New room, but an old face.

"I probably need to get used to it", Miguel thought, laying down somewhere else, different from the place where his roomate was sentenced to death. The man let out a groan of pain. This headacke. It was killing his head. He finally opened up his eyes and looked on the celing. It was the same "pretty" celing decorated with some stupid glowing stras. "Shit," Miguel realised that he was brought back in the same room and tried to get up from the floor. He failed, because somebody, he did not see the face of the stranger, stumbled on him and almost fell down to the ground. He heard her high-pitched shriek, so he sugessted that is was a lady.. with some long and puffy brown hair, wite skin, soft hands and pretty - her skirt got ridden up a bit, so he could examine them - long legs. Then, when he managed himself to sit up and lean against the bed's edge, she stood up in front of him. He couldn't belive his eyes. "Ariel," he said in shock and concern, fearing that he already gone crazy, so his imagination has coined visions. Although, the visions can't touch you, right? Ariel kneeled near him, cheking out if he got hurt. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he replied indistinctly and took her hand, panting, making sure that she was real. He looked right into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes. He wondered if she still hated him? "I... I think you won't belive me where I've been, Ariel.."

Ariel froze and looked at him when he grabbed her hand. He told her he was fine. "I figured that." She replied before she gave him a little look when he spoke again. "After being in this place, I can believe anything. So try me." She said before she placed her hands on his glasses and fixed them. They were a bit scratched up but there was nothing she could do about it. She then pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes.

She was still mad at him, but he needed help right now. Her feelings didn't matter. All that mattered was to get all of this blood off of him.

"Come on." She whispered as she grabbed both of his hands and helped him up. "You need a shower right now. And while you take a shower I'll try to get the blood out of your clothes." She said before she saw the look he was giving her, which made her glare at him.

"Don't you dare start acting like I have never seen you naked before," she started, Now go in the bathroom. Now." Ariel demanded, not wanting him to linger on what had happened. Cause she could see it in his eyes. Whatever had happened clearly traumatized him. He needed to get his mind off of everything.

Ariel helped him to the bathroom.

Miguel smoothed her fingers with his, before he let her hand go. Her skin was so warm, her scent, sweet as rose petals... His mind lost in memories, good and bad ones. His head felt dizzy for a moment again. It seemed that the man was not only gased, but he also hit his head really hard. Or was it just Ariel?..

"So,... you've been up, e-eeh... down there too?," he asked with apprehensive wonder, worrying about what had she already gone herself through. Still, he couldn't resist to give her a sad smile, when she fixed his glasses, that were always tilted to the right a bit, because of the broken plasic earpiece, like the way she did in the past. When they were one...

The man took off his glasses, trying to remeber why the hell he is still keeping them in a place like this. He remebered. Cale. He used to call him "a hipster", because of them... Back than, when he was still alive. It infuriated and delighted him at the same time... Now, he decided, he will never get rid of those glasses.

Docile as a lamb, Miguel followed Ariel's instructions and, without a word spoken, he got nacked and lowered himself into the bathtub, full of hot water. His clothes were lying in a sodden heap on the floor. "Ariel, there was a man in this room," he suddenly began his story with a vary calm and cold tone of voice, slowly soaping his torso, "His name was Cale. He... He died yesterday..."

Ariel only nodded to Miguel when he asked her if she was there too. She walked with him to the bathroom and waited for him to take off his clothes. Of course she didn't look at him, but she grabbed his clothes once they were off. Her eyes stared at the clothes as she brought them to the sink. And instantly she started to scrub his shirt with soap, trying to get as much as blood off. While she did this, she watched her hands starting to turn red. Though she didn't know if that was from the blood or the red dye in his shirt. Either way she was making progress, she needed to keep going.

"Ariel, there was a man this room. His name was Cale. He... He died yesterday..."

Ariel froze when she heard Miguel speak. She slowly looked behind her and finally looked at him in the eyes. His roommate had died. That was the only way he would've known that this Cale guy was here. Her heart sank a bit. This was because she had grew attached to Holly, they had became friends, so there was good chance Miguel and his roommate did as well. She looked at the sink and plugged it up. She then filled the sink with some water and left his shirt in there. Ariel then turned off the sink and walked to Miguel.

