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There's no where you can be

That isn't where you're meant to be

She had curled herself up in a chair, waiting. She was on the verge of falling asleep, so she was tapping her hands to her own rhythm. It was steady, but broke apart every now and then. She sighed, shifting herself around to sit properly. Life wasn't going exactly as planned, but then, does it ever?

Someone had told her to go home, she obliged. It didn't help that he was still there, and she couldn't sleep. Sleep did eventually overtake her, and when she had woken he was there. She had eyed him oddly. An unspoken status was apparent to both of them, though he hadn't said anything.

"I can't play," he stated, looking down at his hands. She rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for explaining that," she muttered sarcastically. They stayed silent like that for a while, "For a while, though, not forever." He fell back on the bed, shaking his head, pain evident on his face.

"Close enough," he managed to get out, closing his eyes. She lie on her side next to him, allowing her arm to rest lightly on his chest.

"Really," she started, burying her face in his side, "You act like you life is over." He propped himself up, causing her to look at him.

"It might as well be," he retorted in response. She pulled herself into a sitting position, somewhat away from him. She looked at her hands, clenching and unclenching them. She stayed silent for a moment.

"You know that's not true," she murmured, keeping her head down and out of sight.

"How so?" He questioned, somewhat demanding. She shook her head.

"As much as you hate it, this is how it's meant to be," she lifted her head, gently shaking hair from her face, "There's nothing you can do about it, and you know it." He closed his eyes again; she could tell he was silently fuming at her words.

"Why?" He asked, not to anything in particular.

"Does it matter?" She responded, "Call it my intuition, but after all that crap, I don't think you'll be leaving." She shook her head, lazily pulling herself off the bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He sat up, watching as she disappeared from the room.

"Take it as you like it," she shouted through the house, "Doesn't matter, you'll fight through it, you always do." She came back in, changed completely. "It's horrible I know, but that's why I love you." He chuckled, causing her face to light up.

"Horrible? Now where would you get that idea?" He questioned, as she took her position on her side next to him. She shrugged, laying her head upon his chest this time so she could look at him.

"Point is," she started, "I'm behind you." He grinned, kissing her softly.

"Thanks," he murmured, sitting up again, her following.

"That's my job," she replied, hugging him, "Right?"

"As long as you want it, it's yours," he grinned again, and she as well. So it would happen, they were exactly where they were meant to be.

O.C. :3 Sorry if it's short…it's hard, yes. Plus I was watching the movie while writing it XD; I hope it's all right for y'all, though. Ugh, I'm so bad; I'm beginning to neglect this, aren't I?

Kristine: I'm glad you liked it so, and I hope you like this one as much. Cheesy moments are allowed! :3 One can only hope I'll get as lucky. Thanks for the review and birthday wish!

Christina: That's okay, it doesn't matter how long or short or anything a review is, a review's a review and I love them to death! Thank you!

Kliona: Favoritism is a wonderful thing, eh? :3 Then again, he was who I originally started with for that chapter. I had read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in the middle of that writing, so I tried that style in my own way…if that makes sense. I'm glad you didn't think that Coach chapter was completely horrible. As much as I love the title of Eric's number one fan, I doubt it. :3 I should say it's either a dirty, dirty blonde or a light brown. But, like most hair, it depends on the light and how wet/dry it is and all that sort of stuff. His scruff I would defiantly think is brown. Scruff is nice, yes…sorry. Thanks! I'm glad you're back!

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