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I'm going to be updating this story more often. Ever since my boyfriend broke up with me, I've found it easier to write this story. So expect updates at least every week.

lotsa love, Pain. 

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D A I S Y 

"I think I was beginning to miss you." I took the bouquet of daisies from Kadens hands. Smiling as I touched the white petals. 

"It can't be all that fun staying here," Kaden said. 

"It rarely ever is staying in a hospital. But gran can't possibly take care of me at home so I guess I'll have to bear with it." I put the flowers on my bed, looking at the dark haired green eyed boy. "So how was school?"

"Same ol' same ol'."

"Any stupid bets you've done?" I didn't mention how entertaining his bets were from going to school shirtless to biting a strawberry out of Joey's mouth to tying his hair up in a tiny little ponytail. 

"Quite a bit as always but nothing all that scandalous yet." Kaden laughed. I wondered if anyone bothered to really look at Kaden these days because there was something bothering him. Once upon a time, Kaden's eyes glowed when I brought up the word bet. He would spring into an animated conversation about getting a strawberry out of Joey's mouth that would bring jokes about his sexuality. These days, it felt like it was bothering him and I wondered if he had taken a bet he regretted. Kaden was fully capable of saying no, but not all bets looked as pretty as they were till you had to actually do it. 

Some bets could be hurtful and dangerous. For Kaden's sake, I hope he isn't doing one of that nature. "As scandalous as having sex with Grace?"

"I did not have sex with her?"

"Just like you did not have sex with me?"

"No, I had sex with you," Kaden said, not at all bothered by it, a devilish grin on his face, "but I did not have sex with Grace, we actually called it quits. We both knew it wasn't working out."

I couldn't stop the grin that crept my features. It was the way he said it, like he was proud of having sex with me. I'd seen the looks other guys gave when I walked pass, losing your virginity to me was a joke. It was too easy. "I can't imagine anyone calling it quits with you."

"Well, a bet for a foundation of a relationship isn't all that strong I'm afraid." He smirked, "You do realise you shagged me and left the first time right."

"I was horny, you were willing," I teased.

Kaden laughed. 

I glanced around the hospital room, listening for any sounds, then softly I said, "I'm horny now too."

Kaden froze a little then he shook his head, "I'm sorry Daisy. I can't."

"Because we're in a hospital and I don't look swell?"

Kaden didn't laugh, but he smiled. His hand reached out to hold mine. "Daisy," He said, he hesitated, "please don't tell anyone but well, I might be interested in someone."

"Grace?"

"No, not her. Um, you won't believe it, but it's Amber."

My eyebrows rose. 

Of all people Kaden could be interested in, my last guess would be Amber. Both of them fell into two different worlds, two different types of people.Outward, they would look good together, a pretty couple. Inside, was entirely different.

Amber was like a cat. She was pretty, no one with two eyes could deny that, but beauty was only skin deep. Inside, she was malicious with all claws and sharp biting teeth. 

She was cheerleading co-captain and while girls like Rekha actually cared about girls, whom they may or may not like. Girls like Amber didn't care. I'd been in the hospital for nearly two weeks now and Amber had not visited me, not even once. I knew she thought of me as a whore. A slut. Someone who didn't value their worth. She liked to judge people. I'd seen her turn up her nose at other girls who spoke to her, sometimes ending conversations rudely and being well, to be blunt a bitch.

Kaden was like a dog. The one's you'd stop to pet. He had eyes that melted the strongest of fires, with a heart filled with gold. I remembered running to Kaden that night, I was seeking some sort of comfort and Kaden was the one person whom I knew, understood how I felt about losing my parents. He was kind, he never spoke about the first time I shagged him, he never bragged about it or made me feel like what most people thought of me as, a slut. He was loyal, kind and he seemed to understand.

"I see you don't like her very much."

"I thought you didn't either," I pointed back. They were two opposites. The only thing they had in common were they were both attractive.

"Things changed." Kaden held my hand, "So, are you going to tell me why you and Wilde are acting a little strangely."

"We're not."

"Right," Kaden agreed, voice laced with fake sincerity. 

I let out a breathe, "So have you asked Amber out yet?"

"I can't."

"You can, she'd be crazy to hate you."

"She doesn't hate me, not anymore," Kaden said amused, "We're friends."

