Hi everyone! Yes. I'm back. It's been since April and I'm finally here. I just went through the reviews on this story and turns out my inbox has been exploding with the nicest comments (and urgent!) ever :)

You guys are the best!

So no, my writing is still awful

But yes, you guys have inspired me to keep going!

As per "request" (aka "PLEASE WRITE MORE" and "YOU DON'T SUCK YOU ARE AWESOME AND KILLING ME WITH SUSPENSE WHICH MEANS THAT I LIED AND YOU DO SUCK FOR MAKING ME WAIT"), I bring you another short horrible chapter. Enjoy the torture that is my writing! :D

See you at the bottom...

THE LIGHT! MY EYES! MY EYYYEESSS!

After being in that fridge for what felt like a kijillion years, I waited for my eyes to adjust and looked around for a clock.

It had only been 30 minutes, but need I remind you that's still 30 minutes too long to be in a fridge? No? Good. I walked out of the kitchen, and looked around the café for that hot guy that "helped" me. Not only did I fail in finding the hot guy, but I failed in finding anyone; the café was empty. It was closed. I told myself that I'd come back the next morning to thank him, and I started to walk towards the door out, but then I realized I had nowhere to go.

I also realized that I really should have thought of a plan before I left home-UM I mean castle.

I didn't know what to do, so I just decided to go outside and see what would happen. Of course, as I took my first step outside, I was hit by a car; what else was I expecting?

**lol this is horrible - I just read my first chapter and I thought it was amazing and that this is horrifying compared to that xD keep reading if you want...nobody's forcing you**

Ooooooooowwwww. Everything hurt, and I was surprised I wasn't dead. After I got over the fact that I wasn't dead, I became surprised that I wasn't in a hospital either. I was on a couch in some living room with a cold compress on my head. Being the idiot that I was, I tried to sit up on the couch, and then yelped in pain when I realized that was one of the worst decisions ever. While I was lying on the couch freaking out from the aching all over my body, someone walked into the living room. I craned my neck as much as I could without it hurting too much, and there, standing before me, was the café guy who stuffed me in the fridge.

Before I could say anything he said, "Everything okay?"

I could feel my eyes bulge to a crazy size. Everything okay?! He stuffed me in a fridge and forgot about me, I got hit by a car, I woke up in his living room, and he's asking me if everything's okay?! I had to go off on him, no matter how good looking he was.

"No, I am not okay. You left me in a fridge for half an hour, forgot about me, and now I'm here after getting hit by a car, so no, I'm not okay!" I yelled.

"Woah okay," he said. "Take it easy. You should be grateful I even took you in!"

Was he serious? "Are you kidding me?! I should be grateful?! You left me in a fridge. I cannot even believe that anyone would ever have the nerve to-"

"Listen I'm sorry I left you in the fridge, but it's not every day that you have some girl stuffed in your café fridge! I don't even get why you wouldn't have come out sooner. Anyone else would have, or at least anyone in their right mind."

How. Dare. He. I wanted to punch him straight in his precious face. "You jerk! I-" I stood up quickly to yell at him at eye level, but immediately regretted it. My rant was interrupted by my muscles reminding me I had been hit by a car God knows how long ago, and my head was screaming with a migraine, therefore forcing me to grab my head in pain and collapse to the floor at his feet, breathing heavily. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, which didn't help anything, but I still did it. It was so embarrassing. I was trying to be intimidating, but my body had other plans, and it was turning against me.

I felt the guy's two arms lift me up and help me back onto the couch, but I refused to open my eyes and look at him. Instead I wrapped my arms around my knees and tucked my head in between my legs and chest, taking deep breaths, trying to calm everything down.

"Hey. Listen I'm sorry," the guy said. "I really didn't mean to upset you, I'm just grumpy today. That's all." I could tell he was lying, and that he was just trying to get me to calm down. Fine. I lifted my head really slowly, opened my eyes, and he was sitting on the opposite side of the couch. He handed me a glass of water, and when I took it, I realized how hungry and thirsty I was. There were so many questions I had buzzing around my head, but I didn't know if I could ask them just yet. I decided to ask him something simple like how long was I out, but he spoke first.

"What's your name?"

"America. America Singer."

"Cool name," he said. Cool name. What is that even supposed to mean? He got up and started to walk to what looked like the kitchen, when I yelled after him.

"Wait!" He stopped and whirled around. "What's your name, foolio?" I said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and said "It's funny how you were just hit by a car, and yet your attitude is still snappy and sarcastic." I sat there with my arms crossed, waiting for the answer to my question. He huffed and said, "Christopher, but I'll kill you if you call me that. Call me Chris." With that, he walked into the kitchen, leaving me with too many unanswered questions.

Not gonna lie; that wasn't so bad in my opinion. Hmm….

Until Chapter 7!

- Annika