Crazy day… went to school then gotten taken OUT of school for a Docs. App. For my knee… in the middle of just finding out I have tendonitis (Ugh!) I get a phone call from my mom saying that the bank in our town was robbed so my schools on lockdown! I eventually got to go back to school and my VB game (Although I didn't get to play…) and yeah… it was crazy! But that's alright! Now it's Laurel and Jack time! :)

Love,

Lauren

I awoke lying on a small tan couch and immediately shot up, not knowing where I was. I whipped my head around to see myself in a small living room, which was quite messy. Right next to it was a small kitchen, with a sink piled high with dirty dishes. Along the walls were black and white, hand drawn sketches, and a few other actual photographs. Suddenly, I had a large pounding in my head. I raised my hand to my face and felt gauze over the side of my head. I scratched at something sticky then gasped when I saw dried blood under my fingernail.

"Ooh…" I mumbled, my head now making me feel weightless. My body was so sore, specifically my legs, but I didn't know why. I didn't remember why. I couldn't remember anything…

"Laurel, lie back down," I heard a gentle familiar voice instruct. I tried to look around but a firm hand was placed on my head.

"Back," they said again. I groaned and laid back down, reluctantly.

"W-what happened?" I asked, terribly confused. My vision was still blurred, but it didn't matter anyways, my eyes hurt too much to open them, so I just kept them shut.

"You had a hard fall," they said. I scrunched my face together, the throbbing getting more and more intense, and sighed.

"M-my mom, she, what time is it?" I asked in a flustered state. Suddenly, I heard the sound of water falling into more water. "What's that?"

"Shh," they said. "Cold washcloth." I then felt the cold, wet fabric lay on my head, and I sighed in relief, the throbbing subsiding a bit.

"My mom, and Will, and, and James…" I began, nervous that my family and friends were worrying about me, when I fell asleep again…

I woke up again, now lying on my side and the washcloth on the couch, in the same room. I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up; forgetting that last time I did my head began to pound. It did once again and I whimpered in pain. The gauze was still on my, what I presumed to be, large gash, and it was beginning to irritate the back of my neck. I scratched at it angrily and sighed, pushing my tangled, dirty blonde hair out of my blood shot eyes. I knew I had been crying, but I didn't know why. My body was still incredibly sore and with each tiny movement I made, it felt like a large weight pressed upon my muscles.

"Ugh," I moaned as I continued to sit up. Suddenly, someone walked through the back hallway and into the kitchen, and I quickly, yet subtly, slipped back under the three blankets that were on top of me.

Yeah, it's that cold.

My vision, still blurry, could only make out a shape of an older man, maybe in his late thirties. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out a face, but failed. They then poured them self mug of coffee, and looked over my way.

"Laurel," they said. "You up?" I closed my eyes again, the pounding now returning, and sat up slowly.

"Yes," I managed to say. They walked over towards me and sat down on the end of the couch.

"How you feeling?" I sat up again slowly, and looked at the now what I knew for sure, man.

"Tired… sore…" I answered. The man pulled his legs up and brought them close.

"You've been out for quite a while," he said. "The last time you were up it was twelve."

"At night?" I asked nervously. The man nodded.

Oh shit.

"Well, what time is it now?" I questioned. The man turned around to look at a wall clock and sighed.

"Around three." I groaned and rolled my eyes, slouching down farther into the couch.

"My mom is going to kill me." I said, more to myself than to the man.

"Are you sure you're alright? Do you remember anything?" he asked. I rubbed the non cut side of my head and frowned.

"Not really." I replied. The man sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well," he said. "We ran into each other and you whacked your head on the sidewalk. You were out cold, and I forgot where you lived, so I just brought you back to my place." I furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean, "Forgot…"?" I asked, referring to him saying that he "forgot" where I lived.

"Well, the last time you told me was about a week ago, and I just… forgot." He explained. I peered my eyes more, my vision clearing… and smiled, the man's face returning to normal.

"Oh," I said, relieved about who was sitting in front of me. "Hello Jack."Mr. Dawson smiled and picked up the washcloth that was lying next to me.

"Relieved?" I smiled.

"Uh, yes," I said. "I was afraid I was in some random guy's house!" He chuckled and stood up to walk over to the kitchen.

"Coffee?" He asked. I sniffled, the remains of tears and runny nose still stuffed up in my head.

"No thank you." I replied. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"So," he said, walking back over to the couch and slowly sitting down, careful not to sit on my feet. "What's up?" I gulped and looked away.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and whacked my foot.

"Ow!" I yelled. He smiled and recovered my toes with the blanket after knocking it off.

"You know what I mean." I sighed, everything from last night coming back to me, and pulled the blankets up around me higher.

"My mom and Will… they're, they're… they're engaged." I began angrily. "And, and, I just, I just can't believe it! I just want my mom and my dad to be together! That's it!" Jack sighed and moved closer to me.

"Ah," he said, now understanding why I was in such a state of panic last night. "And you're… upset…" I cocked my head angrily.

"No, I'm just peachy Jack!" I yelled sarcastically. He hit my foot again and I rolled my eyes.

"Look, Laur," he began, a now distant look in his eyes. "I know what it's like to have to just let things go and except some tough facts of life… but eventually, you move on. You might not be happy about it, and you may still have lingering feelings… strong lingering feelings… and there's nothing wrong with that, at all… but there comes a point when you know it's what they would want." I sighed, Jack's words sinking in, and groaned.

"I guess…" I said. He smiled, and I did as well, and he gave me a tight little squeeze.

"Jack," I said. "It means a lot that someone actually takes the time to help me with my problems… sometimes it seems as if you're the only one who does." He chuckled.

"What?" I asked with a smile, still in our little hug.

"You just… you remind me of someone." I smiled and closed my eyes, burying my face into his sweet smelling shirt.

"Thanks, Jack." I whispered. He patted my head and sighed.

"You're welcome, Rose." I opened my eyes, and pulled away slowly.

"Rose?" I wondered. "Jack, who's Rose?"

WELL? Hehe, tell me what you think guys! :)