:Jade's point of view:
You sighed hopelessly as you walked back your hotel room. You saw Davey laying on your bed. He looked up at you and smiled and said, "So I heard you and Aimee got caught. It's about time. Has anything changed between you?"
You shook your head and said, "No, it's still like nothing has happened,"
Davey said, "Oh well. I know you'll catch your chance eventually. She seems to be opening up a little. She'll weaken after a little time,"
"Who?" you turned and saw Aimee standing in the doorway to the door that connected their room to yours. You shut your eyes and mumbled excuses as she then yelled, "I don't know what you two are trying to pull but it needs to stop because I'm sick of being confused!"
She then stomped out of the room as you rolled your eyes and said, "God damn, someone needs a pill," before picking up the Tylenol and popping two down your throat.
You exhaled as you lied down onto the bed as Davey scooted over and got off and walked over to his own bed.
He shut off his light and said, "Good night, Jade. Sweet dreams...hopefully no wet ones."
You threw a pillow at him and laid your head against the headboard as you looked up at the ceiling and daydreamed for a while before falling to sleep.
A few weeks later, you flew back to Berkeley and went home for a little while before giving in to Davey's constant whining about how he needed more eyeliner and vegan food because he was sick of eating out all the time. But he had an interview to do in a half hour and didn't have enough time to run to the other side of town, which is where you came in. You were the only one who could drive without nearly killing someone on the way. So that left you with a laundry list of things to get while there. But because everyone was busy today so that left you spending the day with Aimee and Shaquell.
So as you walked out to the car, you heard Shaquell and Aimee talking about 'girly' stuff.
"I've always wanted to razor my hair in the back but everyone always gives me shit because I look like a guy. I don't think I look like a guy...so what the hell?" you over heard Aimee say.
"Oh my god, I know what that's like. I mean, what is wrong with shorthaired girls? They assume that just because your hair is a little shorter than the usual, that it makes you less of a girl," Shaquell agreed.
You bit your lip and said, "I think short hair is hot."
They looked at you with their eyebrows raised with a look of 'Okay...' on their faces. You sighed awkwardly as you hopped into the car and put the key in the ignition. You reached towards the radio and switched it on and played a home CD you made yourself. As you clicked it on, the song that played was "Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss"
This excited Aimee and Shaquell in the backseat, who joyfully started singing along. You smiled as you watched Aimee giggle excitedly. Shaquell then said, "Wow Aimee, you're really happy today. Did you have a Bookoo this morning?"
Aimee leaned against the door while holding her stomach from laughing.
"Maybe..." she cooed as you kept your eye on the road while sneaking peeks on what was going on through the rearview mirror.

When you got to the store, Aimee and Shaquell instantly grabbed a shopping cart and started racing each other around as you tried to focus on the items you needed. But as you watched Shaquell race Aimee who was standing high on her knees with her arms spread out as she cried out, "I'm the feminist of the world! Fear me, reckless mortals!"

You ran after them and yelled playfully, "Be careful, little girl! You might be injured by the manic shopping cart of DOOM!"

She turned and looked at you smiling widely, making your heart drop and your breath shorten as you ran after them. Then Shaquell let go of the cart, which leads to the cart crashing into the huge pyramid of cans that fell on top of Aimee.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" you asked as you approached the wrecked scene. Aimee dug herself out of the cans and holding her head she said, "I'm fine…but we're going to get ourselves kicked out before we even buy anything!"

You reached out and helped her up as she placed her hand on her head and said, "Ow, the Monster size ravioli can hit me on the forehead. I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk it off."

She tried walking a few steps before mentioning, "I don't feel good," before bending over and spewing 32 ounces of Bookoo onto your Adidas. You rolled your eyes towards the ceiling and sighed before saying, "This is not a good sign…Aimee," you lifted her chin towards you and brushed he hair behind her ear and continued, "You might have a concussion,"

You saw a worried look in her eyes as Shaquell started panicking.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I thought you'd jump off before it reached the cans!" she cried out while you lead Aimee towards a bench. You shook your head and said, "don't blame yourself. It could've happened to anyone. I mean, I've had a concussion before,"

"How? What'd you do?" she asked, suddenly curious.

You bit your lip and looked at the ceiling and said, "Oh nothing too bad…I just kung fu'd myself with my tuning peg and had to get stitches."

She started laughing and said, "Well, that was smart! Gosh, you need to be a little more careful, Jadeykins, or you might do some serious damage to your brain,"

You rolled your eyes and smirked before saying, "I think I've already done enough damage to my brain to consider myself mentally disabled."

You heard a slight chuckle from Aimee who you turned to see was slightly struggling as she tried to laugh off the pain.

You sighed and said, "I'll be right back. Shaquell, watch her, will you? I've got to go purchase this crap for Davey and everyone."

You then walked over and placed the basket of stuff on the counter as the lady rang up your stuff. But before she mentioned your total, she said, "Um, are you Jade Puget from AFI?"

You nodded slowly as she said, "Oh I see. Look, it's no big deal about the cans. We have someone cleaning it up now so you're not in trouble or anything!"

You smiled and said, "I'm really sorry about that. Here, I hope this covers the expense," and handed her a 50 dollar bill. She stared at it for a second and mumbled, "Oh no, we could accept that from you, you don't have to pay,"

"No, I want to make up for the mess. Here you go," you said cheerfully and placed the 50 on the counter. She slid it slowly towards the register and bagged your stuff and handed it to you.

"Um, I never got your name," you recalled as she stared blankly for a few seconds and said, "It's Hayley."

You nodded and smiled as you turned around. But as you did so, Hayleystopped you and said, "Um, who is that?" while pointing at Aimee.

"That's my friend Aimee Ross. Why do you ask?" you said.

She looked shyly down but boldly said, "That's my friends little sister,"

"What? But Aimee doesn't have a sister. She told us she was an only child," you retorted.

"Well then, I guess there's something about Aimee you don't know then and I'm really not the one who should be spilling all this," she explained skipping all further explanation of detail. You nodded and said, "Well, is there any way we could reach her sister in case of any accidents or anything?"

She frowned and said, "Um, yeah. But they aren't really close ever since her sister kind of abandoned her after Jeph…oh my god, I've said too much! Forget everything I said. You should go, Aimee doesn't look too well," she started rambling as she tried to get off the subject. You turned and looked at Aimee was laying on the bench mumbling nonsense as Shaquell looked at you like, "Help!"

You sighed and turned back and said, "Look, call me later at this number okay? 430-5340! That's my cell. Later," before going and seeing what was wrong.

"Jade, I don't know what's going on. After she was able to sit up after the can incident, she bumped her head on the wall and now I think she's going to pass out!" Shaquell explained worriedly as her friend mumbled words you couldn't understand. You picked her up so she wouldn't have to waste her strength by walking. You laid her down in the back seat and motioned for Shaquell to sit back with her and make sure she didn't pass out.

"Trust me, the last thing you do is let them pass out. Keep her awake as long as you can so she doesn't go into a coma!" you told her as she started to talk to her.

You sighed and drove to the hospital. You walked inside carrying Aimee as she kept on crying and yelling loudly, making people turn their heads. The doctor took her out of your hands and into the backroom where you followed for a while but couldn't take it anymore after you heard her cry. It made you feel like crying watching her in so much pain as the doctors examined her.