Pompeii: Chapter 3 (my most hated fanfiction conclusion to ever exist)

Part XX – Vibrations

Everyone was still for a moment, not even daring to breathe as they heard the familiar noise of a cell phone buzzing loudly. Rose bit her lip and stared at Donna, waiting for her to answer and wondering just how much she should tell her Doctor about what’s been going on around Pompeii. She didn’t want to risk the reapers coming back again. Not like they did when she rescued her father.

Then, even Donna looked confused when the mobile kept buzzing without anyone answering it. She looked at Jack and then at her Doctor. They were both staring at Donna, but she put her hands on her hips and glared at them.

“Oi, someone gonna answer that?” She asked, just as the mobile stopped buzzing. The Doctor and Jack exchanged glances before staring beyond Donna at Rose, questioningly.

“Jackie?” The Doctor asked suddenly. She shook her head and shrugged.

“Wasn’t me,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The group exchanged glances just as the buzzing started up again, coming from the direction of their new friend from The Sisterhood. She groaned, finally grabbing the phone from her waist and answering it in a very modern, Scottish accent.

“This better be important,” she hissed angrily into the phone, turning slightly away from the group to continue her conversation with some semblance of privacy.

“So,” The Doctor said, turning back to Rose, “who’re your friends?” She bit her lip and with a sigh hoped this wouldn’t bring more reapers.

“Doctor, this is Donna, your future companion.” The Doctor blinked and arched his eyebrow with a frown.

“What do you mean “future companion”, Rose?” He asked.

“Maybe I can explain,” The Doctor in the pinstriped suit began, emerging from the shadows. The Doctor in leather gazed at him in surprise.

“But–” He began, shocked to see himself here.

“This is supposed to be impossible,” The pinstriped Doctor finished, “Yeah, I know. But I’ve long since stopped referring to things as “impossible” there is so much we have left to learn.”

“How did I not know?” The Doctor in leather asked, brow furrowed.

“I’m not sure,” The Doctor in pin stripes answered him, “we don’t know the answer to everything.” He put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and rocked on his heels, uncomfortably.

Part XXI – Doomsday

The ground shook beneath them once more and The Doctor in pin stripes stared off at Mount Vesuvius just as Amy hung up her mobile phone, huffing angrily and bringing attention back to herself.

“This one of yours then?” The Doctor in leather asked, nodding towards her. The Doctor in pinstripes turned and arched an eyebrow.

“No, she’s part of The Sisterhood.” Amy hid her mobile in her robes quickly, trying her hardest to look innocent, but they had already seen her pull it out and talk on it.

“Guess I owe you an explanation…” Amy began, as the familiar sound of the TARDIS materializing filled her ears. She broke out into a grin, turning around just as another blue police box finally managed to materialize in Pompeii.

“Orrrr not,” Amy said, smiling wider as the door creaked open and The Doctor and Rory tumbled out.

“Amy,” Her Doctor began, taking her in, “you look…odd,” he continued, wincing a little as if her appearance offended him. The Doctor in pin stripes and The Doctor in leather exchanged horrified glanced that were not lost on Amy.

“Well,” she said, hurrying towards the TARDIS, “would love to tell you all about what I went through, but we’ve gotta get into the TARDIS right now or–“

“Rose?” Her Doctor asked suddenly. Amy’s shoulders slumped.

“That,” Amy finished, defeated as she turned around to see the blonde peeking out from behind Donna. Rory looked over at her questioningly and she shrugged, standing in the doorway of the TARDIS wondering just how insanely strange this must be for the blonde.

“Doctor?” Rose asked, pushing her way from behind Donna and towards the new Doctor. The Doctor in leather made a noise to stop her, but she continued on, stopping just short of touching him.

“How is this possible?” Rose asked, suddenly, turning to stare at all the other Doctors gathered around her, “and where am I? Where am I if you’re travelling with Donna and then these two? I’m never gonna leave you.” The three Doctors exchanged nervous glances.

“You know I can’t say, Rose,” The Doctor in pinstripes responded after a few heavy moments.

“But you’re safe,” Amy’s Doctor responded, “and happy.” The other two Doctors looked at him questioningly, but he did not meet their gaze. This was a delicate topic even now in his time stream, when he hadn’t seen her in over 150 years. Rose smiled sadly at him, reaching out and placing her hands over his hearts.

Part XXII – Run For Your Life

The ground trembled again, so violently it knocked a few of them off balance.

“Doc, as much as this situation warms my heart, we’re running out of time to get out of here before volcano day. We only have a few more hours.” The Doctor in leather turned and gazed at him, the look in his eyes was almost unreadable.

“Donna,” The Doctor in pinstripes said suddenly, turning to his companion before looking out at the rest of the people who surrounded him in turn.

“You two have to do this on your own,” The Doctor with a bowtie responded sadly, staring down at Rose, who still had her hands pressed to his hearts. Her expression was sad, but it also held acceptance and love.

The Doctor in pinstripes swallowed the lump in his throat and took Donna’s hand for support. She stared at him with a sad look in her eyes, but allowed him to begin to lead her away.

However, when Rose heard them begin to walk off, she turned from The Doctor with the bow tie and rushed towards the pinstriped Doctor.

“Wait,” she said, running to him and throwing herself into his arms. He caught her easily, his body molding to hers perfectly. Even after all this time, she still fit so completely into his arms and in his hearts. He breathed in her scent and held her tightly for a long time, until she struggled in his arms.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear, so quietly he could hardly hear it and then kissed his cheek before backing away. He just stared at her, not sure how to respond to what she just said, but not because he didn’t love her too. No, he just didn’t think it was right for him to say it, not while her current Doctor was standing right over there.

“And I love you,” Rose continued, turning towards The Doctor with the bow tie who stared at her, almost in disbelief.

“Rose Tyler,” The Doctor with the bowtie responded suddenly with a soft, almost saddened, grin.

“And I love you,” she whispered towards the darkness, watching as another man with grey hair and a haggard expression emerged. He smiled softly.

“And I love you, Rose Tyler,” he responded, not willing to wait to say it anymore. She needed to know right then how he felt about her. He watched as Amy and Rory exchanged worried glances. The Doctor in leather looked angry for a moment, but also scared and they all knew why.

“Good-bye Rose,” The Doctor in pinstripes said suddenly, grabbing Donna’s hand once more and retreating into the darkness. The Doctor with the bow tie, echoed his statement sadly, eyes teary as he turned his back and followed Amy and Rory into his TARDIS.

Rose isn’t sure how to feel for a few moments as she watches her Doctor’s all begin to leave one by one. She knows, in the end, she’ll still be with him, but it still hurts to watch the others move on, continuing without her. Regardless of how safe or happy she is, it hurts her to know that in the future, he isn’t happy without her.

The grey-haired Doctor lingers for a long moment, reaching out and ghosting his fingertips on the underside of Rose’s arm, making her shiver. She turns away from where The Doctor with the bowtie’s TARDIS is dematerializing and stares up at him.

They stay like that for a long time, just staring at each other in silence until her Doctor in leather clears his throat awkwardly. Rose snaps her head towards him and smiles brilliantly.

“Good-bye, Rose Tyler,” the grey haired Doctor whispers in her ear, kissing her temple softly before retreating in the direction the pinstriped Doctor and Donna had gone in. Jack, who had remained largely silent during this heartbreaking exchange, took that moment to make the longest, loudest, most annoying “Awwww” noise Rose had ever heard.

“Jack,” The Doctor warned and Rose just grinned.

“And I love you, Doctor,” Rose said softly, making her way over to where The Doctor and Jack stood. Her Doctor stared at her, a small smile on his lips as he took her into his arms.

“I love you,” he said, so quietly into her hair Rose almost confused it as a breath. She smiled into his chest.

Part XXIII – The next Adventure

He had rescued Caecilius and his family as Donna had requested and they all stood on a cliff overlooking the city of Pompeii as it burned. Donna kept staring at him oddly, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow as if she was waiting for him to say something.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Donna asked suddenly as they made their way back to the TARDIS.

“About what?” He asked, unlocking the door. Donna looked at him a bit funny and then shrugged, pushing past him and into the TARDIS onto the next adventure.

Part XXIV – The Game Station

He couldn’t remember how he got here or anything at all from the past few days, it was as if his mind had been completely wiped of all recent events. And now, here he was in a house with Lynda with a y, on some sort of strange reality television show, separated from Rose and Jack who probably couldn’t remember anything either.

Part XXV – The end

“Doctor?” Amy asked, staring at him for a long moment, watching him dance around the console like a madman.

“Yes?” He asked, a manic grin on his face, almost as if he had forgotten the events of the last few days in Pompeii. Like time had been rewritten.

“Nothing,” she whispered, mind suddenly hazy as to what she had wanted him to remember.

