I'm being discharged from the hospital on the seventh day of my stay, which is today. Darren was always by my side for the whole week.

Eve and Danny visited a couple of times to check on me or bring some of my favorite gummy worms. Sometimes they stay for hours just to chat with me and joke with me. It's a good thing Danny recovered fast after what Carson did to him. He recovered faster than I did. There's still some gauze wrapped around his forehead though. I bet Eve has been taking good care of him these past few days.

Darren slept on the guest bed in the right corner of my hospital room. Sometimes I pretend to sleep because he wants me to sleep first before he does, I watched him a couple of times sleeping and he is just so dang adorable.

In the morning, he leaves, then brings breakfast for me. He helps me sit up from my bed and when I want to pee or wash myself, he calls the nurse immediately because he doesn't want to see me.. well, peeing and.. naked.

Then, after I take my lunch, we just talk. We talk about random things like our favorite music, favorite books and sometimes we talk about our past relationships. I've learned that Darren NEVER had a serious girlfriend before. Beats me. It doesn't look like he never had a girlfriend before. It just shocked me. I actually felt embarrassed for having my first kiss taken when I was twelve! It was definitely an accident because I tripped and fell on the hands of some jock. He purposely kissed me, and he caught me off guard. It still was a kiss, and yet it happened in an accident. My first real kiss is with Carson. I think I was fifteen going sixteen at that time when we became girlfriend and boyfriend. Darren, on the other hand, just lost his when he was fourteen. By some girl. He didn't give me details about this girl though. It left me curious but I didn't pester him anymore since it was making him feel uneasy.

Lately, I've been seeing another side of playboy Darren. He's an amazing guy with a heart of gold. He treats girls with respect, although sometimes he can be a bit naughty.

I still can't believe that such an amazing guy just confessed to me five days ago.

It seems like a dream every time I thought about it. The way he said he loved me kept replaying in my head like a broken recorder. Actually, I was doubting that he said that to me. After he told me he loves me that day, he never repeated it anymore. He never said it again and it scared me to death that his confession may actually be just a dream of mine. However, it felt so real. Him telling me he loves me felt so right. I wanted to ask him then and there if he loves me but I'm just too embarrassed and too frightened to do so. What if he says no? What if it was all just a dream after all?

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Are we going or what?" Eve yelled from the doorway.

Danny honked his red rusty truck once more before I came back to my senses. Eve raised one brow and signaled me to sit on the back seat. I stared at Darren who was loading my stuff in the trunk. He opened the car door for me and I slowly sat on the back seat, Darren closing the door on his side. My heart started pounding on my chest as both Darren and I were seated on the back seat of Danny's red truck. The distance between us wasn't that near but it still made my whole body shaky.

"You alright?" Darren asks all pf a sudden.

"Yeah. I'm fine..." I replied softly.

The loud blasting of Britney Spears' Toxic and Eve's constant dancing was the only thing you can observe in the car.

I sighed as I turned to stare outside of the window. Darren didn't bother talking to me. He was also staring on his other side of the window. Why is everything so awkward again? I'm generally confused.

"I'm so excited!! We are finally living together! I so wanted a sister!! I can't believe I'm living with my best friend, this is going to be so awesome!!" Eve squealed, turning her head on the back seat.

"Yeah. Cool."

I gave her a small smile. Living with Eve is a not-so-bad idea. You know, her family's really nice and I was also dying to have a sister back then. I'm really glad but I just can't suppress it. I actually felt horrible. I'm not even sure if Darren really loves me right now. My head is spinning and he is just confusing me.

I turned to steal a glance from him but he was still staring out the window as if something is bothering him. I heaved a sigh and leaned back on the seat feeling hopeless.

If he could just repeat it one more time... if he could just tell me once more if he loves me... I would really feel reassured. I wanted to hear it once more. My heart was craving for him to say it again but it seems impossible.

The rest of the trip was nerve-wrecking. Darren never spoke a word at all! Danny parked the car suavely on Eve's driveway as Eve leans in, wrapping her arms on Danny's neck and kissing him hardly.

There was an awkward air between Darren and I. His eyes widened for a minute but then his eyes went back to its emotionless state.

"Ahem." I coughed intentionally.

Eve suddenly flushed crimson, pulling away from Danny.

