And then, it happened.

My eyes witnessed the tower falling, no, crumbling to the ground in a tumble over fashion. The debris was quickly covering everything like a blanket, expanding into our direction.

Oh boy. What a nice time for a dirt shower. Right after you take a shower to get yourself fucking sparkling clean!

My sarcasm quickly fades as Justin pulls him to me and wraps his arms around me, I guess protecting my arm. My back is facing the upcoming wave and I feel it beat upon me with the fury and the hate that the terrorists must have had when they smashed our jetliners into a building.

They can just go fuck themselves. Oh wait! They're dead!

I feel a tear run down my face and it isn't my own. I look up to see Justin lightly crying, the tears making a visible trail down his debris-covered face. He tells me, "Put your head back down," and I listen.

See, this is what confuses me.

One minute he can be a complete bitch to me, and the next, he can be a completely sweet, kind-hearted gentleman who actually cares about me, regardless of the things I've done to him.

Why can't he just tell me he loves me or he hates me?

The wave ceased and my back side was completely covered in light brown/white debris. Justin is coughing a lot and when I lift my head up, I realized it is quite difficult to breathe because of the thick cloud of dirt around us.

I felt comfortable in his arms. Like I belonged with him.

"Let's get out of the street," Justin told me and we ran to the sidewalk, which had a light coat of the same debris on it. A firefighter brought us white masks to put over our mouths so we could breath right.

Now I can feel free to still survive.

Completely oblivious to everyone around us, Justin and I tried to find shelter, anywhere we could get it. We ended up retreating into a blood drive/Red Cross mini-hospital, where injured persons were already filing in behind us.

No one even notices who we are. Thank you God.

Someone immediately comes to our healthcare aid, a young blonde nurse named Ellen, and started to escort me to a table. Another nurse took Justin to a table across from me and started to tend to his wounds.

They only tended to our tiny head wounds first.

Ellen told me that I had to get a shower to clear my body of the thick debris that had caked on my wound before she could even tend to it.

Justin had already disappeared somewhere else.

I pull my hair slowly out of the ponytail it was in, feeling the dirt that had soaked into my still wet hair and walk towards the shower. I knocked on the glass door and started to peek in the shower, thinking no one was in it.

Shit, Justin!

Justin turned around suddenly, staring at me like I shouldn't be shocked. Actually, I shouldn't. I mean, he is fully clothed.

If he were naked, I would've died.

"You can come in here with your clothes on. At least that's what the nurse told me," he said running his hands through his flattened curls, splashing some water on me after he flicked his fingers in my direction, "Even though it's really hard to get clean with your clothes on."

Well duh!

"I know, dick," I replied harshly, "So can I come in or not?" I asked, trying to cover up the fact that I was nervous as hell. He nodded simply in response and I walked in, Justin stepping aside so I could feel the warm water run down my face.

Ah, this feels so good...

"No offense, Jade, but I've got to get these clothes off if I ever want to get clean," he started to take off his shirt, the water from the other shower on the other side running down his muscular chest.

He stripped down...into nothing but his boxers.

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