A/N: Thank you for the reviews again. I am enjoying writing this story, I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much.

It's the ending of the day; Alice and I are getting ready for bed. Dinner was pretty good I ate very little though. I'm still nervous about this place, so I couldn't stomach much. Afterwards we went to group therapy, and it was as lame as I expected it to be. Embarrassingly Nurse Terry made me speak in front of everyone about my history. She asked me why I think I'm here, and that had to be the hardest question I've ever had to answer. I didn't even know the answer. I just told her it was because my mom wanted to abandon me, and my dad didn't even want to take care of me either. I remember Alice looking straight at me, sympathy pouring from her.

"Hey Bella, lights are off in about five minutes, you should go brush your teeth while you still can." I glance at her, and I feel myself stop breathing. She's wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top that ends a little too short, revealing a bit of her stomach. My heart starts racing.

"Thank you, Alice," I say with the last bit of breath. I run out quickly to the bathroom.

I'm embarrassed at myself for finding her so attractive. I don't want her to know. I mean she's my roommate, imagine how awkward that would be? Having to sleep with someone who wants to date you in the same room. If it were me, I'd be worried about them trying to kiss me while I was sleeping. See if I think that, then she must surely as well, even though I'd never do that. I begin brushing my teeth, trying to not concentrate on Alice. The more I think about her, the more I like her.

The door swings open and startles me. I clutch onto the sink, waiting for the person to enter. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought everyone was done in here. I'll wait outside!" It's Max. The creepy janitor. I just nod at him.

I don't like him, and I definitely don't like that Alice hangs out with him. There's something off about him. He's too pale. He's too handsome. I laugh silently at my thoughts; I'm just being judgmental. If Alice likes him, he can't be all that bad. I rinse my mouth, and exit the bathroom.

"Oh it's you Bella," Max smiles, recognition flooding over his face. "Is anyone else in there?"

I shake my head, and head back to my room. Just because Alice likes him, doesn't mean I have to be nice and polite.

Alice is already lying in bed. How can she be ready to fall asleep when it's only ten o'clock? She fidgets a little, and then sits up. "You know, I haven't had a roommate for three months. It feels nice to have someone again," she clasps her hands together.

"I never shared my room with anyone. I've always been an only child. It's different sharing with someone else. Normally I think I would be bothered, but you're so easy to get along with," I tell her the truth.

I suddenly get the urge to ask her why Max is so strange. I hold it back though; I don't want to offend her on my first day here. "What do you want to ask me?"

I stare at her baffled. What?

"Sorry, it just looked like you were debating on asking me something. I'm very intuitive."

"I can't say," I whisper, and sit on my bed.

"Maybe when the time is right, then," she says understandingly.

"Sure," I respond unsure. I don't know if I could ever tell her. She seems so close to him, I don't want to hurt her.

There's a light knock at the door, and it swings open with the night nurse, Nurse Kelly. "Lights out girls," she says cheerfully, and flicks the switch for us.

After she leaves, I realize I haven't changed into my pajamas yet. I'll have to do that in the dark now. I walk towards my dresser, but trip on the edge of my bed. A loud thud practically echoes in the room.

"Bella, are you alright?" Alice asks urgently. She searches the room for me in the dark.

I landed on my knees, and considering this is hard tile below us, I'll probably have bruises. "Fine," I grunt out. The pain is still searing in my knees, and I wait a few seconds before I attempt to get up.

"Let me help you," she grabs my hands, and pulls me up. She's pretty strong for a little chick.

"I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy," I mutter out, if the light were on, she'd be able to see my cheeks with a bright red hue.

"Don't apologize," she laughs angelically, "and yeah, you're a little clumsy." I can sense she's smirking right now.

"Hey," I reply defensively.

"I'm just kidding, Bella. I'll let you get changed in peace now." She walks back to her bed.

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I'm walking with Alice to return our trays from breakfast. We just finished. I'm glued to Alice, I feel too awkward to try and make my own friends. And I have a little crush on her. "You have therapy with Dr. Kovalsky at noon. My therapy session is at the same time, just with a different doctor, so until then we have some free time." Alice is so informative.

"Did you want to go to the art room?" I remember her suggesting we do something together yesterday. Since I love art so much as well, it just seems perfect.

"Yeah, sure," she always seems so happy around me.

We walk towards the art and music room. Along the way, I notice a janitor sweeping, and I feel my entire body tense up. I don't want to stop and talk to Max again. I observe he has brown hair. It's not Max. Alice walks past this janitor, so she's not friends with all of the janitors. Why would I make that assumption? Maybe because I know nothing about her. I want to learn more about her. I want to know everything. If only I wasn't so shy.

"What do you want to make?" Alice is bouncing up and down in excitement. I laugh giddily for the first time since I've been here. She's so cute.

"Uhm," I think, "let's see when we get there." My thoughts go back to Max. I remember his smile and how strange it looked. I decide to finally ask Alice about him, without being too forward on how creepy he is. "How do you know Max?" as soon as I say it, I realize that it was a stupid question.

I see a flicker of pain cross over her eyes. "He works here, silly," she laughs bubbly.

I become too embarrassed to ask her anything else. In the art room, there's one other patient here, but he keeps to himself working on a painting. "Let's paint something together," I decide.

"Yeah!" she replies enthusiastically. Alice runs around the room grabbing the materials we'd need. I try to memorize where she got everything from, so I can come back on my own. "What do you want to paint?"

"Uh, anything, Let's make it abstract."

I take the paintbrush she held out for me. I pour out a little bit of each of the acrylic paints onto a palette. I carefully dab it into the red one and mix it with orange. Suddenly I feel wetness on my cheek. I whip my head around and see Alice holding a paintbrush with blue on it. After touching my face, I see blue on my fingertips. Alice bursts out laughing.

"Hey," I try to be mad, but I can't. She's too adorable, so I just laugh with her. I move my paintbrush and quickly get a part of her arm. She wipes her arm against the cheap imitation canvas.

I drag my fingertips across the canvas as well. This would be a different kind of abstract painting.

We continue with this back and forth painting on each other, then rubbing the rest onto the canvas. The outcome of the painting is amazing. "Wow, it looks great," I state happily. I look at Alice, and can't help but laugh. She's covered in paint all over her body, as I'm sure I look like as well.

"No laughing," she says, but gives up and laughs with me.

"We're going to have to shower before our therapy, huh?"

She glances at the clock, "Actually, we have no time. It's eleven-fifty now! Hold on, I'll get Nurse Terry to take you to Dr. Kovalsky's office, because I have my own therapy session to go to." Alice rushes outside searching frantically for the nurse.

I pick up the canvas to take with me. I feel like someone might steal it, and I would like to keep it for memories. Nurse Terry waves for me to come to her, and I oblige. Alice already disappeared. A wave of sadness comes over me, she didn't even say goodbye. She just left.