Here We Go Again (Two Others, mkay? :D )

"Careful," Justin cautioned her and crawled up next to her. He grinned. "I tried my best," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

He nodded and walked her in, paying for the two tickets. "You don't need popcorn, do you," he asked, since they just ate. He went with her answer and went into the theatre. "Pick a seat," he said. "Middle, front? Dead center? Middle back?"

Brittany laughed, kissing him softly. "Thank you love..."

Alora thought about it for a moment then said "Middle back... In case, you know, I fall asleep or something. I'd hate to fall asleep up front. And besides, it's too hard to look up at the screen so close up."

Justin smiled and held her close. "You're welcome, love," he murmured.

Deryk nodded and walked with her up the stairs to the back, then to the middle, and sat down with her. He pulled his cell phone out and put it on vibrate, then put it back in his pocket.

Brittany smiled, resting her head against his chest. "I love you Justin..." She thought she had told him already, but the drugs were messing with her mind too much right now.

Alora walked up the steps with Deryk, still holding his hand. She sat down next to him, simply turning her phone off. She didn't really have anyone to talk to right now.

Justin smiled softly and stroked her hair. "I love you, too," he murmured. "Get some rest, baby. I'll be right here when you wake up," he promised.

Deryk looked at Alora, then back at the screen. He wondered why she had suddenly grabbed his hand. He figured it was the drugs, but maybe that meant that she loved him, if not liked him, and she didn't know it yet. Maybe... He told himself not to give his hopes up, though, as he pretended to be wrapped up in the celebrity trivia that played before the previews.

Britt smiled softly, kissing his chin. "Okay... Please don't leave okay?" She closed her eyes, falling to sleep extremely fast.

Alora blinked at the screen her vision wavering in front of her for a moment. She squeezed his hand as the previews started. She did really like him. It was hard for her not to.

Justin nodded and stroked her hair as she fell asleep, holding her close. He was worried about her; he tried his best not to move so he didn't stretch her stitches.

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Deryk looked at her as she squeezed his hand. "You okay," he asked her quietly.

Brittany smiled in her sleep, dozing well. Occasionally the nurse would have to come in and change an empty medicine bag, but that was the extent of it all.

Alora smiled at him warmly. "Never better..."

Justin held Brittany close, gently, as she slept, ignoring the nurse as she switched medicine bags.

Deryk stared at her for an extra second. "I know you better than that, Alora," he murmured. "Why are you keeping a hold on my hand all of the sudden? You sure you don't need me to take you home?"

Brittany smiled in her sleep, feeling Justin's arms around her. That made her feel warm and safe which was good.

Alora chuckled. "Deryk, I'm happy. Like really happy. I'm happy to be here with you. Relax..."

Justin chuckled softly, seeing her smile in her sleep. She was so cute.

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Deryk shook his head. "I didn't ask if you were happy, Alora," he said her name like a caress, halfway hoping she didn't notice. "I asked if you needed me to take you home; if the medicine was starting to be too much."

Alora laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm fiiiiine. Really, relax some..." She knew she should've told him that she was feeling a little bit funny. But she decided against it, knowing that she didn't really feel like going anywhere just then.

Brittany woke up close to 8 or so in the evening, yawning. She had no idea how long she'd been asleep, but was delighted to see Justin asleep next to her.

Deryk sighed. "Alright, I was just asking," he said, and looked back to the screen, still not unaware of Alora's hand holding his.

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Justin eventually had fallen asleep, maybe around five or six o'clock - he hadn't been paying attention to the time. He slept soundly for the next few hours, snoring softly.

Alora smiled over at him as the movie started. She didn't want to let go of his hand, she liked the way their hands fit together.

Brittany lay on her side in Justin's arms, watching him sleep. He really was cute. She fell asleep again, laying in a rather painful and dangerous position.

Deryk noticed her looking at him and looked back at her. Though it looked a little off because of the meds, her smile was still cute. He was thankful for the darkness of the theater; his cheeks turned a little pink. "What are you smiling about," he asked quietly.

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Justin woke up a bit later, yawning. He looked down at her; it looked like she'd probably be stretching something that shouldn't be stretched. Very carefully, he gingerly moved her so she was laying on her back, his arm behind her head instead of behind her back, his other arm across her stomach.

Alora smiled at him as the movie started playing. "You. You're what I'm smiling about."

Brittany grimaced in her sleep, her eyes flying open suddenly. She grunted in pain, her hand shooting automatically to her side. There was no pain, so why did her side feel like it was ripping in half?

Deryk blinked. "What? That doesn't make any sense," he murmured, unable to take his eyes away from her.

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Justin froze. "Brittany? Britt, what's wrong? What hurts?" Oh, god, what have I done, he repeated in his mind. This is all my fault! What if she's hurt!? Hurriedly, he found the button to call for the nurse and pressed it repeatedly, urgently.

Alora chuckled, leaning forward. Her face was close to his, her lips opening to say something when her mind started to fade to black. The last thing she remembered was falling into Deryk's arms, her lips finding his somehow.

Brittany bit her lip, taking the remote from Justin's hands. "Love, relax. It was a sore muscle in my side. It's okay..." She kissed him softly, sighing. "Really."

Deryk blinked as she got closer and caught her as she fell, blushing as her lips somehow found his. "Alora," he whispered, shaking her gently. When he got no response, he picked her up, carrying her bridal style out of the theater and to his car, laying her carefully inside the passengers' seat and buckling her in. He kissed her cheek softly before closing her door on her and going to the driver's side, turning the car on and driving to his house. When he got to his house, Deryk carefully picked Alora up again and got her into his bedroom, laying her on his bed. He sat on the floor, keeping a hold of her hand, as he turned his TV on and started flipping through channels, glancing at her worriedly every few seconds.

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Justin looked at her, brushing hair out of her face. "Are you sure? Maybe we should have someone look at it - just in case," he said worriedly. It seemed his forehead would be forever creased with worry, at the rate he was going.

Brittany chuckled, pulling him up to sit up. She leaned in a way that didn't hurt, kissing him gingerly. "Love, I'm okay. I get out later today... Then we can go home and you can fuss over me as long as you want..."

Alora curled up on her side once she was laid onto his bed. She felt his hand in hers and grinned, her lashes fluttering. She remembered kissing him, yes, she'd intended on that. She realized how much he liked her and how much she liked him finally...

Justin kissed her back softly. "Alright... You realize you're never going to see the end of me," he chuckled softly, still worried.

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Deryk saw her lips curve up into a grin and her lashes flutter. He blushed slightly and leaned against his bed, looking back to the television. Eventually, he dozed off, still holding onto her hand.

Brittaby smiled. "And that's just the way I want it babe..."

Alora smiled in her sleep, pulling her hands up next to her face. She could smell him, that signature 'Deryk' smell.

Justin smiled and held her, relaxing against the pillows.

Deryk was oblivious as he slept, dreaming of her (yet again).

Brittany smiled, kissing him softly. "The idea of you waiting on my hand and foot makes me smile, ya know?"

Alora sighed, her head now on the edge of the bed next to his.

Justin kissed her back softly. "You are my queen. Your every whim is my command," he chuckled.

Deryk slept for about another hour. When he woke up, his hand was still holding hers; he rubbed his hand with his free hand and yawned tiredly, trying not to wake her up.