Matt let out a chuckle, of course he cared about Kris but she was being so ridiculous. Kris heard matt's laughter from under her used tissues and many pillows. Slightly miffed, she sat up and crossed her arms.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

"Kris, you are making everything way to complicated. You're such a girl!"

"I'm not, Junior told me how he felt and I pushed him away again, and then I called out and he kept walking. I finally pushed him too far."

"There you go again, Junior loves you. He isn't some crazy bi-polar monkey. He didn't change his mind in the two months he's been wallowing; he didn't change his mind now so go get him." Matt sometimes felt like Kris and Junior were too fickle to be with each other, but when they were together he saw how happy they were. There was a time where Kris made him feel that way but they had developed into much better friends. Kris thought about it, Junior was worth fighting for, right? When they were good they were good, but as soon as things got tough Kris bailed. She wiped her face onto her sleeve. Gross, she had the puffy red eyes from crying, a runny nose, and not to mention her hair was a serious mess. "Junior is staying at my house until the lease for his new apartment clears, so you know where to find him." Matt offered.

"New apartment?" Kris felt her heart tighten.

"Yeah Juniors on this new, I'm not living with my dad craze." She couldn't decide how she felt about this. Guilty, because she knew junior was doing this for her, the last thing she wanted to do was create family problems for Junior. Loved, because he was doing it for her, she couldn't stand how much power Ken Davis had over Junior. Two months ago Junior had begged her to move in to an apartment with him, now he was actually doing it. Matt stood up and threw the garbage can at her.

"Clean yourself up a bit first, you look like shit." Then he turned and left. It was brutally honest, and a little mean, but it was exactly what she needed. Matt had a funny way of making things seem so simple, and she knew exactly what she had to do.

He heard her tread before he saw her. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. Junior had this funny third sense of knowing where Kris was. It was because he knew her so well. This small clearing next to the stream had been a favorite spot, which they frequented in the short time they dated. He knew that she would show up there eventually, she was second nature to him. Hearing her plop onto the ground he was tempted to look up, but he went right on tearing petals from the little daisies.

Kris couldn't help but let a tiny smile slip onto her face, watching him tear out petals like she had when she was a child. Carefully she sat down next to him leaned up against a log. She grabbed a daisy and pulled off the petals.

"She loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you, she loves you…" she said as she dropped the last petal. Still looking down she found his hands and gave him the stem. Their eyes met, and neither had to say much. Talking always seemed to mess things up. Junior placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in, gently for a kiss. Kris surrendered her body to junior's expert hands. She tingled all over from his touch, something about him made her feel thirsty. A thirst that only he could quench.