Face Down || Chapter nine Epilogue

[ginger]

Noooooo! Cara come back.

She needs to just realize that the Jonas' won't harm her. Man, something has to change in her head.

Oh Jessica....what am i going to do with you? You have me all emotional.lol

[Michelle]

Aww, Cara!! Don't do that!!
Jessica!! Make her not do that
They're her buddies and even though she wants to forget the past, that's okay. Like they said, they could be her F U T U R E!!
LOL I love it!! ;D

[Jessica♥]

Chapter four

Stupid boys, I thought pulling out two twenty dollar bills and handing them to the cab driver after he dropped me off. Did the really think everything would just go back to the way it was? I loved them to death, and wished only the best for them, but I didn't think we could just go back, hanging out and trying to get back the last three and a half years. It was impossible.

"What the hell is that matter with you?" my mom demanded when I walked through the front door.

I was taken aback, my mom rarely raised her voice, so I knew she was most definitely pissed off, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that Andy just called, and told me what happened back at the shoot. Then I talked to Denise and-" I cut her off.

"You can't blame me for that mom, blame my real dad for making us leave. If he wouldn't have done what he did, we would still be friends with the Jonas', but we're not, we had to cut them out. Or at least I did, I couldn't think about them without thinking about him!" I exclaimed, as I paced from the closet to the opposite wall in the front foyer.

She closed her eyes and looked down, breathing through her nose, and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself, "I know, and I understand how you feel. But we're not in Jersey anymore, that's where our problems were, not out here. And the Jonas family had and has nothing to do with them, they helped us, Car. They helped us on that last day there; they love us, and wanted nothing but the best for us. And that's what we have, the best."

I understood where she was coming from, but, look at it from my point of view. My dad abused me for five years in New Jersey, my real home, the only place I ever felt truly at home. I know that Jonas family was good to us, but...every time I looked back on it, looked back on the good times I had with them, he would just pop up, he was the lingering thought in the back of my head, always there.

"I know, and I feel bad for freaking out back there, but I just want to move on from it all," I said, finally standing still and looking at her.

"What do you think we've been doing for the past three and a half years? Moving on. But now...the Jonas family is living out here in L.A too, there's no reason why we can't be friends again," she leaned against the wall.

"I just...I don't even know. I mean, yeah, we could all be friends again, but I just feel like...God, I don't even know how to describe it, I just have so many emotions going through me all at the same time," I said, toying with the hem of my shirt.

"Well, I hope you can sort them out soon, they're coming over for dinner at five," she said, already making her way into the kitchen.

"Five, tonight?" I asked, going to catch up with her.

She rolled her eyes at me, "No, five a week from Sunday," note the sarcasm, "Yes five tonight."

"I thought I would have more time to prepare myself for seeing them again," I said, bringing my index finger and thumb to the bridge of my nose.

"You do have time...until five," she said brightly, going back to loading the dishwasher.

I scowled before turning away and heading upstairs to my room. When I got up there, I pulled my shoes off and let them hit the hardwood floor, before going over to my TV, and putting in disc one from season one of Friends, went back to my bed, got under the covers, covered in multi colored hearts, and watched as the gang sat in Central Perk and Rachel became part of their lives.


By the time that Ross and Rachel got drunk and married in Vegas, I came to a stunning conclusion. Chandler was my favorite Friends character. No, well...yes he was, but I did come to another more important conclusion, I needed to stop fighting who I was. Stop fighting the things that happened, they happened and I couldn't change any of it. But, the past brought me to where I was, it brought us Andy, it brought us to London, it brought us to California, it brought back the Jonas family. They loved me and my family, and I loved them.

I didn't bother going down when I heard the front door open and close, signaling the arrival of dad, back from work at noon. Nor did I move when I heard the doorbell at a little after five, which meant they were here. I didn’t even answer my bedroom door when insane knocking overpowered Ross freaking out about his overly bleached teeth.

"It's open," I groaned hitting the pause button on my DVD remote.

In stumbled four very familiar people, two curly heads, one straight head, and one semi curly head.

"Hey, Car," Joe said hesitantly, looking over my light green painted room.

"Hey, guys." I echoed.

"So...this is your room, then," Nick said, taking in the view from the window.

