Well, now that I have an idea of what I am doing with this story, I am once again drawn to it. I plan on being busy much of the summer but this week I have a bunch of family things I have to do. But most of them are at night so I have time during the day to write. So here's another chapter and hopefully I'll have time in a few weeks to update.

Note: For some reason this story has somehow turned into a full-fledged Ty POV story. So sorry if anyone wanted Amy's POV, I will do it sometimes, maybe even in this chapter, but I've taken a liking to Ty's in this story. Therefore it will be mainly Ty's POV.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 8

Next Day- Tuesday- September 25th

I drove up the drive that led to Heartland, admiring the rolling hills that were it's protectors. They rose gradually and fell in graceful arches, merging together to form an angry see of earth. They surrounded the farm as though it were their baby, nestled safely out of harms way. I took all this in as I tried to keep my thoughts away from the coming hours. The friendship I had forged with Amy was what I wanted, a mutual agreement. Though, for reasons still unknown even to myself, I felt wrong calling her my friend. I had been in love before, where my heart fluttered and my mind reeled. I didn't feel that way with Amy. With Amy the world was always perfectly clear, while utterly tangled, all at the same time. This confused me more than anything. I knew it wasn't love, but was it friendship? Like so many things in my life, we fell right in-between.

Most of the previous night had been consumed with thoughts of Amy. Her face seemed to float into every mental image I conjured. I was impossibly angry at the confusion I felt when thinking of her. She was so stubborn and head-strong, which annoyed me to a great extent. She somehow knew which nerves to pluck with me, winding me up tighter and tighter until I was bound to break. But even through all the annoyances I had grown fond of her, and this fondness clouded my thoughts and frazzled my brain.

I shook my head and tried to concentrate on the farmhouse looming in the distance. I pulled up alongside the house and parked, breathing deeply while turning off the car. The rental I had received right before I had left was a used Sentra, not my dream car, but I didn't mind as long as I had one. I climbed out and walked towards the barn, hell bent on getting straight to work, my ipod safely in my pocket.

Amy apparently wasn't home yet and I was immensely happy at that fact. I dove right into mucking out the stalls and tried to lose myself in the music filtering into my ears.

An hour later I walked to the tack room to grab a grooming kit, planning on grooming the new arrival, Something To Remember. Remy had come to Heartland the week I started work. She was the classic case of fear. She feared anything that had to do with jumps. A pole lying on the ground made her shy. A piece of wood made her rear. Even the fence around the paddocks had a slight effect on her.

I had immediately bonded with her, sensing the fear and beginning to get her to trust me. I was now afraid that my progress with her was ruined, what with being gone for a week. I walked into the tack room and grimaced. Apparently since Amy's accident no one had taken much care to that particular room. Bridles were flung about all over the tack chests. Saddles were mainly stacked neatly on their pegs, but some were on the chests, abandoned. Amy must not of had the strength or time, I thought.

I rearranged some of the supplies before finding the stack of grooming kits. I picked one up and walked over to the back barn, greeting the horses as I passed. Remy was in the last stall on the right and I smiled when she whinnied at me.

"Hey, girl." I crooned, caressing her softly. She nudged into my hand, searching. I chuckled and pulled out an alfalfa cube, laying my hand flat as she ate it. "How are you? Did you miss me?" I joked, opening the stall and slipping in. I began to groom her, losing myself in her soft mane. I finished grooming her and took to giving her a session of t-touch. I slowly massaged my fingers in slow, lazy, circles across her body. I was concentrating so hard on this task I didn't here the footsteps.

"Hey." I looked up. Amy stood right outside the stall door, her arms draped casually over the door, watching me. Her face had taken to being tight and closed up around me, it was a normal and expected sight.

"Hi." I greeted, preferring Remy over her at the moment. My fingers resumed their work.

"I, uh, had to stay after school today." I only nodded, not knowing what to say. I heard her sigh softly before seeing her bite her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye. "Well, I thought I should let you know, just incase you were wondering."

"Thanks, but I wasn't." I smiled quickly at her, turning away from her slightly surprised look.

"Oh. Okay." she turned from the stall door, but turned right back. "Look, Ty. I know we said we were going to be friends, but if this is how were going to act around each other than I'm not so sure we should even be that."

I looked at her blankly, "Act like what?"

"Like we can't even stand to talk to each other. Like being in the other's presence is torturous." she waved her hands wildly in front of her, accentuating her point. "It's just that if we plan on being friends than we really need to be friends. If we can't do that than I think we should just acknowledge that and work together, that's all."

