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Maddie made a face. One of pain. As if someone had just stabbed her right in the heart. "Because I'm not used to it! I don't mean to, it's a habit!" She was yelling at the door. In the back of her mind she hoped that no one would hear her. Maddie never usually raised her voice. It was something she didn't like to do. It only happened when she was pationate about something. She banged her fist against the door once, keeping it there, "Dammit, Kyle, open up!"

Madeline took her hand off the door and stood there looking at him. "I just want to tal-" Her eyes spied something on his arm. "Kyle, you're bleeding," she said stepping forward and taking his arm. She held it gently, examining what he'd done. "Why would you do this?" Her eyes searched his face for answers. Her tone was soft and forgiving. It wasn't one of accusation or anger. "Kyle..I'm...I'm sorry," she told him softly. Her face swelled with sadness and her eyes were glossy with tears. She'd driven him to harm himself.

"I can't not worry about it when you've gone and physically hurt yourself," Maddie said looking at his arm again. She dropped his arm and looked to the side, biting her lip and putting her hands on her hips for a second. Then, she all of a sudden pulled him into a hug, feeling it was best for everyone involved. He needed a hug, she needed a hug. Burying her face in his chest, she tried not to let loose the small want to cry. "Don't do that. Ever again. Please," she whispered.

Maddie nodded her head in agreement as he kissed her lips. She kept her arms tightly around him, not wanting to let him go. She took a deep breath in, slowly calming herself. Definitely she had some things to work on. She'd get right on that. Her hands gripped the back of his shirt as she squeezed him in her hug again.

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Maddie had fallen asleep quickly. She had curled up in a ball, and had begun trembling violently. The dreams were coming back. Said awhile earlier, Madeline had terrible nightmares. Most in which she woke up yelling and screaming, or thrashed around in bed. She'd been lucky enough to have them cease for the two days she'd been here, but she feared now that they were coming back. She began moving back and forth, mumbling something in her sleep. Her fists were balled tightly and her legs were pulled up to her chest and tensed.

Maddie started to quietly sob. As soon as he touched her, she suddenly sat up and gave a loud, shrill scream. The scream died down and she was left with just a sore throat and a heaving chest. She sat stiff and hunched over, looking forward.

Arianna smiled hugging him quickly "Why thank you, Jammy Dan. I will try my best not to worry." She reassured him before he remembered the flat iron and looked shocked. Then even more shocked as he kissed her on the cheek and quickly just.....hobbled off. "Save the hair!" she called out, letting it fade off on purpose as if she where in a dramatic scene of a movie. As soon as he made his way, as stated before, hobbling, Arianna laid back in the bed, twittling with her thumbs while looking up at the ceiling and swinging her legs off the end of the bed. Humming "Dreaming with a broken heart" by John Mayer, as she waited for him to come back, with a more lusious lock of hair. Expecting to see a very flawless man. I need to stop. I hope you have enjoyed this. BOOP.

Dan had the door half closed to where he could faintly see her in the reflection of the mirror. He picked up the straightener and in no time at all he had straight hair. You'd never of thought a big curly mess could be hiding underneath it. He slammed open the door, and stepped out, flipping his head in a dramatic way, revealing himself and his flattened hair. "Behold," he said putting his hands on his hips and staring off into space. "The No-More-Hobbit-Hair-Dan." He was trying desperately not to laugh, knowing how incredibly stupid he probably looked.

Maddie's distressed face softened into a crying one. She covered her face with her hands feeling immensly embarrassed, yet still terrified of her very recent dream. As he began to softly sing, she laid back down with her head on his chest, using her arm that stretched across his waist to cover her still quietly sobbing face. He had a very lovely voice. One that could hypnotize anyone.