Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'cept my character Adelaide. Which you can steal. With permission of course.

A/N: I was using lyrics in the 1st part of Until The Day I Die, and I haven't completed the song. It's a great song, by Story of The Year. I like the lyrics a lot and so I'm having them in several parts, until I complete the song. I didn't want to make one really long chapter. So you'll have a few normal ones.

Joey had driven her to the Motel 6 where she had been staying, and she got all of her belongings, which wasn't much. Her belongings consisted of a battered old notebook with poems scrawled on the pages, a picture frame with a picture of a girl in it, a beat up guitar, and of course, her clothes.

Adelaide held the picture frame close to her heart. Craig carefully pried it from her hands. "Who's this?" he asked with interest.

Adelaide smiled. "Marian." Adelaide looked at Craig shyly. Obviously she wasn't going to tell him who Marian was. Craig handed the picture back to Adelaide, and sat down beside of her. He put one of his arms across her shoulders. Adelaide's head lay gently on his shoulder, and he absentmindedly stroked her hair.

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

Craig kissed Adelaide softly on the cheek. She looked deeply into his beautiful eyes. He smiled at her.

"So you play guitar too, huh? You any good?" Craig asked, smirking. Adelaide shrugged. She nudged him and pointed to his guitar. Craig got the hint. He picked up the guitar and played a few notes. Adelaide didn't expect anything more, but he started to sing. His voice was soothing, and Adelaide felt herself drifting into a light sleep. It was like she was in a trance. Adelaide leaned back onto Craig's surprisingly comfortable floor, and closed her eyes. The last thing she heard him sing was..

We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do

When she woke up, Adelaide found Craig sleeping beside of her, and they were on his bed. Adelaide smiled sleepily, looking at the clock. It was 10 AM. Good thing it was Christmas break. Christmas. Ah, yes. Adelaide had gotten what she wanted. Craig. Or at least, she thought she had him. Did he feel the way she did?

Adelaide took out her notebook, and a pen from the bedside table. She began to write. It was a poem, about Craig. I'm writing love poems now, how lame am I? But truthfully, Adelaide enjoyed it. This giddy feeling of love. And this poem, it was actually good! Better than her dark depressing stuff. Adelaide turned the notebook to the beginning. She hadn't written this kind of stuff since then.

She didn't want to think about it. She'd had her heart broken. Sure, every girl has had her heart broken. Adelaide still couldn't bear the thought of loving again. Am I even able to love? Adelaide didn't know the answer to this question. It scared her. Maybe she wasn't ready to love again. Maybe Craig didn't feel the same way as she did. He might not love her. How can I even love him? I barely know him. Adelaide just knew that when she looked into his eyes, there was nothing she could do to resist him. Craig, with his puppy dog eyes and his loving nature. His eyes, it was like they told a story. More importantly, his story. Adelaide knew all she ever needed to know about Craig through looking at his eyes. She didn't understand it. Was it stupid to love somebody because of how you feel when you look into their eyes? Can you love a person for that? Can a person somehow fool the person looking into their eyes? Someone could be an awful person, but if their eyes say they are wonderful, maybe somebody will fall in love with them. Adelaide didn't want her relationship based on Craig's eyes. It was stupid, idiotic, and childlike. Or was it?

Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you

But Adelaide couldn't help it. She loved him with her heart, with her soul, ever fiber of her being. All she could see was Craig. Love was such a mystery to her. She hadn't felt it in a long time. Adelaide was so scared that she was going to have her heart broken again. Love is so confusing. Adelaide thought.

Craig woke up. Adelaide was staring into space, it seemed. She was thinking. What about? Craig didn't know. Craig lifted her head up by gently pressing her chin. He looked into the depths of her eyes. Craig could see plains of love in those eyes. He also saw doubt. She was doubting something. Craig was surprised at himself. How did he know this just by looking into her eyes? Craig kissed her, something more powerful than they had the previous day. This was with his whole self. Adelaide pulled back in surprise.

"Adelaide, what are you doubting? I can see it in your eyes." Craig asked. Adelaide sighed. She didn't want to tell him. She was afraid he'd think she was stupid.

"If..you feel the same way I do." Adelaide answered, then inside she braced herself. She was prepared for the worst. Adelaide was ready for the hurt. Well, not ready for it, but she expected it to come.

"How exactly do you feel?" Craig asked again. Adelaide was freaking out inside. Can't he even tell? Or is he just doing this to drive me crazy?

"Okay, Craig," Adelaide breathed in. She felt like she was going to faint. "I think that I might..love you." Adelaide buried her face in her hands. She knew her face was turning crimson. Craig took her hands off of her face, and kissed her.

"You might? Or do you?" Craig was pushing it. Adelaide was starting to get angry. She did love him! She didn't want to love him. Because she loved him, she found herself hating him. She hated him because she felt like he was going to break her heart. Adelaide had never known real love. Heartbreak filled her life. She had been abandoned a countless amount of times. The one time she loved, Adelaide had got her heart broken.

Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much

Craig was waiting for an answer. His heart was beating in his chest, and he felt like Adelaide could hear it. But she couldn't. All she could hear was HER heart. Adelaide's face was slowly turning red again. How dare he even ask me that? He didn't even say anything about whether or not he loves me! She was thinking. If she told him and he didn't feel the same way, he'd think she was a freak. He was playing with her mind. She hated it so much! Adelaide gave in.

"I love you, Craig. There I said it. Are you happy?" Adelaide mumbled. She got up, walking towards the door. She grabbed all of her stuff and took the doorknob in her sweaty hand. Craig walked towards her, and took her stuff. He sat it on the ground.

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do

Craig looked into her eyes. "Yes, I'm happy. I love you too, Adelaide Johnson."