In the far corner of the TARDIS, just out of their line of sight, a small crack in the wall glowed.

Shifting: A JONAS tag fanfiction

Okay. So because I love writing random oneshots every three seconds, I’m writing this. It’s a tag to Chasing the Dream. I’m really only taking one scene and expanding on it.

Hope you like it.

And because I love whoring my Twitter: Please follow me at imbrication =).

Dedicated to: smileybubble08, who writes one of my favorite stories; 14 Reasons Why Not and mindFREQ who is just plain amazing. Go read their stuff!




“But what if I’m not good enough?” She asked, worry playing across her features. Kevin scoffed inwardly. As if she’d ever be bad at anything.

“Don’t sweat it,” he said, smiling at her, “we’ll meet tomorrow and I’ll give you a couple pointers before we record.” Macy squealed and nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.

“Thank you, thank you!” She screamed, flying into his arms and knocking him into the floor. Kevin grunted, hitting the floor at high speed. Now he understood why she played football. She was wonderful at tackling.

“Oh,” she said, looking down at him with concern on her face, “I’m sorry…” she trailed off and Kevin swallowed. He could feel her breath hitting his face and her hair brushed against his cheek.

“No…” he said, a little dazed, “it’s okay.” He stared at her, heart pounding. She shifted on top of him slightly, putting her hands on his chest so she could push herself up slightly. He swallowed. Her movement was making this position a little…

“Kev…” she said, shifting again.

“Y-yeah?” He asked, his voice a little high pitched. If she moved one more time he was going to lose it.

“Can you let go of me?” She asked.

“Huh?” He asked, noticing for the first time that his arms were fastened tightly around her waist. “Oh!” He said, releasing her, “oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Macy said, smirking at him and trying to push herself up off the floor. A second later she slipped and fell back down on top of him.

“I am so sorry!” She said, freaking out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…” she trailed off, eyes locking with his. Kevin swore his heart skipped a beat.

“It’s okay,” he responded in a whisper. Even though it wasn’t really okay. It was less than okay. He didn’t think he could take much more of her moving.

“I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, and he frowned. He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t want her to keep shifting nervously either. Not to mention, people were starting to give them some pretty crazy looks.

Macy shifted again and Kevin tilted his head back, wincing when he cracked it against the floor.

“Are you okay?” She asked, more shifting.

“God, Macy,” Kevin said, “if you’re not gonna get up, can you at least stop moving around?” Macy swallowed and bit her lip.

“Am I hurting you?” She whispered. Kevin wondered why that sounded more seductive than he thought she meant it to sound.

“Something like that,” he responded. It would hurt if she kept moving and his tight pants got even tighter. So it was kind of like she was hurting him.

“I don’t know if I can get up…” she said, trying to hold still. She failed, shifting again. Kevin gasped, cracking his head against the floor again. God, he wished she’d stop. It was so distracting and he took a deep breath, trying to get his mind to wander elsewhere. He didn’t want to focus on the girl pressed against him.

“Try rolling off?” He suggested. Anything to get her off of him. This position was so uncomfortable. He might have to get Stella to loosen his pants a little. Especially if he was going to have more run-ins with Macy like this one.

“Okay,” she said, starting to roll to the side, only to be stopped by a crowd of students walking passed. “Oh god. I almost got trampled,” she said, rolling back on top of him. Kevin groaned. Did God hate him? Was that it? Is that why a very cute, athletic brunette with a football helmet on was currently laying on top of him? She shifted again.

“Macy!” He said, head hitting the floor again. She was going to end up giving him a concussion. He already couldn’t think right…now she wants to move all around and…straddle his waist?

“Sorry about this,” she said, straddling his waist, practically sitting on his stomach, “I’m gonna just stand up now.” Kevin didn’t say anything, he was too busy trying not to think,oh god she’s straddling my waist…over and over. By the way, it wasn’t working. Macy lingered for a few seconds longer. He wished she’d stand up. Oh god he wished she’d stand up. There were people around them. He had a reputation. And there was a girl straddling his waist in the middle of a school hallway. That just screamed scandal. He could see the camera phones whipping out now.

Almost sensing his aggravation, she struggled to her feet and Kevin looked up at her.Finally.

“It was nice laying here on the floor with you, Kev,” Macy said.

“Yeah,” he responded, sitting up and grabbing what she had previously knocked from his hands to the floor. It was real nice. He scrambled to his feet, and looked up and down the hall frantically. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him?

“Well…” she said, flashing him a nervous smile, “thanks. See you tomorrow.” Kevin groaned inwardly. Tomorrow? He hoped she didn’t jump on him again tomorrow.

“Cool,” he said, voice breaking. She made him nervous and awkward and tingly…and…he swallowed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

END &&

Ugggh. I hate how this turned out. Trying to find a literary magazine to publish my short stories. Suggestions?


Unfaithful: Chapter 3 (There is no epilogue)

Favorite shirt


Kevin didn’t know what he had just witnessed. Well, it wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more like he didn’t want to believe what he had just witnessed. He had always trusted his younger brother to do the right thing and make the right choices. Sure, there had always been rumors, but it never crossed his mind that there would be truth to them. It never occurred to him that his brother was blatantly disregarding a pledge he had taken; a promise he had made.

Now, Kevin wasn’t sure if he could ever respect his brother again. He didn’t know what would’ve possessed him to do something like that. And what was worse was the fact that he hadn’t been with—

STELLA!” Macy protested from downstairs, trying to pull free from her best friend’s grip. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal that she was wearing Joe’s clothes. Okay, so she did understand what a big deal that was, but she couldn’t understand why Stella was making such a big deal out of it. Sure, he was her boyfriend and all, but it wasn’t like Macy hadn’t stolen clothes from the Lucas brothers before.

“Stop struggling, Macy,” Stella growled, “you’re the one who decided you were going to—” Macy growled in frustration, trying to tug her wrist free from Stella’s—pretty much—iron grasp. She was certain now that she was going to have a nice bruise in the shape of Stella’s fingers. Not to mention a hickey in the shape of Joe’s lips. Not that it’d actually look like Joe’s lips, but there would be a hickey. She could feel it forming now.

“Let me go!” Macy shrieked, pulling even harder. Stella pulled her father into the firehouse, her grip not even budging an inch. She wondered when Stella had gotten so strong. It wasn’t like Macy was weak, she was an athlete, for crying out loud. But, Stella did have to put up with three rowdy boys. The same boys that were descending the stairs right now.

“What’s going on down here?” Nick asked, jumping over the last few steps to stare at where Macy and Stella stood in the living room. Macy continued to struggle. If his brothers realized what she was wearing it was going to be obvious. She was surprised it wasn’t obvious to Stella. Maybe she was in denial.

“Macy here decided it would be—”Macy continued to struggle, debating on biting Stella’s arm to see if she’d finally let her go—”a good idea to—”Stella grunted, almost losing her grip—”Macy! Quit struggling!”

“Are those Joe’s clothes?” Nick asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Macy before turning around to look at his older brother. Joe avoided his gaze, trying to focus on Macy and Stella in the center of the living room.

“Joe?” Kevin asked, moving farther into the room when he noticed how awkward things were getting for his younger brother. Joe tore his gaze from Macy slowly, turning to look at the oldest of the three brothers.

“Yeah, Kev?” Joe asked, swallowing when he noticed there was some kind of broken sadness in his oldest brother’s eyes. He wondered what had hurt him bad enough to make it overshadow the soft smile he had on his face.

“I think Macy is wearing your clothes,” he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. He motioned towards the girl who had now stopped struggling and was looking at the scene that was unfolding. Joe turned back to her slowly, he didn’t know how to answer that. He knew those were his clothes. He was the one who had given them to her. But, he didn’t think she’d get caught in them by Stella.

“I’m sorry I took them,” Macy said, meeting Joe’s eyes and trying to get him to play along, “I guess I haven’t outgrown my obsessive phase just yet.”

Joe sighed and chewed on his lip. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. If he would just play along they would be home free, but with him looking so guilty…

“It’s okay, Mace,” Joe said, “I didn’t really like those clothes anyway.” He shot her a smile and she swallowed.

“Joe,” Nick said, “that’s your favorite shirt…” he motioned to the shirt Macy was wearing and everyone in the room looked over at her.

“No, Nick,” Joe said, voice cracking a bit with nerves, “I changed my mind. That one isn’t my favorite anymore.”

Macy swallowed again. She was wearing Joe’s favorite shirt? Why did that make her more excited than it probably should’ve? What was so exciting about the idea of Joe letting her wear something he cherished? It was Joe and not Kevin.

She glanced up, looking around the room and trying to locate the Lucas brother that she was dating. She found him still lingering by the stairs and looking at her with sad eyes. She wondered what made him so sad, but now was certainly not the time to ask. She tilted her head to the side, watching as he crossed his arms awkwardly.

