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Marcie lay on Michael's bed at the Angel Square Hotel, snuggled in his arms.

"Sweetie, you never told me why you were in Angel Square all by yourself." Michael said.

"But I wasn't by myself! I was with-" Marcie said.

"I know, you said you were with Al. Wow that must have been some dream." Michael said.

"It was awful." Marcie said, putting her hand on her forehead.

"Really? I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say anything bad about Al." Michael said.

"Well, I had to choose between you both." Marcie said. "And I just couldn't do that. In the end, you both got hurt."

Michael grinned. "So who did you choose?"

Marcie looked away.

"Come on. I won't be mad. You chose Al, right?" Michael said. He sat up on the bed in order to listen more intently to her.

When Marcie didn't answer, he caressed her chin with his thumb. "I won't be mad, I swear."

Marcie sighed. "Well, actually I chose you." She said.

Michael was surprised. "Really? I bet that was a terrible decision to make. I know how much you loved Al Holden." He was deeply touched that she would choose him over Al, even though he knew that there was no choice to make.

"No, Michael. I thought Al was gone forever, and I had to move on with my life." Marcie said.

"Well I want to hear more about this dream." Michael said.

Marcie shook her head. "No. It's embarrassing."

"Come on." Michael said, taking her hand.

Marcie sighed, knowing how insane she must be sounding right now, talking about something that didn't really happen. "Okay, I was in Angel Square and I guess I fell asleep and when I woke up, I saw Al. I realized that I missed him so much and we went back to my dorm room and then you called. I told Al that I was in love with you and he got very upset and ran out and I followed him to Angel Square."

Michael started to smile, but it quickly faded when he saw tears in her eyes. He brushed the back his hand against her cheek. "It's okay. Go on. I want to hear more."

Marcie took a deep breath and continued. "When I got to Angel Square, I told him I only loved him and you showed up and you were really mad. I followed you to the rooftop and when I found you. Michael, you told me how hurt you were that I had been with Al.

You left me there alone..."

The tears she'd been holding in managed to make their way down her cheek.

Michael took her in his arms and held her. "Sweetie, no. I would never leave you. I love you."

"I love you too, Michael." Marcie said.

Michael leaned over and brought his lips to hers, kissing her gently with warmth that sent tingles down her spine. When they parted, he smiled at her.

"Baby, I don't ever want you to forget Al, okay? You two had something really special together and he'll always be a part of you. I just wish I could show you the kind of love that he did. He was extremely lucky to have you."

"Michael, I-" Marcie said before Michael pressed his lips to hers once more.

Finally their lips parted and he pressed his nose against hers, touching their foreheads as he smiled sweetly at her.

"Marcie, you never told me..." Michael said. "Why were you in Angel Square all by yourself? It's not safe to be there alone in the dark."

"Oh..." Marcie said, suddenly remembering the test she had managed to bomb.

"What is it?" Michael asked.

"You'll be ashamed of me." Marcie said.

"Sweetie, I could never be ashamed of you. Something's bothering you. What is it?" Michael asked.

Marcie sighed and pulled the test paper from her book. Unfolding it, she handed it to Michael.

"What's this?" he said, glancing at the paper.

"It's my chemistry test." Marcie said. "The one we studied for."

Michael saw the big "C" in red marker, glaring at him from the page. "Oh..." he said, suddenly realizing why Marcie had been so quiet.

"I told you that you'd be ashamed of me." Marcie said. She looked down at the carpet, staring at her shoes.

"No, Sweetie. It's fine." Michael said.

"It's a "C", Michael!" Marcie said.

"Yeah but it's no big deal." Michael said. "Everything will be fine, okay? Stressing out about it won't make it better. Trust me, I'm a doctor."

Marcie laughed. "You always make me feel so wonderful, Michael. Why do you do that?" She stood and picked up her book and shoved the test paper inside, laying the book on the dresser.

"Because we're soul mates and I love you." Michael said.

Marcie sighed, thinking there was something strangely familiar about the way he walked up behind her and slid his hands down her arms, wrapping his arms around her...

The End