Phoebe POV

"Did you black out?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Tell me your name."

These were just some of the questions that the trainer had asked me as I laid on the ground. I could feel myself starting to become faint and dizzy from the amount blood that was gushing out of my eyebrow. The trainer had me lay down on the ground to try and lower the amount of blood that I was losing. I was surrounded by a group of people who were all asking me questions at once. I could hear the voices of the trainer, mom, Brooke, and Christina as they were all kneeling down on the ground beside me.

My head was pounding and it felt like someone was inside it with a jackhammer. I knew it was bad, probably a concussion and definitely needing a few stitches. I could feel the warmth on my face and down my neck from my blood as I laid still. I opened my eyes as I saw the trainer on the ground to my left, digging in his medical kit searching for what I assumed were the butterfly Band-Aids. I couldn't see my mom, but I heard her talking to the trainer, her mom instincts taking over. I rolled my eyes as she asked numerous questions and listened as the trainer said I would need stitches and to be tested for a concussion. She was always too worried over me. I'm 18 years old, not 5, I know how to handle myself.

I felt weight from the side of my head move and then a rag placed back down as I looked up. There was Christina, holding a towel against my eyebrow where it had split open. She placed a little bit more pressure to try and stop the bleeding as I winced from the discomfort.

"I'm sorry." She said quickly, realizing that she had hurt me. I could see the look of panic in her eyes. She released some of the pressure she was pressing down to try and ease the pain she had caused. I quickly reached behind me and grabbed her hand as I pulled it back down, applying the pressure again.

"It's okay, you're doing the right thing." I told her to try and relieve her. She silently nodded to me as she continued to hold the towel down. I watched her as she avoided my eyes and looked away. I was about to ask her what was wrong but before I could Brooke was there, sitting beside of Christina.

"Babe are you okay?" She asked me worriedly as she placed her hand on my stomach. She searched my body for any other signs of injury as her blue eyes met mine.

"Babe." The word had slipped past her lips accidentally as I mentally winced at the slip up. I didn't need to deal with the idea of being outted right now and especially after the events of last night. Sure we were affectionate and used pet names like 'babe' at school and with our friends. But the fact that I was surrounded by my family, who didn't know, and Brooke calling me 'babe' would be hard to talk my way out of.

"I'm fine Brooke." I added extra emphasis on her name as she caught on almost immediately. Her eyes grew wide as she realized her mistake. At the same time, we both subtly looked around to see if my mom or anyone else had her the slip up. Luckily, the ambulance had just arrived at the field and everyone had their attention towards it.

"We're fine." I whispered as she nodded and mouthed 'I love you.' I reached for her arm and gave her a squeeze to let her know that I felt the same.

I felt Christina lift the towel off of my head as she stood up and backed away from me. I watched her as she bit the inside of her lip and looked away, hands on her hips. The trainer moved over and began to place the butterfly Band-Aids along the edge of my eyebrow. 1, 2, 3 as I counted how many he had put on. "Okay, the Ambulance is here to take you to the hospital Phoebe."

The EMT'S jogged over to me with the orange board as they laid it down beside me. Everyone stood back as I scooted on top of it and they strapped me in appropriately. Mom was beside me as she reached for my hand. She rubbed some of the dirt off my face as she smiled at me reassuringly.

"Frank is driving the kids home and then he'll meet us there sweetie." She told me. I looked outside as I saw Frank start to jog back to Dylan and the little ones, as Dylan rounded them up and helped them down the bleachers. Christina looked from me to Frank and then back to me again, unsure of where to go. Part of me wanted her to get inside the van. Something about her presence soothed me and calmed me down. Christina had a very maternal side that came out when someone was hurt or upset. It was like instinctively she went into motherly mode and tried her best to soothe the little ones or to make you feel better. I think ever since her mom died she took over that role. Being the only daughter and having to take care of the house and the little ones made her mature quickly and take on a whole new level of responsibility.

"Is it okay if I come Mrs. Beardsley?" Brooke had interrupted my thoughts and had spoken up from beside of Christina as she took a step forward. I was shocked at her gesture, thinking that she would just check on me once I got home. I wasn't expecting her at all to be that forward.

"Of course Brooke, you don't need to ask. You're practically family." Mom told her as she stepped up and into the back of the ambulance. I smirked at the choice of her words. Family. If she only knew…

I watched as one of the EMT's shut the doors. Suddenly, Nick appeared by Christina's side with his football bag. He spoke to her as she nodded and began to walk away with him. The ambulance turned it's siren on and began to speed away, as I craned my neck trying to see them.

"You're one tough girl." Mom told me as she leaned forward speaking to me. She blocked my view of outside as I just smiled at her. I laid back down and watched the passing trees and buildings outside of the window.

"Yeah, you gave us all a scare Phe." Brooke said. I could tell that she was scared. The look in her eyes and the bouncing of her leg gave it away. She kept playing with her fingers and with the edge of her jacket. I looked over to mom who was watching the exchange between me and Brooke. She simply smiled at me as she rubbed her thumb over my hand. Mom definitely wasn't stupid, she could tell when me and Dylan were hiding something. And it could only mean one thing. She knows about me and Brooke.

