I can't believe I did that! I slapped him! I slapped him! I slapped Chase Davenport! What the heck is wrong with me!? I have to go talk to him! He probably can't stand the sight of me right now, but it's worth a try. I tip-toe upstairs to his bedroom, suddenly realizing that all the fighting noises coming from the living room have stopped. I knock on his door gently. "Chase," I ask. "May I come in?" His answer is a muffled groan. "Please," I ask. He just groans louder. That's when I realize that an apology won't be enough. I have to do something bigger and better. I run to my room and start planning, hoping that Tanya has been defeated or is at least leaving us alone for a little while.

  I knock on Chase's bedroom door about an hour later with my acoustic guitar. "Chase," I ask. "Come in," he says, his voice muffled and sad. I open the door and see him lying on his bed, holding his cheek where I slapped him. The guilt becomes stronger. I tip-toe over to the end of his bed and sit down. "Look," I say. "I came to apologize, but we've apologized to each other way too much the past few weeks, so...I decided to do something else." I tune my guitar and begin to play it and sing:

Da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
I don't know if
I can yell any louder
How many times
Have I kicked you
Outta here? Or
Said something
Insulting?
Da da da da da
I can be so mean
When I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces.
When my heart is
Broken
Da da da da da
Please don't leave me
Da da da da da
Please don't leave me
Da da da da da
I always say how
I don't need you
But it's always gonna
Come right back to this
Please don't leave me.
Da da da da da

  I look at Chase hopefully after I finish the entire song. He wipes away his tears and chuckles. "Am I really your perfect little punching bag," he asks, referring to one of the verses of the song I just sang. I chuckle, put down my guitar, and hop on his bed. We lie down and he wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest. "Of course I forgive you," he says. "I just need to know one thing: what was so important that you had to risk your life in order to save?" I sigh and look down at my hands, "The locket. The locket that you gave me for our nine-month anniversary. I didn't want to lose it. It was too precious to me because it feels like even if you aren't with me, I can still feel your presence when I have the locket." There is silence. Chase puts his finger under my chin and brings my head up. I turn my head so that our eyes meet. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice practically ringing with guilt. I shake my head, "It's okay. You were just worried about me." We smile at each other and I snuggle up to him again. I look up at him and touch his cheek where I hit him. He winces, "Yeah, that's gonna be a bruise." We chuckle a little. "You're a jerk," he says, jokingly. I laugh, "So are you." "I love you," he says, happily. I sigh contently, "I love you, too."