Rosemary was numb from the freezing rain. She was shivering and whimpering while leaning against Mike for support. Despite how much she loved rain, it brought cold down to her skin, penetrating every inch of it on her body. She felt the sky's tears dribble down her forehead until it reached her chin, mixing up with her own salty tears. Mike's hold on her tightened for reassurance, though it seemed pointless right then. She was cold, soaking wet to the very marrow in her bones, and she was frightened.

Soon, they had arrived at the beach. It was vacant. There wasn't a single person in sight. The normally dry and warm sand was wet with rain. The rain slipped down to the ocean, causing dozens of harsh splashes to occur. Mike gently squeezed Rosemary's trembling shoulder and lead her towards the pad.

He pushed the door open, and was greeted by silence. The lights were all on. The television was off. Micky was found, lying down on the couch, tapping his knees with his drumsticks to create a good beat. Peter and Davy were nowhere in sight.

"What took you so long?" was the first thing Micky said. "I thought you drowned out there."

"Micky, get a towel," Mike said quietly.

"Hm?" Micky said absentmindedly. He finally looked up. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw Rosemary, soaking wet and trembling. "Rose!"

He rolled off the couch and headed towards her and Mike. He and Mike helped her sit on the couch.

"I'll get you a towel," Micky said before sprinting up the spiral staircase.

"Mike? You home?"

Peter appeared from the bedroom Micky had just entered and dashed down the staircase. He froze in his tracks when he spotted Rosemary. He stared at her with his mouth dangling half open in shock. Rosemary wiped her eyes.

"Quit staring, Pete," she shakily smiled. "I know I'm not a nice sight when I'm wet, but you don't need to rub it in."

Peter shook his head, his surprised look morphing into one of concern. He knelt down in front of Rosemary. After gazing into his worried eyes, she dissolved into fits of cries and sobs.

"Hey, now," Peter placed a hand on top of hers. "I didn't mean to stare, Rose."

Rosemary knew he was only joking. "Oh, it's not that," she sniffled.

Peter thought it best to not question. Soon, Micky returned with a towel. He draped it over Rosemary's shoulders and playfully narrowed his eyes at her.

"Did you swim in the rain or something?" he teased.

Rosemary weakly chuckled. "Y-you could say that."

"Where's Davy?" Mike asked.

The door beside the refrigerator in the kitchen swung open, and out came no other than Davy Jones himself. "Right here, Mike," he called. His eyes widened, however, once he caught sight of his ex girlfriend. "Rosemary?"

Rosemary looked over her shoulder, where Davy stood, dumbfounded and confused. "H-hi," she mumbled.

Davy was beside her in seconds. She stared at the ground, embarrassed. She hadn't been this close to him since they broke up. She wrapped the towel around herself tighter.

"What're you doing here?" Davy asked.

"Why's everyone so surprised to see me here?" Rosemary muttered.

"We're not surprised to see you," Micky said. "We're surprised to see you soaking wet."

"Yeah, it's not something we see everyday," Peter said cheekily.

How they manage to make Rosemary feel a little better, she'll never know. Their company made her feel safer and warmer, like a drop of hot liquid fell deep inside the pit of her stomach.

"I'll set up a bed for you," Mike informed her.

"A bed?" Davy raised his eyebrows.

"Are you staying here?" Peter questioned.

"What about Russell?" Micky wondered.

Rosemary stiffened at the mention of Russell. She whimpered softly as another round of tears welled up in her dried up red eyes.

Mike cleared his throat. "Why don't you guys help me set up her bed? I'll explain upstairs."

Micky, Peter, and Davy worriedly gazed at the broken girl sitting beside them. Micky and Peter slowly stood up to follow Mike.

"Davy, you coming?" Mike asked.

"Erm..." Davy bit his lip in deep thought and worry. Then, he shook his head. "I'll stay down here."

