I did start writing another story. It's called Differentiate. It is about Eric and an initiate. I just had an idea and I wanted to get it down before I forgot it. I started to write the next chapter for this story. It's short, but I think you'll love it. I really do like this story and Alex and Eric's relationship, so I am going to continue to write this one out. Don't worry.

Sorry this update took a while, but here you go. I hope you enjoy it.

I woke up to the feeling of someone playing with my hair. I picked my head up off the bed to look at Eric. He was laying there, perfectly still. The only thing that moved, was his arm that was closest to me. I leaned up over him and looked at his face. Eric's eyes suddenly opened and he gave me that award winning smile.

"I knew I would go to heaven after I died. I'm looking at the most beautiful angel right now," he said as he started to chuckle. Relief fluttered through me for just a second and then I remembered what happened. I punched his arm.

"Hey, I'm already in a hospital bed."

"Don't you dare joke about dying again," I said letting out a sigh and throwing myself back in the chair.

"Well, I am looking at someone beautiful."

"Don't. I'm still so upset with you."

"What are you upset about now?"

"You scared the hell out of me," I yelled at him.

"By touching your hair," he joked.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I'm glad to see you still care about me," he said continuing to smile.

"Eric, this isn't a time to crack jokes!"

"Why are you getting mad? This stuff happens sometimes. Besides the doctor said it's just a minor concussion. I should be out of here in the morning."

I got up and walked away.

"Alex, get over here." I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the room.

"No, don't you see where you are right now?"

"I did say we should get off campus, didn't I? And what do you know," he said chuckling. "We're off campus."

"You're being a punk right now Eric!"

"Come here," he said patting his hand down on the bed by his side. I crossed my arms and looked away. "Do you want me to get up and go over there, because I will."

I rolled my eyes and walked back over to him and sat down on the bed. He held out his hand for mine, which looked painful for him to lift it that far up. I took his hand and placed into my lap, knowing the slightest movement would probably bring him more pain. I looked down at Eric as he still seemed to look powerless. I didn't like seeing Eric like this at all!

After a few minutes, Eric spoke up.

"This is nice. Not exactly the Pit," he said still smiling. I was really getting irritated.

"Why is this so funny to you?! You went and got yourself knocked out during a football game!"

"Why are you yelling? I told you these things happen, I can't help it." I looked away. "Alex look at me," he said moving his hand to rub my leg. I turned to him.

"Did you eat anything?"

"Why are you so concerned about me?! You're the one who was unconscious for God knows how long."

"Alex, please calm down," he said rubbing my thigh again. "I just want to know if you ate anything."

"No. I was waiting until you woke up and then I was going to head back to campus. They didn't let me see you. All the guys came in, but I didn't!" Eric squeezed my hand in his. My voice was started to get louder. "This isn't where I pictured us hanging out tonight, that's all."

"I know," he replied as his thumb started to move in a circle pattern on the back of my hand. "This isn't as bad as it seems." I bit my lip and looked away quickly so as to say anything back.

"Did you want me to get you anything before I leave," I turned back to him slowly.

"Leave?"

"I was only going to stay until you woke up. I just wanted to see you. Like I said they didn't let me see you. In fact I told the nurse..." I paused. "Who cares about that? Anyways, I wanted to see that you were okay. I needed to see it for myself." It's not that I didn't trust the guys when they told me Eric was okay.

Eric started to scoot over on the bed. For some reason it didn't seem like the movement caused him pain. Either that or he was trying to hide it from me so I wouldn't go crazy again. I couldn't help it, I was so happy to speak to him after the game and then it was like someone took a grenade and let it explode in me when Eric took that hit. Craziness was bound to hit me sooner or later.

"Will you stay with me for a little while longer?" Eric took off the sheet that covered him so I could lay under the sheet next to him. I crawled in slowly under the sheet. I really didn't feel like getting close to him now. He was hurt after all. Especially when I noticed the bruise right on his side. I couldn't help but think that that's probably where Jack's helmet made contact with him. There was still space between us as I laid on my side and reached my hand to touch the bruise.