I blinked, twice.

"Well?" she breathed, finally, after a few moments of silence.

"Well." I repeated. She looked aggravated. "What do you want me to say, Amy? Do you want to be friends?" this seemed to surprise her. She looked as if she had expected me to be the decider. My question threw her for a loop.

"I, well, I suppose." she spoke slowly as if I would interrupt and disagree.

"Well then, friends it is." I took to massaging Remy again, but Amy wasn't finished.

"So this means we're going to try and talk to each other, not just short comments?" I nodded, knowing I was already betraying that proposal. She sighed again, annoyed. "Fine." with that she finally left and walked away, leaving me more confused than ever.

A Month Later. October 26th- Amy's POV

It had been over a month since my accident, and yet I still felt injured. Not physically, no, mentally. All my cuts and bruises had faded and my headaches had long ago lessened into nothingness. I was now able to work the farm without being plagued by the ever inconvenient migraines. I could smile without flinching because my bruises were acting up. I could laugh without my head aching horribly. No, physically I was perfect. Mentally, not so good.

Ty and I had both agreed to be friends. Now I, the jealous one who somehow believed there had been something between us, was suffering. At the gas station I had felt something. No matter how wrong or unwanted that feeling was, I couldn't ignore it. Over the weeks, and especially when he apologized, I grew to like him more. I tried to stifle any feelings I had towards him, but alas, it was not so easy. My feelings, unfortunately, were slaughtered anyways when I found out Ty had slept with Ashley. My heart felt as if it were breaking while a fire burnt it to ashes. I had never felt such pain, and that in itself angered me. When my accident ensued I felt such hatred towards Ty. It was his fault for everything. If he hadn't slept with Ashley I wouldn't have pulled out of his arms that day. I wouldn't have fled on Sundance. I wouldn't have fallen, in more ways then one.

As I fell from Sunny that day I couldn't help but imagine a falling angel. The angel was bathed in a brilliant light that made her features even more beautiful. Her hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders, like a shimmering waterfall, plunging into eternity. Her eyes were chocolate brown, warm as a fire burning within. She wore a long white dress, so beautifully surrounding her petite figure. This angel didn't have a halo, but the light surrounding her made you forget the image of a mythical angel. No, the halo was not missed. She was gorgeous, so gorgeous you felt as though you wanted to cry just looking at her kind face. Then, when you got past her beauty you saw her wings. They were white and fluffy, wings made to keep her aloft. But these wings had been broken. They hung limply at her side as she fell though the air, her kind beautiful face, suddenly revealed. What I hadn't noticed before was what blurred her beauty. This angel was crying. Her eyes watched me as I fell. She was falling herself, but you could see she was crying for my loss, not her own. Her face was twisted in such sadness that I felt as though I had betrayed her. I felt her pain as she watched me collide with the earth, saw her wipe the tears away in sadness. And as the world had gone black around me, I saw her shed one more tear. That one tear somehow told me her story. She had lost a love, and was drawn to me for some reason. What I didn't know, to this day, was what had connected us.

I didn't know why I saw that angel, or what her purpose was. Was this my mind playing tricks on me? Was I trying to figure something out I needed to know? Or was it trying to tell me something I was unwilling to accept?

Then, every time I thought of the accident, I pictured that falling angel, and wanted to cry. Not for her loss, but my own. I had yet to figure out what my loss had been.

I was now on my way to Jake's, mulling over the past month. Ty and I had become civil towards each other, speaking easily and laughing together. He seemed totally at ease with our new friendship, while I was only putting on a front. I was more comfortable than I had been before with this friendship, but I still had a lingering pain whenever he came to mind. I shook my head of this thought, not wanting to think about what that pain meant, and parked in Jake's driveway.

"Hey, hun!" Jake called as I pulled up. He was sitting on the front porch of his huge house, papers spread out in front of him on a table. The rocker he sat in banged against the house as he stood up to greet me. I smiled at him as I stepped out of my car.

"Hey, babe." I spoke my usual greeting. "How are the plans coming along?" I asked as I sat in the rocker right next to his.

"Horribly. I seem to have lost my touch." Jake sighed. In six days Jake was throwing his annual Halloween Par-tay. Like all his parties, this one was well known. He had called me earlier that day, pleading insanity. He had moaned and groaned that he had lost his touch and needed me to come immediately to help him plan the rest of the party.

