<span style="font-style: italic">"Come on in," </span>Derek spoke as he swung the door open. The words were so much of a surprise to her that she stumbled through the door like a fool. Then again she was so tired that it hardly mattered. His words echoed in her head. How could he just welcome her in like that and not hold a grudge or glare at her. Or even think that it was OK to just act as if she didnâ€™t hurt him. That he wasnâ€™t angry about. This had her mind seeming to over work and she hardly heard his next words out of his mouth as her foot fell forward and she stumbled into his hallway like a blow up doll.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Please... I-... I think we need to talk..."</span>His words were so familiar that she almost wanted to scream in relief.<br/><br/>"Sorry." She muttered scraping her pant legs. Her arms and legs tried to and pull herself up-even using the couch in the process but still she could hardly stand up. She fell back down like a slinky. "Well umm could you help me up? I know we need to talkâ€¦actually I know there is a lot of stuff we need to talk aboutâ€¦.some of it will be my death wish..i guess." She muttered the words and tried to ignore the fact that the sensation of being home washed back over her.<br/><br/>The black velvet couch was another cold reminder to her, as well as the large flat screen that was above the fireplace. This place was all too familiar to her senses as well it smelled like sweet lilacs that made her heart just completely melt. The glass screen door showed the dazzling pool that was in his back yard. She was fighting with all her might from just passing out on him. Instead she tried standing up again but fell once again back onto the floor. It was useless. At last she made a last attempt to stand and finally was able to stand however moving would be a whole other game. She hoped with all her might that he didnâ€™t catch how sleepy she was.