"Alex, it's fine, really," Eric said as he wrapped his arm under my head and use his other hand to grab my waist and pull my body closer to his. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair.

Time seemed to have pass by, but I didn't care. Part of me was starting to relax as he held me close in his arms. Eric then leaned down a little and kissed my forehead.

"How was your game," he said as I felt his lips move against my forehead. I really didn't want to talk about that right now, but I guess anything to relieve the tension.

"We won."

"How many aces did you get with this," he asked as he started to play with my hand. I started to laugh a little.

"Not much," I answered as I looked up at him. "Just five."

"Five? That's really good, Alex." As Eric looked down at me, I started to relax even more. I had wanted tonight to be like this, me being wrapped up in his arms, but of course not in a hospital bed. For some reason as he held me close and I felt his heartbeat vibrate on my hand, it sent a calming effect through me. Eric is here. Eric is with me. I smiled again.

"I got a couple kills, too." His smiled got wider. "It was a really good game."

"I'm very happy for you."

"My dad was really happy," I said looking back down. "He said there was a picture of me in the newspaper servicing an ace from last week's game. He cut it out and has it framed in his office."

"Didn't someone tell you that you're parents would always be proud of you," he teased.

"I wonder who that was," I responded looking back up at him. Leaned up quickly and kissed his cheek. I turned so that I could rest against Eric's chest and face him. I was hoping that this was hurting him, but judging from the smile on his face, he didn't feel pain anymore with me being here either.

"Your dad would be proud of you, too, Eric." Eric ran his fingers across my forehead and through my hair. Then his smile faded.

"What time is it?"

I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's quarter to 2."

"It's November 2nd now," he replied.

"What is it?"

"It's my dad's birthday." Why hadn't he ever told me that before? I looked down at my duffle on the chair. Yup, Christina put my wallet in there.

"I'll be right back," I said as I started to climb off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back." I leaned down, kissed his cheek again and then walked out of the room.

The hallways were quiet. There were a couple nurses here and there, but no one really seemed to notice me, which was good considering what I told one of the nurses earlier. I finally found my way to the cafeteria which was closed but there were still vending machines in them. There was even one with slices of cake. I put in some money, pressed the button, waited for the door to click and then I pulled it open. I grabbed the only flavor cake they had left and brought it back to the room.

I walked in to see Eric had moved the bed up a little, so that he was lying completely on his back. He had turned on the television and was watching...

"The Disney Channel," I asked.

"It got quiet when you left. I just needed something to distract me. What's that?"

"I thought we could have a slice of cake in honor of your dad." I moved the roll away table for Eric and put the container on it. "It's carrot cake though."

"Carrot cake was actually my dad's favorite."

"You're kidding!"

"No," Eric said smiling. I smiled too and went to grab him a fork. Right when I turned back to give it to him, he had stuck his finger in the frosting and planted it on my cheek.

"That's so not funny," I said as I wiped it away. "You're fortunate you're in a hospital bed or you would be in bigger trouble than you already are, mister!"

Eric started to laugh. We ate the cake slowly, occasionally looking at the TV and commenting on the show that was on. We started to talk about Disneyland and Disney World. Eric had never gone and always wanted to, all the more so now that his dad passed. His dad used to work there for a while and always talked about it.

"I know the lines are probably long and it's crowded, but I want to go at least once," he said turning back to me. He had on that same smile from a coupe nights ago when he talked about his dad taking him fishing. "How many times have you been there?"

"I've gone twice. The first time was when my brother's pee wee team won their division, my dad video taped him and asked him 'what do you want to do now that you won the game?' You know what they usually ask when a team wins the Superbowl or something? He said he wanted to go to Disneyland, so we went to Disneyland." Both Eric and I started to laugh.

"The second time was before we went to high school," I answered. "That was one of the best summers with my family, I believe. That's when my brother and I were the closest."