His friends nodded in understanding. They casted Rosemary gentle smiles before heading upstairs to fix up her bed. Soon, she and Davy were alone. This was the first time they were alone together in two years. Rosemary suddenly found the floor very interesting as she didn't want to look Davy in the eyes. It felt strange sitting this close to him again.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" he asked softly. "It'll make you feel better."

Rosemary blinked. Slowly, she forced herself to look at him. His lovely brown eyes were glowing with worry and concern. Seconds later, she nodded in response.

"Please," she added.

Davy smiled. As he set the kettle up on the stove after filling it with water, Rosemary brought her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. She closed her eyes. After all of the crying and running she had done, she was exhausted. She could feel herself falling into slumber, but she forced herself to stay awake.

Soon, Davy returned with a warm mug of steaming tea. Rosemary leaned forward and grasped the handle of the mug through shaky fingers. It was hard for her to hold it. Davy, out of instinct, held onto her wrists to steady her trembling hands. Shocked, she snapped her head up, and their eyes were suddenly glued together. It was the first time he touched her in two years. It was the first time for everything between them. It was odd.

"You ok?" he asked.

Rosemary gulped and nodded. "Th-thank you," she stuttered.

Slowly, Davy released her wrists. He seated himself on the carpet in front of her and watched her dip her mouth into the mug and sip the warm goodness. Silence danced across the room and filled the air, making him squirm. He longed for Rosemary to talk to him again. They hardly spoke two words to each other for the past two weeks.

Soon, Rosemary finished her tea. She looked more comfortable. She placed the empty mug on the coffee table beside her and stared at her hands in silence. Davy sighed, unable to take the quietness any longer.

"Rosy," he finally spoke.

Rosemary's head snapped back up at the sound of her nickname. "W-what?" she whispered.

"How... how are you?"

She stared at him in deep thought. How am I? Not that well, considering she had just lost her boyfriend in the worst way possible. Not to mention she had met up with three boys who attempted to take advantage of her and nearly killed her. It wasn't exactly something to be so happy about.

But hearing Davy call her by her nickname - the special nickname only he was allowed to call her by - for some reason made her feel somewhat a little more relaxed around him.

How am I?

"I've been better," she shrugged.

Davy nodded. "I won't ask what happened," he said quietly. "But I will ask you how Carol is."

Rosemary furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Carol?"

"Yeah," Davy grinned ever so slightly. "You know. Carol. Our friend. Your best friend."

"I know who she is," Rosemary mumbled. In truth, after everything that had happened that night, she had almost completely forgotten about Carol. "And... she's fine, I guess."

Davy stared at her. "Look," he said silently. "I know you need more than an apology, but I am sorry."

"What for?" Rosemary was oblivious. All she could think about was Russell's violent actions and the boys she had met up with.

"For what I did," Davy said, guilt worn upon his face. "I have no excuses. But I'd like to make peace with you."

Rosemary's lower lip quivered. She choked on more tears. "Russell cheated on me," she croaked.

"Wait... what?" Davy's eyes widened.

"He was with another girl!" Rosemary cried. "And you know what? He didn't even care that I saw him! He thought it was totally ok to back stab me and snog another girl!"

Davy didn't know what to say. Instead of saying anything, he stood up and slid into a seat next to her.

"Rosy," he said softly.

"He doesn't love me anymore, Davy!" Rosemary gasped. "H-he cheated on me behind my back!"

Davy nodded. Having known her for awhile, he knew it was best to let her rant when she needed to.

"It reminded me of us," she sucked in several deep, shaky breaths. "Because you went behind my back and kissed another girl."

Davy sighed. "I know," he said quietly.

"I hated you ever since!" Rosemary choked.

"I know."

"I can't forgive you."

"I know."

"I still hate you."

"I know."

Rosemary stared at him, surprised at how calm he was. She couldn't understand how he was able to keep his cool even in the most serious and crazy situations. She envied that about him. She sighed.

"I don't actually hate you," she mumbled.

"I know," Davy said. "You should, though."

Rosemary shook her head. "But I don't."