Craig drove Kelsie home after the movie. They didn't talk all the way there, they just sat in silence. When they arrived, Kelsie got out, but before shutting the door. "Why don't you come in, we should talk about that kiss."

"Alright," he said shutting off his engine, and locking the doors.

As they got to the porch, they could see there were no light on, "Doesn't look like your parents are home."

"Their not, they're out of town," sounding annoyed.

"They seem to go out of town a lot," thinking that he had only met her mom once and yet to see her dad.

"Yeah, but I'm use to it. That's why Chris spent a lot of nights at my house," she said as she unlocked the door.

Craig could see the sadness she tried to hide in her eyes. Why hadn't she told him this before? "Well they shouldn't abandon you all the time."

"It's really not a big deal. It's their job." They sat in the living room; Kelsie decided it was a little chilly, so she turned on the gas fire.

"I don't really know how to start this conversation," Craig exclaimed as he sat on the floor next to her.

"Neither do I," feeling a little awkward.

"Kels you know I've liked you for a long time," he didn't want to say love because it wasn't the right time for that. "Today was the first time I've felt like you were truly ready."

"I was, and I want something to come out of this," she had being thinking about him a lot lately as something more.

He was overjoyed to hear that. It was like music to his ears.

"But I don't want it to be a big thing with everyone right now, you know how Paige is," Kelsie said rolling her eyes.

"Then why don't we keep it a secret, like it's some kind of an affair."

"I like the way you think!" putting her hand on his knee.

"Why thank you," he said pulling her closer to him.

"You're too much!"

Craig just sat there holding her, watching the fire. She looked a little distant, he knew her parents not being here was really bothering her, but he wanted her to tell him. "Kelsie talk to me, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing," she wined.

"Don't do this to me, I know there is."

She hated that he knew her so well, like Chris use to, "They always have to go out of town to these other clients. What was the point of taking a job in Toronto when half the time they're not even here? That's why I started putting my heart and soul in something because then I wouldn't have to think about how lonely I felt."

"Kels why don't you tell them how you feel?"

"I have, but they don't really get it. That's why when they said I could visit Chris whenever I wanted, so I chose my birthday. I wanted to spend that day with someone who truly cared for me."

Craig held her in her arms as tears fell onto his shirt, "You know I'll be here for you day or night, you don't have to feel this way."

"I sometimes cry myself to sleep when they're gone because I hate being in this big house by myself. It's so quiet; I sometimes even turn up the music so that I won't have to listen to the silence."

Craig kissed her on her forehead, "Yeah, well I know how you feel."

"How?"

"The reason I really don't let people in is because I'm afraid of them leaving me."

"Why?" wondering what could cause him to feel that way.

"When I was younger my mother left my dad, and ended up marrying Joey. I was left with my dad, who constantly beat me. I never felt so alone."

Putting her hand on his chest, "Hun you could have told me."

"I didn't know how to, but there's still more. My mom eventually died, so I lost touch where my sister was, and I was left to live with my father who scared me. He eventually stopped, but then I began to search for my sister with the help of Emma. When I found her I started to see her again, but my dad didn't like that he hated my sister and Joey because it reminded him that my mom left him. He totally trashed my dark room, and started hitting me again. Joey decided that it would be best if I were not to come around anymore. I thought about taking Angie to British Columbia with me," he said as she stroked the back of his neck. "One day I was with Sean I decided to play chicken with the train, I really wanted to die because living with my dad was killing me inside, but something stop me. I went to see my mom's grave instead, and just cried, wishing that she hadn't left me. Joey then offered to take me in, almost a year later my dad died in a car crash."

"I can see why you had a hard time opening up to me. You have been through so much pain, and heartache," more than anyone your age should.

She kissed him on lips, "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Why giving my secret boyfriend a kiss; making him forget about his troubles."

"Oh really," he said before she started kissing his again.

They were here alone; nobody would interrupt them this time. Kelsie had her hand on the back of Craig's neck, rubbing it gently as they made out against her couch on the floor. He began rubbing his hand up and down her outer thigh.

They didn't stop until around midnight, when Craig noticed the time. He would have to be home soon, even though he didn't want to have to leave her all alone. He stopped the kiss, "I don't want to stop, but I have to get home before curfew."

"Alright," she said as Craig pulled her up off the floor.

"Are you going to be alright, because if you don't want to be alone. I could call Joey and tell him I'm staying at one of the boys' house."

"Would you?" she said looking in his eyes. That was like an answer to her prayers. She again had someone to watch over her, as Chris had.

"Yeah."

"Thank you," she said kissing him on the lips.

They walked back into the living room, Kelsie sat on the couch while Craig went to use the phone. He came back after a few minutes, and sat on the couch too. He prompts his legs up, and Kelsie decided to move in between them, as she rested her head on his chest. Craig grabbed her hand, and intertwined his fingers with hers, as he rested his chin on her head.

"Thanks again, it's nice not to be alone."

"I would do anything for you," he said kissing her on the top of her head.

They soon fell asleep watching the fire, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, the feeling that they had someone that totally got how each other felt.