Author's Note: So...another four-shot. Well...I'm actually going to respond today!

Day Seventy-Three: Glitter in the Air by P!nk

People don't get into beds with murderers. That was common sense.

So this was like the ultimate trust exercise, in her eyes. She was getting into bed, lying down with, and closing her eyes next to someone her whole town once thought killed her best friend. And some part of her just did. It just trusted him.

She didn't know what would happen when she closed her eyes that night. To her, the situation was about as chance as taking a deck of cards or a fistful of glitter and tossing it to see where they landed. Que sera, sera; whatever happened, happened.

A small part of her which wanted to say that he still killed Alison was silent that night. She was looking the fear which that part had in the face. She was being fearless in the truest sense.

She didn't realize that after she did so, it would be past the point of no return. This was only the start of something; the tip of the iceberg. She was feeling the pleasure before the pain which would come in due time.

Her heart fluttered milliseconds before her skin made contact with his unintentionally. She felt a small spark of electricity. She could hear him breathing.

She wondered if this was normal and if she was the only one who felt this way.

She stared at the phone and bit her lip nervously. She hated that she was so anxious and nervous.

She had been waiting her whole life to feel like somebody understood her. And she had finally found that with him. But then…he was gone. She had to give him up. And she thought he was finally back, but she couldn't help but wonder. She was waiting for the call to prove she wasn't alone.

There was a soft, gentle knock on the door. She turned the corner and peeked through the blinds to see who it was. She saw just the person she was hoping for. She allowed him in. He seemed like a stranger to her now, but at the same time…as familiar as a best friend or the back of your hand.

She was no longer oblivious to all the things about him, and he wasn't with her, either. She was rather glad he was no longer oblivious and knew everything about A and Alison. It wasn't like time was ticking on their relationship with A breathing down her neck, making the fine hairs stand on edge as her heart raced.

She reached out to hug him and he was eager to hug her back. They pulled away naturally and she began to speak, but he pulled her in for a kiss.

For the first time, she heard him breathe before the kiss. It was that tiny moment of hesitation. She wondered why she was just now noticing it. Maybe it was that small bit of hesitation and shyness left between the two of them. They both felt it.

It had been a long time since she had a thought so happy she felt like smiling. But today she did. A part of her felt crazy, simply because it was some strange dream meant to preserve the memory of him.

In her dream, she awoke wearing a silk nightgown. She put on her silk robe. She didn't know why, but she was in some lavish, beautiful house in what looked like the countryside.

She stepped out very tentatively. She roamed down the long, pristine hallways before making it to a large courtyard.

The grass was a perfect, manicured green. The flowers and hedges were cultivated and trimmed to perfection. There were two young children and a small dog playing on the opposite side of the garden with a small dog.

He was sitting, sketching something at a table. She made her way over and sat down across from him.

He looked up at her. "How did you sleep, Sweetheart?"

She thought of a response before he handed her a cup of coffee and fed her some croissant, which just confirmed that this was her idea of heaven.

She wondered if this was her brain's way of telling herself that she was wasting away into nothing. But she didn't mind.

He looked her in the face and she felt herself slipping away again. He hadn't laid a hand on her, but he touched her so deeply and indescribably that she was sure she'd never be able to erase his memory, no matter how hard she tried.

She felt the tears on her cheeks. She went to comfort him and felt her skin burn upon contact with his.

Some minutes later, she walked back out, seemingly baring everything to him. She walked slowly at first, but as she saw him, so gentle and sweet as he always had been, she felt her feet do most of the thinking. She was praying they didn't fail her.

She kissed him and she wished this night would never end. She wished she could just be here with him, tonight, and forget about the torment of A and all of her troubles outside of this room.

She realized what love was. She saw the moon and the stars in his eyes that night. It was unlike anything she ever experienced.

She found herself holding her breath and hesitating. She was glad to say that she could just breathe after giving it thought.

She was sure there was nothing that could top this endless night. This was a night she equated to faith and fate and nothing else.

LittleBittyAbby: I have nooooo idea what you just said, but...okay. I love that song. And it's disgusting here. They say that in LA, when it's 90 degrees, it feels like 90 degrees, but in NYC, when it's 90 degrees, it feels like 1000 degrees. And after rain? It feels like 10000 degrees. It's gross.

Sarah:There are kids who stay up until like one or two in the morning and I just don't know how. I'm just like...no. I need to sleep. And everyone can take a couple thousand seats. Like, everyone. I'm so done with everyone at home. Jeez...

MizzIsTheFizz:Kids seem to kind of like me. At least a little. And it rained like a ton yesterday, which is why it's so humid and gross where I live. Translation: bad hair day. Well, every day is a bad hair day for me, anyway. Hope you have fun with that French test.

AL3110:I had a dream that my school was taking a tour through Denmark and we were going to Copenhagen and I called you and was like, "AL, we have to meet because if not, I will kill someone. Get over here NOW" and then we'd hang out in Copenhagen wherever you wanted. No, it was really cold. But now it's really humid and gross.

tobyequalshottness: Thank you! Your reviews are awesome, BTW. I'm really glad you like my writing.

I'm going to be sick. Like, really. What is up with me as of lately? I don't even know.

Alright, so...Latin class...we were in Latin and my Latin teacher said someone in our Latin I class went into his office and took a photo of the test before he changed it. he said the idiot (and he said those words) sent it to their friends both in and not in Latin I and some of the friends not in Latin I thought to tell my Latin teacher, so he was just calling them an idiot (I don't think he did anything) and he wanted to remind us that academic dishonesty (fancy term for cheating) can result in expulsion from my school. And I said I didn't do it because I don't have any friends :) Yup, that's Kayson.

The next one-shot is going to be Look At Me by Carrie Underwood which most of you have already read, so...I give up on life. I'm going to be home late tomorrow so I might upload Look At Me (since I already have the doc), and I'll probably upload #75 (the mysterious amazing one-shot) on Saturday along with Stay Stay Stay. Thanks for being so patient with me, especially since I'm really weird :) -Kayson