It. Is. The. Night. Before. THE! HISTORY! FINAL!

Needless to say, I am freaking out.

Enough said.

It's eleven thirty at night, and I refuse to go to bed until I have drilled the entire Bill of Rights into my uncomprehending head!

I'm sitting in the library with Jones, him in the arm chair and me on the rug, belly up.

"What was the famous quote made to John Adams by his wife Abigail during their correspondence?" Indy quizzes me, scanning through my history text book.

"I believe it was 'Remember the Ladies'." I answer reassured, kicking my legs up and down.

We go on in this fashion for another thirty minutes or so, but I'm still worried like a maniac, despite that I haven't gotten one question wrong.

"You'll do fine, Marion. You never worry about anything else, so why this?"

Ha, he doesn't even know that this is the least of my worries. I roll over and sit up warily.

"I'm not sure." I lie, tapping my fingers on his shoes (yes, I'm actually getting THAT close to him). "Maybe it's because if I fail, I'm screwed."

"Your father just wants you to do well." Indy offers.

"Yeah, and if I don't, he'll probably never even talk to me again."

"Marion, be realistic. He's your father, your own flesh and blood."

"And also the man who forgot my birthday." I say pointedly.

"He appreciates you. He loves you, Marion."

"Then why doesn't he act like it?" I ask, refusing to meet Indiana's eyes, fearing I'll go into yet another hazel induced coma.

Silence meets my inquiry. He's staring fixedly at me, with a kind of intensity that I just can't bear to be under. I play with the tassels beneath my feet that belong to the mahogany Persian rug. The firelight flickers across the wall and I eye his shadow, broad and resilient.

After what must be a whole minute, he makes a sudden movement and is suddenly next to me, just as serious as before.

"You know," He begins, crossing his legs and leaning against the foot of the chair, "My dad never cared what I did. That's why I left and came here. I felt awful that I had ruined your birthday, because I know what its like to be invisible to the ones I love."

Well, I certainly don't have a comeback to that.

"In a matter of speaking, you and Abner are all I have left." He finishes earnestly.

Realizing how lonely he must feel makes me want to hug him and never let go.

In a strictly friendly way, of course.

I feel ungrateful, because I have more than him. I have a real home, a best friend who is better that chocolate chip pancakes, and a butler and this guy, who drives me insane yet knows how to make me smile.

"Hey, just think of me as the little sister you've always wanted." I say, batting my eyelashes.

"I can do that." He says, giving a small smirk, followed by a colossal yawn.

"Tired much?" I ask playfully, fiddling with his shoelace again.

"Exhausted. You should get some sleep as well." He says.

"I can't. I have to study more." I whine frantically, angry at myself from diverting from more studying.

"Alright. I'm going to bed." He says, standing up and ruffling my hair like a owner would do to it's dog. I shoot a joking glare at him as he saunters out, stifling another yawn.

As soon as he's gone, I immerse myself in my book, but soon my eyes start to droop. I'm asleep in about five minutes.

But not completely.

I wake up the next morning in my bed.

My clothes from yesterday are still on, but my hair is down and hanging in a mess around my shoulders. A small piece of paper is stuck on my Vanity.

Good luck on the exam. Thought you might have liked to sleep in your own bed.

-Indy

I smile at the writing and run to get dressed hurriedly.

By the way, let me know of any typos so I can fix them please!