I choked on my sandwich and felt my face burn. "S-shut up!"
                          
	"And it was also cute how you were crying over me when you thought I was a dream," he continued, grinning evilly.
                          
	"Shut up!" I repeated, my face uncomfortable hot. "I felt like crap!"
                          
	"Okay," Hudson responded but I heard the word "excuses" muttered.
                          
	"Well I accept your apology," I responded, getting back to topic.
                          
	"I bought you a mirror too," Hudson told me. "It's back in my room. I'll bring it over later.
                          
	"Okay," I responded, nodding.
                          
	I heard a meow, and something landed on my shoulder.
                          
	"Ow, ow, ow!" I cried, dropping my sandwich and quickly grabbing Oliver from my shoulder. "Oli!"
                          
	The kitten meowed happily and licked my face. I snuggled him to my chest. "I was only gone one day but I missed you!"
                          
	Oliver meowed again and swatted at my face. I frowned and put him down. He trotted off my lap and down to the floor and all the way to Hudson. He climbed up Hudson's pant leg and settled down in Hudson's lap and meowed.
                          
	"I've been abandoned," I said with mock sadness. 
                          
	Hudson scratched Oli behind the ears and the kitten began to purr like a motorboat. I rolled my eyes. My kitten was such a suck up to other people. I watched the two of them play for a moment. Hudson kind of reminded me of a cat sometimes.
                          
	Hudson caught me staring and smirked. I blushed and looked away.
                          
	Now that I had realized my feelings for Hudson, whatever I did made me feel embarrassed. Just looking at him made my face bright red. I did not want Hudson finding out that I liked him. There was no way he liked me.
                          
	He had kissed me on the cheek. But that probably didn't mean anything. My grandma kissed me on the cheek and she wasn't in love with me. At least I hoped she wasn't...
                          
	I shook my head. No, she definitely wasn't. It was because I loved Hudson I was having these thoughts. I subconsciously glared at him, and when he looked at me he looked taken aback. That's when I realized I was glaring at him. I quickly fixed my facial expression.
                          
	"Listen," Hudson said, putting down Oli. "That was the only way I could stop it."
                          
	"Stop what?" I asked, confused.
                          
	Hudson mimicked my expression. "Weren't you glaring at me because I crashed my car into the cab?"
                          
	I shook my head. "No, I was just thinking and it happened subconsciously."
                          
	"Oh," Hudson responded.
                          
	"But what do you mean it was the only way? Why did you crash our cars together? That was dangerous for both of us! The outcome could have been much worse," I started, watching as Oli went to his food dish.
                          
	Hudson sighed. "It was either you crashing into the gas station and exploding which would mean indubitable death. Or me crashing into the cab, which would make you not explode and give you a chance to live, which you did."
                          
	"But it was dangerous for you," I responded with a frown.
                          
	"I'd rather take the chance of you living than you dying," Hudson explained.
                          
	"Even though we could have died in the car crash anyways?"
                          
	Hudson stretched back on the couch. "If only you had died, I'd feel as if it was my fault. So that's why I tried to stop your car with mine. Sure there was a chance that we would both die, but there was a chance we, you in particular, would live. I'd give my life any day for that chance."