I woke up in a special hospital room, the bright sunlight streaming through the window. I had a white arm cast now, but other than that I was fine.

"I wonder if they always keep a room open for me." I thought aloud, sitting up and feeling the sharp pain of bruises on my back. They'd, thankfully, given me a room with a shower and had Kylie bring me some clothes. The clothes in question were laying in a plastic bag, a small note on it. The note read 'Maka chose the clothes out. Make sure to call us when you wake up. -Kylie P.S. Don't take so long to wake up this time.'

I chuckled, picking up the bag.

Kylie

I got onto Soul's motorcycle, putting a helmet on my head.

"If Riley ever asks if you were ever asked to ride on my motorcycle and accepted the offer..." Soul began.

"I say no." I smiled, holding him close, wrapping my arms around his muscular stomach.

"Good girl." Soul smiled.

"Why do I have to wear helmet while you don't?" I asked.

"Because my older brother won't track you down if I get hurt." Soul said.

"You have an older bro-" My question was cut off when Soul loudly started the motorcycle and we shot forward. I was surprised at how fast Soul was driving and held him even closer. "Are you sure we should be going this fast?" I asked, but Soul didn't seem to notice. "Soru, slow down!" I shouted, and Soul slowed down.

A/N: Yeah, everyone calls Soul 'Soru' in their fanfiction, so I jumped on the bandwagon.

-MN1

"I have a pet name now? Sheesh." Soul said, though I could see through his cool-guy act he liked it.

I heard my phone ringing All Time Low's version of Umbrella (Riley showed me how to put songs as ringtones soon after he began walking again.)

'You had my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart/Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star/Baby, 'cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars-'

I picked up the phone quickly.

"Hey Kylie, I woke up. Did you guys sign my cast when I was asleep?" Rye asked.

"You noticed? Do you like the four-leaf clover?" I asked.

"Yeah, I love it. Hey, why is there wind in the background?" Rye asked.

"I'm going through a tunnel." I lied.

"There's a tunnel in Death City? Huh." Rye said. "Did Black Star try to write on my face?"

"Yeah. When he tried, he got Maka-Chopped. It was hilarious." I giggled.

"Wish I could've seen it." Rye said. "Why do I look like I should be in a boy-band? I mean, a wife-beater? Couldn't you have snuck my Ireland Rugby in on the sly?"

"Meh. Didn't wanna." Kylie said.

"Wow. That's the first time I ever hear you say 'wanna' instead of 'want to.'" Rye said.

"I guess I'm picking it up from Soru." I said.

"Yeah. That and riding on a motorcycle." Rye said.

"What? You know?" I asked, face burning red.

"'Course. I've ridden on a motorcycle before."

"When?"

"Not too long ago, actually. Grandpa sent me his Harley when I couldn't walk. Poor guy had no idea I was crippled at the time." Rye said. I could hear a smile in his voice.

"How did you hide a motorcycle from me?" I asked.

"You've never been in the parking garage of our apartment building in your life, have you?" Rye asked.

"We have a parking garage?" I asked.

Rye laughed. "I'll show it to ya' when you get home, but I can't drive it. Make sure Sould doesn't wreck. Love ya'."

I hung up the cell-phone knowing more about my brother than I had from talking to him for weeks.

"What'd he say?" Soul asked

"Not to wreck, and that he had a Harley Davidson from Grandpa." I said.

Soul smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "Think he'll race me?"

"I can ask him." I said. Soul parked the motorcycle, standing up. I took the motorcycle helmet off then shook my head.

Soul smiled. "You look hot with your hair all messed up."

I shook my head one more time, for good measure, and took Soul's hand.