"You're getting back there," Eric stated smiling.

"Yeah, we are," I smiled back.

"If I do decide to go one day, will you come with me," Eric asked.

"Of course I will."

"We have to go and ride Star Tours and watch Captain EO."

"I believe that's in Tomorrow Land," I answered. I wanted to say that the ride was pretty old and I didn't really like 3D shows, but there obviously was a reason why he choose those two.

"It is. My dad said he helped a lot with the design of Tomorrow Land. Those two were the first things he worked on." There's the reason.

"He had just started college and was working there. Imagine that he just graduated high school and after a couple months was working on rides like that! Of course they redid the rides and updated it. But I just want to see it. See what my dad was part of. He always told me that anything is possible with a little imagination and a whole lot of creativity." Eric seemed to be lost in a daydream thinking about his father. I almost wanted to cry.

I looked at my fork and at Eric's and noticed that we had the only pieces of cake left on them.

"To your dad," I said I held up my fork. Eric smiled and held up his too.

"To Alan Cornelius Matthews," Eric responded. "A great dad and an awesome man."

(If you didn't catch that. There is a show on Disney Channel called Girl Meets World. It's a spin off from Boy Meets World. One of the Characters in there is named Eric Matthews and his dad is Alan Matthews. His brother is Cory or Cornelius Matthews who is going to be in the Girl Meets World show.)

We both ate our last bites. Eric put down his fork, titled his head to look at me and pulled me in close for a soft kiss. He kept his hand cupped on my face and moved his thumb slowly back and forth on my cheek as we stared at each other for a long time. This felt so right. For us to just be together. In a time where we both needed someone to be there, Myra was right, we always found a way back to each other. Remembering where we were, I slid my head in his hand to place a kiss in his palm before I moved it, then kissed his cheek, and finally took the plastic fork and container to throw away.

I went to sit down back on his bed as he grabbed my hand and held it in his. A few minutes passed by as our fingers stayed entangled in my lap. Eric lifted his hand away from mine and ran his fingers down my cheek.

"I've really missed you Alex."

"I've missed you too Eric."

"I still care about you Alex. I still like you. A lot. I really want us to be together."

"I do too."

"Have you had enough time, yet?"

"You're really going to ask me that while you're in a hospital bed?"

"Hey, maybe I'm counting on your sympathy to show a injured man mercy and just say 'yes'."

"Can we please not joke around about your medical condition?" He started to laugh. "I'm serious. I don't care if they said it's a MINOR concussion. It looked major to me."

"Alex," he whispered.

"They put a brace and everything around you. An ambulance came. I saw them haul you away like some dead carcass. You're in the hospital right now for crying out loud!" It seemed like reality was coming back to me. The image of him laying on the ground was too strong in me already. All calmness disappeared and frustration and emptiness was engulfing me now.

"Hey, it's alright Alex."

"You weren't moving. You weren't moving at all. You just laid on the damn field! Look at you now." I was falling back into a dark hole. Tears started to run down my face remembering all the emotions that passed through me just a couple hours before.

"I'm alright," he said as he moved his hand and tried to use it to help him sit up.

"Eric what are you doing? Your head is going to hurt more."

He wiped away my tears, moved his hand around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Not as much as my heart hurts right now." With that he brought my face to his and pressed our lips together. It was so slow and soft until he grabbed my thigh and pulled me on top of him in a straddle.

"Eric," I whispered, pressing my hand to his chest. "You're hurt."

"I told you. It's only my heart that's hurting." His lips brushed mine lightly before I pulled away. He had to have been in some other form of pain.

"Please, just one more kiss, Alex," he whispered back. I couldn't help but remember the last time I asked him for just one more kiss. I wanted to feel him again so badly, too.

I threw my arms around him and melted into another kiss. I moved away just a little. He did that on purpose!

"You did that to distract me from arguing with you," I accused him whispering. I could still feel his lips on mine.

