K, im pretty sure this is the last chappie :(. But not 2 fret! (lmao, tht sounds so weird :P) Ther shall b a sequel! It wont b up 4 a while tho, cuz im gonna write a new story, wich will probably take a while.

(But wouldn't it),

(But wouldn't it),

But wouldn't it,

Be beautiful...?

Mary had sat down at the counter, and had begun to color. She smiled because she enjoyed this task, as most eight -year- olds do.

"Mary!" Mary's mom called, coming in to the kitchen. Mary looked up from her drawing.

"Did you throw away my credit cards?" Her mother demanded. Mary had a vague reminder of her mom's credit card falling out of her mom's purse yesterday at the supermarket. Mary's mom hadn't seen it fall, and Mary didn't think it was important enough to tell her mom.

Mary bit her lip and shook her head.

"Are you lying to me?" Her mother's eyes narrowed. Mary felt bad for her mom, Mary's grandmother dying and the move from Great Britain to America had put alot of stress on her mom, she knew. But Mary had never seen her mom this angry, and it made her nervous. The thought of her grandmother made Mary absentmindedly tug on her new (well, new to her) scarf that her grandmother had given to her right before she had died. She instantly felt her nervousness melt away.

"Mommy, I didn't throw your credit card away." Mary said confidently.

"You lying little shit!" Her mother shrieked, her eyes blazing. Mary panicked, and ran out of the kitchen.

"Come back here you brat!" Her mom yelled. Mary kept running, tears streaming down her face. She turned back and saw her mom taking off her high -heeled shoe.

Mary yelped and tried to run faster, but she soon felt the sharp spike of the high -heel hit her scalp.

And then everything went black.

Mary's P.O.V.

I touched the scar on my scalp gingerly. It had shrunk over the years to the point where you couldn't notice it, but I still remembered the night I had revealed it to everyone at Bebe's sleepover. I had had to wear cover -up to hide it until I was fifteen, and it had taken me a very long time to put it on every morning, as my skin was snow -white and my hair was coal -black, so I had to be careful to not get it on my hair. It had taken me about five minutes to just put the cover -up on my scalp.

That rounded up to over 5,000 minutes. 5,000 minutes of my life that could have been spent doing something more productive than putting cover -up on the scar I had gotten when I was eight because my mom had thrown a high heel at my head.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

"Hey girl, you okay?" Kenny asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just ...tired. Let's just go to sleep."

"Well, alright." He said, his voice still sounding concerned. This kid is awesome.

I layed down in my sleeping bag on top of one of the tables (they were warmer than the floors, even though they were still pretty cold) as Kenny layed down on the table next to me.

I tried to get to sleep, but I just couldn't. It probably had something to do with how goddamn cold this table was.

It wasn't until I was curled up in a fetal position and still shivering that I realized how cold Kenny must be.

And then I realized how big this sleeping bag is.

"Ke- Ke- Kenny?" I asked, my teeth chattering.

"Ye-yeah?" He asked, his teeth also chattering.

"Are you a-as cold as I a-am?" I asked.

"I don-don't know. Are you fr-freezing your balls o-off?" He asked.

I thought about it. "Yeah, if I ha-had balls they wou-would be freezing." I answered.

"Does that an-answer your question?"

"Yes." I whispered. "Kenny?"

"Yeah?"

I bit my lip. "You can come o-over here if you wa-want."

I could almost see the grin that was forming on his face.

"Cool." He said, coming over and crawling into the sleeping bag. His body seemed to heat up the whole bag as he came in.

"But don't try anything." I warned.

"Me? Sweet ol' Ken? Never."

I laughed. It's weird, though. Even though I'm warm enough now for my teeth not to chatter, I was still shivering. I think I'm cold -blooded.

Great. How am I supposed to sleep now? This freakin sucks.

And then I felt Kenny's arms wrap around me.

"You're shaking the whole fucking table." He said sleepily into my ear. I smiled a little bit, but I don't know why. I was still shivering, though.

But now I wasn't so sure it was from the cold.

Kenny lifted up my shirt to my ribs and wrapped his arms around my bare waist. I stopped shivering.

"Finally. God." Kenny said, but I could hear his smile.

I felt my eyes close, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Kenny's P.O.V.

I woke up, feeling the sun shining on my eyelids.

Woah. Where the hell am I? Is this... the chemistry lab? I looked down, seeing Mary wrapped in my arms. Ohhhhh. Right. Got stuck in the Chemistry Lab yesterday after a flask exploded. Now I remember.

