How to Rock a Secret

Disclaimer: if I owned this series Zandie would have already happened.

Authors Notice: The story is not over yet…

Stevie's POV

I woke up in a hospital bed, it seems like I keep waking up in strange places lately. My head hurt as I tried to focus my eyes on the room. I saw a dark head of soft hair laying by my feet, Zander. I smiled and ran a finger through my hair to find most of it cut. I leaned towards Zander pulling a mirror out of his pocket, and started examining myself , my hair was a darker shade of brown, and it laid in soft curls that were even with my cheeks. I had a cut in middle of my scalp that was not deep as it was wide about three inches. Other than a few scratches and a large yellow-greenish bruise on my leg I was fine, I looked at Zander. He had definitely stayed all night, that was just the kind of person he was . There were bags under his eyes and twigs in his hair his shirt was torn and he looked like he had just survived Armageddon. I glanced outside at the peaceful calm that awaited, I guess in a way that he had. I lifted myself out of bed taking slow unsteady steps towards his chair when Zander's eyes suddenly opened wide locking with mine. He smiled and stood up so fast he bumped into me knocking me off my balance, luckily he caught me at the last moment and pulled me into a hug. He squeezed and I inhaled a little bit of the smell of burnt chestnuts and oak that always seemed to accompany him.

"Zander, I can't breathe." I teased as he pulled away leaving an awkward silence. He smiled and looked at me, examining me in his mind with each second. Once he satisfied I was ok he sat back down holding my hand.

" They cut of your hair," he said simply playing with a short strand of my dark hair. I tugged it away embarrassed and sat on the bed patting the spot next to me, as he sat down I took the opportunity to look him in the face. I felt really weird knowing that I was still alive after all I had done to protect Zander yet somehow we both survived , how about that.

"It suits you." he said a smile tugging at his lips.

"So what exactly happened?" I asked running a hand through his curls.

"Well you remember the cabin that flew over us, a large board fell from it and when you tried to warn me I couldn't hear you so you decided to push me out of the way and you took a really bad hit in the head, you were knocked unconscious. It was really stupid thing of you to do." he added with a stern expression.

"Stupid?" I said annoyed by his lack of affection. When I had imagined this moment there were kisses, stunning acts of devotion, and maybe a cliché kiss in the moonlight or the hospital light I thought. And I had definitely not imagined getting a talking to like I was three freaking years old.

"I saved your life and you call that stupid. I think It was one of the smartest things I'd ever done and you doubt that?" I asked hurt he looked at me emotion in his eyes, he quietly closed the door.

"Stevie, look I don't think you realize what you mean to me. If I had died it would have been all the better because I love you, if you ahd died for me you'd be gone just like that." he sighed putting his face in his hands.

"Listen I know you don't feel the way I do , and that's okay but if you had died what would left for me?"

I glared at him hitting him with my pillow.

"Oh oh Stevie stop that hurts!" he complained

"Dude, did you not hear me or something. I said I love you and that hasn't changed in the five minutes I've been awake. I know you can be really oblivious sometimes, ok most of the time. But how did you not realize that I maybe just maybe cared for you too?" I yelled.

" Why else would I help you write your stupid love songs after band practice even though the idea of you with another woman killed me inside? Why would I let you play with my hair or hug me and be a complete sap, and talk to me about anything and everything you could think of without a single complaint? Why on Earth would I let my walls down and let you, yet another person into my life, if I wasn't deeply in love with you? And lastly why would I put up with all of your crap if I didn't love it?" I stopped panting loudly.

"You love me, are you sure?" he slowly processed the words.

"Yeah I'm sure it's love Zander, and I would have done what I did today again a million times because I love you, I cut my hair for you!" I said giggling.

" You know you look really nice in that hospital gown Ms. Baskara."

I blushed, " your just saying that cause you can see my but." I teased turning a soft pink.

" The bruise on your cheek glistens in the moonlight." he said laughing as if he could read my mind.

"Shut up!" I growled pulling him in for a kiss.

A/N: Ok its finally over the end , I know the ending was a bit rushed but this story needed to end tonight. Thanks for reading.J