“But that’s been your favorite shirt for forever,” Nick argued, “you can’t change your mind that quickly. I know you, Joe.” Joe just shrugged.

“It wasn’t a quick change. It’s been going on for awhile.”

Macy turned her attention back to the conversation. Something had changed in the conversation. It was like they weren’t even talking about the shirt anymore. It was like they were talking about something completely different.

“How long is awhile?” Nick asked, “how long has this…shirt not been your favorite one?” Joe spared a glance at Macy and then one at Stella.

“Not long,” he said, “but I guess I spent most of my life really liking that shirt, but once I found a new one, a different one, a better one…I realized that I didn’t like that shirt as much as I thought I did. I realized that there was another shirt. One that fit me better.” He looked at her for a split second when he said that, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Nick looked over at her too, a frown forming on his usually expressionless lips.

“But what about your favorite pants?” Nick continued, looking back at his brother, “your new favorite shirt doesn’t match your pants. They go with another pair of pants.”

Macy looked over at Stella for help, but she was looking quite confused herself.

“Wait…” Stella said, “how do you know his new favorite shirt doesn’t match his favorite pants? You haven’t even seen it…” Nick and Joe ignored her.

“My favorite pants should be able to understand. They should understand that I really love this new shirt, and I really need this new shirt.”

“Your favorite pants don’t understand,” Kevin butted in, moving farther into the room and jumping into the conversation.

Both brothers looked at him in shock.

“Your favorite pants think you should stay with your old favorite shirt. They match better. It’s not about how they fit you, but how they match your pants. Besides, your new favorite shirt is my shirt and I’m not giving it to you.”

“What’s going on?” Macy asked, walking closer to the boys.

The three of them stared at her and then at Stella who looked equally as confused as Macy did.

“How did Joe come to like a shirt that’s Kevin’s?” Stella asked, “You two aren’t even the same size. Everything I make for you is a custom fit.”

“That’s a good question, Stella,” Kevin said, “one I’m sure Joe would like to answer.”

Joe looked terrified and at that moment it all fell into place for Macy.

They weren’t talking about clothes at all. They were talking about her and Stella. She was Kevin’s shirt, the one Joe loved, but…oh wow. This was confusing, even when you knew which shirt was which.

“Joe?” Stella asked. Joe swallowed.

“Stella…” Joe said, “You know I love you…” he trailed off, and in that second, everything fell into place for Stella as well.

“Are you…breaking up with me?” She asked, her voice strained. Joe looked down at his shoes, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know how else to do this,” Joe said, “I have feelings for someone else…and it isn’t fair to you.”

“Who is she?” Stella asked, tears rolling down her cheeks, “how long have you—”

“Stella,” Macy said softly, cutting her best friend off. Stella stopped talking and turned to look at where her best friend was standing, tears forming in her eyes too. Macy sighed, looking away from Stella and at Joe and then at Kevin.

“Macy?” Stella whispered, turning back to Joe, “it’s Macy?” Joe swallowed and nodded. Kevin took a deep breath in through his nose.

“I knew it,” Nick muttered before continuing, louder, “ever since that night when I came home and you two were upstairs watching TV and cuddling in one of the chairs. You told me you were waiting for Kevin and Stella, but…” Nick stopped there, shaking his head in disappointment.

“How long has this been going on?” Stella asked, more tears falling.

“About a month,” Macy responded, “it’s still really new.” Stella shook her head, a sob escaping her lips.

“Why?” She asked, “was I not enough for you, Joe? Why Macy? Why cheat on me with my best friend?” Joe shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he responded. It was a lie. He liked the way Macy responded to his advances. She gave him what he wanted, whereas Stella held out. She stopped him too soon. Macy never said no. It was lust. Or it was at first, but now he had real feelings for her. He wanted to be able to give her a choice, he wanted her to be able to tell him no. It was strange how it all happened. Maybe he was meant to be with Macy after all.

“I didn’t tell him no,” Macy responded, “it was purely a physical relationship.” Kevin and Stella looked over at her, eyes questioning. Macy continued, “I could give him things you wouldn’t,” she said, looking directly at Stella, “and he gave me the things I craved from you,” she said, changing her gaze and looking directly at Kevin. “I’m sorry you two had to get hurt like this.”

“No,” Joe said, “It may have started out as physical,” he looked at Macy, brown eyes locking with hers, “but I really fell for you.” Macy laughed and shook her head.

“Joe,” Macy said, “I get it. Stella is the girl of your dreams, I’m just the girl you wanted to use and throw away.”

Joe wanted to scream. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but he didn’t know how. She had everything set in her mind as how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t going to be able to change that.

“Macy,” Joe said, “please…” It was all he could think of to say. He wanted her to believe him, but…

“It’s okay, Joe,” Macy said, looking at Kevin, “I guess this is good-bye, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Kevin didn’t say anything, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I’ll send the clothes back after I wash them,” she said, smiling and turning around to leave. No one stopped her; the room remained in a stunned silence as she slipped through the front door and out of their lives.

END &&

Okay, don’t hate me for the ending. There’s an epilogue coming. I’m sorry this chapter sucked. I worked on it for a really long time. So I wish it could’ve been better, but this was the idea that came out. But seriously, it’s not the end. I’ll answer the questions about the whole “what about school” and stuff. I swear. Just hang in there and please don’t hate me.

Respect: An H20: Just Add Water Oneshot

I was going through some old stuff and stumbled across this. It’s not that good seeing as how I wrote it about a year ago, but I thought I’d upload it because I really like H2O. And I can’t wait for the next season =).



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“Zane?” she whispered harshly, knocking on his balcony door with her fingertips, “Zane?”

He stirred in his sleep, disturbed slightly by the noise she was making against his window, but did not awaken. She growled and knocked louder, praying that she would’t wake his father up in her haste to wake up his son.

Zane groaned, pulling himself into a sitting position and squinting at the doors that led to his balcony. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up. Rikki smiled at him and lowered her hand, waiting for him to unlock the door and let her in.

“Rikki…” Zane said with a yawn as she stumbled into his room, “What’re you doing here?”

“I..had to get away,” she whispered, trying not to release the tears she had been holding back until this point.

“You sound upset,” he whispered as she turned to gaze into his brown eyes, her blue ones shimmering with tears. He reached out and cupped her face, she closed her eyes and let a lone tear drop fall. He wiped it away quickly.

“What happened, Rikki?” he asked as she moved closer to him, her hands sliding up against his bare chest and her cheek leaning against his shoulder. He waited for a long time for her to answer, but she didn’t. He ran his fingers through her hair as a sob escaped her lips.

“Rik-” he started, but she interrupted him.

“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked, staring down at the floor as her cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Zane smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he answered, “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the flo-” she stopped his words with a kiss, tangling her fingers in his brown hair and backing up so that she could sit on the edge of his bed.

He grunted, bending to follow her down and placing his hands against the bed on either side of her thighs. She smiled against his lips, and began to lay back slowly, coaxing him to follow her until her back was against the mattress and he was on top of her.

She slowly unfastened her hands from his neck and reached to grip his hands which were positioned near her shoulders and she gripped one of them tightly, leading it to the hem of her shirt before trailing it over her abdomen slowly. She shivered at his touch and he pulled away from her.

“Rikki,” he said breathlessly, moving his hand from where it had once been against her stomach.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she whimpered, looking away from him.

“No,” he said, resting his forehead against hers, “you’re doing everything right…” She sighed and looked up at him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to avoid her gaze.

“You don’t want me,” she whispered. He shivered at the pain he heard in her tone and opened his eyes wide to gaze into hers. They were shimmering with tears again and he could feel his heart breaking.

“I do,” Zane argued, “I do want you…”

“But?” Rikki asked, shifting beneath him. Zane whimpered softly and willed himself not to be aroused by the beautiful woman who lay beneath him.

“Stop moving,” he gasped, gripping the sheets on either side of her face. Rikki stopped and stared at him.

“Zane…” she whispered, “Why don’t you want…” he growled and kissed her roughly before he answered.

“I…respect you, Rikki,” Zane said, “I don’t want to…hurt you.” Rikki stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you saying you don’t think we’ll last?” She asked. The pain was there again and he looked away.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he said, “I just…don’t want you to regret this.” Rikki stared at him and smiled softly, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to gaze into her eyes.

“You’re worried about my…” she giggled and kissed the tip of his nose, “who would’ve thought-“she giggled again-“Zane Bennett is old fashioned.” A light blushed settled across Zane’s cheeks as he tried to look away again, but she held his gaze.

“I just…” he started, but she put a finger to his lips.

“I love you,” she said, staring into his eyes. He swallowed hard, seeing the truth in her eyes. He paused for a long moment, thinking of all the things she has made him feel and searching deep within himself for the way he felt. He wouldn’t lie to her, her couldn’t. She was everything to him; everything.