I looked at my watch. 10:30. Wow, I had slept late. How is Mary not up yet? Wait, I remember Christy saying once that Mary is a late sleeper.

A really late sleeper, I guess.

I wanted to get up and stretch, but I knew that that would wake Mary up, so I stayed put. Plus, I liked having my arms wrapped around her. Duh.

I looked at her again, she was drooling on the sleeping bag, but I didn't really care. She looked really... cute when she slept. Like a little kid.

I smiled at how her cheeks looked all chipmunk-y and how her lips curved up into a smile.

...until her smile disapeared. And her breathing got really heavy. Her legs started kicking, and I could see tears streaming down her face.

I had to hold her back to keep her from rolling off of the table. I would have thought she was awake, but her eyes were still closed.

"Mary! Mary!" I yelled. Her eyes snapped open.

"What! What is it!" She asked.

"I think you had a nightmare." I told her. She touched her face, and wiped away her own tears. She looked at me and started to cry again. I pulled her into a hug.

"Ssh. Ssh. It's okay." I whispered, stroking and smoothing her hair. Wait, is that a scar on her scalp?

"How did you get that scar on your head?" I asked her.

She looked up at me. "When I was eight my mom thought that I had thrown her credit card away. I didn't, though, and when I started to run away from her she threw a high -heel at my head." She said, not meeting my eyes.

My jaw dropped. "Is that how it all started?"

She nodded, still looking down.

I sat up, pulling her up with me and sitting her down next to me.

"And, it was my fault." She whispered, sniffling.

"How was it your fault?"

"I saw her drop it in the grocery store and didn't tell her. I didn't think it was that important, though, so I didn't tell her." She said, her hands folded in her lap.

I sighed. "Mary, look at me." She looked up at me. "It wasn't your fault at all. You were only eight years old, for christ's sake. And don't have any guilt for what happened. And don't let your mother influence your whole life. You are your own person, okay? And you're not her." I got up from the lab table, and started to pace. "Even though she's your mother, that doesn't mean you're like her in any way. From what I've heard, your mother is a cold, heartless bitch who blames all of her problems on her children and solves those problems by beating them. And that is not you, Mary. Not at all. You're sweet, compassionate, strong, smart, beautiful, funny, and the furthest thing from your mother that I can think of. And you'll never be her, okay? Nev-"

"Kenny." Mary interrupted me.

I looked at her, and my heart melted. She was practically glowing. "That is the sweetest, kindest, most loving thing that anybody has ever told me." She walked over to me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

"I love you, Kenny McCormick." She whispered.

"I love you, too, Mary Christmas." I whispered back at her. She smiled, before capturing my lips in a kiss.

Mary's P.O.V.

The kiss was pure... perfection. The most perfect, right thing in the world.

I remembered one of my favorite quotes: 'Everybody means something to somebody.'

And until now, I hadn't even believed it. I had felt all alone in the world. But I wasn't anymore. Kenny was my somebody, and I was his somebody.

And that's all we needed.

Why can't I

breathe whenever I think about you?

Why can't I

speak whenever I talk about you?

Ta-da! I feel kinda bad about this story, tho, cuz i feel lik i made it mostly bout my oc wen it was supposed 2 b about Christy :( im sry.

And now u kno y ther needs 2 b a sequel. So many loose ends 2 tie up.

Note: Watch the Love the Way You Lie by Eminem feat. Rihanna music video. U wanna kno y? Lost fans will b happy 2 kno, Dominic Monaghan is in it! Tru fans r already jumpin 4 joy, im sure, but 4 the rest of u 'fans' (kidding) Dominic Monaghan is Charlie Pace! So watch it! Ritee now! Skedaddle!

And now, im gonna provide a list of all the songs i used 4 evry chappie:

Chapter 1: Love the Way You Lie by Eminem feat. Rihanna

Chapter 2: Airplanes by B.o.B feat. Hayley Willaims

Chapter 3: Rainbow Veins by Owl City

Chapter 4: Jump, Jive, an' Wail by The Brian Setzer Orchestra

Chapter 5: Runaway by Avril Lavigne

Chapter 6: Candyman by Christina Aguilera

Chapter 7: On the Wing by Owl City

Chapter 8: The Bird and The Worm by Owl City

Chapter 9: To the Sky by Owl City

Chapter 10: Crush by David Archuleta

Chapter 11: Why Can't I? by Liz Phair

Ah, my Owl City craze ^ ^.

Well, chow 4 now!

-CC

P.S. How corny was this last chappie? It made me wanna cry and throw up at the same time :) ahaha.