Hm-kay. I won't clutter up this chapter with my annoying scatter-brained commentary, seeing as it IS the last one in this little story.

SAD DAY.

If I hadn't said it before, I'm gonna say it again. I own NOTHING about this story, except for the plot line. I just played with the characters and the music that I love. Tee-hee.

Not much left to say, other than my waterbottle is officially full again, and I am a happy camper.

On to chapter seven!

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away, across the universe...nothing's gonna change my world, nothing's gonna change my world.

I slowly felt myself gaining awareness. First, I realized I was warm. Then, that I was resting on something soft. Then, I was pretty much mummified with thick gauze.

I was dreaming.

And man, was it vivid.

I forced my eyelids open. I was in my room, lying on my bed. I took comfort in the familiarity, sighing contentedly. Even if this was just a dream, it was so real. I liked it.

I felt a pair of arms flex around my waist. I gasped, turning my head over to search for the owner of the arms.

A pair of shockingly blue eyes met my gaze.

Danny.

He was watching me, his eyes searching my face hungrily. I felt my brain melt, my insides turn to jelly. "Hi," He whispered.

Dream.

"Hi,"

He pulled me closer to his body; I snuggled into him, tucking my head under his chin and breathing deeply. I brought my hand up to his chest, lightly dragging it along his abdomine as I did. He breathed in sharply when I touched him.

"How do you feel?"

It was a dumb question, really.

I felt amazing. I was laying in my bed, in the arms of the boy I was madly in love with...scratch that, the man I was madly in love with. Dream or not, it was amazing.

Again, dumb question.

"Fine," I murmured, tracing small circles onto his chest with my finger. We were silent for a moment; I traced while he stroked my hair.

"God, Sam. You have no idea how...how...worried I've been," He whispered into my hair. "I thought I was going to insane if I didn't find you,"

I wasn't sure how to respond. So, in my dream, Danny was the one who found me. Interesting.

Something stirred in my memory, but I dismissed it.

"Well, I'll be excited, too," I said sadly.

He pulled me away from his chest, his eyes searching me questioningly. "'Will be'?" He repeated, his eyebrows raising.

"When you actually find me." I sighed. "I know I'm dreaming, this is too good to be true,"

I smile flashed across his face. His eyes twinkled. "Sam. You're awake. This is really happening."

"That's just what you want me to think,"

He laughed, the corners of his eyes creasing with the huge grin that spread across his face. "How can I prove to you that you're really awake?"

"I dunno," I mumbled. He stared at me for a moment, still smiling, pondering.

"I got it!" He said suddenly. He took me by the shoulders, looked me straight in the eye, and kissed me.

He kissed me.

On the lips.

The world exploded into a burst of colors, more fabulous than I could have ever imagined. Everything was beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, all because of him.

And I knew I was awake with that.

Because I realized there was no way my mind, conscious or subconscious, could ever invent something as soft and sweet as Danny's lips moving against mine. Or the feel of his tongue dancing across my lower lip. Not in a million years.

I found myself pulling him closer, tangling my fingers in his hair, a low groan passing through my lips to crash against his.

What was most madning was, his hands slid down my waist, pulling my hips against his. And he moaned. Low and seductive. Vibrating against my mouth.

I gasped and pulled away. Sensory overload, I thought.

He was looking at me, searching my eyes. His lips were red and puffy, but I found myself longing to kiss him with everything I had again.

I had to stop myself. I had so many questions, and I knew Danny could answer them for me.

"What...what happened to me?"

He sighed, his eyes clouding. "You were kidnapped and held ransom by one of your dad's old business partners. He and some other guy beat you up pretty badly. They were trying to use you to get your dad's company."

"But, you saved me," I interrupted, my eyelids drooping slightly.

He chuckled, his breath washing over me. "Yes, I did. I was almost too late," He paused, his eyes darkening. "But I found you just in time. You've been asleep for several days now. You had a lot of injuries. They just released you from the hospital a few hours ago, and everyone just left your room a few minutes ago. I snuck back in so that you wouldn't be alone in case you ended up waking up tonight, which apparently was a good idea."

"Why?"

He blinked, staring at me, confusion in his eyes. "Why what?"

"Why did you save me?"

It was a stupid question, and I knew it. But I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Because. You're my best friend. I can tell you anything. As much as I protect you, you protect me even more. You stay up on the phone with me when I can't sleep, you take care of me when I'm hurt, you laugh at my dumbest jokes. You stick up for me, both of me. Even when I'm not around, or when you think I'm not around. You know me better than anyone, including my own family. You're everything to me. You're my whole world. Without you...there would literally be no reason for me to live. All of the love and beauty would be gone from the world. I would be so lost. But, most of all, because I love you," He pulled me against his chest again, kissing the top of my head lightly as he did.

I could feel his heart beating erratically beneath my fingers. I couldn't find the words to respond with.

So I skipped to the next question as I gathered my thoughts.

"What about my dad?" I mumbled into his chest.

"He's okay. He was worried sick about you, of course. He just went to sleep, for the first time in days. Losing your mom has been a little difficult for him, but as far as I can tell, his main concern has been you. But you're safe now, which is what matters," There was something in his voice, an emotion I'd never heard before. I breathed heavily, considering asking him what had happened between them, before dismissing it.

"What happened to Robert?"

I felt him tense. "Robert," He muttered darkly, "will never be bothering you again."

I shuddered. I didn't want to know.

So instead, I pulled myself upward and cupped my hand against his cheek. His eyes, which were still dark, found mine. He softened immediately, smiling warmly down at me.

"I love you, too," I whispered. I felt sleep closing in on me, but I kissed him anyways. It was light and sweet, making me melt inside. I couldn't wait to kiss him again, whenever I wanted.

"Sammy?" He whispered after I had snuggled back into his arms.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"Your bracelet's on your desk, in case you were wondering,"

"Oh. Thanks,"

"No problem,"

"D?" I mumbled sleepily a few minutes later.

"Hm?" His voice rumbled in his chest. I smiled, snuggling in closer.

"What I said earlier, about how you're over-protective?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for that,"

"For you? Of course,"

I closed my eyes, lulled to sleep by his soft humming. I distinctly made out the melody of "She Loves You" as I slipped over the edge of consciousness.

I smiled.

I could get used to this.

And cue the "AWWWWW HOW CUTE"s!

Dang, this went by really fast. I enjoyed it! I will definitely be doing this more often. This was the perfect cure for my writer's block!

I apologize for the RIDICULOUSLY cheesy ending.

But, hey. Everyone needs a little cheese in their lives. It's healthy.

Unless you're lactose intolerent.

In that case, sucks to be you.

H'okay. H'anyways.

Tanks for reading!

I love you!

Now, where did I put that waterbottle...?