"That would be why my stuff is all in here, yes," I told him, who just smiled back at me.

Frankie ran over to my bed and jumped up, having a bit of trouble fully making it up, so I picked him up.

He sat Indian style and smiled up at me, in spite of myself, I smiled back; you just have to smile when you see him, "Hi Cara!"

"Hi, Frankie," I said.

He grinned and began looking at my bed, searching for something, "You have it!"

I shook my head and smiled at him as he pulled out a stuffed guitar from under one of my pillows, "I still have it."

Frankie loved that thing with a passion, he fancied himself a rock star whenever he would play with it, he used to put on shows for us in his living room back in Jersey. The last birthday I had there, when Joe and I turned fifteen, Frankie felt bad because he didn't personally get me anything, so, he ran up to his room and gave me it.

"So, huh, how are you?" Kevin asked awkwardly.

I looked up at the three of them, they had gotten seriously taller then me, "Look, I know that I was a total bitch earlier, but I was just scared, and worried, and shocked, and excited. I didn't know how you guys were going to re-act to seeing me, and I didn't think I wanted you guys in my life anymore. I've felt that way for a while now. I was never expecting to hear or see any of you again, but I did, and everything is flooding back to me. My mom said that we're not in Jersey anymore, and we have no problems here."

"So what are you trying to say?" Nick asked.

"I'm saying that I'm sorry, and that the only way I can move on now in L.A, is if the Jonas family is with me," I told them, waiting for their reactions.

"Well it's about time! The twins are back in town!" Joe shouted, throwing his arms around me.

I stiffened, but remembered that it was Joe Jonas, he would never in his life hurt anyone, let alone me, so I threw my arms around him too, and laughed as he hugged me tighter.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"You have no idea," I whispered back, and pulled away.

Nicky and I hugged, and he told me that I never had to worry about anything, because they were all there with me now.

"Well, we should be going down now, I suppose," I told them, who nodded in response. Frankie, Joe and Nick went down but Kevin held me back.

"Cara, I-" he paused a few seconds and stuck his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans, "We love you, you know that. And we're always going to be here for you, remember that, ok? I am going to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you, and I'm never going to hurt you, or leave you. You can come over to the house, or call the house. Or just call my phone any time, three in the morning, I don't care, if you ever need anything, or just want to talk."

I beamed at his gesture, I always knew Kevin was amazing, and nice and purely awesome, but having not been around it for so long...it was so refreshing. He went over to my desk and starting writing things down in an open notebook, before coming back over to me.

"I've written my address, the home phone number, my cell, and Joe's and Nick's too. Don't hesitate, call even if you want to say that you had an Iced Tea with lunch," he said with a light laugh.

I laughed a little too, "Don't worry; I'll keep it in mind."

He grinned at me, "Alright, well, let's go down then," he said, placing his hand on the small of back, leading me out of my room.

I felt shivers up and down my back...oh well; maybe dad had turned the air conditioner on.

[ginger]

yeah, I'm sure it's the A/C, alright.

I'm so freakin' happy that she decided to be friends with them again! Now they can all be a happy big family, again!

[Jessica♥]

Alright, so, I've made a decision about this story. It's not going to be this long, drawn out thing, so, I'm making it a mini series. So, I don't think there's going to be more then ten chapters in it. Anyways...here's chapter five!

Chapter five

"This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people, starting singing it not knowing wha-"

"Joe, if you don't stop, I'll make more then the song end," I turned to look at him from where I was sitting in the passenger seat of Kevin’s Jeep.

He gave me a childish grin, and instead of singing it, he went on and hummed it. I turned back around and rolled my eyes, not before I caught Kevin laughing silently from the driver's seat.

Everything had been settled between me and the Jonas family, it had been a few days since the dinner at my house, I apologized to Denise and Paul, and Andy. And then we went on like nothing had happened, we caught up on everything I learned about their band, and how successful they had become, I knew Nick had talent, and Joe did some Broadway, and Kevin was in commercials and stuff, but I never know how talented they actually were. It felt so...right being with them again, I didn't even know that part of me was missing until they came back, and I just felt complete.

"Alright, children, let's not start a fight," Nick said from his seat beside Joe.

