of the chaos going on in my body.

I opened my eyes though to look at Demetri, who was now staring at me eyes wide with concern. I forced a smile at him, and he only looked sad and truly worried. He cared about me, I thought. He really cared about me.

He worked up a confident and caring look as he moved his hand to my forehead to press down. The coolness of his hand was a shock to my overheated body and I flinched, as did he. His cold hand was so much colder than I last remembered it being. He shot his family and me a look that said this was an emergency.

With no hesitation, Demetri jumped out of his seat gracefully and walked into another room. I opened my eyes quickly in response and looked after him confused, my head spinning. Out of the growing chaos in my head, a voice broke through. "We'll have you stay here until you feel better. Carlisle can help you more conveniently if you stay here tonight."

I looked toward the voice to find Esme and the rest of the family watching me with faces full of concern. Carlisle was missing too. I felt myself drift in and out of consciousness, while trying to keep myself awake. Soon Demetri came bursting through the door with a handful of supplies. He sat down next to me, taking out a thermometer and a damp wet cloth and ice.

He laid the damp cloth on my forehead when I leaned back, and with a shock I realized that this cloth was cold, probably to cool me down and sooth my headache.

My eyes were closed now, and covered with the cloth. I felt something poking at the opening of my mouth, trying to have me open it. I obeyed, and as a long shape entered my mouth, I realized that it was the thermometer.

I started to drift to sleep again, but was interrupted with a jolt as I was nudged and shaken gently. "Don't fall asleep, Adalia. You need to stay awake." I heard a voice that wasn't Demetri's say. Carlisle, I guessed.

After a while of having the thermometer under my tongue, it beeped. I felt someone take it out of my mouth gently, and Carlisle announced the temperature. "106 degrees," he told the room. There was a sudden quietness and awkward pause in the room as the information sunk in.

A familiar females voice, though I couldn't tell who it was, because I was too out of it and sounds were beginning to blend together, was the first to talk. "Wait... isn't 106 degrees like a death zone? Isn't it so dangerous that it can basically fry your brain?"

I realized with a pain in my chest that this wasn't even close to normal. Oh my god, if I get brain damage....

"Yes, Renesmee," said Demetri after a long, painful pause. "It's hot enough to kill someone." Every word that he spoke was quiet and painful to even listen to. His words where filled with a deep pain and worry.

Carlisle's voice sounded over everyone else's murmurs, urgent and in charge. "We need to get her cooled down. Demetri, can you draw a bath of cold water for her to soak in while I get ice to put in? Since we're at home, we must do this the old fashioned way."

I grimaced; my brain was working well enough to know that it would be awful to take a bath, especially in this position, in a tub of ice. I got the shivers just imagining it.

My eyes were still closed, trying to relax and not strain myself to keep them open. Suddenly, someone picked me up into their arms as if I didn't weigh anything and, quickly, I might add, carried me up the stairs and into another room.

I opened my eyes and found myself in a large bathroom. I was laid out on the rug, as Demetri was leaning over the Jacuzzi tub running freezing cold water. He turned around and then looked lost as to what he should do. He looked up making a face and looked stressed out.

He finally looked at me, realizing that I had my eyes open. Slowly, choosing his next words carefully, he said, "We need to put you in the tub, but I don't think that having all of your clothes on would be wise..." he said. I realized what he was trying to get across. Being the gentleman that he is, he didn't want to strip me of all my clothes without my consent. He said it awkwardly as if it was very wrong of him. Feeling a bit of strength that I knew wouldn't last, I saved him the trouble.

"Underwear." I croaked out. He looked up at me, confused at first and then unsure if he really should. He probably felt like seeing me in my underwear would be violating me. Surprisingly, I really didn't even care if he saw me naked. There are more important things going on, I needed to make sure I didn't die from my brain being fried before I began worrying about modesty. I trusted Demetri, anyway. I wasn't self conscious about that right now, that would be pointless.

Carlisle, Edward, Jasper and Emmett burst through the door with large bags of ice. The entire family stood in the hallway watching with worry written all over their faces, scared for me. I took my attention off of them and to Demetri. I looked at him straight in the eyes, holding his gaze so that I could get it through to him confidently. "Underwear." I told him with my last bit of strength. All of the pain surged and increased, and with a gasp, I found the light room darkening as I blacked out.

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My consciousness was only a dim flicker, who knows how long later. I heard bits and pieces of mumbled voices, and it seemed very dream-like. "It's a miracle that she's even alive..." said one male voice. "....We need to make sure this doesn't happen again...."

"... it won't work..." said a frustrated and scared female voice. "I can't see her, she's blocked out of my visions...... like Renesmee and Jacob." She seemed to be getting more frantic and worried as she was talking. Who is this 'she' that she's talking about?

Another voice, a male's voice I didn't recognize, began talking. ".... Does that mean that she's like them? A hybrid? Or does that mean she really isn't there anymore."

"I don't know..." said the female's voice painfully. Gradually, my consciousness came back to me, and I was more awake. The voices were coming more clearly to me and I knew what was going on. The people in this room were talking about me.