She traced her fingertips over his face.

“Rikki-” he started but she shook her head.

“Shh,” she whispered, “take your time, there’s no rush.” Zane closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers once more. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, and tried to hold them back, but it was too late.

“Zane,” Rikki whimpered.

“I love you,” he whispered as a strange calmness washed over him, “I love you.” Rikki stared up at him with a smirk.

“I knew it,” she said. Zane smirked back at her, rolling off of her and to her side as the two scrambled up to the top of the bed, laughing softly as to not wake his father.

“I’m glad you came,” Zane whispered as she buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent deeply.

“Me too,” came her muffled reply as the two drifted off to sleep.

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I am so LAME.

Won’t You: An Ouran High School Host Club Oneshot

Dont freak out about the fact that I’m writing something other than a Disney fic just yet. This is my half of a trade on DeviantART. It’s very poorly written, but I got this idea like from reading the character bios on Wiki. They’re so OOC. I’m sorry DDD:.

Won’t You

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He had come to know what true love was. Over the years of knowing her, the young woman that had stumbled upon his host club, his family by some fated accident. In her presence, he always knew what true love was.

She, however, was reluctant, apathetic, closed-off. He wasn’t sure how he would get to her, to show her that the secret feelings had had been harboring for her were indeed, real. At first, he was confused about them. He thought, initially, that it was a kind of fatherly love. A kind of, protecting love.

He never, not in his wildest dreams, thought they would become something so complex and beautiful. He wanted her to know. He wanted to tell her of this undying, irrevocable love. She had every right to know of his feelings.

He spoke her name softly and she looked up at him from where she was arranging something on a tray. He wondered, absently, if right now could be the appropriate time to discuss such matters with her. He figured it was now or never. His passion would not allow him to wait any longer.

“Yes?” She asked, her voice sounding somewhat strained as she looked back down at the tray. He sighed, watching her arrange some decorations amongst the tea that she had been preparing.

“Can,” he began, his voice somewhat strained, “can I ask you something?” He asked, unsure of how this whole ordeal would turn out, but he would never know unless he tried. She stopped what she was going, hearing some seriousness to his tone, and she stared up at him.

She wondered, absently, if she could get away with a sarcastic, “you just did” this time. She decided that she wouldn’t chance it. Besides, he had been so generous to her. She rolled her eyes inwardly.

“Sure,” she responded, meeting his gaze. She saw some unknown emotion flicker through his eyes and she bit her lip. She didn’t know why she did it, but something about the emotion in that moment startled her. Did her heart always beat so fast with him around?

Tamaki’s eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips for a split second. It was so fast, he was certain she didn’t catch him admiring their beauty.

“Sure is quiet around here today,” he said suddenly, looking around for the other members of the Host Club. They were off in the distance, possibly sensing the heat of this moment and casting last-minute bets.

“Yeah,” she responded, tapping her foot impatiently. Did he know she didn’t have time for his usual games? President or no president, father or no father, he was immature and annoying and…she trailed off, lips parting slightly as his gaze captured hers once more.

He watched in wonder as a slight blush formed across her cheeks. Unable to help himself, his lips curled into a smile.

“The color in your cheeks looks nice,” he commented, watching in amusement as they darkened from a light pink to a rosy red.

“You had something to ask me,” she said, forcing her voice to remain emotionless and willing the blush to fade away. She didn’t think either attempt worked.

“Maybe I could just…” he said, leaning down closer to her. Haruhi’s heart thundered and she took a step back, knocking the tray of tea she had just prepared from the table onto the floor. She cried out and jumped at the noise.

She turned down to look at the mess she had made, trying to calm her erratic heart beat. When had so much changed between them? And why hadn’t she noticed it until now?

“I’m sorry!” she blurted, getting down on her knees to clean it up. He shook his head, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her back into her standing position.

“Would you let me finish?” He practically growled. Haruhi swallowed and nodded, had she seen this side of him before? So demanding and…seductive.

“Yes,” she practically squeaked out. What was it about this moment right here that was making her apathetic facade fail? Could it be…she trailed off on that thought. Watching in fear as Tamaki moved his face closer to hers, his hands holding onto her upper arms tight as if to keep her from running away this time.

“Haruhi,” he whispered, his eyes locking with hers. She stopped breathing, her brain losing all ability to function intelligently. When was he able to do this to her? Had he always made her so vulnerable?

She repeated his name back to him, eyes never leaving his. It was like she was hypnotized in the moment, waiting for the kiss she knew was coming. It was inevitable at this point. And she wanted nothing more than for him to claim her lips. To crush the air from her lungs, professing his undying, unwavering, unselfish love for her in one simple gesture.

Her eyes begged for him to do it, to close the distance between them. To show her the question he wanted to ask. To show her the feelings he had been hiding. He wanted to, he wanted to so bad.

Across the room, the rest of the Host Club watched in wonder, waiting for this perfect moment to come to pass. After all, they wanted to know who would win the bet.

“I…” he said, choking up, “I love you,” he told her, eyes glittering. A second later he released her, a smile forming on his lips, a barking laugh escaping his mouth. He couldn’t believe he had finally said it. He repeated himself, watching her eyes go wide. He said it again, resting his hands on her shoulders.

The room went silent, waiting for her response. She stood before him, eyes unreadable, mouth shut tight into a thin line. On the outside, she looked emotionless or shocked or…but on the inside her heart was soaring, her mind was coming up with the words to say.

When no words would come, she saw his smile falter. She had to think fast. She wanted so much to say those three little words back to him. She wanted nothing more. But, her mouth wouldn’t oblige to her request. The best she could do was relax her lips.

His hands slid from her shoulders, down her arms and to her hands. He gripped them lightly. She stared at him, her eyes shining with tears. She was afraid. Afraid she wouldn’t be able to say it. To tell him all these things she felt.

Maybe I love you wasn’t enough. Maybe…her thoughts trailed off. She inched forward a little, watching his expression as she tilted her head to the side and ever-slowly pressed her lips against his. Since when did he get so bold emotionally?

His heart soared. He released her hands and wound his arms around her waist, pulling her body into his. She wound her fingers through his hair, body aching for him to pull her closer.

Their lips moved against each other’s wildly. Years of pent up tension, denied feelings, hidden passion rising to the surface in one perfect moment.

“I love you too,” she responded when she pulled away to take a breath and he smiled down at her. Then he captured her lips again.


It was breathtaking, the silence between us. The way he looked at me, brown eyes searching for something familiar in my eyes. He wanted to know that I still felt the same. He wanted to make sure that being there with me was okay. I didn’t know what I should reflect in my eyes. I was finding it hard to breathe. The way he looked at me was suffocating.

I could hear distant explosions in the sky; fireworks. I broke his gaze and looked up. I heard him shift next to me and sigh. He must think I’m over it. That I don’t feel the same. He must think I’m through waiting for him. I feel him grab my hand, but I don’t look down again. I’m too busy looking at the rainbow of explosions in the sky. I don’t know how to tell him I’m still waiting.

I can’t even see the stars tonight, the fireworks are overshadowing them. Explosions of fire and gas that are closer than the stars twinkling beyond this world. He squeezes my hand tight, but I still don’t look down. The fireworks have captured my gaze. I sat there on the blanket next to him, hypnotized by the beauty of the explosions. I don’t think he knows how I feel.

His touch shoots electricity through my body as he moves closer, and I feel my heart race, confused by the sudden, unwelcome, feeling. I try to keep myself composed, but in the darkness my cool expression falters and it takes all I have not to look at him. I don’t know how to tell him how I feel. The words don’t come. There really aren’t words to describe this.

More fireworks go off. I hear all the familiar noises. The siren sound of the ascent, the explosion and the shower of sparks that fall back to the earth, but I’m not really watching anymore. I’m just feeling now. My heart races, my body tingles, his breath against my face. He’s still watching, waiting for his moment.

I’m not ready to see him yet. I’m not ready to feel the familiar ache in my heart. The ache I feel when I want him to hold me. When I’m dying to feel his arms around me. I don’t think he knows that I cry at night, my body shaking, waiting for him. He doesn’t know that I’m still waiting.

His eyes are still glued to my face, his breath hitting against my cheek in waves. I imagine the ocean, the sound of the waves hitting the shore. He’s my ocean and I’m waiting for him to pull me under. I want to drown in this sea. I’m not ready to see him yet.

He says my name softly, practically begging for my attention. I bite my lip, trying to focus on the fireworks and not drowning in this ocean of pain and suffering and maybe even love. I don’t know why I’m still waiting for something I never thought would happen. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe after tonight I’ll wake up and I wont see him ever again.

