So...Slumber Party?

^Harper's P.O.V^

Staring after her, I watch as she disappears around the cornered corridor. What is she doing to me? Before she came all I cared about was my sister. My sister and me. Father? He's dead, long gone, he left me with my sorry excuse of a mother and an adorable little sister who was too innocent for her own good. I was furious when I had found that strange girl rifling through my freezer that day. I hated the fact that some stranger was able to manipulate my little sister into letting her in the house to help my jerk of a 'best friend'. But now that I look at her, like really look at her, I can see that my life isn't the worst life one could live. Heck, I have a little sister, a mother -even if she wasn't the best- and what used to be a best friend. This girl, this strange girl, who not even I understand has no one. Well... no one that I've seen anyway. It's always her that goes in and out of that house, I have never seen anyone enter or exit that damn front door (with an acception of those back stabbing friends of course). I feel for her, not pity, heaven knows that no one likes feeling pitied when they have a valid reason to be pitied, but something else entirely. I'm not sure what it is, I'm not sure where it came from but this feeling, this weird feeling has me running after her. Literally running after her.

I catch some of the glares that the hospital staff are throwing my way. I don't blame them, this is a hospital and not a playground, but I just couldn't pass up the chance that had been thrown in my face. I had rescued her dog. I had stuck by her when I could for the last three days. I had thrown a ten year friendship away with the one guy that I had thought actually got me, for her. Without her, I wouldn't of seen how Cory really was. Without her, I don't think I would ever ask a girl what I'm about to ask her...

I run up to her and hug her from behind, She lets out a slight scream "What the hell?!" She elbows me in the side and spins around to look at me. "Harper?! Oh god! Harper I'm so sorry!"

"It's not your fault" I sit down in the waiting room chairs. "I'm the one who practically jumped on you"

"No, no. I should've looked to see who it was before hitting them." She shakes her head- As if she was disappointed in herself- and sat down next to me. "let me see it." I shake my head at her and push away her hands gently.

"No, it's okay. Really, it doesn't even hurt....that much" She looks calm until I groaned those last two words. Once again she attacks my shirt with her hands.

"I'm not taking no for an answer!" She slowly lifts up my shirt and checks out my side. There is a nasty red mark that spreads across the skin that covers the rib cage. Ouch.

She cringes, "Ouch, that's going to bruise." I look at her in disbelief, there is no way that this going to bruise.

"It won't bruise." She sends me a look of confusion.

"What do you mean it won't bruise?"

"It's only red because you hit me. It's not going to bruise just from that."

She scoffs, "Trust me, it'll bruise. You need an ice pack." I watch her as she saunters up to the receptionist and asks for what I am assuming to be an ice pack. She looks back at me and catches me staring. Crap. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, like a kid who had just got caught stealing the last cookie from the cookie jar, like a- you probably get it.

She walks back over to me and stands in front of me with her arms crossed. "Is there something on my back?"

"U-uh" I clear my throat, "No, not at all" Oh god what is she doing to me...

"Good, now I know that there wasn't a slab of steak strapped to my back." She looks at me expectantly as I pass her a confused look.

"You were looking at me as if you were hungry, so I suggested steak" She rolls her eyes and mumbles "Boys".

Just as I was about to reply a nurse walks up to her. "You were asking for some ice?" Oh god her voice is like nails on a chalk board. Luna notices my pained expression and smirks. Oh no. What is she about to do?

She looks me in the eyes as she says, "Oh yeah, its for my friend over here" and gives me a sickly sweet smile. She didn't... The nurse takes one look at me and runs, taking my bag of ice with her.

"What the? What about my bag of ice?!"

Luna just looks at me with the same sickly sweet smile, "Wait for it... 3...2...1..." As soon as she said 'one' the same nurse from before was now standing in front of me. But this time, her leggings and blouse have changed to a dress- that wasn't part of the uniform at all- and a whole lot of makeup was plastered on her face.

"Aww, hello darling, where does it hurt?" Biting back a cringe, I hesitantly point to my side and watch her eyes light up. She goes to lift up my shirt but I grab her hand before it could even touch the piece of fabric.

"No, it's fine. I just want the ice bag but if you can't give it to me then I will be leaving." There is no way that I am going to let a lady -that looks well over twenty-five- strip me of my shirt in the middle of a waiting room. In fact there is no way that I am going to let a lady her age strip me of my shirt, regardless of where we are.

She scowls and tosses me a bag of water. Yes, She threw a bag of water at me. Where did this even come from? "Hey lady?-" I look up, only to find she had already left and instead, in her place was Luna.

Luna points to the bag in my hands, "I'm pretty sure we asked for ice... Hey, are you gonna drink that?" With a confused expression I shrug and give her the bag of water, hmm no, that's too long to say....How about water baggie? Lets go with that.

"Hey, uh L-luna?"Oh no. I stuttered, not looking good Harper! She hums at me, urging me to go on. "I was wondering if uh, you wanted to come over and hang out with Brooke? I mean, you don't have to it's just she's been asking about you a lot." She freezes, one of her hands are pinching the top of the water baggie while the other is pinching the bottom, her arms are holding it over her face as she tilts her head back.

"Why would she be asking about me? I've only talked to her that one time" Oh crap, now how do I explain this to her without weirding her out?

"Uh well, Brooke is kind of like my personal therapist...." She looks at me for a second to see if I am serious. Great, she's gonna laugh.

Well, that's what I thought she would do anyway, before I could go and hide in a dark corner she decides to give me a reply. Nodding her head she says with all seriousness, "Then book me an appointment with her for this weekend." And with that she is up and out of here.

Wait, did she say this weekend? It's already Friday!

So... Slumber party?