"Sorry... We forgot you guys are there.." Eve apologized.

"Riiight. Let's get um.. your things out of the car.." Danny says, also embarrassed. He pushes the car door open and races to the trunk to get my stuff.

"That... forget what you saw." Eve says.

"Uh.. yeah.. sure." I smiled faintly.

I got out of the car before I die because of tension. I followed Danny and unloaded my stuff. Darren followed behind, and suddenly-- we both eyed on the same luggage. Our hands were in contact and it was like electricity suddenly flowed through me. A spark ignited when our hands touched, I pulled away as fast as I can, gasping from what happened.

I.Alexis Reed.for the first time in my life.felt a spark with just one touch.

"Sorry.." Darren muttered softly, taking the luggage by the arm, slinging it on his right shoulder and going in Eve's humble abode.

I stood there stunned, slapping myself mentally and quickly took my pink duffel bag and one more of my suitcases and rushed inside Eve's home.

Eve's house is not too big, but not too small. White wallpaper, brown mahogany furniture, and everything made of glass: glass sculptures, glass counters, glass shelves, glass windows and glass chandeliers, filled the whole house. It's like a museum of glass! It's a two storey house, but there's a staircase leading to the terrace and patio of the house where lush greenery can be seen. I think Eve mentioned to me before that her mom has a green thumb.

"Hi Alexis!! How are you??" Eve's mom greeted perkily.

"I'm okay, Mrs.--"

"Don't." She cut off.

"Huh..?"

"Call me Cathy." She smiled brightly.

"Oh um, I'm okay.., Cathy?"

"You are so darn cute!!" Cathy says, pinching my cheeks.

"Mother!! What the hell do you think you're doing to Alexis!" Eve said in a disappointing tone of voice, hands on her hips.

"What? She's so cute when she's embarrassed on calling me by my first name!"

"You are so embarrassing, mom." Eve grunted, as she took my bags upstairs.

"Tsk. Tsk. That girl should really cheer up. It's like everyday is her red day." Cathy whined.

"Really..? Eve's one of the most outgoing persons I've ever met." I replied honestly.

"Yeah, but I don't see why her head is always hot when it comes to me." Cathy frowns.

I frowned as well. I remember Eve telling me she doesn't really have a nice relationship with her mom after her dad passed away.

Cathy seems nice though..

"I'm sure she just misses her father..." I replied honestly.

I saw Cathy frown and I cursed myself mentally for even bringing it up.

"I'm sorry--"

"It's fine." Cathy interrupted, "It's all in the past."

I silenced myself because I really don't want to butt in other people's matters.

"Well, hello there, handsome." Cathy winked, squeezing Darren's biceps playfully.

I laughed and shook my head. She is so.... similar to Eve.

Darren teasingly smirked, oh god, he is definitely a work of art. My eyes trailed on his face, down to his muscles, admiring how perfect his body is.

"Stop checking me out already." He smirks.

"I wasn't checking you out!" I retorted, gaping at him.

"Yeah, right. Deny all you want." Darren winks, heading upstairs with some of my luggage.

"I wasn't even denying anything!!" I yelled at him, clenching my fists.

I take back what I said. He's still an egoistic jerk.

Cathy giggled from the side, making me whip my head towards her.

"Sorry.. both of you are just adorable." Cathy gushed.

"We're not." I grumbled. Even if I said that though, there was a happy feeling inside of me knowing that both of us look cute together.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Cathy asked with googly eyes. It's like she didn't hear my reply from before.

"Never." I replied, fake gagging.

"Oh? Whatever you say." Cathy winks. She took my things with me rushing upstairs, leaving me hanging.

"What. Don't you believe me??" I yelled, but I didn't think she heard me.

I don't even believe myself though.

Darren came down a few seconds later, that smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

"Do you want me to carry that for you?" He asks, looking down on my duffel bag and suitcase.

"No thank you." I scoffed.

"Someone's cranky."

"I'm not. God, you're face is just so annoying." I growled at him.

Really, why was I this mad at him anyway?

"Woah woah woah, take a chill pill before you explode. Geez." He sighs, ruffling my hair.

See what I mean by bipolar Darren? One minute he's ignoring me, another minute he's talking to me, teasing me like crazy!

