He turned looking down at her, he knelled down."No, Don't cry Maya. It's okay, you were in shock. But, Don't tell any of you're friends."He said quietly, his hand softly on her cheek.

She looked up at him.I really am sorry spike. You're the best person I've ever known. I would never want to hurt you. she put her hand over his.

"You don't need to say sorry to me, I have to say sorry to life. Life is just a dream, You meet someone then their gone from you're little world. It's a small world, but life, life is dreams."He said, looking at her with a slight smile.

She smiled at him and closed her eyes.Wow. That was... that was something.

"Yep. It's something, unlike life."He said, staring out at the ocean.

Life is what you want it to be. If you don't want it to be anything... you don't get anything.She smoothed out the choppy ocean and waved the seagulls away, to reveal a long blanket of shiny blue.

"That is, as well true."He said quietly.

She smiled and looked out on her world.My world is so small and uneventful, compared to yours. You must enjoy living on land.She said, wistfully.

"Not if I get killed and I wake up in front of the motherfucking J-E-T"He said, crossing his arms once again.

"3 times. The 4th time I wasn't that lucky. I was unconscious for 7 hours."He said, frowning.

I'm sure that's not very healthy.She smiled.

"Heh, It's not a Sickness. Just maybe, luck?"He said, his eyes still a dim near to gray.

His eyes seem to brighten to a slight irish green."Yep, I'm okay. Tis okay, For thee I has become a wee bit happy."He said, in a irish accent.

She laughed and slapped his shoulder.Stop that!She.cried, giggling hard.Your accent is terrible!

He chuckled, actually cheerful."Alright, Alright."He said, stopping his accent.

She laughed again.Any other accents for me to hear?

"Uhm..Fish and chips, mate?"He said, in a UK accent chuckling a bit.

With a little bit o' ketchup on the side, there's a good chap. She replied in a good British accent.

He chuckled, his eyes changing brown again.

She smiled, then looked up at the moonlight. She examined her left arm, now riddled all over with black, blue and red.

His phone rang, first time he'd ever hear it ring."Yeah?"He said, answering the phone.

"Where the hell have you been, Spike!"Jet said on the phone.

"Usual. The Beach. And stuff...Getting way more better food."Spike said.

"Are you saying my cooking is terrible!"Jet yelled.

"Maaaybe...Oh, losing bars call you later bye!"Spike said.

"Don't you ha-"Spike hanged up on Jet.

"Sorry, About that."Spike said, looking at Maya as the freaking dog trotted over, its belly just flopping.

She stared at him.What's that thing, and why was it talking?