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I'll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you
(Like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you
('Cause you're there for me too)

-Bon Jovi

Anna POV

I was walking down the sidewalk, busy texting all of my friends, when my phone rang.

"Hello," I answered, not recognizing the number.

"Ms. Merrick?" The voice asked, and I could tell there was something wrong with his tone.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked, starting to get suspicious.

"I'm Detective Cooke, and I'm afraid I have some bad news," he replied, his tone softening.

"What?" I whispered, sitting down on a park bench.

"Your parents just passed away from a car crash," the detective replied, and I froze. Tears sprang into my eyes and I started shaking.

"What?" I choked out, in between sobs.

"I'm sorry, please meet me at the police house and I'll explain what happened," then the detective hung up.

"No!" I screamed, tears pouring out of my eyes.

"Anna!" Someone shouted, and started to shake me.

"What?" I mumbled, sitting up, that's when I realized I was just dreaming.

"Hey," Alex whispered, sitting on the edge of my bed, "you okay?"

I stared at him, "how did you get into my house?"

"I'll tell you in a second, first, are you okay?" He repeated, looking at my face.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, "I have that dream a lot."

"Your parents?" Alex asked, and I nodded my head, "it'll get better. Trust me, I've been through this."

"I forgot about that," I replied, "you always woke us up, screaming after the whole Daniel thing."

"Yeah," Alex sighed, "let's talk about something happier, okay?"

"'Kay," I agreed, "how the fuck did you get into my house?"

"Zack called me, him and Rian wanted to go out, so he called me to check up on you," Alex explained.

"Wait," I said, "Zack did what? He has no right to do that! We're the same freakin age! I don't need people checking up on me!"

"Do you want me to leave?" Alex asked, pouting.

"No," I groaned, "you're here, might as well stay."

"Okay," Alex replied, "so what do you wanna do? Go to the mall, hang out, make out?"

"I'm not making out with you," I laughed, "and besides, I have to unpack and fix this room."

"I can help," Alex offered, "then when we're done, we can chill."

"Sounds good," I replied, "I'll show you what boxes you can unpack." I got out of bed and led Alex downstairs, where all of my boxes were. "Anything labeled clothes or room shit you can bring up."

"Okay," Alex said, bending down to pick up a box, "what the hell? This thing weighs as much as me!"

"Yeah," I looked at the label, "and over half of these clothes are yours."

"How do you have my clothes?" He asked me, starting to climb the stairs, "I mean do you stalk me?"

I slapped his back, "I don't stalk you! I have these from staying at your house, you giving me your hoddies, stuff like that. I have a lot Jack's clothes too."

"You're strange," Alex replied, walking into my room.

"I took you this long to realize that?" I asked him, acting dead serious, I couldn't keep it up though, soon both Alex and I were cracking up. Once I stopped laughing I glared at Alex, "get to work."

"Since when did I become your bitch?" He asked me, folding his arms over his chest.

I thought about it, "since you met me eight years ago."

"Touché," he mumbled, then started to unpack the boxes.

~!~

I collapsed on my bed, looking around my room. "Wow Alex, we do good work." I now had a bookcase, which held movies instead of books, I had all of my band posters hanging up, and a desk that held my Mac laptop, and all of my clothes were hanging up.

"We do," Alex agreed, laying down beside me. "So now what?"

"I'm kinda hungry," I looked over at Alex, "what about you?"

"Starving, so how about we order pizza and watch a movie?" Alex replied, getting off of my bed.

"That sounds awesome," I agreed, and I sighed.

"And we're going to talk," he stated, grabbing my hand and leading me down the stairs.

"Do we have to?" I complained, grabbing the portable phone and throwing it at Alex.

"Yes," he replied, then walked out of the room to order the pizza. I groaned and walked over to the big screen T.V, and popped "Hitch" into the DVD player.

"Alex," I said, when he walked into the room, "if you wanna talk we gotta do it now."

"Fine," he sighed and sat on the couch. I sat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"So," he started, closing his eyes, "I know what it's like to lose family. You wake up with nightmares, you wonder what you could've done to save them, you wish that you would've spent more time with them, and told them you love them more.

"You know I was a mess after Daniel died, but what got me through it was you guys. You were there for me, hell you all slept over at my house to make sure I was okay, so I guess what I'm saying is, I'm here for you to talk to, if you need to."

"Wow," I breathed, "thanks. I'm not ready now, but I promise I will, at some point."

"And I'll be the person you come to?" Alex asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," I sighed, "promise."

Alex grinned, "okay."

The door buzzed and I was thankful, I hated awkward silences. Alex paid the guy and set the pizza on the coffee table.

I opened the lid and took out a slice, moving over so Alex could sit down next to me, then we turned our attention to the T.V.

~!~

"Hey," Zack greeted us, when he got home.

"Hey," I mumbled, Alex just waved.

"What are you two doing?" Zack asked, glaring at us. Alex and I were laying on the couch, and I was laying on his chest, while Alex had his arms wrapped around me.

"Cuddling," Alex replied, smirking.

"Whatever, just don't kiss her," Zack said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What if I kiss him?" I asked Zack, smiling.

"I don't have to worry about that," he scoffed, "I know you won't."

"Oh really?" I challenged him, then I pressed my lips to Alex's.

"I hate you," Zack mumbled, "night."

"Night," we both replied, and I got up.

"I'm going to bed," I announced, "what are you going to do?"

"Can I sleep with you? Rian and Kara are at my house," Alex grimaced, "I don't wanna go back."

"Fine," I groaned, "c'mon."

We both trudged up the stairs and entered my room. Alex stripped down to his boxers, while I slipped on some booty shorts before getting into bed.

I laid my head on Alex's shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back.

"Night," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"Night," Alex whispered, then kissed my forehead.

I feel asleep in his arms, smiling softly to myself. I had always liked Alex, more than a friend should.