I still couldn't believe I was feeling this way about Finny, my best friend ever since we were very young, though I never understood why he picked me.

"I never knew I could feel each moment

As if it were new

Every breath that I take

The love that we make

I only share it with you

You, You, You, You."

Finny was all I ever thought about and all I ever wanted. I wanted to live my life or end it with Finny and no one else. I would have done anything he ever asked me to do. I would follow him to the ends of the earth and to forever and back if he only asked me to.

Finny was so beautiful with his cerulean hair, his charming smile, his helpful stature. The way he always cared for me and worried when something was going wrong...the way he laughed at everything, even if it wasn't even remotely funny...the way he was so...perfect...

"When I first saw you I already knew

There was something inside of you

Something I thought that I would never find

Angel of Mine You came into my life

Sent from above

When I lost all hope

You showed me love

I'm checkin for you

Boy you're right on time

Angel of Mine."

Please, God, let the song last forever, I pleaded. Don't let it ever end. Let me hold his hand just a bit longer. Let eternity start right now.

I couldn't bare the thought of living without him, or losing Finny. Life without Finny at that point seemed futile and fruitless. I felt like I would die if I was alone without him. I could never tell him, which I believed to be a much crueler fate than the alternative.

"How you changed my world you'll never know

I'm different now, you helped me grow

I look at you looking at me

Now I know why they say the best things are free

Checkin' for you boy you're right on time

Angel of Mine."

That was it. The song was over. I needed air. I needed to sit down. I needed...Finny.

I caught his glance. "You didn't fall down even once!" he exclaimed, amazed. "That was great. You really like that song, ne?"

"Must be," I responded, feeling as though I didn't have a right to use my voice.

"Are you oh-kay?" he asked me, a tinge of worry slipping through his voice.

I couldn't respond. I was too captivated by the echo of his voice bouncing around in my head. It was so wistful and beautiful at the same time.

"Do you need to sit down?" he cried, nervousness dripping from his words.

That was it. I was gone. Everything around me in the room went black.

I was floating in a sea or darkness. Everything around me seemed to be bursting out with my feelings. My world revolved around the darkness, which encompassed and was me.

I could think of nothing. Nothing, that is, except for Finny. Finny was there with me, talking to me, calling my name, begging me to follow him and leave the darkness. But, I refused. I was too comfortable in the deep and soothing blackness surrounding me.

He pleaded with me again and I finally accepted. The darkness was comforting, but the sound of Phineas' voice was more so.

I opened my eyes to slits and saw Finny staring at me, intently, worry and frustration etched across his gorgeous features.

"Gene?" he whispered, his eyes watering a little.

The music had stopped playing. I could hear the sound of ambulances in the background. There were people standing all around me, their frightened faces turning to relief.

"What happened?" was all I could manage to say.

Finny smiled and shook his head with his eyes shut. He opened them, and said, "You passed out onto the floor of the rink." He paused and grew more serious. "But what got me so upset was that you just got so pale all of a sudden. You still look pretty pale," he mentioned, reflectively, "but a lot better than you did."

Two men in hospital uniforms wheeled a stretcher over towards me.

"I think I'm oh-kay, now," I said, quietly.

"Sorry," one of them stated, "but we got the call and we are required to admit you to the hospital staff."

Finny shrugged and tried to suppress a grin. He was loving all the misfortune I was going through. He probably would have rather it be him getting all the attention so he could feign some abnormal injury and get even more attention.

"What about Finny?" I asked them, knowing he wouldn't want to be left out. "Can he come to?"

"What relation is he?" the other paramedic asked.

"I'm his brother," Phineas lied with a stone-serious face.

"You can come if you stay out of the way," the first responded, sounding slightly annoyed with him.

They lifted me onto the stretcher in one quick movement. Soon after that, I was in the back of the ambulance, along with Finny, who was still enjoying himself far too well. I could do nothing but lay back and relax while the EMTs took my blood pressure and pulse.