Michelle rolled onto her left side. And then onto her right side. Her eyes began to flutter as she was coming out sleep. OH MY GOD MY HEAD HURTS LIKE A BITCH!! AHHHhhh!!! She thought to herself. She flipped onto her stomach and put her hands on her head. Then she noticed something. The pillow her face was in was very fluffy. The pillow she usually sleeps with is thin and flat. But she decided not to think anything of it. She turned again to the left so she could look outside, but when she opened her eyes, all she saw was a wall. She sat straight up. THIS SIN'T MY BED??! THIS ISN'T MY ROOM!!!!! OH MY GOODD! She was about to scream, when she saw Craig laying on the ground, asleep. She was very confused, until she figured out she was in Craig's room. She was also in Craig's boxers, and what must be Craig's white beater. She stood up, but then sat back down. She was very dizzy.

"Craig?"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh, hey."

"What. The. Fuck. I'm in your bed. I'm also in your clothes. Did we….."

"No! No! Of course not! Don't you remember the party?"

"Vaguely."

"You passed out. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want you to get in trouble, so I brought you here, Joey called your mom and said you were staying the night. When we brought you up here, you woke up briefly. You didn't want to sleep in your clothes you said. So I gave you some boxers and a beater. You fell asleep then. I slept on the floor. Everything cool?"

"Yeah…whatever. I just want to go home."

"Okay?"

She stood up and headed for the door. Wow, she's acting mighty weird. Nothing compares to the way she acted last night though.

"I'll see you on Monday, Craig."

"you're going home in my clothes?"

"I'll give them to you on Monday."

"It's freezing out."

"Craig! Stop! I'm just…I'm going home, okay?"

"Yeah, sure….See you on Monday."

Michelle walked down the stairs, slipped on her shoes, put on her coat, and walked home. She didn't want to stay there any longer. Oh god, what have I done. How could I be so dumb? I was just so rude to Craig, too. I didn't even say thank you. Michelle wrapped her arms around herself as she headed home.

Craig watched out his window as she walked home.

"Nice job, Craig. You fucked up again. Somehow, somewhere since last night, you did something wrong. Surprise, surprise." Craig said aloud to himself. Why do I always ruin everything? Even without trying? I can't don anything right, and I chase everyone away. I hate myself so much. Everyone would get along just fine if I wasn't around.

When Michelle got home, she took off her coat, threw it on the ground, went to her room, shut the door, crawled into bed, and cried herself to sleep. When she woke up it was really early Sunday morning. She had slept all day. Why am I so upset? I just…ughhh…I can't stand it! I'm so horrible. I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being. She went over and looked in the mirror. And I'm fat. She went downstairs to get a glass of orange juice. Her mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee, getting ready to go to work.

"Hey, pumpkin. I haven't seen you in awhile…sweetie, are you sick? You look awfully pale. Now that I think about it, you look awfully skinny too. Are you sick?"

"No, mom, I'm fine. I've just been….active. You know how that works."

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh…anyways, I better get going, I'll be home early today. Have a nice day!" She kissed Michelle's forehead.

"Yeah, you too, mom."

Michelle went upstairs and took a shower. Her brother was away for the weekend, thank goodness. This way she didn't have to deal with anyone that day. After she took a shower, she pulled on some lounging clothes and went into the living room. She curled up on the couch and put in her favorite movie, A Walk to Remember. By the end she was crying so hard, like usual. It didn't matter how many times she saw it, she always cried. Just then, the phone rang. Michelle picked it up and was about to answer it when she looked at the caller ID. It said: Jeramiah, Joseph. It was Craig. Not only did she not want to talk to ANYONE, that day, she especially didn't want to talk to Craig. In the next three hours, Craig called five more times. Michelle eventually just turned the ringer off. Just as she was getting up to go to the bathroom, someone knocked on the door. She slowly went over to it and opened it.

"Hi."

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"I called six times."

"Obsessive, much?"

"What?"

"Craig, I just want to be left alone for a little while, okay?"

"I get that, trust me, I do, but what's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just don't feel like myself."

She disappeared from the door for a minute and then came back, handing Craig a plastic bag with stuff in it.

"Here, I washed your clothes."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem. So I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure."

As Michelle shut the door, Craig stuff his hands in his pockets and walked off her porch, to his house. He went into the garage, grabbed his guitar, a note book, and sat down. He began writing a song.

When Craig left, Michelle shut the door and sat against it. ughh! What's wrong with me?!?! I can't stand this.

