"Yes, of course I would love to marry you!"

"Thank God I'm in a hospital already," I think before I hit the floor, trying to brace myself with my right arm. Pain shoots through my wrist as I make contact with the cool tile of the floor. Damn. Now my physical state matches like my emotional state: pained. Hurt. Bruised.

Need I go on?

A wide variety of obscenities, in English, Italian, and French seep through my lips. I'm not sure if it's from the pain in my arm or the site on the television screen as Jude and Jax do the whole frontal snogging thing and of course the camera must do the whole American Idol effect, circling around the happy flippin couple in a 360-degree angle.

Hold up. Is his hand on her ass?

It is.

No it's not; it's dangerously close there though. Oh boy…if it were…I'd have his fingers. And I don't care if they are supposedly engaged. Like that's going to last long.

Why didn't I just tell her? Why did I let some punk show me up? Why did she say yes? But then again…how could she say no? He made a complete ass out himself.

My God, how do they breathe?

"TOM! TOMMY! TOMMYYYYYYYYYY!"

I glance at my phone, Kwest still on the line screaming. He must be worried, probably thinking I've collapsed again or something. I'm good though. I think I might have broken my tailbone though. I'm gathering myself up off the floor, gingerly moving my wrist around to see if it's still okay. Pain charges through out my entire arm and I let a few more curses.

A nurse rushes in gasping and screaming as she sees me sprawled all over the floor. "Oh. My. Gah. Are you okay, honey?" she asks.

Do I look okay?

Does she normally walk in seeing her patients on the floor? I somehow fight the urge to ask her about this.

Hum…at least the awards went to a commercial break. I don't think I could have handled much more of the happy couple groping each other.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, just enjoying the quality of the tiling," I sigh, rolling my eyes.

I swat her away as she tries to help me up. "I'm good, thanks." I repeat again, loudly, but she insists upon helping me up.

"Kwest, sorry man, bad connection," I lie, as the nurse, helps me back onto the bed. "Let me call you back."

"Bad connection, my ass," he replies, and I can tell he's only seconds away from erupting into hysterics. "Did you like pass out again?"

"Of course not. I'm hanging up now," I sigh, pushing the end call button, and tossing onto the bed.

"How's that feel," the nurse asks, moving my fingers.

"Fine." I reply, stretching out on my back and covering my eyes with my uninjured arm.

"This," she asks, moving more fingers around.

"Fine." I reply irritably, hoping she goes away soon. "Dammit. Mother freaker!" I hiss, as she twists my hand some kind of way that immediately produces pain. I snatch my arm away from her, and look at her like she's insane.

She reaches for my arm again. "Here let me see it."

"Hell no."

"Don't be a baby."

I look at her dumbly. After I throw a few more threatening looks in her direction, I allow her examine my wrist some more just as the ceremony comes back on.

"Aren't they cute?" she asks, looking up at the screen just in time to see, Jude and Jax all couple-y in the third row of the theater.

"No," I snap, pain immediately coursing through. "What the hell! Are you flippin' deranged!"

"Ooh yeah. That's a sprain,"

"Nuh-uh," I sigh, sarcastically, cradling my arm to me.

"You're in a bad mood," she states in monotone.

A bad mood? That's putting it extremely nicely.

"I apologize." I sigh, "My head hurts."

"Did you hit your head?"

"Not today."

"Okay…would you like some aspirin?"

"Yes."

The whole bottle would be nice.

"What happened to your wrist man?" Shay asks, pointing to my now Ace Bandage-wound wrist.

As Erika wheels me toward the elevator (I don't even try to argue with her about my ability to walk out the hospital by myself. She's already shut me down on that: hospital procedure.), I call over my shoulder, "Erika and I had a rough night."

I'm kidding of course, but we did have a nice little chat last night about my sexual orientation. I'm not sure if she believes me or not, but whatever, her loss right?

"Yeah. Right," she chuckles, holding the door for Shay as he lugs the big ass bear inside with us.

As soon as she turns her back away from me, I scramble out of the wheel chair.

"Mr. Quincy. What are you doing?" she asks, shaking her head.

"I'm claustrophobic," I shrug, innocently.

"Whatever."

Shay, heaves the bear into the wheel chair. "No, really. What happened to your wrist?" he asks, once again.

"I told you," I smirk. "She's a little on the kinky side, into bondage thing."

"Shut up," she laughs.

Finally.

I've been working on her all night and morning.

"So you're going to call me right," I ask Erika, after all my get well gifts in Shay's SUV.

"Whatever," she sighs, waving goodbye as the elevator doors close.

"Did you two really…"

"No," I roll my eyes, looking at him incredulously.

"Just asking…" he shrugs, "It wouldn't be that farfetched for you, man."