That’s a chance I’m willing to take as I turn to meet his eyes. They’re full of the love I always imagined that he had for me. The sort of feelings I only thought he felt for me in my dreams. I’m hit by a wave of emotions. I’m still struggling to breathe, drowning in the middle of this sea.

He catches sight of my eyes, watching them with curiosity, probing for the answers I would never be able to tell him with my words. I wanted him to kiss me, to smother me with his lips, to crush all the air out of my body until all I could feel was him on top of me. I wanted it so bad I could almost taste his mouth. I don’t think he knew.

The fireworks were winding down. The explosions were getting farther apart as the people setting them off ran out. I felt a sense of urgency. Was time running out for us too? I stared at him intently, not sure what he was reading in my eyes, but I hoped he knew what I wanted.

His eyes lingered on mine for only a few moments more before settling on my lips, asking his silent question. The one I had already said yes to. Did he even have to ask? He should know by now that he makes my heart race, he crushes the air out of my lungs, he makes it impossible for me to feel normal. He should know by now that I’m completely, totally, irrevocably in love with him. Nothing could change that. Not even the years of heartbreak I had to endure to get to this point.

He leans forward as more fireworks go off overhead and I stop breathing, waiting for him to claim my lips, to make me slip away into this ocean. More fireworks go off while I’m waiting, my eyes slipping closed, my lips parting slightly. I can feel my heart aching. I’ve waited so long for this moment.

It seemed like forever before he was finally there, kissing me softly, crushing the rest of the air out of my lungs. I try not to sob as he takes my face into his hands, his whole body pressing against mine. I need this, I’ve wanted this for so long. I can feel the sting of tears and I pull away, my eyes watering. He stares at me, his brown eyes questioning as the tears fall.

He tells me he’s sorry, he tells me he didn’t mean it. He doesn’t know that’s not what I want to hear. He thinks he did something wrong. He wants to fix it. He wants to be friends. I don’t want any of that. He begs me to forgive him, but I don’t know if I can. What he’s apologizing for isn’t want I’m crying about.

I tell him I’m happy, I tell him to stop saying he’s sorry for the things he did right. He looks confused, but I don’t want to explain it anymore. I wipe away my tears and I kiss him, long and hard. He kisses me back, cradling my face, caressing my neck, fingers trailing down my shoulders.

I feel like my heart is going to stop beating, like I’m going to die right here in his arms. And I think, that if I did I would be happy. If I died here with his lips against mine and the fireworks dying overhead, I wouldn’t regret one moment.

I’m not even afraid.

Play My Music: A Camp Rock Drabble Fic

Okay, this is Camp Rock. *GASP* I know, I’m writing something other than JONAS. Isn’t that amazing? I probably fail at these characters, I feel like I didn’t get to know them well enough. I love Camp Rock though =).

Oh, and the catch is, it’s a lyric challenge that I stole from Suburbs because I’ve been reading her stories a lot lately. Because she’s just awesome. So yeah. Camp Rock.

By the way, Suburbs, this is for you :).

Play My Music

Collection of Drabbles.

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A Boy Brushed Red – The Used

Can you feel your heartbeat erasing – can you taste the fear in her sweat – you’ve done this wrong, it’s too far gone – these sheets tell of regret

Shane’s heart raced, staring down at Caitlyn as she stared back up at him with fear in her eyes.

Oh God,He thought, What have I done?

“Caitlyn,” he whispered, he could see the tears forming in her eyes. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn’t believe he had actually allowed himself to…to use her in such a way.

“No,” she responded, “I can’t forgive you this time.” Shane swallowed hard, moving off of her as she struggled to get from beneath him.

“Caitlyn,” he said again, watching as she picked up her clothes, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“No,” she said, “I’m leaving.” She pulled her pants on and threw her shirt over her head. His heart ached. There was nothing he could do to salvage this.

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You’re Not Alone – Saosin

You’re not alone – there is more to this I know – you can’t make it up – you will live to tell

“I’ve been searching for you,” Shane said to her back. She sighed and turned around to look at him.

“I know,” she told him.

“I never thought I’d find you here of all places,” he admitted.

“I know,” she said again, tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Caity,” he said, gathering her in his arms “You’re not alone anymore.”

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Stars – Switchfoot

Everyone, everyone feels so lonely – everyone, yeah everyone feels so empty

“Mitchie,” Nate said, reaching out to touch her arm.

“No,” she said, pulling away from him, “I…” her voice faltered, “I…” she tried again, but she just couldn’t say it.

“No,” he said, “It isn’t your fault. You didn’t know.”

“Will we ever be okay again?” She asked. Nate smiled sadly. She was afraid of that.

“I don’t know,” he said. She knew he would say that.

“Can we pretend?” She asked.

“I can do that.”

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Hate (I really don’t like you) – Plain White T’s

Hate is a strong word – but I really, really, really don’t like you

You know how you run into your ex after you break up, possibly years later and it’s awkward? Well, that was the moment Caitlyn was experiencing now. In front of her, possibly feeling every bit as awkward as she did, stood Shane Gray.

“Caitlyn,” he said, flashing her his smile. Thatsmile.

“Yeah,” Caitlyn said, “Hey.” She wanted to die. This was the single most awful moment of her life.

“You look great,” He said. Pfft, she thought.

“Yeah,” she said, “Thanks.” She couldn’t believe she had wasted so much time and energy into a relationship with him.

“Well…” Shane said, “Good seeing you again.”

“Yeah,” She responded, “Bye.”

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It Ends Tonight – All-American Rejects

It’s too late to fight – it ends tonight – it ends, when darkness turns to light

“No, Nate,” Tess said, glaring at him as he knocked on the window of her car. He was back again, back from being with her. The other woman. She didn’t know who she was, all she knew is that was where he went when he wasn’t with her. She would never be good enough for him, would she? She already knew the answer.

She thought Nate was sensitive, maybe he has some kind of emotional attachment to her, something he couldn’t let die.

“It’s not what you think it is, Tess,” he said to her, hands pressed against the glass.

“No, Nate,” she repeated, “I’m not falling for this again – this, this…whatever we have, ends tonight.”

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The Older I Get – Skillet

It makes me wonder – the older I get, will I get over it?

The older I get, the clearer it is. The more I wait, the more I know. He isn’t going to come back for me. As melodramatic as this sounds, I’m still hung up on him. I couldn’t believe he left me for Mitchie. Don’t get me wrong, Mitchie is one of my best friends, but…

I’m still waiting for him to come back and pick me. I just wish I could be over this. I can’t believe after all these years I still feel like this. I can’t believe I still want him.

I can’t believe I’m still waiting.

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Inevitable – Anberlin

I wanna be your last first kiss – that you’ll ever have – I wanna be your last first love – lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide – I wanna be your last first kiss – for all time

“Caity,” Shane said, turning towards her from where he lay next to her in the grass, “Do you remember when we were kids?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I remember how lame you were.” Shane smiled at her statement.

“Not so lame now, Am I, Caity?” He asked, reaching to lace his fingers with hers.

“You’re still lame, Shane,” She whispered, blushing when she felt his fingers between hers, “You’ll always be lame.”

“You remember what I told you when we were five?” He asked. She paused then, pursing her lips.

“No,” she admitted, “I don’t remember.” Shane sat up and looked down at her.

“I told you,” he said in a whisper, leaning down and capturing her lips with his in a short, sweet kiss, “That I wanted to be your last first kiss.”

“What?” She asked, dazed by his confession.

“I want to be your last everything, Caity,” He said, producing a black box from his pocket, “Will you marry me?”

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Don’t Forget – Demi Lovato

Did you forget – that I was even alive – did you forget – everything we ever had – did you forget – about me?

Caitlyn watched, it was all she could do, just watch. She didn’t know how to react to seeing her best friend dating the boy she had barely broken up with over the summer. They were laughing at their usual table, holding hands. Caitlyn couldn’t believe this.

Did Mitchie forget about all those late night phone calls? All the nights she had stayed up and told her about how much she loved Shane…how much Shane meant to her. Did she honestly think that…Caitlyn would get over that so quickly?

“Hey, Mitchie,” Caitlyn said, taking a seat at the table. Shane and Mitchie both smiled at her, like neither of them remembered. Their hands stayed linked.

“Hey, Caitlyn,” Mitchie said, “You remember, Shane.”

“Yeah,” Caitlyn said, “I remember.”

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Hot N’ Cold – Katy Perry

You overthink, always speak cryptically – I should know, that you’re no good for me – ’cause you’re hot then you’re cold – you’re yes then you’re no

“Do you want to marry me or not?” Tess asked him at the altar. Which was kind of the wrong time to be asking, but he was having a little trouble saying “I do”. Probably because Mitchie was sitting in the audience, hoping he wouldn’t.