"Whatever."

"Yeah, I've got to go. I still have a game in two days."

"What game?" I asked curiously.

"It's the big season's football game. Our school's playing against the defending champions in the championship game. How could you not know that? What planet do you live in?" He says, rolling his eyes.

I totally forgot about the annual school's sports meet. I used to be a volunteer and help pass bottled water to the school players.

"I totally forgot!" I gasped.

"Yeah... It does look like it." Darren rolls his eyes.

"Well, you better rest now, now shoo!" I said, pushing him out of the house.

"You're shooing me?" He asked, faking hurt.

"Oh, yes, I am."

"No goodbye kiss?" He asks.

"Let me see... no." I said, sticking my tongue out.

"Aw. That's too bad. You're at a loss here." He replied, waggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah right."

He laughed and this is the perfect time to ask him... I wanted to. I want to be sure four nights ago ain't a dream.

"Do you love me?" I asked, looking down.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure.." He teased.

"What? But you said--"

He pressed a finger on my lips to shut me up. And sadly, it did.

"I know you want me to tell you again." He says, whispering the words in my ear, I shivered at his deep, sexy, alluring voice.

I was caught off guard when we're standing so close to each other. He lifted my chin and I blushed like crazy. Our lips are inches apart and I closed my eyes, feeling his breathing fanning my lips.

Is he going to kiss me?

"It's not going to happen again." He says, shocking me.

Suddenly, he cracked up. My eyes shot open and he was clutching his stomach. I blushed, because of anger and confusion. I thought he was going to kiss me!

"You-- imbecile!" I cried out.

"That wasn't cool." He replied nonchalantly.

"I don't care!!" I shouted, throwing my arms up in the air frantically.

"Wait, Alexis--"

I slammed the door shut before hearing him say anything more.

What the hell was that?!

I felt my eyes tearing up, remembering what he told me.

What does he mean when he said it's not going to happen anymore? He won't say he loves me anymore? Does that mean he doesn't love me? It was all just a joke?

I rolled my eyes, anger and confusion running through my veins, I followed Cathy and rushed upstairs.

"Is it okay if you share a room with Eve? I have a spare room at the end of the hall but after Greg passed away, it wasn't used eversince. I didn't bother cleaning up so it should be really dusty by now." Cathy informs.

"Yeah, I'm totally cool with sharing a room with Eve." I smiled back.

"Great. Would you please be a dear and help with dinner later? Eve told me she's going to do her homework."

"Sure Cathy."

"Thank you, dear." She smiles then goes downstairs.

I rolled my eyes, entering Eve's room. It was decorated in hot pink wallpaper, definitely clashing with the white wallpaper this house has, two beds painted in purple with hot pink blankets and pillows. Her pillows are the ones with the fluffy covers. Her room is so crazy, posters of topless actors and singers bombarded the room. There's a laptop, a study desk, a TV, a book shelf and even a mini refrigerator inside her room. What? Does this girl live here?

I saw Eve sitting on the aerosol chair blasting on music from her headphones, her eyes glued to the laptop screen and her right hand scooping a whole tub of Ben & Jerry's. I death glared her and she took off her headphones looking at me innocently.

"What?!"

"You don't do homework." I frowned.

"Uhh, yeah, I don't."

"You told your mom you're going to do homework and that's why she wants me to help with dinner." I pouted.

"You don't have to go." Eve nonchalantly replies.

"Ugh. Eve, sometimes I don't get you. Why do you hate your mother so much?!"

"It's none of your business, Alexis." She snapped.

I was stunned with what she said. It was like the first time she snapped at me like that.

"I... I... I'm sorry, Alexis... I didn't mean to--"

"Save it." I cut her off, closing the room door behind me and rushing downstairs to help Cathy in the kitchen.

I was mumbling to myself. Today's not really my day. I disappointed myself in thinking that Darren indeed loves me, and then I had a fight with Eve. Great, just great.

I spotted Cathy downstairs but she's not in the kitchen yet. I sneaked in and saw her opening the basement door. She was going to lock the door behind her but she didn't close it enough. She didn't seem to notice but the door is completely open. Curiosity crept over me and I decided to follow her inside.

