"Hm..I don't know," I replied softly.

"How about I play you an acoustic song?"

"Alright."

"I learned it the other day, so don't laugh if it sounds bad."

"Mm.." I said, laying my head on my knees. I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes and watched him. His head was bent over, fingering the first chord.

"Alright," he sighed, looking up at me. He smiled softly and strummed the chord. He cleared his throat and sang, "All through the night I'll be standing over you. All through the night I'll be watching over you and through bad dreams, baby, telling you everything is all right and when you cry, I'll be right there telling you that you were never anything less than beautiful. So don't you worry, I'm your angel standing by.." I wiped a tear off my cheek when he was done. "Did you like it?"

"Yes," I whispered. "I liked it."

"It's Jewel." He shrugged. "I thought it was a neat song."

"It is."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Play me something else?" I asked softly.

"Sure. What should I play?"

"Anything is fine."

"Pearl Jam?"

"Whatever.."

"Backstreet Boys?"

"Whatever."

"Marilyn Manson?"

"No!" I widened my eyes and glared at him.

"Just kidding," he said with a chuckle.

"Just play something."

"Fine, fine.." He brushed some hair out of his face and sighed. "Hm..I only know the melody line to this one."

"Fine.."

"Look, if you don't want me to play, just say so."

"I never said that."

"You implied it."

"I didn't imply anything!" I said defensively. "You're crazy."

"Glad to know one of us is."

"And it's obviously you!"

"May be," he commented with a grin.

"Just play."

"I've got nothing else great to play. I've already played the songs I know the best for you."

"Then don't play."

"Then I won't."

"Fine then."

"Fine.." I sighed and turned my head away. "You can't hide there forever."

"Excuse me?" I asked, turning back to look at him.

"You can't hide your face underneath your hair forever."

"I can, too."

"What if someone cuts your hair in your sleep?"

"I have a lock on my door."

"What if they cut it while you're sleeping elsewhere than your room?"

"Don't make up things."

"I'm not! I'm just sayin'.."

"Of course.."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"It meant something.."

"Maybe to you."

"You can get up and leave if you want to, you know.."

"What if I don't want to.." I replied defiantly.

"Then don't."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Because this is my house!"

"So?" I looked up at him and he chuckled.

"You're at a loss for words, aren't you?"

"No.."

"Yes you are. Admit it."

"Fine," I sighed. "I'm at a loss for words."

"Then don't speak."

"I won't."

"You just did." I blinked and glared at him. "Yikes, meow. Did I strike a nerve?" I sighed and stood. I shook my head and went inside the house. The screen door banged behind me. It opened again as I began walking up the stairs. "Wait..hang on!" I heard him clamber after me. "Jesus, why won't you stop?!" I stopped and turned around to look at him. He panted, trying to catch his breath, as he looked up at me.

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"C'mon. Let's go back outside.." He held out a hand.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because if you don't trust me, then who will you trust?" I studied his face quietly. His blonde-streaked dark hair fell in his eyes. A strand went through the hoop earring that was located in his eyebrow. His icy blue eyes searched mine for an answer. A dark strand of hair rested on the tip of his ear. I smiled a bit.

"I will trust the man who can care for me as if I were a part of him, whether it be body, mind, or soul."

"Then will you trust me?" he asked. I nodded and took his hand. We went back outside to the porch and I sat back on the swing. I smiled over at the most trustworthy man I had ever met as he strummed his guitar in the twilight.