I had been isolated in my room for 2 weeks after we kicked Indiana out. Occasionally leaving for necessities like school and food, but other than that I stayed cooped up. Dylan tried to visit me a couple times, but Belle just told him I was sleeping. Which was probably true since I lost my laptop charger like two weeks ago and haven't gone to get a new one, so not much to do. Oliver came over a lot, and when he did he forced me out and made me take a shower and change clothes, and he cooked a lot which was nice. He's really good at it. He and I had grown close as had he and Belle. But no matter how many times he slept over "on accident" they still seemed to be nothing more than friends at the moment. Belle appreciated that he had the authoritative ability to make me leave the comfort of my bed. I wasn't even really upset about Indiana leaving, considering I was insanely pissed at her, but I think it was just the drastic change. I was never good with change, and this was such a big change that it just seemed so much larger compared to everything else. Whatever. I dragged my stiff body out of my nest of blankets and pillows that had formed on my bed, My bare feet touched the hardwood and it sent chills up my spine. It was finally fall. I walked out of my bedroom and down the narrow hall, peeking into Belle's room, only to see she wasn't there. I heard voices in the living room and I walked in to find Belle snuggled up to Oliver, both holding mugs of hot cocoa.

"Ah, she's alive!" Oliver exclaimed. Belle giggled and turned around, almost spilling her drink but Oliver took it from her hand and set it on the coffee table. When she got all the way around without any spillage her eyes widened.

"Um, Kenny, the least you could do is put a shirt on." She said with a sigh. I gave her a questioning look and looked down to find myself in my black lace bra without anything over it. I shrugged.

"It's not like we have any boundaries in this house anyway." I said unconcerned. She paused a second before shrugging and nodding in agreement. Oliver just gave a light chuckle in response.

"When was the last time you showered Kenny?" He asked genuinity flowing through his words.

"When was the last time you were here?"

"Two days ago."

"Well there you have your answer!" I exclaimed a hint of disappointment hidden by a half hearted laugh.

"Go take another. You don't have to wash your hair but you need to at least shower." He said. He had been so maternal lately.

"Since when did you become my mother?"

"Since you came out of my vagina!" He retorted without hesitation.

"NICE!" Belle exclaimed and fist bumped him lightly. He had already become aware of her low pain tolerance and continued to show absolute care when it came to anything she could find harmful. Even fist bumps. It was something I had learned early in our friendship.

Either way, Belle was already rubbing off on him. And it was nice seeing her so happy. I left the room quietly as they continued their conversation about how great his comeback was. I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped off the dirty clothes off my coarse skin. Kicking them into a pile on the floor I turned back to the mirror. I ran my hands through my lavender hair, it was getting long again, and was in need of an overdue haircut. The back was reaching the base of my neck, tickling it every time I turned my head. My face was paler than usual, and my freckles showed through dramatically. But the bags under my eyes reminded me of how little sleep I was getting lately. I hadn't slept through the night in three weeks, and it was noticeable. I looked down at my bare body and found myself critiquing it as always. I was never happy with how I looked. The mirror fogged up slightly distracting me, realising the water was hot, I stepped into our small shower. The water was a little too hot for my liking, but I didn't care. I found calmness in the burning sensation. I sat down facing the wall with my eyes closed, letting the water run over my whole body, leaving my face drenched. I grabbed the bottle of body wash and moved out of the water, slowly spreading the gel on my skin. I sat back under the water for what seemed like an hour until the water turned cold. I turned the faucet off and reluctantly got out drying my hair quickly since it was so short, and wrapping the towel around me. I walked out of the bathroom toward the kitchen to prove to Oliver that I showered, but my eyes met with someone unexpected. Belle and Oliver were standing at the door, Dylan standing on the other side of the threshold.

"Kennedy!" He yelled in my direction, Belle and Oliver's faces turned to me. They were't sure how to deal with the situation. I took another look at Dylan before turning around and going back to my room, walking swiftly. Dylan went past the two at the door and followed me down the hallway. I closed the door before he reached me though. "Kenny please..." He said, his hand touched the wood of the door.

"Go away." I said hastily, sounding meaner than I intended.

"No. I will stay here until you let me in."

"Well then you'll be waiting a long time."

"Okay." He said softly. I sighed, and slid to the floor, my back leaning against the door.

"Please Dylan, just go home."

"No."

"Please!" I said desperately.

"I am not leaving Kenny. I'm not leaving you."

"Okay." I said quietly. Laying down on the floor in front of the door in only my towel, my hair still soaked and dripping, making a puddle on the ground. I fell asleep.

A/N;

Lmao hey guys! So I cried writing the ending of this chapter. Why? No idea! Anyway, I hope you all like it!