"I am a legal adult!" Joe and I both said at the same time.

"I know you are, Car. But I don't know when Joe will ever act like he is," Kevin said, looking at him from the rearview mirror.

I smiled and looked out the window, they were taking me to Starbucks, which had, apparently, become Kevin's other home.


"I swear if you don't let me pay for myself," I said, attempting to grad my purse from Kevin.

"You'll what?" he smirked. Damn him for being taller then me.

"I don't know, but I'll do something," I jumped trying to grab for it, but he moved.

"Aha, too late! Already paid!" Joe said.

I huffed and took my bag from Kevin, "I am able to pay for myself, you know."

"We know you are, but since when would we let you pay for something?" Nick asked, handing me my drink.

I took my drink and looked at three of my best friends, "I don't know, but one day I will pay for something while I'm with you."

"No you won't," Joe sang as he skipped, yes skipped, out the doors.

"You have one strange brother," I commented.

"You're lucky, you don't have to live with him," Nick said, before opening the door for me.

I laughed as Nick fell into step with me, Kevin trailing behind us, "He can't be that bad."

"Oh yeah? Remember when you two were ten, and he ate three bags of Skittles in like, less then ten minutes?" Nick asked. I nodded. "And he got insanely hyper for the rest of the day, times that by five, and think about living with it every second of every day, you have Joseph Adam Jonas."

I laughed again, "Haha, wow. I have a new found respect for the rest of you then."

"And then," Kevin placed his arm around my shoulders, again with the chills up and down my back, "imagine it on a small and cramped tour bus," he told me.

I looked up at him and smiled, "Sounds insane."

He smiled down at me, "Minus Joe bouncing off the walls all the time, it's actually a lot of fun. I just wish you could have come along on any of them."

I let out a sigh and looked ahead to Joe who was trying to make Nick give him a piggy back ride, "You know I would have loved to have been there with you guys."

"I know, and I'm sorry I keep bringing it up, I just missed you, Cara. There was never a day that went by that I didn't think about you, where you were, what you were doing, how you were feeling. One time, it was about a year and a half after you left, I was seriously ready to fly over to London and try to track you down," he told me, with a light chuckle.

I smiled at the thought, Kevin running all over London trying to locate me, "That would have been interesting."

There was a silence between us as we continued to walk behind Joe and Nick on the sidewalk, "Would you have talked to me if I would have gone there and found you?"

I thought about that, if Kevin had just randomly turned up on my door step, would I have given him the time of day? Or, would I have just told him he was looking for someone else and slammed the door in his face, "Honestly? I don't think so. I know that's not the answer you wanted, but it's the truth, and I would never lie to you, Kev. But, like I've said, at the time, I just wanted to move on, and forget about it."

"You're right, that's not the answer I was looking for, but it's the truth. You know what? We can't dwell on the bad past; we can't keep living in the bad that happened then. So, to try and bring back some good stuff from back then, you and me, movies tonight," he said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh, God. Cara, Kevin time. I haven't thought about that in so long," I laughed.

He pulled me tighter to him and kissed the top of my head, "How about it?"

I felt my face heat up, "That'd be great."


"Alright, I'll be here at eight," Kevin said before I got out of his Jeep.

"Why are you gonna be here?" Joe inquired.

"Because, Cara and I are going to the movies," Kevin explained.

"Why can't I go?" he whined.

"Is your name either Kevin or Cara?" Kevin asked him, as I laughed silently to myself.

Joe mumbled under his breath, "On that note, I'll see you tonight, and I'll see you two tomorrow," I said, opening the door and stepping out onto my driveway. They all said bye to me as I closed the door and went up the front steps to the house. I looked at my watch 4:55pm. T-minus Three hours and five minutes. And for some reason, I was ridiculously excited about it.


I was sitting on my living room couch in my black and white plaid jumper dress, black flats, make up and hair done, with my white bag sitting on my lap, and was staring at the clock sitting on the side table. 10:37pm. Two hours and thirty seven minutes late. Are you kidding me? Did he think just because they were back in my life, and we were all friends again, he could just ditch me for something...or someone else? I let out an angry sigh and got up.

"Not to sound rude, but, why are you still here?" Andy asked when he saw me walk into the kitchen.

