This is my first fanfic. I hated how no on did John & Pierce story so I decided to give it a try! This is my first story, sooo yeah. I tried my best. Read on!

*All in Pierce's Point of View*

I didn't want to be stuck here. It wasn't because of John. I like him I really do. I actually could be happy here, and that possibility scares me. Why should I be happy, while those who care about me are nothing but? I was letting all my worries, absorb on Johns navy blue v-neck. The worries were still going to be there, but crying and letting John take them away even if its just for this little time. The more I cry, the more my eyelids become heavier, and I know that in the next few seconds I'd be pulled under in into unconsciousness. So I take my head of Johns shoulder and kiss his cheek. Hopefully he'll understand that I do like him, and me escaping or attempting has nothing to do with him.

* I'm drowning. I come up for another breath of air, but only gain more water down my lungs. Everything becomes darker, and at the top of the pool. I see my dad holding my mom while they cry. Why won't they help me? Then something grabs my arm and hauls me up. I smile thankfully at the person. Grandma. She has a smirk on her face from ear to ear, and then whispers something I can't make out. Then pushs me back in. This time I don't see my mom or dad. No I just see a black pit of nothing.

I'm alive, I'm awake. Those two thoughts emerge in my head. But soon followed by, a question I don't really want to answer. What's real? I don't want to open my eyes. At this moment I hope that my mom is down stairs cooking a snack, that Alex is watching football in my living room. That I'm NOT in the underworld again, that my grandma isn't a furrie because if that's all true then that means the death of one of my new friends would be real. And that her death was my fault. Because John loves me.

I open my eyes, because I don't want to hold onto the falseness of all my hopes if there not true I rather deal with it then make my hopes higher then they already are. As my eyes become used to the dark I notice a boy. Not any boy the one and only John. Tucking my feet under one out of the two puffy blankets he must of placed on me. All my hopes come crashing down. I hold back a sob but John must of heard my fail attempt of hiding it. He rushs over to my side in a swift motion. He's face a few inches from mine at a comfortable distances. His eyes, and face aren't guarded. His eyes are full with concern when he asks " Pierce are you okay?" I nod and respond "Just a bad dream." He's eyes becomes hard as stone and flashes to apoglitic eyes soon after. "Want to talk about it?" I shake my head no " Maybe tomorrow, I'm tired." A half a lie I was tired but I wouldn't talk about it tomorrow because he'd blame himself more than he already did. I've gotten these dreams ever since the accident. Always the same. Me drowning. But what I learned yesterday, changed my dream to something far scarier . My grandma murdered me, well actually it would be attempt since I found away out of the underworld. I haven't got a decent sleep, for a long while. He nods, understandingly and I ask "How'd I get here?" He sighs preparing himself for a long explanation. "I brought you to the-" I cut him off "No how'd I get here?" I point down on the soft cushioning of the bed. Another sigh escapes his mouth, and another look of understanding washs over him "Oh, you fell asleep. I thought you'd get up in an hour. So I just let you sleep in my arms. But two hours past so I moved you here to be more comfortable." He says, in a mater fact tone. I blush while remembering that John was holding me while I cried. "Oh" I respond. "Are you comfortable?" He's face looks, like he's prepared for me to snap at him He thinks I wouldn't have these dreams if he didn't look my way when I was 7. I don't blame him. He probably blames himself enough for the two of us. Or that being down here makes everything uncomfortable. While I would never admit it but his bed is way more comfortable then mine. He brought me here to make me safe and all I have done was treat him horribly, with my robotic nods, and short answers. I nod, and ask "Where are you sleeping?" Confusion, sets on his face as he points to the leather couch, where he was holding me a few moments ago while responding "On the couch if you need me let me know okay?" I nod my head what am I a robot? He starts to turn away. So I reach out, and lay my hand on his arm. Instantly he is facing me again. "You could sleep, here. The couch can't be comfortable." I studder on my words. I didn't want him to be uncomfortable. But did I really want a boy in the same bed as me, who already said he loved me? As a look of pure happiness is set on his face, I made my decision but then the look quickly is washed away with doubt. "Are you sure? No don't worry I'm -" I cut him off. "Its okay will just sleep" he looks at me waiting for me to change my mind. Which I honeslty don't want to, I just need him to be here. Like when I used to have nightmares my mom would hold me. But she's not here and I need this. After a few moments he realizes that I'm not changing my mind and makes one swift movement to the other side of the queen bed, and under the blankets. I watch as he stares at the ceiling. He looks so vulnerable. He chuckles, this is the first time I've seen John laugh. It looks great on him. "What's so funny?" I ask. "Nothing." Yeah right. But I decide not to peruse this question anymore. So I ask "Are you comfortable?" He nods and asks "How about you?" I reply truthfully "No" he stiffens ready to get up so I say "This would be more comfortable." I move closer, and place my head on his chest. I look up at him, he has a mix of confusion and happiness on his face. He then realizes that I'm not moving so he wraps his arm around my waist. I then kiss him on the cheek and whisper "Goodnight John" He kiss the top of my head and responds "Goodnight love" I know I'm being selfish, because he loves me and I don't know what I really feel for him right now. I do have some feelings but I'm to confused and there's to much going on right now to sort them. But I need someone to hold me tonight and scare away the nightmares like my mother would do when I was young.