"I doubt that, Jake. You've been planning these parties since our freshman year. Your touch is completely permanent." I looked down at the papers on the table. They were lists: Drinks (Beer), Food, Fire, Music, Costumes, Money, Decorations. "See, you look like you have a good system going." He looked at me and sighed.

"Amy, I may have a good system, but I am dying. My parents actually limited the amount of money I'm allowed to have." He threw his hands in the air in disbelief. "I've never had a limit before!" I was in total shock over this. Jake's parents were very nice people...who were never home. They had more than enough money and had no problem dishing it out for Jake. They knew about his parties but didn't know about the beer. For a lawyer and doctor, they sure weren't too smart. Or maybe they trusted their son, but for with good reasons.

"Why?" I asked, trying not to sound too surprised, lest he freak out.

He sighed and looked at me, "The last party some guys got in a fight near the end of it and they broke a bunch of pots from Europe or something." he rolled his eyes. "Apparently they were really valuable and expensive. So, as my punishment, I have a limit."

"Oh, well, I guess that explains why you think you've lost your touch." I patted his arm as he dropped his head into his hands. "It ok. We'll figure it out. How much did they give you?" He pushed a piece of paper towards me and I picked it up. The amount of money written there made me gasp. If I threw a party it wouldn't cost 1/4 of what he was given.

"Jake, this is more than enough."

He looked at me like I'd gone crazy. "Amy, that is so much less than what I normally have, and I always spend it all."

"Look, Jake. I know that your used to more but your talking to the queen of money here. I know how to manage it, believe me. Lou and I aren't too different." he smiled at me and took hold of my hand gently.

"Thanks Amy. What would I do without you?" he smiled at me in a way I knew was more than thankfulness.

"Run around like you had no head?" I stated, trying to lighten the mood. I was getting squirmy under his gaze. He was looking at me so intently.

"No, seriously. I mean you've always been there for me and I've never gotten to thank you for that."

I sighed, really wanting him to stop being so...odd. "You don't need to thank me for anything, Jake."

He shook his head and squeezed my hand, leaning closer to me. "No, Amy. Thank you." Then, before I knew what was happening he leaned forward and kissed me. I was surprised to say the least. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and I leaned forward to kiss him back. I knew I didn't feel for Jake as more than a friend, but the feel of someone's lips against mine just intoxicated me and I wanted more. I felt safe and secure and never wanted to stop. Then his tongue ran across my bottom lip and I opened for him. But as our tongues met I realized what I was doing and pulled away, gasping. We sat there, breathing hard, staring at each other.

"Jake." I whispered, resisting the urge to touch my fingers to my lips. He looked at me and lifted a hand to caress my cheek.

"Amy." I didn't feel this way for Jake, I couldn't lead him on. But as he leaned forward to kiss me again I felt myself meeting him halfway, instantly opening for him. The kiss became long and heated, our bodies pressed up together as we desperately tried to get closer to each other. Finally, when the need for air was too strong, we pulled back.

Jake smiled lazily as he drew circles on the back of my neck, "I've wanted to do that for so long."

I dropped my eyes as he smiled so lovingly down at me. "Jake, what just happened?" I felt his fingers stop their circling and move to cup my chin, pulling me up to look at him.

"This." he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine lightly. I sighed and leaned into him. He made to deepen the kiss when I pulled back.

"Jake, I can't." I pulled out of his arms and stood up. He followed suit and grabbed my arm.

"Why not?" I looked at him and thought about that. We had been friends since we were little kids, close as can be. Lately we had grown close again, but as friends. When he kissed me I felt like I never wanted to stop. But was that me liking Jake, or me just wanting someone to notice me?

"We've been friends for so long, I don't want to ruin that." he smiled and let go of my arm, moving closer.

"We won't Amy. If things don't work out then we'll stay friends, I promise."

"Look, Jake. I'm just not sure if I feel that way for you, just please," I pleaded to him with my eyes, "Let me think about it?" he nodded solemnly and leaned down for one more brief kiss, before turning away and walking into the house.

I stood, still shocked at what had happened, before finally I let myself lift my fingers to move along my mouth. I bit my bottom lip as I prayed to God Jake wouldn't be mad when I turned him down. Which I knew I would. It wasn't right when you kissed one guy while imagining it was another. And all the while I had deepened the kiss, I had imagined it was Ty kissing me back.

Welllll? The next chapter is either the day's before the party or a few of the days AND the party. Review:)