I glared at him, "Kevin didn't come."

"What?"

"He didn't come. I called his cell, but he's not picking up. I called his house, but they told me he was gone already. What a jerk. I can't believe he would do that, as if I don't have enough trust issues with guys, he just blows me off," by then I was pacing back and forth, like I did when I would rant. Then the home phone rang, "This better be Kevin with an amazing excuse," I told dad before picking it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, sis," Shawn's happy voice said from the other end.

"Hey, Shawn," I sighed.

"What's wrong?" he asked, growing concerned.

Then I went on another rant about Kevin, and leaving me here without a call.

"That doesn't sound like our Kevin," he said.

"I know! Maybe the fame has gone to his head, and he's actually a real jerk," I was sitting on the floor leaning against the island biting my fingernails.

"That doesn't sound like him either. I'm sure something came up that he couldn't miss. Look, I've got to go, but I'll talk to you later, I love you," he told me.

"Alright, love you too," I said before hanging up.

I got up, brushed myself off, put the phone on the counter and made my way up to my room, still fuming. Paul Kevin Jonas the second, totally ditched me.

"I hate him," I muttered, as I put on my pajamas.

"I hate him," I muttered again, when I got under the covers.

Then I cried into my pillow, before finally falling asleep.

[Vanessa (:]

Ooo.. post more soon. I want to know why Kevin didn't come. This is really good. (:

[Jessica♥]

Chapter six

"Come on, Cara. Get up," someone said, while shaking my shoulders.

I mumbled and shoved my face deeper into my pillow.

"Cara. Get. Up," the same person told me again.

"Alright," I groaned moving so I was lying on my side, I noticed that there was no sun shining through my window, and my mom and dad both looked pretty worried.

"What's wrong? Is Shawn alright?" I asked, sitting up and awake.

"Yeah, sweetie, Shawn is fine," my said taking a seat on my bed.

"What's going on then?" I asked, looking at my clock on the nightstand, 2:17am.

"There was an accident," she told me.

I looked between the two of them, "What accident?"

"I guess that he was on his way here, and he was hit-"

"Kevin?" I breathed out.

My mom just nodded, I jumped off my bed and ran to my closet to get changed, throwing jeans and a shirt on, and put on my shoes.

"I'm going," I said, grabbing my bag from one of my bed posts, "I can go right?"

"Yeah, of course," dad said.

I nodded before leaving my room; I was out by the car within seconds.


The drive to Cedars Sinai Medical Center felt like it took forever. He was on his way to get me, and was in an accident. I was getting mad at him, and he was in agony, I was saying that I hated him, and he could have been dying in a ditch. When we finally pulled up and found parking, I ran to the front desk to find out where he was.

"Paul Kevin Jonas," I told the women at the desk.

She looked over her glasses at me, "Are you close relatives?"

"If I didn't know him, why would I be here?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"There is no need to get upset with me," she said, calmly.

"No need to get upset? My best friend could be dying in one of your rooms, and you're sitting down here asking me if I'm related to him!" I shouted at her.

"And I'm sorry about that, but I can't give out-"

"They're with me," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me.

I turned and saw Joe standing with Frankie, I ran over to hug them.

"Come on, let's go up," Joe said, taking my hand. I nodded and grabbed Frankie's hand, while my parents followed behind us to the elevator. "After mom called your mom, Frankie wanted to wait down here for you, so I came down with him."

"What happened?" I asked when the elevator doors closed.

"As far as we know, he was going to get you, and a drunk driver hit him, it...it took them two hours to get him out of his car," his voice cracked at the end.

Frankie tightened his grip on my hand as the doors opened back up on the fifth floor. Joe kept hold of my hand as he led us to where Nick, Paul, and Denise were sitting, in front of room 513.
We all hugged each other, I sat in between Joe and Nick while my mom sat with Denise who was sobbing, she had both arms around my mom, and my mom was rubbing her back, just like the boys did the night that I came to their house after the last time my real dad beat us. Dad and Paul were talking quietly to each other, probably about how he was. Frankie climbed onto Nick's lap, and started crying.

"How long has he been in there?" I asked Joe.