"Maybe. In all honesty though, I did it because I can't stand it already Alex." His lips mumbled against mine. "I like you too much to stay away from you."

One of his hands moved along my back on the inside of my shirt and willed us back into kissing, while his other hand cupped my face, keeping our lips pressed together. I ran my hands under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his abs, his chest, and his arms once again. I couldn't stand it either. I did not like being without him just the same as he didn't want to stay away from me. I wanted to pull away to tell him, but he was sending my body into a place I've never experienced before.

Someone cleared their throat and we both pulled away to see a nurse standing in the doorway.

"The call nurse button rang, but I'm assuming I wasn't needed," she said with a stern look of disapproval. I looked down to see that my knee had accidentally kicked the button. "Am I correct Miss to assume you're not his sister?"

"Sister," Eric said looking at me.

"They wouldn't let me stay unless I was family," I said looking down feeling guilty for lying to the nurse. I knew that lie was going to catch up with me sooner or later. Eric started to chuckle.

"Well, it's past visiting hours and considering you're not family, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the patient be so he can rest," asked the nurse who still looked upset.

"Can I just get one more minute," I pleaded with my sad face. Her eyes softened a little. However, she still mumbled something as she walked away.

"Did you really try to use that face on the nurse," teased Eric.

"Hey it worked didn't it?" We both started to laugh. "I actually wanted to tell you something after the game was done when we were supposed to be hanging out. But, since I'm being ordered to leave and I got to see you, I'm going to head out. I'll tell you back on campus," I said as I slowly tried to climb off of Eric. He wrapped his arm tighter around me and kept me close.

"Just tell me now," he whispered as he moved his head to press his lips on my neck.

"You know exactly what to do, don't you," I whispered.

"If it's any consolation," he said pulling away. "You hold a power over me, too. No one knows me the way that you know me. That's how I can tell I need you and like you so much."

"I really do hate it that we like each other so much," I said smiling as Eric started to chuckle. I rested my head on his chest for a while, before finally deciding to say it.

I moved back a little in his lap, kissed his cheek and smiled.

"I think I've made you wait long enough," I said.

"So that means you're ready, then?"

"Ready for what," I teased.

"Now it's time for you to be serious, Miss Kent."

I started to laugh. Eric pinched my side.

"Fine, fine. Just don't tickle me." He looked at me expectantly. "I'm ready for us to be together, Eric."

Eric chuckled and then brought us faces closer. "I could be dying right now, you know. This isn't a time to joke around with me."

Just as I was about to hit him, he brought our lips together. He pressed hard on my back, smashing me closer on top of him. I felt heat rise all over in my body as his arms wrapped tighter around me. A soft moan escaped my mouth as Eric started to suck on my neck. How badly I yearned for us to be together, for his arms to be around me. This is how I pictured us as I did cheers at the game and now I wanted nothing more but to stay with him.

"Time's up," said the nurse walking back in. That's right, I couldn't stay.

"Can we have one more minute," Eric asked. This time I ended up hitting him softly and he let me climb off. I kissed his cheek.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Just to clarify, we're together now, right?"

"Yes, Eric."

"I think I'm cured then," he joked as I hit him again. "I can go home now. Let the doctor know, nurse."

Eric started to get out of the bed. I pushed him down.

"You're staying here until you see the doctor," I scolded as he chuckled. "I'll see you back on campus."

"Bye, Alex," he said as he pulled me in for one last kiss before I left the room with the nurse shaking her head at me.

"I'm sorry for lying." She just nodded and motioned for me to leave.

I can't believe what just happened. The second I got back to campus, I knocked on the door that didn't belong to me. I knew Christina probably had Will in our room, so I had to go somewhere else.

"It's three in the morning," the voice called from inside. The door slowly opened to reveal Myra in her pajamas. I threw myself on top of her and hugged her tightly. "Okay, what's going on Alex?" She pulled me back. "Oh my god, is it Eric? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is perfect!"

She looked at me a little shocked and then smiled. "You told him."

I hugged her again. "I did."