The whole room was silent, waiting for his answer. Nate was having an inner crisis. He was in love with Tess, but did he really want to marry her? Did he love her more than he loved Mitchie? He turned around and scanned the room for her.

“Say yes,” she mouthed when his eyes landed on her. She was on the edge of her seat, waiting.

“I,” Nate said, turning back towards Tess. She rolled her eyes, not keen on waiting.

“You, what?” She asked, seriously annoyed by now. He was wasting her time.

“I do,” he said.

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The heck, Music list? Most of the stuff on this I don’t even listen to. Such a challenge! OOC, I’m sorry.

I’ll Stay: A JONAS oneshot

Disclaimer: The dialogue at the very beginning is from/based from JONAS episode 7, Fashion Victim. I do not own JONAS.

I’ve seen this episode 16 times by now and every time I see it I get more inspiration.

I’ll Stay


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“Are these pants okay to get something to eat in?” Nick asked, “because I’m starving.”

“You wanna come with?” Joe asked Stella, who was standing across from him, holding a pair of Kevin’s pants.

“I’d love to,” Stella said, “but I can’t-“she held out Kevin’s pants, unfolding them in front of the brothers-“I have to replace the knees in all of Kevin’s pants.” She glared at the oldest Lucas brother who smiled back at her nervously. “Why do you insist on power-sliding across the stage every night?” Stella asked, crossing her arms with a huff.

“Because I’m awesome,” Kevin responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His brothers stared at him for a long moment and Stella still glared.

“He is awesome,” Nick responded, earning a slight nod and an amused smile from Joe as he agreed. Stella rolled her eyes.

“Anyways,” she began, “it’ll take me all night by myself…” she trailed off, giving the boys a look that said “please, please stay here with me”. The three brothers exchanged glances and stared at Stella for a long moment, seemingly considering her silent request.

“Well, bye,” Nick said, starting a chain reaction of salutations. Stella watched with a less-than-impressed expression on her face as her best friend and his two brothers made their way to the firemen poles in the center of the room.

“See ya, Stells,” Joe said as he grabbed the pole and slid down.

“Bye Stella,” Nick said, following his older brother’s lead. Kevin, however, lingered around for a second.

“Aren’t you going to go too?” Stella asked him, when she noticed he hadn’t tried to follow after his brothers just yet. Kevin didn’t respond for a long second. Wondering if he was really hungry enough to leave Stella in her time of need.

“I’ll stay, Stella,” he said, stepping away from the pole and walking back towards her.

“What?” Stella asked, wondering if she had heard him right.

“I’ll stay,” he responded. Stella blinked, a little confused.

“Nah, Kev,” she said, “I’ve got this, you go on ahead and eat with your brother-” he cut her off. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Are you sure, Kev?” She asked, she hadn’t expected any of them to actually stay. She had known these boys forever. Her “damsel in distress” look didn’t work on them.

“I’m sure,” he responded, “after all, you are fixing my pants.” Stella smiled.

“Thanks Kev,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Go down to the bus and get me the rest of your pants,” Stella answered, watching as walked towards the pole and slid down, smiling at her the whole way. With Kevin helping her, this all-nighter might not be so bad.

He returned about a half an hour later, just after Stella had finished setting up her sewing supplies and had chosen the patching she would use for the first pair. Stella turned around and looked at him, watching with interest as he pulled a huge amount of pants behind him in a laundry bag. She swallowed, feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach when she saw sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m…” Kevin began, pulling the bag the rest of the way up the stairs, “back.”

“Is the bag heavy, Kev?” She asked, trying to sound sarcastic. Instead her voice came out in a nervous tone that could’ve been passed off as concern. She hoped Kevin wouldn’t notice how nervous he made her looking all hot and sweaty like that.

“Yeah,” he responded, a bit breathless, “Who knew ten weeks worth of pants would be so heavy?” He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and Stella felt her heartbeat race. What was it with her and sweaty guys anyhow? She bet every other girl on the planet thought they were gross. What made her so different?

Kevin took a few deep breaths and picked up the strings of the heavy bag of laundry again, pulling it towards her. Her breath caught as she watched the muscles in his back tense and relax, tense and relax. She felt her mouth water, as strange as that sounded. Her mouth was watering at the thought of Kevin Lucas’ back muscles. She hoped it was because she just really missed him when he was on tour. Even though she already knew that wasn’t the case. It never was when it came to mouth watering though.

“There ya go, Stella,” Kevin said, sweat beaded on his forehead and neck…and…Stella coughed, reminding herself that he was her best friend’s oldest brother. The best friend that she was totally secretly crushing on. Which made her sexual-esque thoughts about him even worse.

“Thanks, Kev,” she said, trying very hard not to stutter. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve again, and she swore her heart stopped for a second. Maybe this was why Macy was on so many sport teams. To watch all those guys practice. To see their muscles tense, and…Stella swooned inwardly.

“What do you want me to do now?” Kevin asked, still as enthusiastic as ever. Ah, Kevin.

“You look tired, Kev,” Stella said, reminding herself to keep her breathing even when she noticed the beads of sweat on his upper lip, “just sit down…” she trailed off, caught between wanting him to stay there and keep her company while she worked and wanting him to leave so she could actually concentrate on what she was doing. And not on that little drop of sweat slowly creeping it’s way down his temple, over his cheek and to his chin. He wiped it away on the back of his hand and she sighed.

“Sit down and keep me company?” She said, coming out as more of a question than anything else.

“Okay,” he responded, taking a seat on the floor next to her. A little too close next to her. She swallowed, turning back to her work, laying things out and smoothing her hands over them. She was stalling, still thinking about what it would be like to feel Kevin’s back muscles tense beneath her fingers. She took a sharp breath, staring at the jeans she held in her hand.

“Wow, Kev,” she said, painfully aware that she was tagging his name to the end of everything she said. She wondered if he noticed. Maybe he just thought she enjoyed saying his na-wait, that was the real reason. Maybe he thought something else then.

“What?” Kevin asked, watching in mild interest as Stella stuck her hands into a pair of his jeans, wigging her finger through the hole he has torn in the knee from power-sliding.

“I don’t know,” she said, not really sure why she even said “wow, Kev” in the first place. She felt really stupid right now. Kevin didn’t say anything, instead he reached out to touch the hole in his jeans. Stella swallowed, painfully aware that his hand was now touching hers. She didn’t know if he meant to do that…or…

She watched his hand, slowly smoothing over the tear in the jeans, all the while his skin touching hers. It was like a whisper, she could barely feel it, but she knew it was still there. She was getting goosebumps. She watched as he pulled the jeans from her hand and placed his palm against hers. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could feel it in her throat. She was pretty sure her own beads of sweat were forming now.

He laced his fingers with hers and she finally looked up at him, eyes locking. His lips curled into a smile. The kind of smile that only Kevin Lucas new how to give. Completely aloof, yet still…he knew what he was doing.

“This-” Stella said, watching as his eyes flickered from her own eyes to her lips, “this doesn’t change anything, Kev,” she whispered, wanting him to know that if he kissed her nothing would change between them. They would still have the same relationship they had now, he would be her best friend’s brother and she would be his stylist.

“I want to,” he responded, letting her know that he understood. Then he did it, he leaned across the mess of sewing supplies and patching materials and he kissed her. It wasn’t the weak kneed kind of kiss she knew she’d experience with Joe. It wasn’t the spark-less kiss she had felt with Van Dyke. This kiss, was a mixture of both, somewhere in the middle.

Her heart fluttered as he pushed farther into the kiss, practically climbing on top of her. It was like he knew what she wanted. She held onto his back to remain in her slanted position, she felt his muscles tense and she almost moaned. She wondered if this was what it would be like to feel Joe against her.

Kevin had her completely against the floor now, somehow able to press his body against hers completely without crushing her beneath him. A second later, just as Stella thought she was going to explode, he pulled away from her slowly, panting. She watched him, her eyes locking with his, pleading silently for him to continue, to stay there on top of her.

It was breathtaking to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Even if he wasn’t Joe, she was sure he was a close second. He was the closest she was able to get right now. Kevin smiled sadly, surrendering to her silent request. He leaned in again, planting soft kisses against her jaw and trailing them down her neck. She moaned Joe’s name before she could stop herself and Kevin pulled away from her, eyes locking once more.

“I know,” he told her aloud, accepting her silent apology.

“One last time?” She asked, moving her hands up his back to tangle them in this curly dark hair. He sighed and smiled, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

He wasn’t Joe, but this certainly was good practice.

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Uhm. Yeah. So. Stuff happened. I should really be asleep right now, but instead I’m up obsessing over It is Written’s fanfics. Curses. Why are you such a good writer? Enjoy this story… I swear I’ll update something else sometime. And maybe stop bombarding your e-mail inboxes with story alerts. Maybe.