"When they brought him in, he had to go in for emergency surgery. After that was done, he was in critical, he's been in the room two hours," he told me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

I felt Nick moving from the other side of me, I turned my head and saw he was shaking because he was crying, I put my arm around him and put my head on his shoulder. We sat like that for a few hours, until I looked up at a clock and saw that it was 6:35am. I realized how thirsty I was and got up, causing Joe and Nick to both look at me.

"I’m gonna go get water or something from the vending machine," I muttered.

"I'll go too," Joe said getting up.

We walked silently until we found one, I inserted my money and hit the water button, when it came out and I pulled it out, Joe punched the front of the vending machine, causing me to yelp and jump back.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet? Why aren't they doing anything for him?" he cried out and fell on his knees.

I got down on the ground next him and wrapped my arms around him as he cried, "It's going to take some time, Joey. But he'll wake up, I know it."

"What if he doesn't? What if my big brother never wakes up?" he asked, looking at me with streams of tears coming down his cheeks.

I was about to answer him, when Nick came running over to us, "Guys, the doctors said he's stable now. We can go in and see him."

I got up and pulled Joe up too, and the three of us ran back to where the other were standing.

"They said family first, but then two at a time," Paul said when we returned. I nodded and sat with my parents, not before giving Denise a reassuring hug, and ruffling Frankie's hair.

I sat with mom and dad and waited until the five of them came back out, when they did, Denise was crying harder then before and collapsed into one of the chairs with Paul sitting beside her, cradling her in his arms. Joe had Frankie in his arms, and he was crying into his shoulder. Joe was talking to him quietly, but I saw the steady stream of tears falling. Nick slumped against the wall beside Kevin's door and kept his head in his hands. I told my parents to go in first, so they did; they were only in there a couple of minutes.

Then it was my turn. I drank some of my water and got up, closing the cap as I did so, and went over to his door. I kept my eyes on the ground when I got in; I walked a few steps before I looked up at him. He was so...lifeless. His eyes were closed, and there was the steady beeping from the machines, he had so many things hooked up to him. He had cuts and bruises on his face and arms. I couldn’t see those beautiful hazel eyes anymore, what if I never saw them again? What if he never woke up? What if I never told him how I felt? That I loved him. Whoa. Whoa. Love him? I used to have a crush on him, but I never thought that was love. Oh, God. I was in love with my best friend, and I never told him. I moved away from him and opened the door. I dropped my water and covered my mouth.

"Bathroom?" I asked.

Joe looked up and pointed down the hall and I saw the washroom sign, I ran down there opened the door, thank fully it was empty, and threw up. I just felt so sick after seeing him like that. It wasn't him, it wasn't Kevin. I heard the door open and felt my hair being pulled away from my face. I composed myself enough to look up and see Joe kneeling beside me. I coughed a few time before flushing, getting up and washing my mouth with water, I turned to look at him.

"Joe, I love him," I whispered.

"You what?" he asked.

"I love Kevin. And it took me seeing him like that to realize it," I told him, "I keep thinking about if something happens, and I never tell him. He has to know. He has to wake up so I can tell him."

He didn't say anything; he just hugged me, a Joe Jonas bear hug. Whenever he would hug me like that, I knew I was safe, from everything. He wouldn't let anything bad happen.

"I promised Kevin I would never tell you this," he said into my hair.

"What?" I asked.

"Right after the plane took off, he broke down. He was sobbing in the middle of the airport; he kept saying he should have protected you. That he should have made you stay. That he finally realized how in love with you he was, and how he just let the love of his life leave," he said.

Kevin loved me. Paul Kevin Jonas the second was in love with me. That gave me the best feeling inside of me, even during the worst thing, hearing that made everything feel better to me. Knowing that he felt the same way...but he never told me. Just like I never told him.

"Come on, in case someone wants in here. It would be awkward if the two of us were standing in the middle of the bathroom crying," Joe told me.

I laughed a bit and let him pull me out. We went out and sat with everyone else, waiting for him to wake up, or any news at all about him.


