I woke up to another night of Kenny screaming. But this time it wasn't the same. It wasn't the normal scream, she was yelling a name. She was yelling Dylan's? I jumped out of bed, Oliver already up and running out the door. I quickly followed behind him, as he swung open her door. Dylan was standing across the room, a scared look on his face, Kenny was thrashing about telling him to stop.

"Why is she yelling at you?" I asked him over her screaming.

"I don't know! She woke me up screaming and she immediately said my name! I thought she had just woken up from a dream, but I think she's still in one!" He was crying, obviously hoping I believed him. I nodded and watched Oliver run over to Kenny, his brotherly protection over her kicking in. I loved how much he cared about her simply because she was my friend. I never thought twice about him liking her, because I trusted him. He grabbed ahold of her shoulder and steadied her shaking body to try and wake her up. I walked over to Dylan, pulling him out of the room. I lead him into the living room to calm him down. "You believe me don't you?" He asked quietly.

"Of course. I know you love her, and you wouldn't hurt her." I reassured him.

"She told me she had feelings for me." He said a huge smile on his face. "And I kissed her." I smiled, finally happy she had settled down and with a guy I approved of. We heard movement from the hallway and stood up almost instantly. Oliver came out, Kenny under his arm wrapped in her comforter. She pulled away from him and ran over to us throwing herself in my arms. I've never been a big hug person, but I wrapped my arms around her and we just stood in silence. She was my best friend and I would do anything for her, even if that meant giving her hugs sometimes. She let go and smiled at me, but her smile dropped when she saw Dylan. He reached out to her and she backed up. "Kenny?" He asked. She backed up into Oliver with a sad face. "Kenny, please." Dylan pleaded.

"Kenny, it was a dream babe, you know that." I soothed. She looked down and walked back to him. "We'll give you some privacy." I grabbed Oliver's hand and lead him back to my bedroom. On our way there we ran into Jason who was just coming out of his bedroom.

"What's going on?" He asked, running his hands through his bead head.

"Little late there bean." I said, Oliver chuckling behind me. We walked past him, leaving a confused look on his face. We flopped onto my bed and just laid there.

"Why's you favorite color black?" Oliver asked, breaking the silence.

"It's the color of death." I said with a straight face. Ollie looked at me with a 'seriously?' look radiating off his impressive bone structure. "Okay, fine." I started, "It's aesthetically pleasing and it has a lot of symbolic meaning, its just beautiful in so many ways." He smiled.

"Okay then, sad poet girl." A quiet laugh escaping his lips as he spoke.

"Hey! You asked! I can't help it that I'm a writer!" I playfully pushed him, but he didn't even budge, causing him to let out another laugh. I pouted, and he looked at me apologetically. His hand brushed over my cheek.

"I'm sorry for laughing." He apologized, closing his eyes and leaning in. Now was my chance. I pushed him with all my might, causing him to fall off the bed and onto the plush carpet of my room. He sat up rubbing his head while I just laughed my mcfreaking butt off. "Oh, that's it!" He said getting up and walking towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, shuffling backwards. He said nothing as he dove and picked me up, and the proceeded to throw me over his shoulder. "Ollie! Oh my god! Stop it!" I yelled, laughing all the while.

"Nope this is your punishment!"

"But I'm so heavy! Stop! I'm gonna like break your shoulder!" I cried out. He quickly put me down, but didn't let go of my hands as he stared into my eyes with a blank expression. "Uhm, Ollie? What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to see if you really believe that." I looked down at my feet. "Hey, uh uh," he pulled my chin up to face him, "don't look away, Belle. You can't seriously think you're anything but perfect. You just can't. I can't imagine you not thinking you're anything else. I especially don't..." I felt a tear rolling down my face and he pulled me into his chest, his chin resting on my head. "You're beautiful, intelligent, woke, and above all... you're you. Which surpasses all of those things." He kissed my forehead, tears brimming in his own eyes. I had never seen him cry. Sure, he had seen me cry, especially with all this crap going on. But, I had never seen him so emotional, so... vulnerable. I touched my hand to his cheek, feeling the salty liquid connect with my skin. I leaned forward and connected our chapped lips, our tears melding together. It was one of the first times I had let myself become so unprotected, so trusting, so connected to someone. I had the urge to just hold onto him so tight and never let go. I was feeling so many feelings that I had never felt before, and did I know how to handle them? Hell no. But I sure did want to find out. He pulled away, letting out a breathy chuckle.

"What now?" I asked in a whisper.

"Your makeup is all smudged." He said, taking his thumb and wiping under my eye, his thumb coming back up black. I shrugged.

"Oh, well." I laughed.

"So, now what?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm hungry, can we order pizza?"

A/N- So, I have come back from a long time of writers block, and have so many ideas!!!! Im super excited!!!! 

xoxo gossip girl