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I know this was one of my shortest chapters, this was basically the finished ending to the last chapter. But I just wanted to take this time to ask you all, as readers, what you'd be interested in seeing next! Please feel free to rate and comment...But what I would love most is some ratings along with some suggestions of what YOU would like to see happen next to Cherry and Dallas. It can be good, bad, mysterious, sad, etc. Then, hopefully one of your suggestions will launch my next chapter. Thanks so much for reading!

Dallas had only wished that kissing the scar on Cherry's cheek would heal it at that very moment. With his face pressed against it, he wished that he could know, just for this very moment, what Cherry had been feeling. Little did he know, Cherry actually was healed by the kiss that he had brought upon her cheek. Cherry began to feel whole again, and she did not know why. The thing that had puzzled her the most was the idea that she had turned so quickly. One moment she is convinced that Dallas hadn't meant a thing to her, the next she had been completely head over heels. She didn't like this, but frankly, at the moment, she did not care. She felt what she felt.

Cherry decided to give in. She took a deep breath, and turned her head to face him. His eyes, still slightly watered, stood out so apparently. The skin on his cheeks were nearly glowing. Cherry noticed his cheekbones, and then the single tear that had still laid upon them. With her finger, she softly wiped it off his face. She had come into conflict with her own emotions, but she could no longer handle which one to trust more. She lost control and instead went ahead with her instinct thoughts; Dallas was only from the outside, she thought, but in so many ways. He was like some piece of art work, like a painting.

Cherry had remembered seeing an attractive looking painting before. It had plenty of dark and interesting shades, and it gave her a feeling that dragged her in further than any other bright paintings could have. But the moment that she had taken a step closer, examining the painting, she then realized that it was nothing special at all. There was nothing to it, only different shades than usual; nothing else had made it different from any other painting. The looks were nothing short of deceiving. However, when deciphering the abstract designs of this painting, she had come to notice that it had a strong essence of beauty to it. The fact that there was something hidden within the piece of art; it had turned the piece into something so great, almost astonishing.

That was Dallas. With feelings so abstract, and an external form of attractiveness, Dallas was amazingly beautiful. And nobody else but Cherry could tell the difference, between him and the other paintings hung up on the wall.

"I'm sorry, Cherry. I love you." Dallas whispered with has face still remaining close to hers. Cherry nodded. She then replied, "I know, I still love you too."

He kissed her lips gently. Dallas had realized at this very moment how much he had missed her. He knew he had missed her before, but he had not felt her kiss in several days. He held her tightly, not letting her go. Cherry began to smile without realizing it, and she moved one hand up to touch the front of his neck, right below his chin. She pulled away, and rested her head just below his, onto his chest.

"Your little fast-mouthed friend wouldn't let me near you just a minute ago." Dallas spoke up with a smirk. Cherry felt the vibrations of his voice through his chest.

She looked up, "Who? Michelle?"

"Is that her name? I don't know, I've never met the chick before, I don't think."

"Yeah you have! When we were with Sophia and Marcia, remember? She's the one that made you walk out that one day."

Dallas looked straight ahead and paused. He kept thinking of the one day that he had gotten upset, which was the day that he hit Cherry. Finally, he remembered. He remembered back to when Michelle had implied that Cherry didn't even deserve Dallas. Just thinking about it irked Dallas a little.

Dallas laughed, "Oh, yeah I remember her. No wonder that broad was so pissed, couldn't even remember who she was. I asked her if she was a friend of yours. That set her off like a time bomb, man."

"Wow…" Cherry smiled. She found it humorous that Dallas hadn't remembered Michelle only after meeting her just a week ago. She knew it was about time Michelle had her ego straight. After all, she was one of those girls that thought they had owned every room they walked into, always assuming that every guy they had laid eyes on drooled over them. Evidently, Dallas was not the candidate that Michelle had been expecting.

"Well, I mean I'm having lunch with her right now. I mean, her and Marcia. So I guess I'de better head on back soon." Cherry grabbed her purse.

Dallas stood up, "Oh, yeah I was actually just about to get a bite to eat with Pony and Johnny, if you wanted to say hi real quick. They'd love to see ya."

Cherry nodded and smiled, "Yeah, yeah actually that'd be great."