The next four days, were four of the worst days of my life. He didn't wake up, nothing changed he was still in stable. I kept trying to figure out if I really loved him or not, whether it was a real love, or if I just said that because he was in the hospital. When I would say I felt that way because he was in the hospital, I would think, why have I felt differently around him since he's been back in my life. I came to the conclusion that it was true and real love. Every chance I got I would sit in his room with him, and hold his hand; I only went home to shower and change my clothes. I didn't sleep at home; I would either sleep in a chair in his room, and in one of the chairs outside his room. My biggest fear was him waking up alone, I didn't want him to think that we weren't there, waiting for him to get up.

"Cara, I think we should head home," my mom said, while I was sitting with Kevin.

"Why?" I asked.

"To get a good night's sleep," she pushed some of my hair behind my ear.

"No, you go. I wanna stay here," I said, tightening my grip on his hand.

"Sweetie, we're not helping by sitting here. He'll wake up when's he's ready, Kevin wouldn't want you dwelling like this," she told me.

I knew she was right, Kevin would hate it if I was just sitting there being depressed. So I sighed and got up and followed her out, not before kissing Kevin's cheek and telling him I would be back in the morning.

"We're gonna take off for the night," mom told the others.

"Where's dad?" I asked, looking around.

"He had to do a night job photo shoot, I called and told him we were going home," she told me.

"Get a good night's sleep, ok?" Denise said, hugging me. She had calmed down a lot since the first day.

"I will," I smiled, and pulled away.

We started walking towards the elevator, "Call if anything happens," I said to them, turning around.

Joe smiled, "We will."

I smiled back and followed my mom into the elevator, then finally out to the car.


I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

"Joe," I said picking up my phone after hearing it play his ring tune, it was 7:25am, "what's going on?"

"It's actually not Joe," the voice said.

I bolted up, "Kevin?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's me," he said with a laugh in his voice, "can you come down here?"

I was already out of bed and headed to my closet, "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks," he sighed, "I missed you."

I smiled, "I missed you too, Kevin."

[chandy]

he's okay! oh, Thank goodness!!!!!!
I knew after chapter five that something was NOT RIGHT. Kevin wouldn't do that.
oh, i am SOOOO GLAD he's alright!!!

[ginger]

Those two chapters were intense....nothing more to say.

[Jessica♥]

*sigh* I think this story has about two chapters left. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter seven

I was so excited when I walked off the elevator and saw the Jonas family, instead of seeing the heartache and tears; I saw smiles and pure happiness.

"He got a hold of you, then?" Joe asked when he saw me.

"Yeah, on your phone," I told him.

"His phone was dead, so he took mine, and so on and so forth," he smiled.

"Well, I’m glad he did," I said.

"Go on in, sweetie, he's been asking for you," Denise said.

I smiled and nodded, of course I was happy to go into his room, he was one of my best friends...and the boy I was in love with.

"Hey," I said gently, walking into his room.

"Hey, Car," he smiled from his bed.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, never taking my eyes of his. I knew, I knew right then that it was real, what I felt.

"Come here," he said moving over slightly, wincing while he did so.

"Kev, no. You have to rest, I'm fine just sitting here," I told him.

"Cara, would you just lay down, please?" he asked, "I'm watching Friends," he said, tilting his head over to the hospital TV.

I laughed and moved to lie down beside him, "Well, since Friends is on.”

He laughed and took me hand when I was situated, it was the episode when Ross gets a tan, but only gets it on his front. I started laughing during it, but then out of no where, I started crying, and I couldn't stop.

"What's the matter?" he asked concern clearly evident in his voice.

"I just. I was so scared, I didn't want to lose you," I told him, while I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand.

"You don't have to be scared anymore, I'm right here," he told me, and bent down to kiss my forehead.

"I was so scared, Kevin. I thought about what life would be like without you, and I couldn't. I couldn't picture anything in my future that didn't include you. Those three and a half years without you and your family, there was such a void, part of me was missing. I never want to feel like that again, Kevin. You said that everyday you thought about me, I thought about you too, all the time. I tried so hard to forget and keep moving on, and I think I fooled my mom into believing that I did. I never did, I couldn't, that's why I kept on wearing the necklace you gave me. It was the one link I still really had with you. Every time I was worried or afraid, I couldn't call you, or Joe or Nick, I felt so alone. I missed you, so much," wiping my eyes again; I looked up at him, the TV totally forgotten.

