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Sunlight. 

That was all Victoria could see when her eyes opened the next morning. She flicked the blanket off her, sat up and stretched. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows of the car, adding a heavenly glow inside. 

Slumped in the front seat, with his brown hair falling over his eyes and eyebrows, was Elliot. He was sleeping soundlessly. Victoria sighed, smiled gently at him, and opened her car door. She stood out, shielding her eyes from the strong sunlight. 

Light rain still fell from the sky, and it covered the windows, making more raindrop stains on the glass. The grass was covered with dew. 

Elliot made a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. He then sat up and looked about him. When he saw Victoria was awake, he opened his door, rushed out to her, and placed both hands on her shoulders. He felt her forehead. It was still hot, and beads of sweat were quickly forming. 

"Victoria, does your cell phone still work?" he asked. "And you should lie down," he added in a strained voice. "I think you have a fever. Let's go back to the car." He tried to pull her back. 

Victoria shoved him off, playfully. "I'm... I'm fine," she said. But a second later she was leaning on him, full weight on his side. "Everything's... spinning..." her eyes went slightly glassy, but then she shook herself and looked up at him, up into his concerned eyes. "Elliot..."

Elliot's eyes scanned her face. Suddenly he reached down and wrapped an arm around her legs, and one around her waist. Then he lifted her up and was carrying her back to the car. He laid her down on the back seat, covered her with the blanket, called a tow-truck through her phone and waited. 

About four hours later, a large truck pulled up on the side of the road. A dark-haired man with a bright orange work shirt and baggy black pants jumped out. He strode over to the car and looked at the situation before saying, "You have two options. I can give you some petrol, and you can drive back to the city. Or I can tow your car home and you can wait here for a taxi." 

"Can you give us some petrol please? And hurry, if you can." Elliot ran a hand through his hair and rushed back to his girlfriend. 

Victoria was still asleep. She was lying on the back seat, shivering every so often. Her breathing was soft and shallow. Elliot stood at the window, looking in at her. And then he sighed and walked away to pay the man for the petrol. 

He jumped in the car and pressed hard on the accelerator, gripping his hands on the wheel rather tightly. He backed the car out and drove away. 

Soon they were speeding through green lights and rushing past buildings. Elliot stopped the car abruptly as he waited impatiently for a a lady pushing a pram to cross the road. Glancing back at Victoria, he saw her hair was sticking to her neck and face from sweat and she was turning her head and squinting hard at him. Then her eyes shut and she was asleep again. 

Elliot turned down her street, parked the car, picked her up in his arms and walked the next couple meters to her house. He knocked on the door. 

Victoria's mom answered it. "We've talked to you about this—" she began, thinking it was Victoria. But when she saw Elliot standing there, holding Victoria, his eyes concerned, she gasped and began bombarding him with questions. In a few minutes he realised she'd been snatched from his arms and the door was slammed in his face. He sighed, put his hands in his pockets, and walked back to his car. The colour faded out of the world. 

As soon as Victoria was better, she rushed to Elliot's house on her bike. As houses, plants and people were rushing by, her thoughts turned to her family. Her parents thought that she should be forbid from seeing him again if he couldn't be responsible with her, but she begged and cried so they finally gave in. But they let her off with a warning, saying that anything like that ever happened again she would be banned from having anything to do with him. 

She had agreed solemnly to her parents restrictions and set off to Elliot's house. Victoria cycled down Mulberry Street and threw her bike on the grass outside his house. She entered the property and knocked on the door. 

A curtain in the upper window fluttered. Footsteps sounded from inside, and Elliot answered the door. His eyes were shining, and he didn't hesitate to wrap one arm around her waist and kiss her. 

Victoria pulled away after five seconds or so and followed Elliot to the living room. She plopped down on the couch beside him and they sat talking. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently. 

She shrugged. "I feel fine. Were your parents mad?" 

Elliot nodded. "Oh yeah, they were furious. But they cooled down a few days later. What about yours?"

Victoria thought for a moment. She didn't want to tell him she was almost banned from seeing him, and she also didn't want to tell him all the bad things her parents said about him. But she had to say something, so in the end she said they angry. 

Elliot glanced at her, at her dress, at her earrings, at the way her long brown hair fell down way past her shoulders. He loved her, and his attraction for her flowed out in the way he grabbed her hand and gazed into her eyes. 

And she smiled.