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And tonight made the....second night in a row that she couldn't sleep. God, her voice was so going to sound like sandpaper in the morning. "Great, just what I needed." she mumbled to herself as she flung her legs over the edge of her bed, heading towards her bathroom. She needed a drink of water. And very possibly a nail gun to the head.

Love's head was on her desk, and she was snoring lightly. She had decided to try writing something about an half an hour previously, and had fallen asleep. Suddenly there was a knock on her door. Starting awake, she was still half asleep so she didn't wonder why someone was trying to talk to her so late.

She stumbled over to the door and saw Jon. It took her a moment to realize that it was Jon. And that she was wearing nothing but a white dress shirt that barely covered her butt.

Squeaking very maturely, she slammed the door in his face, turned around and pulled on a pair of old gym shorts. Trying to calm herself she re-opened the door and sadly waited for him to start yelling at her.

Later she would blame this on her sleep clouded mind, but she reached out and hugged Jon. She pressed her face into his shoulder and whispered, "Of course I forgive you. And I should be apologizing to you." She took a deep breath and then pushed herself away, but keeping her hands still around him. "Can you tell me now what was up with today and those guards?"

That wasn't it. Love could tell that he knew that she knew that what he had said wasn't the complete truth. She took a step backwards, pulling him towards her room. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one would know, she didn't want to get in trouble.

As soon as they were in her room, she distangled herself from him, and closed the door. Walking back towards him, she got close and asked. "Would tell me the truth if I explained about the other day?" She didn't want to tell him, but if that was the only way that she could find out what happened, she'd spill.

There was nothing she could say to that that wouldn't make him feel like a bag of dirt. She sat down on her bed, reminded about the other day, and pulled her knees up under her chin. "Well I promised, so what happened the other day. What you said, it just made me remember something I want to forget.

"It was about a year ago. My best friend in the entire world, Brandon and I were just hanging out in an old tree house that we had made when we were eleven. We were just chatting about how artarded high school was when, out of the blue, he kissed me. He told me that he had loved me for years.

"I freaked out, and ran outside. I started to cross the street when I heard Brandon yell behind me. I turned and he tackled me, I hit the pavement and blacked out.

"When I finally came to, I found out what happened. A drunk driver had been on the road. Brandon pushed me out of the way, but he got hit and died before paramedics could get there."

Her voice was getting quieter and quieter until she was barely whispering. Fighting tears, she buried her face in her knees, not wanting Jon to see her cry.

Love buried her face in his chest, still trying not to cry. She chuckled when she heard what he said. "It's not so much that it was after he said he loved me. But was that I ran after he said it. If I just had stayed there or if I had gone inside or....or....anything he would still be...." It was then that she broke down, tears falling.

She nodded into his getting wetter by the moment. "I know, it just still hurts." She felt bad Jon having to deal with her being all emotional, but she couldn't stop crying. Just couldn't.

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared into Jon's. "I try...really I do but it's hard, y'know? But I'll try again if you'll do something for me...." Without waiting for an answer, she shifted and placed her hand over where he had shown her the marks.

"You try too....plan for the future."