The ride home was silent and a tad uncomfortable. I tried not to think about it. But it just kept coming back to me. I felt bad for him. I knew I had to do something special to make up for it. But what could I do?

"Hey, Elle," he gently whispered, placing his hand on my shoulder,"I had a great time tonight."

"Me too."

"Don't worry about what happened. It's all in the past, so it'd be bad to bring it back up."

"Yeah, I really don't want to relive that."

I chuckled slightly, but I guess he knew I was faking because he kept a straight face.

When we finally arrived at my house, we said our goodbyes. There was no goodnight hug or anything. He must've been afraid to do anything after that. So I just let it go.

--Brian's POV--

How could I have been so stupid? First, I try to kiss her on our very first date. Then i don't even give her a proper goodbye. No hug- I didn't even get out of the car. I just sent her on her way. There was something obviously wrong about this. I really had to make it up to her. Sure, another concert would be nice. But not so special or from the heart. And then it hit me- I should write her a song. So I did.

--Eleanor's POV--

Early next morning there was a knock at the door. I opened it up and was surprised to see Brian standing there with his acoustic guitar.

"So what brings you here so bright and early?" I asked, sounding a bit too eager because I knew he had something special in mind.

"Come sit on the porch with me and I'll show you something."

I stepped on the the porch and sat down on the swinging bench. Brian sat across from me on a wicker chair. Then he began to sing and play his guitar.

My love, even though we've just met

I just can't help but sing

Oh, you are my everything

I don't know if anyone's heard it yet

But one thing you should know

Is that I love you so,

I don't know what I'd do

If I hadn't met you

And then he stopped and looked up at me, a disappointed look on his face,"sorry, I forget the rest. I just wrote it this morning, so it's not the best tune in the world, and the lyrics are a bit, well, y'know..."

"No, Brian, that was wonderful. I loved it."

He put down his guitar and sat down and cuddled next to me. "You really think so, love? Nothing needs to be fixed?"

"No, sounds fine."

"Well, you can love it all you want, but I still don't like it."

"Oh, come on now. It couldn't possibly be that bad."

"Oh yes, it could."

We both laughed. But then we were stopped by the sudden sound of my stomach.

"Did you eat breakfast yet, love?"

"Nope."

"Would you like to go out to get some?"

"Sure, I could go for some waffles."

----

After we came back from breakfast, I invited Brian back inside. As we stepped into my house, the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Cassie's mother.

"Hello?"

"Elle? This is Mrs. Johnson. Well, I uh-"

He voice started to crack and trail off at some points.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Johnson?"

"No, not really."

"Why? Has something happened?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"It's Cassie..."

My heart started to thump out of my chest.

"What about Cassie?"

There was a terrible quietness. I couldn't take it but I patiently waited for her to answer my question. She was obviously under a lot of stress.

"She's got a brain tumor."

I wasn't completely sure I had heard her right. I had to ask her again.

"W-what happened to Cassie?"

"She's got a brain tumor, Elle. We're at the hospital right now. She's getting prepped for surgery. That's why she couldn't go to the concert the first time. She had a doctor's appointment. It's getting worse. Please, pray. It's all we can do."

I felt like screaming, but nothing would come out. I stood there staring into space. Brian came up behind me, calling my name, but I wouldn't budge. The phone dropped out of my hands and I collapsed to the floor in tears.

Brian joined me on the ground as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I couldn't say anything through my tears, so I just continued to cry. Brian must've been so confused as to why I was having a breakdown. A minute ago i was perfectly fine. Now I was sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. Things have a way of changing, and sometimes it just happens too quickly.