I make the same right I have been making for the past 30 minutes or so, once again beginning to go around the same block. I don't know how far I am away from the hotel, but I don't really care. Walking for this long has calmed me down some. I am no longer as heated as I was back in the hotel room, but I can't say I am not angry at all. Why was she acting that way? I don't understand. She does have a valid point, I don't know Jack as well as she does but she doesn't really know him either, at least it seems like she doesn't.

But what angered me the most was how she said I wasn't going to go. Like it had been settled. No, she cant just do that. I groan in frustration and continue walking, not caring that the woman beside me is looking at me skeptically. I ignore her and begin walking faster, going straight this time instead of making another turn to go around the block again. I try to clear my head of Lana and what she said and just walk around Los Angeles. I am suppose to be clearing my head, not working myself up again.

I reach a small antique shop and decide to walk in there. I browse around, actually interested in the things in here. I make my way over to the jewelry section where a necklace, with one single pearl is dangling from a tree.. holder? Along with other necklaces, but I when I reach into my pockets, I realize that I have no money on me. Feeling a bit disappointed, I walk away from it and look up at the clock. Its getting quite late, maybe I should start heading back. Lana has probably cooled off by now, I know I have.

I ask the man up front for directions back to the hotel room and he kindly provides them for me. He then kindly gives me a card of the shop, mentioning the necklace I was looking at with a wink. I thank him and leave the store, thinking to myself what a kind old man he is. The walk back to the hotel isnt as long as I anticipated, but isn't quite as short as I hoped. I reach the room door and am surprised when I turn the knob and it opens. She didn't lock the door after I left?

I enter the room and see that the only lights on are the ones in the kitchen and the lamp beside the couch on the small table. I close the door behind me semi quietly and lock it, beginning to walk more into the room.

"Lana?" I call out after a while. I stand there in the middle of the living room, waiting for her to appear. Finally, I see her appear from the balcony, a cigarette between her middle and index finger. She walks over to me, putting the cigarette out on an ashtray beside the couch as she does. I freeze a bit, not knowing what to do once she reaches.

"Where were you?" she breaks the silence. I look away from her and walk over to the couch, taking a seat.

"Walking around." I answer simply.

"You were gone for a long time." she looks down at her feet, avoiding my gaze.

"I needed to cool down." I say. "We both did."

She nods and I look away, leaning back on the couch. I pull up my legs to chest and hug them, not knowing what else to say. A moment of silence passes before she finally takes a seat next to me on the couch, angling her body to face me.

"Cara," she starts. "I'm- I'm, sorry."

I look over at her.

"For reacting the way I did. I shouldn't have done that. I realize that now." I nod at this. "But you have to understand why I don't want you to go to see this band play."

I sigh. We are back to square one.

"Just listen to me." she continues. "I know Jack better than you do, and I know what he wants. He thinks you're another one- I just, know him."

"You keep on saying that but what the hell does that even mean? I know him too, Lana." I defend.

"No, you don't." she protests. I scoff at this.

"Look. I don't want to fight-" I get up off the couch but she grabs my wrist, stopping me from walking away like I was planning on doing.

"We aren't fighting." she says, but her voice is stern, and she is beginning to get irritated. I can tell.

"Yes, we are." I release my wrist from her grip and begin walking towards the extra room I was in earlier when I was cleaning. I think I hear her following me but I'm only sure when she calls for me.

"Don't walk away from me."

I continue walking until I reach the room and am just about to close the door when she stops me, pushing the door aside and walking in.

"Cara-" she says, frustrated. "Look. You want to go to see this shit band play? Is that what you want?"

I nod, choosing not to say anything on her choice of words.

"Fine. But I am going with you." Did she expect me to do otherwise? I stay silent for a moment.

"That's what I wanted from the beginning." I whisper. I look down at the floor for a while. Why would she think I would want to go with out her? I look up at her and see that her features have soften some. She doesn't seem angry like she did just moments ago.

"I think I'm going to go to bed already." I start. "Can you just leave the door open, yeah?"

I sit on the foot of the bed and begin taking off my shoes, already feeling the exhaustion of the walking pulling me down.

"Wait you're- you're going to sleep in here?" she questions, her voice softer. More calm.

"Well, yeah." why else would I be in this room? "Why?"

"Because I figured you'd sleep in my bed, with me." she says and my heart sores.

"You want me to?" I ask, still unsure.

"Of course I do." I smile and get up off the bed. I take her hand and walk beside her as we make our way towards her room.

We reach it and I sigh eternally once seeing the cozy looking bed. I am just about to go into it when I realize I still have my clothes on.

"I'm going to get one of my pajamas from my suitcase. I'll be right back." I let go of her hand and am just about to make my way out of the bedroom when she stops me.

"Wait, just use this." she walks over to a drawer and grabs some sort of clothing that is resting on top of it. "Use my sleeping shirt."

She hands me the oversized shirt and I smile, but if this is her sleeping shirt what will she sleep in.

"I cant, what will you sleep in?" I hand it back over but she refuses.

"I can wear something else." she pushes it back towards me and turns around, once again walking back over to her drawer. She takes out an undershirt and a pair of girl boxer shorts and begins undressing. I decide then to do the same, turning to face the other way. I tug my shorts down and pull my shirt over my head. Should I take my panties and brassiere off as well? I decide on just the brassiere and pull the oversized shirt over my head, smiling when I see how big it fits me. Oh its not so big, it reaches me about mid-thigh.

I pull my hair from underneath the shirt and sigh when I realize the shirt still smells like the only thing that can be described as Lana. I pull the collar of the shirt up to my nose and take a whiff, sighing. I let go of the collar and decide to bend over and gather my hair in a bun. It is quite hot for night time, but after all, this is Los Angeles. As I finish off tying my hair, I begin walking towards the bed, ready to feel the softness of the mattress against my body. God, I'm tired of standing.

As I reach the foot of the bed, I hear a window slide open. Knowing it is Lana, I continue to crawl my way up to the top of the unmade bed, plopping down once I reach the pillows. I sigh. God this feels good. I feel movement going on on the other side of the mattress and take a deep breath in, letting it go once I feel her body settle down beside mine. Getting the feeling she wants to say something, I use all the force in my body to open my eyes and turn my body over to face her. I stay silent, waiting for her to speak when she is ready.

"You were going to tell me?" she asks, almost insecure, but not quite.

"Yes." I answer truthfully. She looks down and I get the sense she wants to apologize, but I know. Its understandable. Now that I look at it from her perspective, I can see why she felt I was flirting with Jack. So I plant a soft kiss on her lips, letting her know that I know she is sorry.

"It's okay." I smile. She looks at me almost like she is trying to figure out something and I give her another kiss as I take a hold of her right hand with mine and turn my body over so that my back is to her chest. I let her arm drape over my waist as I reach for the covers and pull them up to the top of our legs.

I cover her hand with mine, tangling my fingers with hers as I slip our entwined hands under the sleeping shirt and placing them on top of my stomach. Something about this position is oddly comforting, how my body is pulled close to hers, her hand hugging my body as her hand is placed over my stomach.

"I'm sorry we missed our dinner reservations." I manage to say, my voice a bit strained. I hear her laugh at this and feel her pull herself in closer to me before replying.

"It's okay." I smile slightly before letting it fall. A few more moments of silence pass before I speak again.

"Good-night," I yawn. "Lana."

I begin to drift off, the exhaustion finally beginning to win.

"Goodnight Cara."