Dylan yawned, eyes still closed. She didn' t want her nap to end, but she had to get up sometime. But there was something weird. She had this feeling. A feeling she was being watched?

Dylan opened an eye, no one. She rolled over to the other side of the bed, Seamus.

"What the heck are you doing in here!" Seamus was going through her nightstand draws. At the moment, he was holding her journal.

Dylan stood up, grabbed the journal from his scared hands and started pushing his wheel chair towards the door.

"I'm only going to tell you this once. Stay out of my room, and my stuff." Seamus scratched his head in confusion.

"Well, if this is my home, shouldn't I be able to go through..."

"This is not your home. Your stay in only temporary." Dylan sat on the couch next the Seamus' wheel chair. There was an awkward silence between the two. Dylan breathed a sigh and started to reach for the TV remote when...

"I was right about something." Dylan raised an eyebrow.

'And that would be?"

"We're dating. Actually, we're engaged." Dylan stood up shocked at his remark.

"No were not!"

"Yes, we are. I read it in that book..."

"Don't you mean my journal?"

"I'm not finished with it yet, but it's been pretty interesting so far..." Dylan angrily made her way back into her room. She had to put locks on everything now. But she wasn't angry at the snooping, it was that comment he had made. And it was true.

Well, not anymore.

The day she'd turned Seamus in was the day he had asked her to marry him. And she had said yes. Everything seemed perfect until he murdered a man right in front of her.

She gave the ring back in his car that night and told him she wanted nothing to do with it. He threatened to kill her if she had told anyone, but of course she did.

"So when's the wedding?" Seamus called as he sat outside her door. Dylan rolled her was as she locked her night stand drawer.

"Never! We broke it off a long time ago." Dylan yelled back.

"But we're still dating right? And if not, why are you keeping me here?" Dylan breathed a frustrated sigh as she opened the door.

"Cause no one else wanted you." Seamus' eyes traveled to his remaining foot. He stared at it a minute, pondering what Dylan had just said.

"So, I have no friends?" Dylan shook her head no. "No family?" Dylan shook her head again. "So, I'm unwanted. Here too..." Seamus started pushing his wheel chair back to the couch.

Dylan followed.

"Um, Seamus. I didn't mean it like that. I just, well...." He looked up at her with depressed eyes. Dylan heaved a sigh. "...I want you."

His frown faded into a smile. "Really? You do want me?"

Dylan nodded, stressed, as she sat on the couch next to Seamus. Seamus instantly picked himself up and sat on the couch closer to Dylan.

"So, how do you want me? In a friendly kind of way or a friendlier kind." Dylan raised an eye brow at him. She actually didn't know the answer to that question. She had really liked Seamus. I mean really. And she was still kind of attracted to him. But there was no way she was going start their relationship back up. What if Seamus regained his memory?

"Seamus..." Dylan rested her hand on his shoulder in a comforting sort of way. "We're just friends. A long time ago, we were dating. But not anymore, ok?" Seamus nodded disappointed, but then immediately perked up.

"Oh, I didn't tell you. I remembered something!" Dylan bit her lip anxiously.

"And what exactly was that?"

"My birthday! December 25th." Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"Um, Seamus. That's Christmas. You're birthday is April 27th." Seamus scratched his head in confusion.

"Listen Seamus, how about I get you something to eat? I'm not a cook, so you're outta luck. But there's all ways the miracle of fast food. So, McDonalds or Burger King?"