Even Better: Chapter 5 & 6 (The conclusion)

So I’m trying to get everything updated. Everything I haven’t updated for awhile. I might just call Unfaithful finished. I like the way it ended and inspiration is few and far between. If you don’t already know I’m grounded from the internet. It’s also my birthday today so yay me 8D.

This if for thiscoffeeshop and mandydoesntknow (Mandy-whose birthday is the day before mine) and the DACE girls (who have been an amazing support!) And to everyone who has reviewed! You guys are the best!

Even Better

Chapter Five


Two hours before the ball and he didn’t have a date. Not that he had been looking, he wanted to go with Macy but she was preoccupied with kissing his older brother and being generally adorable. She was distracting him. Which, in hindsight, was probably why he didn’t bother looking for a date. He was certain the search would be much better if he didn’t have a certain adorable sporty brunette to worry about. It might’ve been even easier to find a date if she didn’t spend every waking moment as his house, curled up on his couch…nestled snugly against his stupid older brother. Jealousy was a funny thing.

The past few weeks had been awful, terrible, incredibly tough. Not just because Macy was at his house all the time, but because she and Stella thought it would be fun to drag him along on shopping trips to shop for dress fabric or whatever. He wasn’t into it and that’s what he tried telling them, but Stella insisted. And you know how persuasive she can be. Then, when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he still hadn’t found a date! Again, not that he was looking, but it’d be nice to have a date to the “social event of the year” as Stella referred to it.

“Nick!” Stella called from upstairs where she and Macy were getting ready. Joe and Kevin were getting ready in his parents room to give the girls privacy. Nick shouldbe changing with his brothers, but instead he’s on dress duty. Which is a lot less awesome than it sounds. He had to make sure nothing went wrong when the girls were changing. Which was kind of a cover for “Nick, we don’t want you in the room with us (since it was smaller than theirs), so go wait on Stella and Macy while we change”. His brothers were delightful.

“Yes, Stella?” He asked, trying to sound, well, not annoyed, but it wasn’t working. Stella ignored his annoyance. Out of the goodness of her heart. Supposedly.

“Come up here and zip me up,” she called and Nick sighed.

“Why can’t Macy do it?” Nick asked. Walking towards the stairs, despite his comment.

“She’s still getting ready,” Stella responded. Nick sighed again, wondering why he knew what she was going to say before she said it. He climbed the stairs, almost dragging his feet. He wasn’t looking forward to helping Stella get ready. Especially since she and Macy had carted him all over heck and creation to look at the things they bought and give his opinion. They knew he was going to just say everything looked “good”, didn’t they? Maybe not.

“Okay, Stella,” he said, reaching the top of the stairs, “I’m here to assist you in getting your dress on.” He lazily made his way towards the blonde who stood in the center of the room.

“About time,” Stella said, holding the dress against her body. Nick sighed a third time, he felt like freaking Cinderella and he wasn’t quite sure why. He stopped walking when he stood close enough behind Stella to grab the top of her dress, holding it together with one hand while with the other he zipped it up. Stella sighed with relief, turning to face him.

“How do I look?” She asked, flashing him a totally Stella smile. Nick withheld a gasp, taking in the intricate designs on her dress. It was stunning. Stella looked gorgeous in white, some pink accessories completing the outfit.

“Fantastic,” he responded, in awe of how she looked. He couldn’t wait to see Joe’s fa-

Macy walked out of the bathroom, a red gown fitting snug against her body, showing off every curve. Nick’s jaw dropped, if Stella looked fantastic, Macy looked incredible, gorgeous, fabulous, amazing, any other adjective to describe her beauty. She smiled at him when she noticed he was there and he felt his heart race. She turned around, showing him the back of the dress where he noticed a short train that began between her back and her rear and went all the way to the floor. Not that he was staring, of course.

“Can you tie this, Nick?” She asked and Nick allowed his eyes to travel upwards to her exposed back and he swallowed. Stella knew how to make a damn good dress.

“Of course,” he responded, that’s what he was there for right? He crossed the room and grabbed the ribbon that tied the dress around her neck and tied it in a perfect bow. Then, as he stood back, admiring his work he had an overwhelming urge to reach out and slide his fingers down her back. An urge that he gave into, way before he could stop himself.

Her back was smooth. The skin felt good, right, beneath his fingers. She shivered, turning around and staring at him with confused eyes.

“You had something on your back,” he managed to choke out, thoughts going crazy. She smiled at him.

“Thanks for, uh, getting it,” she responded.

“Anytime,” he said. This moment was getting more awkward than he could handle.

“Alright, Nick,” Stella said, clapping her hands together, “thanks for helping us. You can go get ready now. Bye.” She forced him from the room, pushing him towards one of the three fire poles.

“You’re welco-” he began, but Stella shoved him again and he had to grab into the fire pole to save himself from plummeting to his death. Well, sort of to his death. Stella always got a little controlling when she was getting ready for a social event, so he would try not to being up the fact that she very nearly killed him anytime in the near future.


By the time he had finished getting ready, everyone else had already gone. It was no surprise, Stella was hosting the event and, well, that really only excused Stella and Joe. Not that he was upset that Macy and Kevin had already left. That just made going to the ball alone that much easier. Or did it make it harder? His thoughts were a jumbled mess of emotions and memories of Macy. A lot of memories of Macy.

He got into his car, setting his mask in the seat next to him and made his way towards the building where the ball was to be held. This was going to be an interesting night. Nick Lucas arriving stag to the Stella-proclaimed “social event of the year”. Not that they’d know it was him, he would be wearing a mask. Who was he kidding? He was easy to spot. One look at his hair ought to give him away.

He arrived at the building, minutes later, parking his car and making his way towards the entrance. He wasn’t looking forward to this, walking into a ball alone. Not that he wanted to walk into the ball with anyone but Macy on his arm either. Tonight was proving to be rather difficult.

And it didn’t help that he was dressed like a prince without a princess.


Short, I know, but I wanted to at least update something. And to suburbs and farietaleredux, you guys are amazing writers. I can only aspire to be half as amazing as you are. Ohhh. You guys rock!

Read and Review.

Hi guys! I’m not dead. How cool is that. I kinda wanted to finish this, even though I have ZERO inspiration at all ever lately. I can’t even write original stuff. Hope this is good enough for you guys.

Even Better

Chapter Six


When Nick opened the door, walking into the front lobby of the building, the first thing he noticed were the intricate decorations. This was no doubt a Stella event, he could tell from how beautiful and just perfect everything looked. He smirked to himself, despite the intense heartache and loneliness he felt entering this building so full of beauty with no Macy to make this worthwhile.

He stood outside the lobby door for a good minute, talking himself in to walking inside. He really didn’t want to, it was one thing to arrive single with a group of friends, but arriving stag alone? He mentally cursed Stella, Joe and Kevin for making him come, for making sure that JONAS played a show tonight. This was heart wrenching for him. Thinking about how his stupid brother didn’t even notice his infatuation with Macy. How could he?

Nick sighed, pacing the floor. That wasn’t fair, was it? It honestly just wasn’t fair for him to think of Kevin so negatively. His brother obviously didn’t know of his feelings for Macy because Macy didn’t even know of his feelings for Macy. Nick wasn’t even sure he knew for certain until Kevin showed an interest to Macy’s interest. Why did his life have to be so confusing?

From inside Nick’s pant pocket, his cell phone began to ring. His ringtone was old fashioned this week, an antique telephone ring. Or as antique as it could get on a smart phone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Stella. Of course it was Stella because according to the clock, he was 5 minutes late for JONAS’s performance.

“Hello…Stella I…?” Nick asked, bracing himself for the yelling, the screaming, the clawing, the…

“Nick?” Nick froze when he heard her voice. Macy’s voice.

“Macy…I…Uh…” He stuttered.

“Nick we’re all really worried…why haven’t you arrived yet? You’re never late for a show. We expect that from Joe, but…” Macy’s voice trails off and Nick’s heart throbs in his chest.

“Macy I’m…I…I…wasn’t…” Nick can’t even get a word out, he’s so tongue tied. So instead he slips inside the door to the ballroom, hanging up his phone and putting it back into his pocket. He doesn’t want to sing, he doesn’t want to play an instrument…not tonight. He’s not even sure if he can, not with the way he feels. Not with the things he’s thinking about Macy.

“I think he hung up,” he hears someone say and he turns and sees her standing there in that breathtaking backless red gown. He can’t even breathe as he watches her pass a phone back to Stella.

Oh my God, he thinks, heart racing, palms sweating…Macy….

“Great,” Stella says, stomping her foot. Now where are the other two knuckleheads?” Macy shrugs, looking out into the crowd.

“It doesn’t help that every single guy here looks the same, Stel,” Macy remarks, and Stella huffs.