"More the reason you should ask her out."

Kaden rolled his eyes, "It's not the right time. Anyway, let's talk about you, when are you getting out?"

"Next week, if I'm lucky."

I heard the sound of footsteps and it could be anyone here, I shared a room with three others after all but then the curtains move and I see a tall slender boy and my heartbeat picked up. His eyes fell to Kaden, then to our hands then to the flowers, "I see I've come at a bad time," He said. He turned around about to leave but Kaden stood. 

"Nah, I was just about to leave." 

Wilde froze but he didn't say anything. Kaden hugged me whispering he'll call me before he left. Leaving Wilde and I there. Wilde relaxed when Kaden left, then his eyes went to me. "How're you feeling?" He asked gently, uncertain.

"Horny," I whispered smirking.

Normally, Wilde would grin but instead he stiffened, looking unbearably uncomfortable. It felt like we'd gone back in time. Back when, Wilde didn't know every inch of my body and how to make me scream out his name.

"I'm joking."

"Right, sorry." He scratched the back of his neck, hesitant to close the distance between us. Anger flared inside me. Cecile. I wondered if she knew he visited me or if she knew he was here now. I wondered if he felt guilty for visiting me or for the twisted ankle.

"How have you been?" I asked instead.

He smiled, but it looked forced. He moved toward the chair that Kaden vacated and sat there. He didn't touch my hand, he said instead. "Good. A little busy with footy and schoolwork, the usual I guess. How have you been?"

"Bored out of my fucking mind." I made a face. "I miss your chef's cooking. Food here is the absolute worst. I swear they make it flavourless as possible."

He relaxed a little then, his lips didn't look so tight. He didn't look like was ready to run out of the room door. He didn't touch me, keeping an ample amount of distance between us but it felt like the distance between us had evaporated. Conversation flowed between us in a way that only two friends who'd grown up together could flow. It wasn't like the easy banter between Kaden and I. It was deeper than that. 

It was in the way I couldn't stop grinning as he told me about school, about Troy and Edward. It was the magnetic pull I felt towards him. It was the easy way I could whine and grumble and talk about things I wouldn't normally say because Wilde never judged me. His eyes were comforting and always reassuring. He'd laugh at my misadventures when I had sex and he never pushed me to say things I didn't want to say. It was like he knew I'd tell him when I was ready.

For the first time since the accident, I felt almost grateful for it, just so I could talk to him again. 

We're both laughing till the laughter died out. Our eyes met and silence the comfortable sort fell between us. "Visiting hours are over," I heard the nurse say to the bed next door. Wilde heard it too, his eyes glancing to his wrist-watch. The nurse came in and told us, "Visiting hours are over."

Wilde glanced at me, uncertain but then his eyes seemed to gain a little bit of confidence, "Ten more minutes," he pleaded.

The nurse glanced at me, smiled than said, "Five minutes."

I wondered if this was our last conversation we'd ever have. I wondered if he was going to leave and send a text to Cecile, or if he won't visit me again. I wanted to say something beautiful, something that would make him come back. 

Wilde had also fallen silent, it didn't ease the way my heart was racing and I found myself trying to think of a way to get him to stay. He didn't glance at me, just at his fingers. He had the look he had when he was thinking. 

"So when will you be discharged?" Wilde asked.

 It felt like another goodbye, one I wasn't ready for. "Next week."

"Then it's home sweet home." But I could tell he didn't mean it. I could feel his doubt. We both knew my life at home was far from fantastic but neither of us wanted to say it. As we grew older, I couldn't help notice that Wilde kept trying to share his wealth with me, from his chef to his ps3. He got me gifts that I could never pay back. It was like he wanted to ease the pain I felt at home or the hole in my heart that never could be filled. 

The nurse comes back in. "One minute," she said with a smile.

I glanced at Wilde trying to take in all of him, the freckles on his skin, the beauty mark on his jaw the way his eyes fell on mine. I could almost hear the apology that would fall out from those lips I've kissed countless of times.

I didn't want to hear it.

"I guess, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, trying to give him the most innocent smile I could. I didn't want there to be an end for us. 

The apology on his lips faltered and his mind seemed to spin. He closed his eyes and I was worried he was getting the strength to say No. Instead they opened and he smiled. "See you, tomorrow."