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Hour and a half later…

Christina POV

I walked up the staircase towards my room as Nick was following close behind me. Nick had just finished football practice and was heading to watch the last few minutes of the game when the fight broke out. He hung back with the crowd, stating that he didn't want to add to the numerous people that had started to crowd around Phoebe. After Phoebe, Helen, and Brooke had jumped into the Ambulance and the Admiral was making his way over to the little ones did Nick approach me. He asked if Phoebe was alright and said that the Norwich player had a rep for starting fights. He saw the small cuts on my hands from where I fell when she pushed me to the ground and asked if I was okay, to which I said it was nothing. Nick offered to give me a ride home and I said yes, we stopped at the Harbor for a quick bite to eat before he took me home. I invited him to come inside and hang out with me and keep me company and he jumped at the offer.

"Sorry for the mess, we haven't had a whole lot of time to clean up from last night." I explained to him as various clothing items, school books and other things cluttered the room.

"Geez Christina, you can't even clean up for a guest?" Nick poked fun at me as he teased me. I laughed at his form of breaking the slight awkward tension as I began to dig through my drawers for some comfortable clothes to change into. To be honest, I don't remember much of last night, much less what happened between us. The last thing I remember clearly was making out with him during flip cup. I knew that we'd have to bring up what happened last night at some point, but both of us seemed nervous to do so.

"You made part of the mess in the living room last night!" I joked with him. His green eyes sparkled as he smiled at me. He released a chuckle as he looked to the ground and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Touché." He told me as looked around the room. He walked past the foot of my bed and to my desk as he looked at my wall of cheerleading posters, ribbons, and awards. I stood beside my dresser awkwardly as he closely examined each one. For some reason I was nervous as he looked through the various accolades I had collected through the many years.

"Impressive." Nick merely said as he walked back over to me.

"I'm gonna change into something more comfortable do you mi-" I started as Nick knew what I was about to say.

"Oh right! Yeah, I'll just-" He pointed behind him as he turned around to face Phoebe's side of the room as I changed clothes.

I quickly changed out of my cheerleading uniform and slipped into a simple blue American Apparel sweatshirt and a pair of black leggings. Instantly feeling more at ease, I honestly was exhausted.

"Okay you can look now." I told Nick as he turned around. He looked at me up and down as he smiled.

"I like that shirt. It looks really good on you." He said sweetly to me. I smiled and laughed shyly as I reminded him that it was only a sweatshirt.

A few moments passed before the silence was starting to get awkward.

"So can we talk about last night?" Nick had been the brave one out of us two. He looked at me hopeful as I met his eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah of course we can." I said as I preceded to sit down on top of my duvet. Nick sat on the edge of my bed as I picked up a pillow and held it in my lap.

"Look Christina, last night was…amazing." He told me as I listened to him. "You know that I've liked you ever since you moved here last year. And I think that after last night, us making out, you kissing me back…you like me too." Nick said as he placed his hand on top of mine, stopping my nervous fingers.

"Yeah." I simply said as a million thoughts hit me all at once. I knew where this was going. Nick wanted me to be his girlfriend. After everything that has happened in the last year between Phoebe, Nick and myself, I could honestly say that I saw it coming. We all had made peace after the big "Break up mom and dad" party and to be fair, he had changed. He'd grown up more. There was still bitterness between him and Phoebe, which was evident. But they were civil when they were around each other and no longer made side remarks about the other.

I'll admit that when we first moved to New London and I first met Nick I wanted him. He was popular, a jock, captain of the football team, and had every girl chasing after him. Back then he was like a prize that I just had to win, I had to show off. Within this past year, I have really changed the most out of everyone in the family. I was a total bitch last year to say the least. Looking back and remembering the things I said to Phoebe and how I acted…I hated who I was then. Now, our new family kept me grounded, they made me into a person that I am proud to be.

"Yeah I do Nick." I told him as his face lit up.

"Sooo are we-?" Nick trailed off not wanting to assume anything. I realized that we both were leaning towards each other on the bed as Nick's face was close to mine.

I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew that by going out with Nick that it could possibly start another 'war' between the three of us again over the sheer fact that Nick moved on from Phoebe to me. That broke "sister code". Some part inside of me wanted that to happen. The feelings of last year when there was rivalry between me and Phoebe for Nick were returning. I wanted to make her jealous of Nick. After last night, Phoebe basically showed that she didn't care about Nick anymore. She had Brooke. She had Brooke and now I would have Nick. Past relationships and feelings shouldn't matter…right? We all would be happy and that's what mattered right? We all would have someone that made us happy, right? Phoebe has her happiness with Brooke, she's shown that. It's my turn to find some happiness with someone. It's my moment now.

With that, I leaned forward and closed the distant between me and Nick as I kissed him. I held his face in-between my hands as I deepened the kiss. I felt him smile against my lips as his hand was behind my neck, pulling me closer to him. We kept the kiss going as I felt him move forward, as I slid backward. My head hit the pillow as Nick crawled over top of me.