He squeezed my hand then let go, putting his hand under my chin, "You never, ever have to feel that way again; I'm not letting you go, Cara. I'm always going to be here."

Time seemed to slow down then; there was nothing else, no one else but Kevin and me, lying there in his hospital bed, staring into each other eyes. He moved some of the hair that had fallen down into my face, and then it happened. When he kissed me, everything fell into place; it felt so right to be there with him, kissing him. He put everything into that kiss, all the passion that had built up between us, it was the forget your own name, fireworks in the sky kinda passion.

When we pulled apart, he look a little...nervous, "I’m sorry. I-I didn't mean-"

"Kevin-" I started, toying with some of his curly hair, "-there's a reason I kissed you back."

He smiled and blushed, "I thought you did."

"Of course I did. I'm kinda in love with you," I said shyly.

He kissed me again, as if I minded, "I'm kinda in love with you, too," he said, forehead still touching mine after we broke apart.

"Finally!" we heard someone yell from behind us. I looked behind me, and Kevin looked ever my shoulder, only to see Frankie standing there, nothing but smiles. With Joe and Nick behind him, doubled over in silent laughter.

"Frankie, what are you doing?" Kevin asked laughing.

His smile never faded, "I don't know, Joe told me to say it."

"Obviously," I said, rolling my eyes and looking at Kevin, who smiled back at me.

"Okay, Mr. Jonas, you- oh, am I interrupting something?" Kevin's doctor asked.

"It's alright, I’ll go in the hall and wait with the others," I said, getting off his bed.

"I won't be too long," the doctor said, going over to look at some of Kevin's charts.

"As long as you're going to make him better, take all the time you need," I said, seriously.

Kevin chuckled as I kissed his cheek, then turning to walk back out, "Hey."

I turned back around to look at him, "Yeah?" I asked.

"I love you," he grinned.

I smiled back at him, "I love you, too."

I went back into the hall, to be met by seven people with big smiles on their faces, "What?" I asked.

"You know what," Joe said, slyly.

Denise came over and pulled me into a tight hug, "I always knew Kevin loved you."

I laughed as I hugged her back, "I'm glad I know now."

Then everyone came over and joined in on the hug, all chattering about how Kevin and I were going to be so happy, I just kept on smiling; I knew that we were going to be happy.

"Can I join in?" Kevin asked, from his hospital room door.

"You better join in on this, Kevin," Nick said.

Kevin came over and out his arm around my waist, and his other arm around Nick's shoulders.

"Can we say a quick prayer?" Paul asked, we all agreed. So we did, we thanked God for giving Kevin back to us, for not taking him away from us. We prayed for his quick recovery, and that everyone remain happy and healthy. Then he paused and added 'Thank you for finally bringing Kevin and Cara together, bless them with love and happiness for the rest of their lives.' I felt Kevin laugh from next to me.

"Mr. Whitney, can I ask you something?" Kevin asked, after we all pulled away from the hug.

"Of course, and please, call me Andy," dad smiled.

"Okay, well, Andy. I know that we haven't known each other for that long, but, you've been taking care of Cara for a long time now, and I felt it necessary to ask this. Do I have your permission to date her?" Kevin asked, looking at him intently.

Without missing a beat, Andy smiled and said, "I have heard nothing but great things about you. Of course you can date my daughter."

I smiled at the corniness of it all, but it was still sweet.

"You have mine too," another voice said I turned to look and saw Shawn standing there ripped jeans, black shirt, shaggy blond hair and all. I ran over to hug him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, finally pulling away.

"As soon as I got the time off, I drove the seven hours to get here," he told me, then kissed the top of my head, "But you, Jonas. I love you and your family to death, but if you hurt my baby sister. Well, let's put it this way. Don't hurt her."

Kevin smiled and walked over to the two of us, placing a hand on Shawn's shoulder, "I promise you, I will never hurt her. I don't hurt the people that I love."

Shawn looked over him before pulling him into a hug, "I know you wouldn't just had to make sure."

"I hate to disrupt, but Kevin needs some rest still," his doctor said.

We nodded and I helped Kevin back to his room, where he laid back down.

"Best day ever," he sighed.

I giggled and kissed him once again, "Absolutely," I smiled at him.