I feel the warmth of someone by me. I tense up as someone lays on me and starts hugging my waist. I open my eyes a little bit to see familiarly styled half blue and half black hair.

"A-Allen?" I say. Gross, my voice is crackly, like I haven't had water.

The boy laying on me perks up.

"You're finally awake!" He laughs with joy.

"Yeah-" I try to speak but he cuts me off by kissing me.

"Don't talk," He orders.

I feel his cold fingertips trace a large scar on my stomach.

I'd forgotten I had it, from when the doors exploded and I got stabbed by it.

"I-" Again, he cuts me off by kissing me, but this time it's more passionate.

He gets off of me and just sits on the bed I'm laying in. He smiles and runs his hand affectionately through my hair as Yvette walks in.

"I told you don't talk," He sounds deadly serious.

"I know but-" Another kiss.

"What did I just tell you?" He says.

"Hmph," I pout and look at Yvette smiling in the doorway.

"How cute," She says.

She got me to get up after about 20 minutes of me whining that I want to lay down.

We're now walking into the dining hall so I can find a seat.

"Hey, this is getting really heavy for me, can you hold it?" I place my hand in Allen's and he looks at me for about three seconds before he bursts out laughing.

"What? I thought it was smooth!" I'm smiling out of embarrassment.

He gently caresses my cheek.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" He asks.

"I wear make-up..."

"Are you being serious?" He sounds shocked.

"Um...well I just use eyeliner,"

"Well, I knew that, but you seriously don't wear any other makeup?" He looks intrigued.

"I mean no,"

"Natural beauty is something a lot of guys like," he says.

I never thought of that. Most guys I know prefer women to be half-naked with a full face of makeup.

"Interesting," I say.

It really was an interesting statement.

"So what do you want to do?" He asks.

"I don't really know. Maybe get some hot cocoa-"

He cuts me off.

"No, I mean us. What do you want out of a relationship with me? What are your goals and wants?" The way he worded that seems pretty decent and not so much as "what do you want from me and why do you want to be with me!?".

"Well, I don't really know," That's a lie and it sounds terrible when I say it out loud.

"So you have no idea why you're with me?" He asks. I can see he's a little confused and probably hiding a hurt expression and I should explain and apologize in the next 15 seconds or he's going to ask me more questions that I don't have the answer to right now.

"I do want something out of this I just don't really know how to put it into words. I don't date for fun I date to marry, so one day we're going to get married. I don't like to waste my time or anyone else's so I'll try my best to make life interesting," I say.

"That's nice, and what about the married thing, huh?" He seems to be depressing a smile.

"Don't even with me right now," It's a serious statement but I laugh while saying it.

"It came out so easily, you know- I think you should be the one to purpose when the time comes what do you think?" He offers.

"Mm I don't know, I guess there are times I like to stick to tradition, you know? Plus," I gently bump him with my shoulder. "Why can't you do it?" I ask.

He smiles and laughs a little bit.

"If I purpose- when the time comes of course- it's going to sound more like, 'Hey will you marry me? Not that you have to but you know, I REALLY love ya so you know...maybe put the ring on...? Heh...no? Oh, okay I'll go marry my pet hampster instead since you don't love me," He says.

I can't decide if I should laugh or if I should feel bad that he thinks that.

"Crazy you think I'd say no," I say before I can stop myself.

The silence between us hangs in the air for about half a minute.

"...So you've already decided your answer?" He asks.

I finally respond as we sit down, "Yeah...and it would be a definite yes,".