The first coherent thought that forms inside my head is, "Owe." 

I must have voiced that thought, or made a face, because all of a sudden the quiet that had settled around me erupted into a flurry of movement and voices. I poke one eye open and hiss at the sunlight that streams into the unbearably white room. Someone lets out a sigh, and then a deep voice rumbles "Good morning, Alice." 

Both of my eyes shoot open in shock. "Blue-Eyes?" I choke out.

Said male blinks, and I watch as his dark eyebrows mash together above his vibrant eyes. Confusion floods his features. He presses his lips together into a firm line, and then tentatively says, "Well, I do have blue eyes."

The world suddenly shifts into place, and I am able to comprehend the gravity of the mistake I have just made. 

"Oh shit," I swallow, and my throat burns dryly in protest. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out." My mind races to find a suitable explanation. "Um..."

He smirks that dazzling smirk of his, and a single eyebrow arches. "Is that supposed to be a nickname or something?"

I flush an ugly beet red color and nod. My fingers clench the flimsy white sheet that covers my legs and bunches around my hips. "I am horrible with names, so I usually dish out nicknames. Yours just kind of stuck." 

Blue-Eyes makes a face, "I see." 

I panic, "What?" 

"I don't know," he props his elbow against the edge of the mattress I'm sprawled out across, and rests his chin against his knuckles. "I was just expecting mine to be something more along the lines of 'Sex God' or 'Mr. Sexy'. Or Lama Buddy, even." 

I punch him in the arm, and knock his arm out from under his chin. His shoulders shake with laughter as he grips the edge of the bed to keep from completely tumbling over. I fold my arms across my chest and my cheeks burn. "Ha ha, you're so very funny," I mutter.

He grins and pokes my side, which makes me squirm because I may --or may not-- be ticklish there. "It's cute." 

"Don't lie to me," I shoot him a glare, but it melts almost instantly. His wide grin makes my heart beat a million miles a second. I take a deep breath and then look around to asses my surroundings. It is kind of obvious that we are in a hospital room; the room was nothing but bleached walls and quiet machinery. 

My gaze flickers back to him, and I take note of the somber expression on his face. "What happened?" I whisper. 

He swallows. His gaze shifts around the room, following the same pattern as I had. Then he steels himself and looks at me, "How much of yesterday do you remember?"

I have to think hard. "You took me to see my favorite movie...and that's it." 

"We were walking around, and you dropped your purse as we were crossing Star Street," Blue-Eyes folded his arms atop the edge of the mattress, and my eyes widen into saucers as I notice the bright blue cast that covers his left forearm. He smiles grimly at my expression, "Devon's breaks malfunctioned, and I broke my arm trying to pull you out of the way. You got a severe concussion and a broken leg."

I stare at my legs. Only now do I see the difference between the two mounds beneath the sheet. One is large, and chunky, while the other is its normal scrawny line. Hesitantly, I pull the sheet away from the chunk of leg, and grimace when I see a neon pink cast the size of Jupiter. 

"I tried to tell them you wouldn't want pink," Blue-Eyes chuckles at my disgusted expression. 

"I'll just tell everyone that I didn't get to pick my battle scar." 

His lips pull back into that delicious grin of his. I repeat his words through my head again, and then pause. My eyebrows crinkle. "Whoa, wait a minute. Rewind. Did you say that Devon's car is the one that hit us?" 

Blue-Eyes nods and then scoffs a little, "He and his family were in here last night. His parents were upset, and blaming us --threatening to sue and everything, even though it was their fault. Devon was trying to apologize. Your mother quickly scared them off."

I frowned. I felt a little bad that they had to deal with my mother as I knew firsthand just how scary she could be. "Where was I when this happened?"

"High off your ass," amusement flares up within his eyes, and he laughs, "and trying to remove your pain-killer tube. You were convinced that the hospital staff was trying to shoot you up with heroin." 

My eyebrows crinkle, "I was?" 

His grin makes my ovaries explode, "Yeah, you grabbed my cheek and refused to let go until I let you take it out." 

I grimace. "Ouch, I'm so sorry." 

He hummed and folded his arms across his chest, his expression morphing into a playful scowl. "I may forgive you..." he trailed off, and then turned his head to the side so that his cheek was aimed toward me, "If you kiss it and make it feel better." 

"That was smooth," I retort. I grin and lean forward, my entire body groaning in protest at the sudden movement. His hands dart out to catch me, and a flash of surprise flits across his face --he must not have expected for me to to accept. I brush my lips against his cheek and then slump back onto the brick like pillow that was stuffed beneath me. 

He grins, his cheeks speckled pink, and then winks, "I know." 

I laugh and fiddle with the hem of my ice blue hospital gown. A comfortable silence envelops us, and Blue-Eyes returns to his original position --watching me with his chin atop his knuckles. I break the silence, and ask, "So, when do we get to leave this joint?" 

"Your mom should be back any moment now. I've already been signed out, and she wanted to go sign you out real quick so that when you woke, you guys could head home." 

I nod, "Are you coming with us?" 

"I would love to," he smiles warmly. 

I grin childishly and push at my covers. "Once I look pretty again, we can have a movie marathon. I have a lot of movies, and I'm sure we could convince my mom to make us some popcorn. She makes the best, like seriously. You've got to try it." 

Blue-Eyes laughs and reaches out, brushing at a strand of my hair. "You are always pretty," he says, as if that was the only thing that he heard. 

I blush, "Stop lying." 

"I'm not lying," he grinned, "You really do take my breath away, even with your makeup streaking down your cheeks. You look adorable." 

I glare at him and rub furiously at my cheeks, "You're just saying that to get into my pants." 

He snorts and wags his eyebrows, "And what if I am?" 

I roll my eyes, "Then sorry to disappoint, but you won't be getting in them for a while." 

Blue-Eyes snickers, and shoots me a teasing look, "I don't know about that. You told me last night that all I had to do was be good, and I do have to say, I have been pretty good. I even skipped school today to be by your side. That should get me extra brownie points." 

"I'll punch you again," I warn, as I try to fight a smile. "Like you said earlier, I was high off my ass. I obviously had no clue what I was saying, and I have no recollection of it now that I am normal." 

"Oh," he sneers, "So you're saying that you don't want in my pants at all?"

"No!" I quickly object, face beet red. "That's not exactly what I was saying. I just don't do the naughty with guys that I just met a week ago. It takes at least six months, maybe a year, depending on the situation, before I will ever feel comfortable like that." 

Blue-Eyes laughs, "I was only joking with you, relax." His head tilts slightly and he stares at me for a few moments, a genuine smile stretched across his lips. He sighs a little, "I am more than willing to wait, though." 

I blink, confusion fluttering through me. 

"You're totally worth it." 

My cheeks turn read and I punch him again. He laughs and shakes his head, and I shake my head back at him, embarrassed. "Why are we even having this conversation?" I ask him, deadly serious. My heart thrums inside my chest like a helicopter as I cough out the rest of my thought, "We aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend." 

It's a sad, but unfortunate truth. 

He presses his lips together and watches me. I chance a glance at him from the corners of my eyes, and he murmurs, "But I would like us to be." 

That's when my heart stopped.