AUTHOR'S NOTE: OH MY GOSH! How long's it been since i've updated this? Around half a year! I'm SO FREAKIN' SORRY! Dx I've been busy...? Oh well, i AM updating a few fics so YAY! :D I know it's not very long, but i owe you guys SOMETHING, don't i? So here's Chapter 3 :) Sorry if it's boring! :O I've got writers block but shall write none the less! :L Haha, enjoy, read and review! Poppy :) xxx

P.S: Thank you for being so patient! x

It didn't take too long for Mrs. Benson to come back, apologising repeatedly when she did. She put some rancid ointment on my rather deep 'grazes' and stichted up my side and lower back. My whole body was on fire, so she gave me some more painkillers before forcing my under the horribly stiff duvet and disappearing to find some forms for my parents to fill in. Dad drove Mel, Ed, Max, Carly and Wendy home and Mum followed suit an hour or so later, kissing my forehead lovingly before whispering the fact she was going to have the pics of my cuts framed and put on full display in the front room. Great...

I'd hate to admit it but I felt sort of lonely in the small and ridiculously clean suit I shared with a randy old lady and a sick little kid that just wouldn't go to sleep.I let out a sigh laced with dismay and irritation.

I.

Was.

Bored.

Oh so very bored. But no matter how hard I tried to make that large jerky dude from before play sharades with me, he wasn't playing ball. Or, sharades to be more pracise. Heh heh...

Another more agitated sigh slipped my lips and I shifted restlessly on the rock-hard matress, but every time I moved, a sharp pain would shoot all the way through me. I practically hissed to myself. I'd never been one for sleeping on my tummy and I sure as custard wasn't going to start tonight! So instead I started playing eye-spy with myself. And that's when eye-spyed a certain chocolate-eyed boy that had, let's say, peeked my curiousity with his seemingly slept-in clothes, merciously untidy hair and bare-footed appearance. I don't know how, but it was, almost, sort of, kinda... cute. Okay so maybe he was cute. And the fact I could make out the thin lines of reasonably sized pecks under that grey sweat-top wasn't helping the whole 'he's unbelievably hot' situation I was creating for myself. Your digging yourself a shallow grave, Sammy...

"Hey there, Sam is it?" I snapped back to reality rather hurrily as a pair of deep brown eyes met my own oceanic ones. A crooked smile incased my lips and a cocky look took over my ever so slightly flushed face as I watched him make his way over and inhabit the seat next to my 'bed'. "How you feeling, Blondie?"

I almost grimanced at his newly found pet name for me. A child-like smirk lay lazily across his (stupidly cute) face as he brushed a curly lock of sandy blonde hair behind my ear, exposing its new pink colour. I could only just make out a low chuckle coming from him. He leaned in towards me and breathed in my exposed ear for a few moments before speaking in a barely audiable tone.

"The shy ones are always the best kissers..."

I bit my lower lip, supressing a sound that would of been deadly embarassing if released. Then realisation struck me, hard.

I shoved him away from me with such force that he fell off the chair and ended up, face down, on the cold hospital floor. I huffed a few times, willing the blush away from my cheeks as I tried to calm down.

"Listen, Benson. I'm not 'shy'. I'm not stupid. And I'm not a slag. So you can stop thinking I'm 'easy' right now, buddy boy. Or I swear in front of all these poor, hospitalised souls, I will not hesitate to kick your ass! Got that?" I barked, my face finally returning to its original pale colour.

He started up at me, now sitting on his knees, in what I could only believe to be astonishment. Then that grin took over his face again and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, I get it, don't worry. But y'know," he got up and sat by me on the 'bed'. He forcefully gripped my chin and turned my face towards his. We were only a breath away from touching lips when suddenly, the screaming kid across from me desided sleep would be a good idea. He leaned in a fraction more and stole my lips with his own. Shock bolted through me and my every natural-born instinct was yelling, screaming at me to peg it. But my body wouldn't react. So I just sat there and counted the few seconds before the heat of his lips had left mine. I felt my cheeks burning and my eyes had glazed over with unshed tears, but not the bad kind. He smirked and gave me a very quick and seemingly unnoticable once-over. "I much prefer them fiesty..."

My anger rose dramatically, but before I had time to retort a voice from the another room called frantically.

"Freddie! Oh, Freddie! We need an extra set of hands in here, can you come here please?"

That grin that was starting to get all-too familiar lay on his face as he got up and walked away, not looking back once.

Well, I can't say I'm still bored...

A/N: Okay, so here comes the part where you tell me it's too short T.T I'm sorry! But on the plus side, I'm off to update more fics! :D R&R! Poppy :) xxx