"No please about it, Tyler Huntington. You did what you had to do, and it's done. So good-bye, I hope you fully support your choice because as you once told me 'a choice not supported is the wrong one." I tried to slam the door, but he stuck his foot in the crack, preluding me from doing so.

"But that's just it, Little Bird. It was the wrong choice. I know it was and I want to erase it from ever happening. Please," he begged. I could see the entire panoramic view of hell in his eyes, which he seemed to be living in right now. "JaeBird. Remember when you smashed through that dish with your fist? How mad you were? How bad it hurt? Right now I'm going through a million times worse. Please make it stop. Don't make me go through this." I looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't make you go through this? Look at me Tyler! I'm the one going through all this right now!" And with that I slammed the door, this time succeeding in my efforts.

My hotel room had a little window looking out from the main bedroom, which is where I headed now. Not with intentions of jumping, just of looking out the window to calm myself. I knew Tyler was behind me. I had a temper that killed, and I could read in his eyes earlier that he was afraid I would do something drastic. Turning around, I noticed he wasn't right behind me, though definately digging for his key to my room which I had stupidly not taken back yet.

It was a still night outside, with a couple lightening-bugs making their presence known here and there. The little lights didn't interest me this time, though. Only made me recall what I had just gone through. The rage continued to boil up inside of me and before I knew what I was doing, my fist was raised again. I lowered it, trying to control my anger, but than brough it back up and in one fluid motion, threw it straight through the window.

The glass shattered as I knew it would, and cut deep into my hand, doing the latter once again as I brought the bleeding mess back into the hotel room. The pain was beyond belief, more than I could bear, and I fell to the floor, clutching my hand and trying to undo all the pain. I moved from the floor to the chair, feeling Tyler's presence in the doorway.

I knew that he hadn't at first realized the events that just took place when after a glance at the broken window, he cried, "Oh my God!" and ran to me. "JaeBird, JaeBird!" he screamed, trying to pull me down from the chair. I fought him, ofcourse, but the pain in my hand seemed to be on his side. Tyler succeeded in pulling me off the chair and onto his lap. I continued to sob. "JaeBird! How could you!" was all he said as he rocked side to side, forcing my body to do the same.

The First-Aid kit miraculously was within his arms reach and he pulled it over, still rocking me. Using tweezers, Tyler pulled the shards out, only making it hurt worse.

"Stop, stop right now!" I yelled, not caring if I woke anybody up or not. He ignored me and continued. I tried jerking my hand away, which made it hurt worse.

"Little Bird, it would hurt a lot less if you would stay still," he scolded, almost as if he had forgotten the argument we had been having only minutes before. I stopped my bawling, but continued to whimper like a little lost puppy.

Surprisingly enough, with me cooperating, he finished a lot quicker and soon had my hand wrapped in white guaze, stained with my blood. His hands, shirt and jeans had my blood on them, but he didn't take notice. Pulling me to his chest, he continued to rock, almost like soothing a little child.

"JaeBird," he whispered. I didn't answer. My hair, which fell loosely about my shoulders, was strewn all over my face. He gently shoved it behind my ear. "JaeBird," he said a little bit louder.

"What?" I croaked in that voice that everyone gets when they've been weeping so hard. My hair was clear behind my ear, but he continued to stroke my face, something that had a soothing effect.

"JaeBird, I've said I'm sorry. I know I messed up. But I want it to be okay. What can I do? What do you want?" I turned my head so that my face was hidden completely in his shoulder.

"I know exactly what I want," I mumbled into his shirt, the one I had helped him pick out at our first carnival we went to together. He pulled me away so that he could look me clear in the face.

"What is it Little Bird? Tell me. I'll do whatever it takes." I could see the sincerity clearly in his eyes, and a small smile played on his lips at my response.

"I want to go to the movies. I want to see a scary movie and sit in your lap the whole time, even with you complaining your legs are asleep, and I want to shriek when I get scared. I want you to laugh when I scream and laugh when I hide my face in your shoulder. I want you to buy me a pickle, you a Sour Patch candy bag, and us a Dr. Pepper. I want you to take a bite of my pickle, make a face, and then make me blush when you ask how I turned out so sweet while eating such sour things. I want you to tease me because with my girl bladder the Dr. Pepper will make me go to the bathroom every fifteen minutes. I want you to rest your chin on my shoulder, play with my fingers, make our hands dance on my legs, and nuzzle my neck. Little things that you don't think I notice but that mean the world to me.

" I want to leave the movie theatre and walk across the street to an ice cream shop and get ice cream. I want you to ask if I want your jacket since I steal everything else of yours and when I ask what, you reply 'my heart.' I want to talk about the movie and anything else while we eat our ice cream on the way overlit ice cream shop porch.

:Then I want you to walk me back to my hotel room, tell me what a wonderful night you had, yet another beautiful memory, and then give me a good-night kiss with all intentions of going home. Then I want you to accept my offer to stay and talk and I want us to fall asleep on the couch, watching those stupid Cartoon Network things that you think are so funny but I think are stupid.

"I want us to wake up tomorrow morning with your arm around me and us talking about what to do for breakfast. That's what I want."

Tyler looked at me and then kissed me, one of the best kisses ever, and replied, "Well it sounds like you've got it all planned out. Can I change first?" I smiled and nodded. "Okay, then can you change too?" I laughed at my blood-stained clothes and then nodded again. "Can our relationship forget about the stupid mistake I made? Can it not change for the worst because of the mistake, but only grow stronger? Can our relationship change for the better?" I gave him another kiss, and then once again nodded.

1. Wow. That’s some pretty special stuff right there.
2. I had this dated, so I know I was twelve. Special.
3. I remember that I wrote this in response to some story I was reading, I think online. Don’t remember what story or what happened, but I think that’s where the fist-through-dish and later -window came from.

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