Well, this is possibly the last time that I can update this for the summer. I have to leave my laptop at the school, therefore giving me no possible way of really updating. So enjoy please, and wait patiently for two months. I will hopefully have more chapters to pour out to you guys.

As we neared the end of the stairs, I couldn't hear anything over the roaring of my heart. This was silly. Why the hell was I reacting this way? He thought of me more as a sister than anything else.

All the things that Sally and I had talked about earlier felt wrong and didn't sit well with me. It must have been some sort of mix up. What she had said seemed silly and words said just to put me at ease.

I wasn't paying attention at that moment, so once I got to the bottom step, I ended up slipping, crashing to the ground. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the thud and the sting to come after, but the expected feeling never came.

Instead, I crashed into something big and warm, bringing it down with me. A squeek made its way out of my throat as I lie on top of Conor.

I had felt the whoosh out of him, which was surprising since I could never move him farther than an inch when I really put effort into it. That instantly made me self-conscious. Was I fat? Did I have more fat than I had muscle?

All of a sudden, I feel like I'm falling again as Conor slips out from under me, making me thump onto the hard floor. At least I had some carpet to cushion my fall. My shirt had ridden up during the fall, and so the skin that rubbed against the carpet burned. The sharp sting made me gasp in pain. A moment after that, I rolled onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A cold blast of air rushed past me, and the first thought that entered my mind was that Conor was getting up. My musing was confirmed when I saw his hulking form rise up and off the floor. He swiftly turned towards me, my eyes not able to focus on his.

Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes as the hurt tore on. Another part of me realized that other part of me had came into contact with the floor. Along with my stomach, my elbows and my left knee hurt. I clenched my teeth, only able to strangle the yelp that about came out into a long hiss. Damn that hurt like fucking hell.

"Woah, the language, Cara." Conor joked with a hint of concern in his eyes. I also saw amusement swirling around in the dark depths. He held out a hand to me. "Are you okay?"

I had to bite down a mean reply, and ignored his large hand, standing up by myself. I was a bit light-headed, so I swayed, stumbling a bit. Before I could fall, I caught my balance with the wall. I patted the wall and mentally thanked it for catching me. "It's not funny."

A chuckle came from behind me. "That's all you noticed? You didn't notice me asking you if you were okay?" A teasing tone laced his voice.

"Maybe I'll just go upstairs again." I grumbled, glaring at nothing. I was embarrassed, and I was pretty sure my face was really red, so I didn't chance looking back at him. My inner voice brought up the fact that it was my fault for not being there in the moment. It said I was the one who caused it, so there was really nothing to be mad about.

I cured it, shaking my head. Leave me alone! I trudged up a step, tripping again. I crashed onto the next step, my head skimming the wall. I swear I could die of embarrassment. "Don't." I warned, hearing a snicker behind me. The snickers turned into boisterous laughter. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't going to endure this when I had thought that it was going to be something more this time. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and a ringing sound in my ears.

Slowly, I got up, brushing myself off. I was so hurt and embarrassed of myself, and the fact that Conor was laughing at my humiliating act. A number of other curse words made their way out of my mouth, louder than I wanted them to be. I stepped up, careful to not trip again.

The laughter stopped. "Cara, wait." He called in an urgent tone.

I ignored him, making two more steps. I wasn't going to talk to him. He shouldn't have laughed. Another tear ran down my face. I also didn't want him to see that I was crying. That attempt failed when a sob unexpectedly exploded out of my chest. Everything throbbed. Every bone, and every muscle, even my ego; it hurt.

"Cara, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh at you." He had a pleading tone.

That pissed me off. How dare he just assume that I'm crying because he laughed? Why didn't the fact that I had fallen contribute to the fact that I was? I whirled around to ask him just that, to give him a piece of my mind. "How dare you-" That was when I lost my footing again, once again falling down the flight of steps.

This time, I couldn't help the yelp that clawed its way out of my throat. With a loud scream, I clenched my eyes shut again, feeling the air pile around me. Again, I waited for the pain of the ground, but once again, it didn't happen. My eyes shot open as Conor caught me in his strong arms, breaking my fall once again.

I let my tears flow as I buried my head in chest. I didn't want him to see how embarrassed I was. How was I going to live this one down?