Shane = Bold

Cleo = Italics

"Cleo? Oh my gosh Cleo, are you alright? I...I...are you alright? "

"I'm fine. I'm j-"

"Good God, if you're not I swear I am going to castrate Jaxon in his sleep. I am so, so sorry that I left you behind. I...I fought. I did. I really did. But...but there were five bodyguards and only one of me. Oh...who am I kidding? I should have socked them all right in their bloody jaws. Leaving you like that...it...it's criminal."

"Shane. I'm fine. You don't need to worry about it. There's nothing you could have done."

"I can't believe I  just let them hustle me into the car. But you have to understand, I didn't mean to. I was...taken by surprise."

"Shane-"

"I didn't have time to put up a good fight. One moment we were kissing, which was really good by the way-"

"Shane?"

"-although, how you learned to kiss like that when you've never kissed a boy before is kind of suspicious."

"Shane!"

 "But that's beside the point. The point is that I am so, so sorry and if you die of hypothermia I will take Jaxon to the grave with you. No...scratch that. Before I kill him I'll make him stand in the rain and see how he likes it. Wait...why am I blaming this on him? It's my fault too. I should have fought harder. I should have jumped out of the moving car and-"

"SHANE LOST BOY CALIENTE. SHUT UP. IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT!"

"...Lost Boy isn't my middle name."

"It should be."

"Are you really alright?"

"...yeah."

"You hesitated."

"For like two seconds Lost Boy."

"Still counts. Which, therefore, draws me to the conclusion that you are not really okay."

"I'm fine. Really. Stop worrying."

"..."

"Okay, fine. I'm drenched and shivering like a popsicle stick. Are you happy now?"

"Damn it. I'm gonna kill him."

"It's okay. It's not that bad. I'll be home soon anyway."

"No. No, it is not okay."

"Really...it is. I've suffered through worse."

"Don't compare bad experiences to other bad experiences just to make you feel better. It doesn't work...trust me."

"I know."

"Then why did you do it?"

"To make you stop worrying about me."

"..."

"..."

"I'll always worry about you."

"You don't have to."

"It's not something I can help."

"I suppose it isn't."

"You talk as if you speak from experience."

"I do."

"You do?"

"Yeah...I can't seem to stop worrying about you either."

"J...just don't worry too much."

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't want you to take your mind off the important things."

"You are important."

"Nah. That's real sweet of you but I'm just someone the world uses a trophy to flaunt around. Half the time I'm not even real, just a plastic, smiling face."

"I don't care about the rest of the world. To me you are the most important thing that's ever happened to me. I don't give a damn about them and you shouldn't either. Opinions should only count from people who love and respect you because they are the only people who will tell you their opinions for the right reasons. After suffering hate for as long as I have you get used to tuning people out. It may seem cowardly but fighting back will only make them feel like they're winning. Being happy doesn't always mean that you never lose a battle...hang on a sec."

"What? Are you alright? You haven't fainted, have you? I happened to be rather enjoying my life lesson."

"..."

"..."

"Well, I'll be damned."

"What?"

"It appears that my dear cousin has a whole lot of explaining to do."

"Wait...wh-"

"I...I'm really sorry but I'll have to call you back."