A/N: I couldn't resist! Here's another installment, based on Too Close For Comfort.

Disclaimer: Get used to it peeps, I own everything BUT McFly.

"Kayla, wait!" Danny called out, running after the retreating frame. The girl in front of him stopped in her tracks, allowing Danny to catch up with her. "Kayla, Kayla, don't leave, please don't," he pleaded, taking a hold of her arm. She wrenched her arm away.

"No," she said, turning to face him. Tears stained her cheeks, and bags under her eyes told that she had not slept well the past few days.

"Kayla, please! She didn't mean anything, I swear!" Danny said, trying to wipe away the tears from her face.

"Did I mean anything?" Kayla said, pushing his hand away and wiping her eyes, smearing her mascara.

Danny had a pained look on his face. "Are you kidding? You mean everything to me Kayla! Why would you think that you didn't?"

"Danny, the fact that you can brush off sleeping with a girl being no big deal is very troubling..."

"But you know how I feel about you!"

"Do I? It seems lately, Danny, you haven't cared a bit. I mean, I know you have something against waiting until marriage, but please respect me!" Kayla said, her voice rising.

"Kayla! I do respect you..."

"No!" she yelled, startling Danny. "No, you don't..."

They stood in silence for a moment, Danny looking at his hand, which held a sheet of paper.

"Kayla..." he said, trying to catch her gaze. "Kayla, listen. I care for you. So much, it hurts when you're mad at me..."

"Danny... I hurt when you sleep with someone, then brush it off as nothing. At least admit you were wrong! Own up to it, you need to not blame things on the fact that they're no big deal!" she begins to cry, tears reflecting in her eyes. She begins to back up, shaking her head, "I can't take this, Danny! I tried... I tried to understand, but I can't!" Choked sobs escaped her lips.

Danny's mouth moved wordlessly. Kayla shook her head and turned around, heading off to anywhere besides here.

"Kayla!" strangled sobs escaped the boy's lips. She turned around questioningly. He ran up to her, and hands her the piece of paper. "I... I'm sorry." he said, knowing it won't be good enough. He stands there, watching the back retreating. Tears come to his eyes as he thinks, 'I had to let her go.'

And everything I feel for you
I wrote down on one piece of paper
The one in your hand
You won't understand
How much it hurts to let you go