I quietly tiptoed the steps, the place was dark, and I shivered in fear until I saw a small light in the distance. I sighed in relief, seeing Cathy's bodyframe from a distance. When I was already near enough to see the her and what she's looking at. I gasped.

I saw Cathy crying, with a small smile on her face.

She's staring at a wall. Not just any wall-- A photo wall. All photo frames, photographs of herself and a young man. I saw one when they were teenagers-- Cathy looked so different, with her hair dyed rockstar red. She was happy and glowing, her fingers intertwined with the hand of a handsome, blonde teenager. There was another photo where she was kissing a guy in the rain. Another photo was when she's hugging a guy, both of them have whipped cream all over their faces. I also saw one photo where she was riding a rollercoaster and the guy beside him looks pale and scared. I chuckled softly at this one. They look so happy and so carefree. Like they don't care what the world thinks about them.

One photo caught my attention though-- It's the photo where Cathy is wearing a white dress, her arms wrapped around a guy's neck, kissing him tenderly. I assumed that was her wedding day.

I gasped as I pieced everything together-- seeing the resemblance of all the photos and the guy with Cathy. It was that same blonde teenager from the first photo. It could be that Cathy's boyfriend from when she was in high school, was also the man he married in the end.

"Greg... It's been eight years. Eight years... I've been living in agony.." She cried.

My heart ached as I saw this. She really loves Eve's father. Eight years is a long time and yet... her heart was still scarred, broken... and never healed.

"Do.. you still remember the first time we met..? We were in eighth grade.. you were shy and timid.. you told me you liked me and I brushed it off because I was eyeing on this hot guy from the football team.... yet, in the end, I didn't know I fell in love with you... a loser... a nerd... I was a hot cheerleader for Pete's sake!"

She chuckled a bit, but sadness was evident in her voice.

"How could you do this to me, Greg?! Raising my child alone.. for eight years! She's.. grown up to be just like you... she looks like you, Greg.. That's why... I couldn't.. I couldn't forget you..."

I felt a tear sprung on my cheek. I quickly wiped it off as I saw the unending love she has for Greg.

"Greg... I love you."

She sobbed and was about to leave. I quickly ran up the steps and when I reached the door, I closed it softly behind me.

I sighed and busied myself, pretending to wash my hands in the sink.

I felt really bad for Cathy and I couldn't stop myself from crying too.

A few minutes later, Cathy went to the kitchen, greeting me perkily but her voice is still cracking.

"You ready to make dinner?" She asked.

I nodded my head in response and she gawked at me and touched my face.

"Were you crying??" She asked.

Oh shit. I must've forgot to wipe my face when I cried once more.

"Oh, ah... I got into a fight with Eve." I said casually.

"What? Why..?" She asks softly.

"It's complicated.." I replied back. I really didn't want to tell her that we fought because I thought she was being mean to her mother.

"It'll work out. Don't worry." She smiles.

"Yeah.."

She was silent the whole time we are preparing dinner. I can feel her sadness and I just wish Eve would treat her mother nicely... I bet she doesn't know how much her mother is hurting after her father died.. and yet, she still treats her badly.

We finished preparing dinner and it smelled delicious. I suddenly missed my mother's home cooked meals.

"Everything smells delicious!" I said, smiling as Cathy prepared the utensils and the place mats, placing them on the dining table.

"Why, thank you. Can you call Eve to come down for dinner?"

"Okay."

I went upstairs, not really wanting to call Eve after our... fight-- if you call it a fight because of the shallow reason.

I knocked on the door, tapping my foot impatiently when the door opened, revealing a red and swollen-eyed Eve with a box of tissues on one hand.

"Alexis! I'm sorry! Let us not fight anymore..." She cried, hugging me.

I was stunned and hugged her back.

"Don't cry anymore, Eve."

"I didn't mean to snap at you like that... I'm such a horrible person!"

"You're not..." I said softly, stroking her back.

"Yes, I am!! God, I can't believe I snapped at you... Booho.." She sobbed continuously.

"It's okay. Don't cry anymore." I replied, pulling away and taking hold of her shoulders.

"I'm really sorry." She sniffed.

"Forgiven." I smiled widely as we hugged once more.

"You're such a great friend."

"You are too."

"I'll think about what you said..." She says calmly.

"What did I say?" I wondered.