She kneeled next to the tub and grabbed his hand. "He was your roommate, wasn't he?" She asked. Ariel felt as if she was stating the obvious, but she didn't really know what else to say. Her hand gently gave his a squeeze before she looked at his hair. There was some blood in it. She sighed and grabbed a face cloth before wetting it. Once it was wet she started washing his hair, wanting to help him out a bit.

"You must've been right next to him.. I'm sorry." She whispered.

The man nodded on her question about Cale - as well as she did before - without a word a spoken. Yes, it was obvious to understand, that man who got killed was his roommate and Miguel - surprisingly for him - got attached to that poor guy really badly. The fair-haired knitted his eyebrows and slightly shook his head, trying to drive away the image of Cale's smashed and torn from the bullet face. Poor kid. Ar least his death was fast.

Miguel smiled with corners of his lips, feeling Ariel's hand squeezing his. She was really kind to him, she always was. He was such a dumbass, when he, filled with angrer, left her all alone that night. One night. One night changed his life forever. Miguel gave a sight and he closed his eyes. Flashes of past immediately flew through his mind. He saw Jane's face. A pair of deep blue kind and happy eyes were looking directly at him. However, in less than no time, they got filled with horror, weeping tears of blood. A very loud bang rang in his head. He gasped and opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he sucked in a deep breath. "I will probably see that scene from the "gaming" room in nightmares for the rest of my days!" he thought.

Meanwhile, Ariel kept taking care of him and started washing his hair. "Don't be, pigeon," he said back and gave her a sad, but still sincere smile, "You've already helped me so much." He turned his head, catching her hands and threading their fingers together. "Thank you," he resisted the urge to kiss her and just sqeezed both of her hands gently, looking into her emerald eyes and admiring her beauty. His "little friend" slightly moved under the water, almost causing him to blush. Well, it looked like that the desire to have sex almost dulled his common senses...

"And, no, I wasn't," Miguel said, getting back to a topic about Cale's death, "I didn't even see him picking that fucking gun up, because I was trying to wake up... Jane." He hesitated for a momant, if Ariel should know the truth about him and Jane. He decided to tell the truth, realizing how ridiculous it sounded and wondering if she would believe him. "Jane, she... well, she is a girl I've tried to hit on, but we... we ended up being good friends." If only Jane gave him a chance once, they could become "friends with benifits" in a twinkling!.. Alas, the moment has not occurred. "That day I was kidnapped was our friendaversary," Miguel smiled, finding the way Jane liked to call that day cute, "I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend..." Miguel got embarrased, because he didn't thought that he would tell stuff like that to his ex. Especially to Ariel. "Sorry. That truly wasn't important to mention," he apologised and smirked, "But, you know... Since our breakup I haven't dated anyone... I guess I could say I've lost my desire to do so..."

Ariel listened to Miguel as she continued to wash his hair of the blood. But the moment he spoke of a woman named Jane she started to wash his hair a little less. Not because she was jealous, but because she wanted to listen to this. When he stuttered and said Jane was a girl, she had the strongest urge to tell him no duh. But she kept that to herself, not knowing if it was a good time to joke right now. A small smile lurked onto her lips when he talked about he they became good friends. But she couldn't help it went it went away when he told her he was going to ask her out. And with a single swipe she got rid of the last blood speck in his hair. All he needed to do was wash it with shampoo.

She placed the facecloth into the water and soaked it, wanting the blood to get out of it. Only to look up at him when he told her that wasn't important to say. In a way she didn't really want to hear about his friend Jane. She wasn't really that interested, he could do whatever he wanted and she wouldn't lift a finger.

But then he spoke about their break up.. Okay, she was going to lift her finger and stop him there.

"After our breakup," Ariel said, stopping him from talking, "I haven't as much as even looked at a guy. I haven't been in a relationship as well. After you I made sure never to date again. Especially when it seems that I can't trust anyone with my heart ever again." She said before she dropped the face cloth and got up to get away from him.

"You can tell me all you want how you've lost the desire to date.. But let's think about who really got hurt here. You cheated on me because you thought I was cheating on you with my friend." Ariel said before she turned around, she was ready to let him have it. "When really all we were doing was hanging out and trying to get more chemistry for the director. If we hadn't done that, we'd be kicked from the show! But you didn't think about that, did you? You thought I was as bad as you to where I would cheat on you!" Ariel said her voice raising.

