A/N: I'm a paranoid android.. (good song btw. ) I have nothing to say in my author's note yet my fingers and brain refuse to work together unless I have one there in bold at the top of my document. There, a random fact about myself…that should do the job and also thanks for subscribing/reviewing this and my other stories as well! It means a thousand suns to me! Now here's the story ;)
They were standing on her door step, somewhere along the way her hand found his and he didn't reject it. She must've been pretty nervous about this and to be honest a wild psychotic Alex on the loose really didn't excite him either. She reached forward and opened the door letting his hand free before stepping in slowly. Glass still scraped the floor when you opened it which only messed up the wood floors more. Everything was exactly how they had left it less than 10 hours ago, neither of them said a word but continued through the house. Dianna looked around has if this was all new to her, he kind of felt bad because the farther they went the more distraught her face appeared. They got to the second floor and as soon as he made it to the top step she ran off to the end of the hall crumpling down in front of something. Mark inched forward wanting to comfort her and give her space at the same time. "What is it?" he asked in a low whisper moving closer.
She was trembling and he heard her take in heavy breaths of air, shit, she was crying. "It's ruined." She said wiping her face free of tears.
"What is?" he moved next to her on the floor and looked down to see light blue broken glass at her finger tips, he couldn't make out what it was at all but it was clearly something more memorable than all the other stuff that got ruined or thrown around here.
"My dad…he got me this when I was three." She sniffled wiping her nose. "…it was a little piggy bank that he told me I needed to use responsibly in saving money, then we could go to France together like I had always dreamed of doing."
He frowned and pulled her closer against him. "I'm so sorry…" he mumbled into her hair. He really didn't know what to do, if he could've gotten her a new one he would nothing was worth seeing her this unhappy, especially someone who's so happy all the time.
"Everything is ruined, everything I own my entire house is ruined." She cried burying her head in her hands. He expected this, you can't have someone go insane on you, scare you half to death, maybe almost kill you, ruin all your prized possessions and make your house look like shit and NOT expect to break down somewhere along the way.
"You can't think like that Di." He said getting off of the floor and attempted to help her up but she wasn't going to do that anytime soon. He looked around and walked over to one of the pictures that lay flat on the floor. He picked it up and hung it back on the wall, doing the same to the other three that got knocked down. He went into the bathroom and got a dust pan and small broom attached to it under the sink and brought it down in front of her sweeping up all the broken glass and putting it in an empty cardboard box that was on the floor in her room. "See? It's looking better already." He smiled down at her, the hall looked nice again he thought to himself proudly looking at his work.
She moved her eyes from her hands and looked down the hall then back up at him. She took the box of glass from him looking at its contents before laughing, wiping away the rest of her tears. There it was again, that beautiful contagious laugh, except this time he had no idea why he was laughing. "What?" he asked half laughing looking down at her.
She pushed herself off of the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him against her tightly. "You're sweet." She said mumbling into his shirt. He smiled proudly at his words, he did something right. She pulled away looking up at him smiling, still not sure how the mood changed he smiled back, she wasn't saying anything…just smiling it was then that he understood her gratitude and understood it all and before he could say something she had placed her lips on his. It wasn't that type of first kissing you see in movies which eventually lead to something else. It was light yet packed all the power intended to show how thankful she really was.
His mind raced a million miles per hour, first asking himself what the hell was going on here? This wasn't what friends did, he used the term friends mainly because when he asked her out when they first started filming together she made it very clear how happy she was that they could be friends and didn't want to spoil anything, but this through him for a loop. He felt himself frown when she pulled away, a confused longing frown.
She looked back at him, seeming somewhat embarrassed by what just happened, but instead of saying anything she wiped her mouth and turned to go to her room to get her clothes. He waited for her in the hall every once in a while she would laugh but that was it. This was blowing his mind this way and that and he truly wished he knew what the hell was going on in her head. He looked down at the floor at the small contained box of shards of glass and took it into his hands, he was going to fix this. "Be right back Di!" he called as he went down the stairs and went back to his car and put it in the backseat concealing it a little just in case she would see it back there and went back inside and fixed up some more downstairs until she came back down with a filled duffle bag with her initials monogrammed onto it. "Ready." She smiled and they walked out together and went back to his place without another word being spared mainly because he had no idea where her mind was.