I'm lying on my bed and I can't get to sleep.
I know that yelling at Indy for helping me earlier was for his own good.
But it still wasn't nice.
I stand up and start pacing my floor.
I shouldn't have yelled at him.
But he makes it so easy for me to be mad!
And his eyes.
But his arrogant mouth...
I stand and stare at my door.
It starts as an ache in my stomach, then rises until it reaches my throat. Like an unpleasant fizz, it covers my entire mind until I can't think.
Damn you, guilt.
Fine.
Be that way.
I run across the room and pull the door to my room open and run down one level to Jones' room.
I throw the door open, probably scaring the living shit out of him. He leaps out of bed, looking completely disturbed and agitated.
"Marion?" He whispers, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm sorry!" I practically shout. "I'm sorry for being a bitch just because you beat someone's ass for me. I'm sorry I can't seem to help myself from tripping and falling. I'm sorry you had to catch my sorry arse. And I'm sorry that we can never seem to get along for more than a week or so."
He stares at me blankly for a minute, before groaning, "You had to do this now?"
"Yes." I say uneasily, realizing it's about midnight as I speak.
"Well, okay. I forgive you, alright? Just...let me be there for you when you need me to be, that's what friends do, right?"
Friends? I had never thought of us as friends.
"Yeah, I guess it is." I say, blushing at the floor.
"Alright Marion. Now that you've gotten rid of your guilt, you can go back to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Goodnight Indy." I say sweetly, walking out of his room and closing the door behind me.
It is now that I realize I just saw Indiana Jones without a shirt on.