Sorry it's been so long! I've been busy but I'm back!

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Once Natalie was out of the hospital, life was pretty good. She and Henry were fine, same with her and her dad. It wasn't until one rainy Sunday night things took a turn for the worse. Her dad was out on business for the weekend. Their neighbor was picking him up since Mr. Goodman had taken away Natalie's keys thanks to the drug episode. She was alone finishing her Lit essay when there was a knock at her window. It was Henry; he was drenched. She let him in right away.

"It's raining. What are you doing?" she asked.

He didn't answer; all he said was, "It's over."

"What?"

"My parents. They filed for divorce papers months ago without even telling me! Now it's official. They're over." And with that, he sunk onto her bed and started to cry.

Natalie had never seen him like this. She sat next to him and stroked his hair, kissing him, telling him it would be fine. "I'm so sorry," she said.

"I need to go," he said, standing up. "We need to go."

"What are you talking about? Where?"

"I can't even look at them. I will not spend another day in that house. I want to go somewhere, somewhere far, but I won't leave without you."

"Henry, we can't just leave," Natalie said, getting up and going to him. She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know this is hard, but you have to think about this carefully. Why don't you just stay here for the night?"

"Because I can't okay?" he snapped, pushing her hand away. "Natalie, I love you and I'm not leaving you behind. So can't you just shut up and come with me?"

His voice was angry, but his eyes were sad, hurting. She shrugged and said, "Sure," since she didn't know what else to do. She followed him down the stairs, then left a note for her dad.

Henry's parents split. He's really upset. We went on a drive. Not sure when we'll be home, but we will be. I love you and sorry.

Henry's car was waiting in the driveway. Once inside, he started the engine with such force, Natalie was a little worried.

"Maybe I should drive," she suggested.

"No, I have to," he said.

"Fine." She didn't want to argue.

After driving a few miles in silence, Nat could see Henry getting a little more agitated. Finally, he exploded.

"Like, what the hell?" he shouted. "Why would they ever do that without telling me? I'm their son. Did they think I couldn't handle it? I would have been upset, but if I hadn't been lied to, I could have understood. And why did they do it anyway? They were fine. Mom said they were working it out. She lied. All they did was lie to me. I'm their son-" His voice broke off and the tears started again.

As Henry cried on, Natalie leaned over and took the wheel, allowing them to pull over and be out of the line of traffic. She pulled Henry into a very motherly hug and kissed the top of his head. "I think I should take you home now," she said.

"No," he protested. "I don't have a home anymore, not with them in it."

"A home isn't a house, Henry. It's being with the people who love you. I love you, so you're staying with me."

"But-"

"No but's. Now let me drive." They switched seats and Natalie drove back to her house. It was close to eleven; her dad would be home and pissed. The minute they got inside, Mr. Goodman ran at them.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "It's eleven o'clock on a school night."

"Um, hey, Mr. Goodman," Henry said awkwardly.

"Did you read my note?" Natalie asked.

"Yes," he said, looking to Henry. "Sorry..."

"Henry's crashing here."

"Well, I mean..."

"Thanks, Mr. Goodman," Henry said with a smile.

"Where will he sleep?"

"Anywhere's good with me. Couch is fine."

"No," Natalie cut in. "He'll be upstairs."

"Nat, the guest room is mostly storage now," Dan said. "He can't sleep in there."

"He'll be with me."

"What? Absolutely not."

"Dad, we won't do anything. Henry's really hurting right now, and I need to be with him."

"Still out of the question."

"Please, Dad," she begged. "For me?"

Mr. Goodman still had a soft spot for his daughter. "Oh, alright," he said, "but no funny business."

"Thanks, Mr. G," Henry said as he followed Natalie up the stairs. "And don't worry, we've barely hit third base."

"Henry!" Natalie shouted, turning around and smacking him. "Goodnight, Dad."

"Uh, goodnight," he called back, still oddly confused and uncomfortable.

Up in Natalie's room, the two got ready for bed. Henry stripped down to his boxers quickly and hopped under the covers. Natalie got her pajamas out of the drawer and headed for the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked.

"Going to change," she answered simply.

"Nat, it's just me."

"Still...it's weird."

"It shouldn't be."

"Fine," she groaned. She quickly pulled off her jeans and pulled up her gym shorts. Then she yanked off her sweater and replace it with a tee, conviently leaving on her bra. Then she got in bed beside him and turned off the lights. They sat there, side by side and just looked at each other.

Henry finally laughed. "I feel like we're married or something," he said.

"It is kind of weird, right?" Natalie laughed too.

Once the two were in a comfortable sleep position with Henry's arms around Natalie, they got to the intense talking. They talked for what had to be hours about Henry's parents. Then Natalie opened up even more about her own parents. They were compairing and contrasting all the different types of married couples when Henry pulled Natalie even closer.

"When we're married," he said, "we won't get a divorce. We'll be open and honest, and even if we fight, at the end of the day we'll come home to this: our bed and each other."

"Once again, you are so the girl," she teased. But then she kissed him and said, "Yeah, I'd like that."

After talking till their throats were dry, Natalie feel asleep in Henry's arms, and he quickly followed.

Mr. Goodman had fallen asleep downstairs while watching ESPN. At around three in the morning, he woke himself up and headed to his real bed. Passing Natalie's room, he peeked in. No funny business. They were just there, sleeping. He smiled to himself, knowing he raised a smart enough daughter. And he wasn't so worried about Henry staying with them anymore.

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