"SHAWN!"

"GET OFF HIM!"

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"PUNCH JAREDS DICK"

"Is he up there?" A familiar voice asked. I hoped for a moment that it was the one face I wanted to see.

My head pounded like it was banged into a wall many times. An ice pack wrapped in a towel laid on my head, giving it some relief. I was shirtless, only in boxers underneath my covers. I heard footsteps approach my door. It opened, and it wasn't her.

"Hey," Becca said softly. The room was dark, and the hall light didn't help when it shined in my room.

"Your Mom told me to tell you that Jessica dropped by, and if you were okay, and that she's sorry. Doctor said you needed as much sleep as you could, so don't play the 'why didn't you wake me?' card on your Mother," she whispered. She closed the door, and I couldn't see her for a few seconds, until she came into view again. Only the open blinds, which allowed the moonlight to dance around, filled the atmosphere.

I felt the bed shift from her weight. She ran a hand through my hair. I would've told her to stop, but I didn't have the strength. Plus, her hand was kinda comforting, and her hand was ice cold, which made it feel even better.

"What happened?" I asked. It didn't sound correct, groggily even. But, she understood.

"Jared didn't realize I go to Jessica's school. Stupid head. He's been dating her behind my back. I'm okay, though. He was like, a late summer fling gone wrong. I knew he was doing someone else. He's not that slick," her voice was a soft whisper.

"That doesn't clear up why I feel like shit, Becca."

"Right, right. Sorry. When you saw them kissing, you got so mad and marched over and punched Jared in the jaw. Gotta say, I was in the ambulance with you, and you say some weird stuff in your sleep," her voice giggled.

"What did I say?" I asked, louder this time. I started to sit up, but Becca laid me back down, hushing me.

"Lay back. You need to keep still," the back of her hand was placed on my forehead, cooling me and giving me relaxation.

"You said something that was directed to me. It was like, 'I wasn't mad a Jessica. I was mad at Jared' or something like that. The paramedics were so confused," she explained.

As much as I wanted it to be false, I didn't even think about Jessica. I did punch Jared because he was Becca's boyfriend! I wasn't even mad a Jessica at the time. That prick cheated on Becca!

Since when did I care about Becca?

I don't care about her. Jared shouldn't have cheated. What a terrible boyfriend.

"Sorry about Jessica. She was the one that kissed him, just to clear things up," she said sincerely.

"Why would you be sorry?" I asked, as if I had no clue what she was talking about.

"Don't give me that. You like - or liked - Jessica."

"And you like - or liked - Jared."

She laughed, and tried to do it quietly for my sake. Once she calmed down, she explained.

"He wasn't that nice to me, Shawn. I don't know why I even stayed with him," she paused.

"That's a lie. I know why. I stayed with him because he made my heart beat again. Not because I loved him, but because of the adrenaline he gave me. We would sneak out at midnight and go places. He taught me how to do things, like hijack a car in an emergency, and how to drive a motorcycle. He was a cool guy," She sighed.

"But he did terrible things. He wouldn't be kind to anyone, even me. My parents knew about him, but didn't like us. I didn't even like us."

Silence filled the air again. What could I say? I couldn't believe Becca had a boyfriend, and I beat him up the same day I first heard about him. So much for first impressions.

"Do you need anything? Are you hungry? I can get you water," she asked, actually trying to help.

"No, I'm good," I whispered. She sat there for a moment, sighing again.

"I should let you sleep."

"No." I grabbed her hand as she started to get up.

"I mean, I could really use some company. Just for a few minutes," I plead. She looked at me for a minute. She nodded her head.

"I really like your tattoos," she whispered. Her cold fingers traced my inked skin. First the blue lightbulb, then the guitar.

"What's the story behind this one? These look like sound waves," she traced her fingers on my arm, making my skin on fire, even though her hands are ice.

"They are. It's my family saying 'I love you' with the Toronto skyline, where I'm from," I explained. She seemed to be in awe.

"And I play guitar," I added, whispering.

She laughed again. "How about this one?"

"The lightbulb is referring to a song a wrote. The flowers - orchids - are my Moms favorite," I said softly. She traced them again and again, looking at the details even in the small light we had.

That's the thing I noticed about Becca. She only notices the details. She has so much to focus on that she forgets to look that the big picture sometimes. She doesn't pay attention, but at the same time, she does.

"What are you thinking?" Her voice floated on air, nearly inaudible.

"About you." It wasn't a lie.

"What about me?" She chuckled.

"That your fingers are cold. But, they feel good," that wasn't a total lie. I did think about that.

She smiled. In the dancing moonlight that lit up the room, the smallest miracle happened. One that I thought would never happen. One that seemed impossible. In the two days I knew her, at this moment, I thought she was the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on.