There was a long, pained silence as the people in the room pondered this. Finally, a very familiar male voice shocked me by its nearness to my ear. "She won't die, we can't let that happen. I won't let that happen."

Suddenly, I was able to feel again. There was a light sheet of fabric laying over me, and, oddly enough, there was a body pressed against me, keeping me cooled off. I scrunched up my forehead, confused. "We know that, and we won't either...." began another male voice, but was interrupted by me flickering my eyes open. As I did, the whole room paused and their attention was on me, staring at me. I must have been out a long time.

I felt like I had hit my head, my eye lids still heavy. I looked around, confused, at the staring faces. "You're awake," stated that familiar voice that was so close to me. I quickly jerked over towards the person. Demetri.

He was right next to me, hugging onto me with his arms around me. I felt like my heart was about to melt from the closeness of our bodies. I took in my surroundings. Demetri and I were lying on a couch in a small living room type room that wasn't the same one we'd been in earlier. The whole family was tightly packed into the room, some pacing or sitting stress-fully.

I looked back to Demetri, "What's going on?" I asked, my voice a little raspy. "How long have I been out for?"

They all stared back at me sadly, obviously their previous discussion about my possible death getting to them. My death...

Demetri looked at me with a warm look in his eyes, trying to comfort me. "You've been unconscious for most of the night." he said gently.

I nodded solemnly, glancing down at the closeness of our bodies. We both were sharing a light colored and thin sheet that was draped over us. Demetri noticed the questioning look in my eyes, and began to explain.

"We put you into the ice bath for a while, but we had to take you out before you got hypothermia. You're temperature has gone down, but it's still rather high. This," he gestured down, "is because, well.." he said, struggling for the words. "Since I'm much cooler than you, we figured it would help keep your temperature down." His frown turned up into a little sad smile. "It's kind of like that old trick to stay close to people to use each other's body heat to stay warm, only we're using my lack of heat to cool you down."

I smiled back at him, trying to brighten his mood, but obviously still a little out of it.

"We called your father to see if he would agree to letting you stay for a while until you get better. We think that would be wise if you were to stay here, so that we could take care of you if this were to happen again. He agreed and he'll come by tomorrow." Esme told me. She gave me a warm, motherly but sad smile, "He's very worried about you, as are we."

I felt tired and overwhelmed. I still couldn't think straight, but that wasn't because of any pain. I couldn't feel any pain anymore, actually. I was just overwhelmed with this turn of events. I felt drowsy and empty, like I'd just slept away a huge part of my day and didn't fully understand what was going on.

Putting my hand to my head, I said, "You were all talking about something when I was waking up... what was that?" I said, trying to remember. "Something about me... dying?" I choked on the last word. I really didn't feel like that was a possibility right now, I just felt exhausted, confused and overwhelmed. As I mentioned the idea of my death, Demetri's arms around me seemed to tighten possessively, like he was holding onto me for dear life involuntarily.

"Do you have a headache again?" asked Carlisle, ignoring my question but the sad look in his face told me he did that on purpose to change the subject.

"No," I shook my head, "I don't have a headache, I'm just trying to think. What were you guys talking about?"

They all exchanged looks, obviously pained by the question. Demetri looked at me, his sad warm eyes staring into my own with worry. "We don't know if you're going to die, and that might not be a possibility. But tonight, it was a miracle you didn't. Your temperature went up so high that it's really even a miracle that your brain cells are still working, let alone the fact that your heart is still beating and you're breathing."

I looked down, letting the information sink in. After a while, I looked up to them. "I don't feel like I'm going to die, I don't think I will."

Demetri shook his head. "I won't let that happen, either way." I let my lips turn up into a smile at the way that he said that so passionately. He wanted me around, and it was more than just the regular person not wanting someone to, well, die. He wanted me around, me. Not just the idea of a human life being preserved. I almost felt like crying in happiness, happy that someone besides my actual family seemed to care about me so much. Especially someone I cared about myself so much like Demetri. I wouldn't let anything happen to him, either.

"I trust you." I whispered, more to myself than to him. He caught that, though, and he jerked his head up at me in surprise and his frown slowly changed into a smile. That spark of happiness in him made me extremely satisfied and happy that my trust mattered to him.

The rest of the room waited quietly to speak for a moment. Carlisle was the first to speak after the silence.

"So we'll have you stay here for the time being, just to make sure everything goes well. It probably won't be for too long, but we just wanted to be safe." He looked around at his family members, "I think that we'd better leave so that you can rest."

He said goodbye and that he wished me well before he left. The rest of the Cullen's followed with a chorus of good-byes and something along the lines of "I hope you feel better soon". After they all left, I realized that me and Demetri were alone in the cozy room, cuddled up next to each other.

I looked into his eyes, and he seemed to be realizing the same thing. Although, this seemed to be something he's been thinking about far longer than I had. "So... what are we going to do now?" I asked with a little smile. It was almost awkward being this close to him, yet it was extraordinarily enjoyable. I like how our bodies fit together, soft against hard. He made me feel small and delicate, which at the moment, I really enjoyed. I just liked being close to him; being in his arms.

