A/N: Again, thank you so much for the awesome reviews Phoenix! I'm happy that you enjoy the story so much. Anyone else who reads is more than welcome to review.

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Chapter 7 - Remains of the Night

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After a moment I remembered that neither of us had the other's phone number. I took the pen and a slip of paper out of my check book. I wrote my number on the paper and put it as well as some money in her pocket book. I didn't want her to be without in my absence. I left a note with the money explaining why it was in there. After I had finished this task I closed my eyes again and sat there in thought.

We arrived at Freya's house a more quickly than he had said we would. I opened my eyes when I felt the vibrations from the engine stop. The drive opened the door. I decided not to wake her up. She looked too peaceful. Somehow I managed to get out of the vehicle without waking her. I picked the small girl up and carried her inside. When I opened the door I saw her mother in the living room.

"Freya, ok," she asked. She was terrified.

"Yeah, she's fine. She fell asleep on the way back here." Her mother nodded to show that she understood me.

"Freya's room," she said as she pointed to the stairs and began to walk up them. I followed her into the small room and laid Freya on her own bed. Her mom smiled and said the word I had heard earlier in the night from Freya, "danke."

"You are welcome," I said to the very short woman. I sat Freya's purse and shoes on a chair. Freya's mother left the room with out saying another word. After I closed the door I walked back over to the bed where the amazing young woman slept. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes opened a little.

"Punker?"

"Yes?"

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes honey I have to. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can to see you."

"I don't vant you to go," she spoke drowsily.

"There is a piece of paper with my phone number on it in your purse. You can call me anytime you want, day or night." She smiled. I was glad to see that she felt a little better about me leaving.

"Your purse is in that chair over there. Your shoes are too," I didn't bother telling her about the money. If I had she would have refused it. She sat up in her bed.

"I'm gonna miss you Punker," she said. I hugged her.

"I'll miss you too honey," I sat there holding her for a couple of minutes.

"Eh, this ist uncomfortable," she said as when she broke the hug to adjust the dress.

"You need help getting that thing off?" She nodded. I unzipped the back of the dress for her. She said she could get it from there. She grabbed some pajamas and went into the bathroom. After a minute she returned to her room. She lay down on her bed. I pulled the cover up around her and kissed her on the forehead again.

"Good night, Freya."

"Gute Nacht."

I walked out of her room as quietly as possible she was almost asleep again. On the way out I saw her mother. I gave her mother my phone number and told her to call me if anything ever happened to Freya. She jotted Freya's number down on a slip of paper that was decorated with flowers. I thanked her and told her good-bye. I walked to the limo as quickly as I could. I knew if I didn't leave quickly I wouldn't be leaving that night.

The ride back to the hotel was a lonely one. After about five or ten minutes I couldn't take it any more. I knew I shouldn't because it was so late, but I called my little sister.

"Who the hell is this," her voice came over the line.

"You shouldn't talk to your older brother like that," I said sternly.

"Oh, hey Phil. Why are you calling so late?"

"I need to talk to someone. I thought you might listen..."

"What's going on," she asked. Her voice was full of concern.

"Sis, calm down. I'm not dieing... It's just that something happened and it sounds crazy. I'm telling you because I don't think you're judgmental."

"Ok," she said sounding unsure.

"I'm in love, head over heels..."

"With who?"

"The girl who won the win a date contest and I asked her out."

"Phil, I love you and I'm not going to stop loving you, but are you sure that was a good decision? There is a lot of risk when you date a fan..."

"I know the risks, but I love her. I really do."

"Then go for it, but be careful."

"Thanks for listening and understanding. I doubt mom and dad will though..."

"Mom might, dad won't. My advice... date her for a while before you bother telling them."

"Yeah... I'm sorry that I woke you up."

"It's no problem bro."

"I could have waited... but I'm going to let you go. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Good night."

"Night," she said before hanging up the phone. I loved my little sister. She always seemed to understand and rarely ever questioned my decisions... unless they were dangerous. That was when she stepped in.