Ouch. Is that how people really think of me…as some kind of sexaholic? I do have some kind of moral code these days. I'm getting older and more mature. Thinking of the future…sort of.

"Are you seriously carrying this thing around with you?" I ask, rolling my eyes and motioning toward the VMA in the front passenger's seat.

"Hell yeah," he replies, looking me up and down like I'm the crazy one. I chuckle and move it the backseat. I can't even say anything about that. When Boyz Attacks! won our first Canadian Music Award, I lugged that thing everywhere for a couple of months. I might have even slept with it the first night.

"Can you believe Jax actually went though with it?" He asks, after a while.

"No," I say, simply. "I'm still in shock actually."

I never thought he had the balls to go through with it completely. I thought he would have copped out. But no…

"So Jude's getting married…" he half states, half asks.

"No, she's not," I say, absentmindedly.

He throws a sideways glance my way as he stops at a red light. "Are you in denial?"

"No." I am speaking the truth here. She's may be engaged, but she's certainly not getting married—to him at least.

"They might make it man. They seemed pretty happy last--"

"She's known him for like a minute," I interrupt.

"Apparently that doesn't matter," he replies, matter-of-factly.

Oh, the things I would say if he weren't holding my life in his hands by merging onto the freeway.

"You know they went back to Jude's room last night right?"

"I don't care," I snap.

"Liar."

"Just drive man," I moan.

"Hey, I just wanted to warn you."

"I've been warned."

"So we're all going out to dinner at mom's insistence. You in?" he asks.

"No."

"Like you have a choice."

"You're right." And he is. Chelsea would never let someone turn down her invitation.

"I know."

Dinner was interesting to say the least. Actually…it wasn't that interesting. At the beginning it was all about me. It was like I was the hero coming back home from a battle. After my 5 minutes of having everyone fawning over me, it was on to the couples. This is the part were everything got shitty. It was Shay and Marissa. Darius and Georgia (well that's still unofficial considering they're just each others booty-calls). Chelsea and Ethan. Jude and Jackson aka 'aw, aren't they cute?'. And then…there was Tom and who? Tom and no one.

To make matters worse, some people couldn't keep they're hands off of each other. Ugh. Is it really necessary to hold hands while you eat? And feed each other?

Ugh. Disgusting.

So now we're riding back to the hotel. On the freeway. Sunroof open. Wind blowing flatteringly through her hair…

….and we had such a comfortable silence going…but like all good things, it had to come to an end.

"Can you believe I'm getting married?"

Why is everyone assuming that she's getting married? She's not getting married. She just happens to be engaged. Engaged. Engagements are called off all the time. Hell, marriages are called off all the time. No one's heard of an annulment? And then there's always divorce, but of course I would really love it to not even get that far.

"Nope, I can't believe it," I reply, staring out the window, watching cars pass by in a blur. I'm too afraid to look at the speedometer. She's at least doing 105.

"It was just so unexpected. Such a surprise, I'm hardly ever surprised like that. You want ice cream?" she asks, suddenly.

"No not--"

"Of course you do, because if you didn't want any then I would feel guilty eating in front of you after we both just got finished with dinner a while ago."

So are you wondering where loverboy is yet? Let's just say I got rid of him.

Kidding.

It's not exactly permanent.

He had to catch a plane…he had to get back to filming the movie fortunately.

She swerves over into another lane, hazardously merging on the exit ramp.

"Are you sure you had one glass of wine?" I ask her, after I make sure all my important internal organs are okay.

"Yup."

"I think I need to drive on the way back," I sigh, gently easing my grip of the seat and the door handle.

"I think you need to toughen up a little bit," she responds, caressing my face with the back of her hand, while we are stopped at a red light.

She.

Touched.

Me.

"What's the matter," she asks, looking at me curiously.

"N-n-nothing. I'm good."

And I'm usually such an easy liar.

She continues to look at me strangely for another second, until the light turns green.

I clear my throat uneasily, looking for a great change of subject. "So do you actually know where you're going?"

"Not exactly. Let's just see where the road takes us."

Hum…okay. I can deal with that…like Bonnie and Clyde riding out into the sunset.

I'm pathetic.

"Or you know until we find a decent ice-cream parlor." She says, throwing me an easy smile.

A/N: As always thanks to thereviewers (Tommy4eva, babyf, RockerChick13, LuvTommy56, melodie568, pixiestix16, Adrienne, LittleZurawski, iamthatplace, bookworm0408, jackjackio, anedderm, an addict, Duddley111, Erin McKinley, cecapo3610, and riotgirllina) for R&Ring and encouraging me to continue.

Sothis wasa filler chapter, but something good (like really good) should be coming up in the next couple of chapters, which should be pretty soon since I'm finally out of school for the summer. :)