I was more sensitive to his touch now; I could really feel his arms around me and the way we were pressed against each other. My heart melted with the way it felt.

He smiled unconsciously, and then his smile faltered back to sadness. I wanted him to be happy, he needs to be happy. He looked down at the sheets, "I'm really sorry about this." he said. I was confused, but then he lifted up the sheets and I realized what he was worried about. Under the sheets, I was in only my underwear. I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment, but my heart seemed to beat faster with an unexpected excitement. Stupid teenage hormones.

He looked guilty. "I'm so sorry I had to do that for the ice bath. I would have put your clothes back on..." he said awkwardly, looking back down at where the sheet was, obviously fully aware of my half naked body. There was a sort of longing when he looked at me, but it was smothered with guilt and pain. "I would have, but more clothes would have made your temperature hotter. And I wouldn't be doing this..." he said, gesturing to the way we were pressed against each other, "But this is helping your temperature stay down." he said sheepishly.

"Demetri..." I started, trying to lessen his guilt. "If I remember correctly, I told you to do this. My health is more important to me than my modesty." He looked away from me, still looking guilty. I sighed, and took his cheek in my hand to turn his head to me.

Looking straight in his eyes, I said, "Really, you're not taking advantage of me or anything. Because of you doing this, I'm not brain dead, or whatever the result of too-high temperatures would be. Thank you."

That seemed to do it. He looked back at me surprised, but not as sad or guilty as before. Aware of how uncovered I was, but wanting to close the distance even further, I did something that surprised even me. I hugged onto him more, holding him closer to me. I wrapped my bare legs around his, intertwining them together. He was as cold as I remembered, but I didn't even bother to ask him why. It wasn't important to me right now. It made my over heated body feel so much better and satisfied my need to be close to him, for now.

I laid my head right beneath his chin on his chest, holding onto him as if he would disappear. He was startled at first, but soon he was also holding onto me tightly. I relaxed, surprised this was even happening, and enjoyed it.

I knew that this was probably slut territory, but it wasn't just for lust or anything of that nature. Of course, I did find him incredibly attractive, but that still wasn't the main reason. It's like we connected; I wanted to be closer to him, physically and mentally. It felt nice to be this close to him. He was very cuddly and comfortable. I just wanted to hold onto him as he held me back and never let go because it was like heaven being here in his arms. It would probably be more innocent if I were in clothes, but oh well, I guess

In my ear, he whispered softly, "You really shouldn't trust me, you know."

This made me look up at him, my face inches above his as I looked into his eyes. "I don't agree with you. And even if I did, that wouldn't change the fact that I do trust you. I trust you with my life."

He turned our bodies into a different position, so that instead of me looking down at him, he was over me. He looked into my eyes with an intensity that filled my soul, "You shouldn't" he repeated, gently but seriously.

I laid my head back on the soft pillow, and I prepared myself to mimic his intensity as I stared back into his eyes. Instead, the way he was looking at me caught me off guard. He looked at me with adoration in his eyes as he looked into mine. The melting feeling came back.

He rested his hand on my cheek gently as he lay nearly on top of me. With our eyes still locked, he began leaning down to me. I held my breath as he slowly got closer, my heart beat racing. His lips were right above my own. I closed my eyes, preparing to feel the touch of his lips on mine. When I didn't feel anything, I opened my eyes to see him paused with barely any space between his lips and mine. I wanted so badly to just close the distance.

He hesitated, and quickly changed the direction of his focus from my lips to my forehead. He placed a small and gentle kiss on my forehead, and then looked back to me.

"You should rest now." he told me. I was disappointed, but I was too surprised to argue. Besides, it would be pointless; I was exhausted. I inhaled deeply after holding my breath while waiting for the kiss as I gave up. He switched positions again so that he was on his back and so that I could comfortably lay next to him without him squishing me.

I wasn't going to give up on the closeness though, so I continued to hold him tightly and laid my head on his chest. Even though he was hard and cold, he was extremely comfortable to me. I felt like I could just lay with him forever.

His face was contorted with that sadness that was so familiar to me now. Frowning in silence, I stared at the window. The moon stood in the middle of the blackened and mysterious night sky, surfacing from the darkness. It lit up the night with all of its beauty, while it was surrounded by darkness all around it.

In a way, the moon was very much like Demetri. He lit up my life, with all of his mysterious beauty and the joy that he brought to me. He didn't even have to try to make me happy, it all happened naturally. Like the moon lighting up the night sky, he lit up my life. But this was when he wasn't hiding behind the darkness of his life, or in the moon's case, the darkness of the night.

He doesn't see that beauty in himself that I see every day, and on more than one occasion has led me to believe he thinks he's something less than wonderful. His life is filled with darkness everywhere, and he always seems so alone and sad. Metaphorically speaking, Demetri is the moon.

I let my thoughts surround me, as I eventually drifted off to sleep while we held each other in our arms in the moon light.


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