When Michelle got to school on Monday, she noticed people were looking at her funny. For one thing, people never even noticed her, and now when they saw her, they would whisper. She wondered if it was because of the way she was dressed, if she forgot something, or what. She had no idea what was going on. She went to her locker and began un locking it when Craig showed up at his locker.

"Hey."

"Hey, Craig."

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry…about yesterday…and Saturday. I can't help but screw up."

"Forget about it."

"Alright."

As Michelle was taking off her coat and putting it in her locker, Craig decided to say something.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You act like you like me, then turn me down. Comfort me, then try to have sex with me in a bathroom at a party. I cover for you when you get drunk, you don't thank me. I care if you are okay, and you just act cold. Also, you're deteriorating. You've lost a lot of weight since we met. Are you anorexic?"

"Oh. My God. You are one to talk. How can you be like this to me, Craig? I thought we were friends? I care about you. A lot. I don't think I've ever cared about someone as much as I care about you."

"Sounds like bullshit."

"Well It's not!"

"Prove it."

"Craig, c'mon. Don't do this."

"Do what? Be honest?"

"Craig, obviously something is upsetting you…"

"Yeah, you're upsetting me. I like you, I really like you, and you just…."

"Craig- -"

"Just, drop it."

Craig stopped talking and started hitting his head against his locker over and over. WHAT THE FUCK, CRAIG? WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY THAT SHIT TO HER?!?! She is the only person that cares about you, and you just hurt her. Look at her, Craig. Look at her.

"Look at me Craig."

He looked. Tears were welling up in her eyes. And little did he know, tears were welling up in his eyes too.

"Michelle, I don't know why I just said that. I was just….so angry with you. And I--" Before Craig could finish, they were interrupted. Ashley, Marco, and Paige were standing in front of them.

"Can't keep your hands off something, can you Craig?" Ash said.

"What?" Craig said in confusion.

"Don't play dumb, Craig." Paige said. Then she turned to Michelle.

"And you! You…..you….slut!"

"What the hell!" Michelle yelled.

"Oh Come on! You and Craig go into a bathroom. Alone. People hear sounds being made on the door. You end up passed out, then spend the night at Craig's house?" Paige was suggesting the worst.

"You've got to be kidding me, Paige. Where do you get this shit from?"

Craig looked at Marco.

"Marco….no…man! What did you say!"

"Nothing! I didn't….they saw us carrying her, asked what happened. I just filled in the blanks."

Craig was so furious he couldn't even speak.

"You-uh----Marco--why--uhhhh! We didn't do anything!"

"Right Craig, " Ash said, "Just like you and Manny didn't do anything and that didn't end up with her having an abortion." Ash looked at Michelle. "Good luck."

Paige and Ashley walked away. Marco tried to explain, but Craig told him to leave. Michelle slid down her locker and onto the floor, with a blank expression on her face. Craig sat down next to her.

"Michelle-"

"No, Craig. No. I obviously did something horrible in my life that I'm paying for now."

"But you didn't do anything wrong!"

"I, did, I did. I moved here."

"No, don't even try to think that that was a mistake. You moving here was the greatest thing that has happened to me. I've wanted to die for the past few months, and when I'm with you….I don't."

"Don't lie to me to try and make me feel better."

"I'm not! I swear!"

The bell rang.

"Michelle, we really should go. I don't want you to get in trouble. I don't want me to get in trouble."

"Whatever." Michelle had a defeated look on her face.

In Ms. Kwan's class, today was the day the students read from their journals.

"Okay class, who's first?"

No one raised their hand.

"Fine. Michelle, why don't you read from yours."

Michelle stood up.

"These are lyrics I wrote a while ago…..After all I've been through, It's really hard to say, How I feel about this; How I make it through the day. After all I've seen and heard, be it as it may, I know only one thing for sure, I'm not gonna stay. And after all this time of wondering, How you are today, No matter how much I regret, I wasn't gonna stay. But maybe I'll come back someday, And see you again, Look at your face. And I'll think…to myself….I'm gonna stay." Michelle sat back down. She looked over at Craig. He was looking right back at her.

"Thank you Michelle."

Craig was the last person to go.

"I have lyrics for a song I wrote yesterday….If I died today would you cry? If I died today would you die? Today was just a day in the life, And if I cut it up, With a metaphorical knife, I would find that it is just the same, As everyday in this life-like game. If I died today would you cry? If I died today would you die? Today I woke up, and let out a sigh, Because that is proof last night I didn't die, I can still wait for tomorrow, Maybe then I'll lose the sorrow. Would you cry? Would you die?" Craig closed his journal and sat down. He couldn't bare to look at Michelle. He knew what she was thinking.