"Why would I cheat on someone who I gave my virginity to? I told you how much that meant to me and you ripped my heart in two! And then you left! You may have had it hard Miguel, but you can't believe what you've done to me.." She said before she felt tears threatening to start. But with a quick motion she wiped her face before any tears showed and then she took a deep breath,

"I refuse to cry over you.." She said a bit harshly before she walked back to his clothes. She was now silent and trying to scrub the rest of the blood from his clothes. There were some stains already but as long as she could get some of the stains out, that was fine.

Those unexpected mood-changes were always a possibility, no matter what topic he and Ariel were talking about. However, Miguel was not ready for such an attack and all he could do, while Ariel keept talking and washing his hair, was to sit straight in that bathtub and lett her finish her speech. His shattered heart broke in pieces, when he saw that she was about to burst into tears. Every time he saw a woman crying, he didn't know what to do and what he did wrong. However, in this case he knew what he did. He was such an idiot.

Rinsing his body with water only and not touching the shampoo Miguel quickly finished his bathing and washing his hair. He heard as Ariel said, that she refused to cry over him and he looked away from her, still confused and embarassed. Yes, he knew it was his fault. He apologised like a dozen times. He knew that what he did was unforgiven, even if he was drunk and he didn't do that on purpose. All he wanted to do was to chill out in the nearest pub or club, but that girl was so insistent, that he succumbed to her charms and spend a night with her. Damn, he didn't even remeber that brunettes name!

He stretched out his hand and took a towel to wrap around his waist and to hide his still half-ready, slightly grown groin. He got out of the bathroom and stood behind Ariel, afraid to touch her, because he didn't know how she would react. It was always a surprise! From the beginning, their relationship was always one of emotional extremes, it was like swings of love and hate. That was what drive Miguel crazy about Ariel. Emotions. "Little Pigeon," he almost whispered once, coming one step closer to her from behind. "You heart is so wild. It can't be broken," he took one more step and looked into the mirror, trying to catch her sight. "I wish I didn't put you through such a horrible nightmare," he put his hands on the edge of the sink, standing really close, almost touching. "Still it's better be me, making that mistake, than someone else, because I know what you come through, I came throught that too," he whispered near her ear tenderly. "Because I loved you." He kissed her on a cheek and took a few steps back. Now he was ready for another attack and she would be right to get angry and slap him. She could act whenever she wanted, he would respect her choice. That was his Ariel. His little pigeon.

Ariel continued to clean his shirt as he started to talk. She shivered at him calling her his nickname. She felt him getting closer to her which made her back tickle a little. She hated that feeling. It always felt like something was going to poke her in the back and she couldn't escape from it. And as he continued to get close to her, her green eyes finally caught his in the mirror to listen to him.

Her body tensed as he placed his hands on the sink. He was really close now and it made her a bit uncomfortable. She had no idea what he was doing and she was scared. Her hands gripped his clothes tightly before she winced when he whispered into her ear. Ariel was going to move away but he suddenly did something she thought would never happen..

The moment she felt his lips touch her cheek she remembered the last time he had did that. Then after that she remembered all the moments they had together. Moments that she wished she had forgotten. Her nails dug into his clothes. Which dug into the palm of her hand before she suddenly whisked around and slapped Miguel right across his face. "Don't!"

Ariel yelled as she looked at him, glaring at him. Her beautiful green eyes that were usually bright were now looking at him with darkness. "Don't you dare kiss me!! Don't you dare kiss me with the lips I loved so much! Just don't!" Ariel said before she turned around and stopped the running water and drained his clothes from the water. Once they had most of the water out of them, she laid them on the counter and kept them there. She then bent over and grabbed Miguel's boxers that had fallen when she carried his shirt and pants.

Without warning she threw them in his face before walking past him. "Put those on, cause I might hurt him." Ariel said, referring to his groin as if it was a person. She exited the room and walked to the couch as she sat down. She then placed her elbows on her knees and hid her face in her hands. Fighting the urge to cry.

"No more tears, no more crying.. You promised Eric and yourself. He isn't worth it.." She whispered to herself.