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As Fay stood up she discovered she was in normal clothes again. They were pajama clothes, none that she recognized but they fit her so she just shrugged and walked on. She found that she felt very good physically. She had no pain or numbness or anything. The only thing that truly bothered her was her memory, which seemed scattered and distant. However the thought of seeing the true Colt again pushed it all out of her mind.
Fay followed Beck out of her infirmary room. Instead of going
to the right, towards the elevators, he went left and headed in the other direction of the hallway. It looked exactly the same as the right except at the end it turned to the left. Halfway down it Beck stopped and slowly opened a white door. Inside Colt sat sitting up, reading a magazine and sipping Hot Chocolate.
“Hey Beck! Hi Fay!” Colt said smiling. “Have you come to visit me Fay? Why are you in your pajamas?”
“Too many questions Colt, you might overload her.” Beck said smiling. Fay gave him an appalled look, then laughed and looked at Colt and smiled.
“Have you two met before?” Fay asked, knowing they have but wondering what happened to the animosity between them.
“We bonded while you were out cold.” Colt replied, looking at Beck. Beck nodded approvingly but cringed at the word Cold. Both he and Fay knew what it referred to, but couldn’t say it.
“So how have you been?” she asked, sitting down at the end of Colt’s bed. She looked at his golden blond hair, his handsome face, and big blue eyes. She remembered kissing him, and how magical it felt. She remembered hugging him, pressing her own body to his smooth muscles. She tried not to cry as he answered.
“Not good, I can’t remember anything past the Sharp Sugar concert. You know when we were dancing? Nothing it just completely blacked out. I feel like my body and soul went through a washing machine with a few kinks in it, but spit us out as good as new. Does that make any sense?” Colt asked. Fay thought for a moment, trying to think of something the old Fay would say.
“No, but I’ll just smile and nod.” Fay replied. Colt laughed.
“Shut up!” Colt said, whacking her with the pillow next to him. She laughed and went for another pillow on the other bed. They ended up in a full out pillow war, Colt had a complete disadvantage because he was sitting down, however when Beck got in the action they both were history. Once the fighting was over, and Fay was done rolling around on the floor in laughter, she stood and walked back over to the bed, and sat down, exhausted. That was the Colt she remembered.
“I so beat both of your butts.” Colt said laughing. Beck started to protest while Fay stayed quite. The one thing that was nagging at the back of her mind was the fact that the real Colt may still have feelings for her. If there was any chance for the two of them to be together at all she wanted to know it. There might be some hope for the two of them yet.
“Do you like me Colt?” Fay piped up over they’re shouting. The one thing Fay found the weirdest was how Beck and Colt were getting along so well now. Before it was as if they animosity was there before they had even met but now, it vanished. There was a long moment of silence, where Beck started to head for the door.
“Course I like you Fay!” Colt said smiling. “You’re my BGFFGCEH!”
“What’s that mean?” Beck asked.
“Bestest girl for a friend a guy could ever have!” Colt replied. Beck just stood stone faced then his mouth just turned into a smile.
“B.U.R.N.,” Beck mouthed over Fay’s shoulder which sent Colt into fits of silent laughter. He hid it in his still armed pillow.
“But you don’t like me more than normal, do you?” Fay asked. Colt sighed, the same way as Beck did, and looked at Fay. She remembered how lost she’d get in those big blue eyes and how at the last moment she would get confused over Beck. It was agonizing to her.
“Look Fay, your great . . .awesome . . .totally insanely awesome, but we’re only going to be friends. I’m sorry if you feel differently . . .” Colt said, but Fay cut him off, trying not to give him the wrong idea.
“No! No! It’s just that I’ve kind of got feelings for this guy . . .I don’t know if they’re real yet, but was just being sure I had your approval.” Fay replied.
“Oh.” Colt said, heaving a sigh of relief. “Well as long as it’s not me, I don’t care who you go out with! Who is he?” As he asked this question he looked over at Beck who was standing stone still by the door. He gave Beck a look and Beck couldn’t help but smile while giving Colt murderous looking eyes. This also made Colt double over in laughter.
“Nobody . . .” Fay replied in a sing-songy voice, while glancing slightly over her shoulder to Beck. Then turned back, she spoke again.
“Besides, I thought you said you didn’t care?”