When we hung up I was almost at the hotel. The limo came to a stop in front of the lobby. The door was once again opened for me. I thanked the driver. I knew the company would pay him for the night, but I still gave him money for putting up with us.

I walked into the lobby. It was quite. The only person I saw was the clerk. He smiled as I enter and asked how the date was.

"It was great," I said in response. I had guessed he was a fan when I signed in the other day but I wasn't positive. Now I was.

"Punk, can I have your autograph?"

"Sure thing," I said as I walked over. I signed a picture of myself and chatted with him for a moment.

"Thank you," he said as I headed toward the elevator.

"No problem," I said as I pressed the button. It was nice to know I would get to change clothes momentarily. I stepped into the elevator when the doors opened. I removed the key card from my pocket. The elevator came to a stop on my floor and I exited it. I walked down the hall to my room. I walked into the room. Amy was sitting on my bed. Before I could say hello to her she had me pinned to the floor. She was inquiring about the date. I couldn't help but laugh.

"If you'll let me get out of these clothes I'll tell you," I said still laughing.

"Ok, only if you promise to tell me everything."

"Promise," I said. She let me get up. I grabbed a pair boxers and a pair of pajama pants and headed to the bathroom to change. When I came out she had turned the TV off and was waiting impatiently. I noticed she was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers.

"I see you raided my bags again..." She laughed.

"You're clothes are more comfortable than mine," she said nonchalantly.

"You're a mess," I said as I sat on the bed next to her.

"Tell me about the date now," she exclaimed. I laughed again before relaying the details of the night. At first I was reluctant to tell her that I was now dating Freya, but I told her anyways. She didn't make a big deal out of it. She just wished me luck and told me she was happy for me. She was so cool about everything. Having her as a friend was great.

"So you gonna tell the guys or wait a while? I mean it's not too long until she'll be coming on the road with you..."

"I'll tell them if they ask, but until then I'm gonna leave it alone."

"I don't blame you. The guys can be really critical sometimes. So what about Trish," Amy inquired.

"That is someone I will gladly tell that I am dating the girl who won. Maybe she'll get pissed off enough to leave me alone then," I said as I grabbed a Pepsi. Amy laughed.

"Good luck with that. She's been all over you since day one."

"I know. I wonder why," I wondered aloud just before taking a drink of the nice cold Pepsi. It was quite tasty.

"She has this theory that you have a bigger penis than anyone else in the locker room." That was not what I had expected and it was pretty obvious. I almost choked on the Pepsi.

"WHAT," I yelled. Amy began to laugh hysterically.

"Well that's what she said," Amy spat out between fits of laughter. I suddenly felt incredibly sick. The thought of sleeping with Trish... At that moment I made a run for the bathroom. As the contents of my stomach emptied into the toilet I saw the image of myself and Trish again. That made me even sicker. After a few minutes there was nothing left to come up. I leaned against the bath tub. That was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard. I then heard a knock at the door.

"Punk, are you ok," Amy's voice called from the other side.

"Not really," I said. The image still hadn't left my mind. Amy opened the door and came in.

"I'm sorry Punker, but she really did say that." I shuddered at the thought. Amy rubbed my back. After a minute I stood up and flushed the toilet then brushed my teeth. Amy shook her head.

"Wow, you really don't like her, do you?"

"Do the words 'she is probably infested with 3,000 unknown STDs' answer your question?" Amy laughed.

"You need to go to bed. You look like hell," she said. I could tell she still thought my reaction was hilarious. I nodded and went into the main room of the hotel.

"I'll see you in the morning," she said as she walked toward the door.

"Later," I said. All I wanted was to lie down. After she left the thought of Trish comments slowly faded away as I thought about the date. I curled up under the cover and tried to think of some way to see Freya in the next couple of weeks. My thoughts soon drifted to Freya's graduation. I hoped that in the next few weeks I could work it out to get the weekend off. I don't know how long it took, but I finally drifted off to sleep.