Chapter Nine: I Swear, This Time I Mean It

"If luck is on my side tonight, my clumsy tongue will make this right. And risk the touch, it isn't much, but it's enough to form imaginary lines. You forget your scars and forget mine. The hours change so fast, oh God, please make this last." –Mayday Parade

A high white ceiling is what my eyes open to.

As well as the satisfying feeling of memories flooding into my head.

I pop up and smile brightly at Will and Danny, my eyes falling on Arthur, who is approaching me carefully. I rip out the needle in my wrist and throw my arms around his neck. "I remember!" I finally proclaim.

Danny and Will huff sighs of relief and Arthur holds me tightly.

"You did it," I whisper in his ear. "I swore, and that time I meant it," he answers back.

"I can't believe you did it!" I gush to Arthur. For some reasons, tears form in my eyes. I go over and hug Danny and Will as well.

"Oh my God, that was so scary," I breathe as my heart thumps against my chest.

"Anyone up for victory breakfast?" Arthur asks with a smile. We all nod.

After getting kicked out of the diner down the street, because Will flicked scrambled eggs in Arthur's face, causing him to whip a home fry back. And a food fight ensued. Needless to say, we haven't been invited to come back anytime soon.

We all head back to Will's house. Arthur and I go watch a movie in the living and the boys get dressed to head to the gym.

As soon as the boys are upstairs, Arthur looks at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're just acting…different."

"I am?" I ask with the unsure thoughts in my head spilling their emotion into my words.

Arthur is taken aback. "Don't worry," he lies easily, "I'm sure you're fine." I nod, accepting his answer. Because I don't have the ability to accept any other.

Danny and Will jog down the stairs and enter the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Will looks at Arthur, who shakes his head. Will and Arthur hurry down the stairs while Danny and I wait at the top.

Will looks through the window and groans before flipping the door open. "Why are you here?" He asks, throwing the person against the wall and slams the door.

The blonde-haired man puts his hands up. "Easy Eames. I wouldn't be here if I had to be," he says quickly.

"So why are you here?" Will asks, annoyed.

"I need your help."

THE END.

AN: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hiatus over. for a little bit. I've been soooo busy I have had NO time to write so here's the last two chappies to attempt to make up for it. there will be one last story to my little saga. I'm actually going to take part two and make it into it's own story. And the third part, Running, will be up in an hour or so, so alert me/look on my profile for it. I know I've been gone, but since this is the last chapter, please show some love? Or at least your input? Thanks, and love you all(: I will leave these chapters here until like Friday or Thursday before they are officially in the other story, just so people get a chance to read them before they're gone. Love you all and thank you soo much for sticking around and waiting for me. x3x3x3x3

-lovinlife83