I feel dizzy. And my head hurts like crazy. I think I bashed my head on the mantle piece when I fell. What, or who, just hit me? I can barely see anything. My vision is blurry.

"M-Michael.." I whisper weakly.

I feel a foot rest on my chest to keep me on the floor. I'm trying to move, but I can't!

"Michael..!" I cry a little louder than a whisper.

I feel the foot come away from my chest and the person bends down next to me.

"Calling for lover boy, are we?" a familiar voice asks.

Oh, shoot.

"Michael..!" I try to call out, but my voice is too weak.

And I'm ignoring the question that has just been put to me.

"Calling for lover boy, who was meant to be dead?" the voice asks again.

My vision is coming back a little. I tilt my head to look at the person. My vision continues to return until I can see clearly.

Oh god, no! It's Daniel!

"Daniel.." I say weakly, half from pain, half from shock that he's here.

"Well done!" he says sarcastically.

"Why are you here? How are you here?" I ask nervously. Daniel laughs slyly.

"Will you please tell me?" I ask.

He smirks before placing his hand in his pocket. What he brings out.. Oh damn.

"Where did you get my phone?" I ask, snatching it from him.

"You left it at my house. May I ask why you're texting Michael when he's dead?" he asks.

What do I say now? What the freaking hell do I say now?!

"Uh.. It makes me feel better because I feel like I'm talking to the real one.." I lie.

"Well, isn't it funny, because he's dead, yeah, that he manages to reply?" he asks.

Oh damn. I'm busted.

"What if it isn't Michael that replies? Who knows, I coulda taken his phone?" I suggest, hoping he'll buy it.

I don't think he has.

"You think I was born yesterday?" he asks.

Uh.. Mental age or physically?

"I'll let you decide on that one," I say wittily.

I get enough energy to lift myself from the floor. What's taking Michael so long?

"You know Michael will be here in a minute?" I say.

Oh shoot! Now I've given away that he's alive!

"Oh, so he is alive!" Daniel asks.

Ugh, why did I say anything?

"Uh.." I mutter. Daniel slaps my face.

Great, as if it didn't hurt from the punch already!

"Answer me!" he demands, taking a hold of me tightly.

I wince in pain and shock. How is Michael not hearing me?!

"Yes!" I cry.

Daniel lets go of me a little, staring into my eyes.

"So, you're still together?" he asks more calmly.

"No," I lie.

Daniel looks into my eyes. His anger is gone, but I can see pain from the lies I've told.

"Please, just be honest!" he begs. I sigh.

"Daniel.." I mutter.

He snatches my phone from my hand and unlocks it. How did he know my code?

"Mikeybear, I'm missing you, it's so hard being without you too, just to be with the gang, but I'll come see you after I've been with them a while. Love you, kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss," Daniel reads my text to Michael out loud.

He then reads the reply. "Ok babe, text me when you're on your way over, love you more and mostest, kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss."

Why does he read each kiss individually? Just say the letter 'X' man!

"So, you're telling me that Michael's dead, and you aren't together? I don't think so," Daniel says.

I'm busted, I know.

"Ok, so he's alive. And I'm still with him.." I admit. "But I'm still bad."

"But Michael isn't," he says.

Uh..

"He is.. remember, I said I wouldn't date a guy if they weren't bad?" I say, making him think back to when he asked me to join The Jax. He nods.

"Yeah, I remember," he says.

Michael, where are you?

"Anyway, me and Michael are still together, he's still bad, he hasn't changed," I lie.

He isn't bad really.

"And how do I know that?" he asks.

"Because he was the one that suggested all of this bad stuff we're doing. The fake death, the breakup, he suggested it all," I lie.

I mean, I came up with the latter. Daniel shrugs.

"I've done worse," Daniel says.

Ha, ok pal.

"Like what? Killed a person?" I ask.

Daniel looks around the room before looking back at me.

"No. I stole something," he says.

Wow, big deal. Michael faked his own death!

"What did you steal?" I ask, trying to make the effort to sound impressed.

"I stole.. I stole a kiss from a girl I like," he says.

"Who was that girl?" I ask.

Wow, this is so entertaining. Not.

"Uh, that girl, you'll know her," he says.

I know her?

"How well do I know her?" I ask. Daniel smiles.

"You know her better than anyone does," he says.

Do I know someone better than anyone?

"I don't get who you me-"

I'm cut off.

Daniel launches forward and his lips touch mine.

What the hell is happening?! I can't.. I can't move!

I want my lips away from his!

I try to pull away, but Daniel won't budge.

Uh, help me! Someone! Anyone!

We hear a loud thud behind us, making us cut the kiss short and turn our heads in a flash.

Oh, shoot.