“Just go find your boyfriend and let me deal with Joe.” Macy blushes when Stella refers to Kevin as her boyfriend because she hadn’t ever really called him that herself. But, that’s what he was, right? Her boyfriend.

“Okay,” she responds and Nick feels a twinge in his heart and a lump in his throat. Her boyfriend.

“Kevin?” Macy calls out questioningly into the crowd, but no one answers her, “KEEEVVVIIIN?” she calls again, way louder this time. His brother would’ve had to have been deaf not to he—

“There you are!” Macy says, grabbing his arm, “Couldn’t you hear me, Kev?”

“I-I…” Nick stammers. Macy smiles up at him and squeezes his bicep.

“It is really loud in here,” Macy comments, having to shout a little over the music the DJ was playing and the chatter all around them.

“Y…yeah,” Nick says, voice cracking and Macy giggles. He can’t even process what’s happening, just that her touch is…so…he sighs and smiles at her.

“C’mon,” Macy says, “let’s go see if Stella found Joe and then I guess we can try Nick again since he’s still not here.” Macy grabs his hand and chews her lip.

“O..oh” Nick responds.

“Something’s been up with him lately, y’know? He seems so distant from all of us. I don’t understand what changed.” Nick’s heart is thundering in his chest now and he feels uncomfortable listening to Macy talk about him…she thinks she’s talking to Kevin. This isn’t right.

“M…macy…can…” Nick tries, but his stomach is in knots, his voice is too high pitched and doesn’t sound natural, and he just…can’t.

“Wow, Kev, you don’t sound too good…is your voice going? Stella is going to have a conniption!” She leads him backstage and glances around, Stella and the other boys aren’t back yet. Nick’s stomach lurches.

“Oh,” Macy says, “I guess she hasn’t found them…uh,” she glances around again, confused before saying “Ohhh well, guess we’ll just…wait here…” and leaning into him a little bit, smirking up at him and gazing into his brown eyes through his mask. Nick can’t even breathe.


Even Better: Chapter 3 & 4 (Psychic iTunes playlists and balls)

I thought I should update this because like, I just now realized it doesn’t have as many chapters as I thought it did. I’m probably going to be skipping ahead a bit in this chapter. That Cinderella Ball is making me want to. Gaaah. I can’t wait to get there!

Even Better

Chapter Three

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There was only a week left until the Cinderella Ball and Nick was not looking forward to it. He tried on multiple occasions to get out of going, but Stella practically had a cow.

“You have to come, Nick,” Stella said. It was the thousandth time he had begged her not to force him to come. “You and your brothers are providing the entertainment for the evening.” Nick grimaced. He had almost forgotten that he had to perform. Well, this sucked.

“I don’t have a date,” Nick told her, “I don’t want to go alone.” Stella snorted.

“Nick,” She told him, walking over to the window in his room and opening it. The sound of screaming girls pierced his ears. He winced at the sound and gave Stella a “what are you getting at?” look. Stella motioned out the window. “You’ve got a whole sea of fangirls out there, Nick,” she told him, “Just pick one.” Nick stared at Stella and sighed.

That’s not the fangirl I want,He thought bitterly, turning away from his older brother’s best friend with a hurt expression on his face and headed towards one of the three fireman poles.

“Nick?” Stella asked, confused by his reaction, “Did I say something to upset you?” Nick stopped, his back still to her as he put his hand on the railing around the poles. He gathered all of his courage and turned to look at her again.

“No,” Nick said, a slight smile, “thanks for the advice, but I don’t want to cause a riot amongst those girls. Besides, I really like this outfit.” Stella laughed. It had been so long since the boys had been attacked by their fangirls that she had almost forgotten what little clothes-shredding terrors they really were.

“Are you going stag?” She asked before adding, “because I don’t have a date. I could go with you. It’ll be like a friend thing.” Nick smirked and stared down at his sneakers.

“Thanks for the offer, Stells,” He said, “But I have someone else in mind.”

“Who?” Stella asked, eyebrows raised. Nick wracked his brain for a name, any name. He didn’t want Stella to think that he was lying to her, even though he was. He just didn’t want to have to go with Stella. He couldn’t go with Stella. Any other time he would’ve accepted her offer, but now that he knew how bad it hurt to see one of your brothers with the girl you had fallen for…He couldn’t do that to Joe.

“Penny,” he blurted, automatically feeling stupid for saying it.

“Penny?” Stella asked, “didn’t she dump you and break your heart into a million pieces?” Nick winced. Way to put it lightly, Stella. “Besides,” she continued, “I heard that she’s going with Ricky.” Nick ground his teeth together. Did Stella always have to be so in tune with gossip?

“Oh,” He responded, feeling slightly embarrassed, “I’m sure I’ll figure something out then…”

“I just tol-” She stared, but he cut her off.

“Bye, Stella,” He said, running around the railing and sliding down the closest pole. Even if Stella was just trying to be nice and help him out, he couldn’t do that to Joe. Besides, he had a hunch Joe was going to ask her to go to the Cinderella thing soon anyway.

“Hey, Nick…” Joe said from where he was at the kitchen table, hunched over a couple cartons of milk. Okay, so maybe he had a little more than a hunch. Joe only drank copious amounts of milk when he was upset about something. Nick walked to the table and pulled out a chair.

“What is it, Joe?” Nick asked, taking a seat at the table.

“There’s this girl I like…” Joe said, trailing off. Nick knew where this was going.

“If you want to ask Stella to the Cinderella Ball then do it,” Nick said before Joe could continue. Joe stared at his brother in shock.

“Pfft.” Joe said, nervousness washing over his features, “I don’t want to ask Stella. What makes you think I’d want to go to…Stella, really?” Joe was a bad liar. Nick just shook his head and got up from the table, heading for the front door.

“Where are you going?” Joe called after him. Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere. Nick didn’t answer him. Instead, he opened the door and walked out into the cold winter air. He shoved his hands in his pockets to protect them from the cold. He just needed to get away for a little while. Maybe walking outside in the cold would help in take his mind off of Macy. Or at least give Joe the chance to ask Stella to the Cinderella Ball. That way he wouldn’t feel bad for declining her offer to go as friends.

“Hey, Nick!” He heard someone call out to him. He turned around, seeing Macy running to catch up with him.

“Macy?” Nick asked, checking his surroundings to make sure he was where he thought he was, “What’re you doing out here?”

“Kevin invited me over,” she said, a bit breathless.

“Oh…” He said, “why?”

“Operation get Joe to ask Stella,” she responded simply, “You want to help us?” Nick chuckled.

“No,” he said, he didn’t think he could stand seeing Macy and Kevin together anymore than he had to, “you two go ahead, I was just about to go for a walk.” Macy arched an eyebrow at him.

“It’s freezing out here, Nick,” Macy said, “Are you insane?” Nick stared at her in shock for a moment.

“Uh,” he said, “the cold doesn’t really bother me, but thanks for the concern…” he trailed off, staring down at the ground awkwardly.

“Come on, Nick,” Macy said, “Don’t you want to see me and Kevin shove Stella and Joe into a closet or something? It’ll be fun.” Her persuading was making it harder for him to continue with his earlier plan to go on a walk to clear his head.

“That would be a funny thing to watch…” Nick admitted, still staring at his shoes. Macy leaned forward, bending slightly so her face was in his field of vision. He took a step back.

“So you’ll help us?” She asked, a big smile on her face. Nick swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He loved that smile.

“Okay,” Nick said. Macy clapped her hands together and jumped once to show her excitement. Nick swallowed hard when she reached down and took his hand, leading him back towards the firehouse. “This is going to be awesome.”

Nick wondered what he had just gotten himself into.

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My iTunes is psychic. Right when I typed “That’s not the fangirl I want, He thought bitterly” the song Can’t Have You by the Jonas Brothers started playing. Pretty freaky if you ask me. I apologize for the OOC. And yay, Joella chapter! I had to put this in as a filler.

Even Better

Chapter Four


Helping Kevin and Macy get Stella and Joe to admit their feelings would be even better if he didn’t have to watch Kevin and Macy look at each other all googly-eyed in the process.

He didn’t even think their plan was working, but they weren’t doing much planning as it was anyway. They just kept glancing at each other shyly and blushing and looking away. Nick didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or vomit. He supposed he wanted to do both.

“So,” Nick said after they had looked at each other and blushed for the millionth time that evening, “How’re we doing this?” The two looked at him, shrugging their shoulders. This was not going the way he had hoped. He hoped that this would help get her off of his mind. But he supposed that working with her might’ve been poor judgment on his part.

He bit his lip, glaring at the floor. This must’ve been what they needed him for; they wanted him to be the one to come up with a plan. He could see where they were coming from. Because, let’s face it, Kevin wasn’t the best person to go to for coming up with plans. Nick sighed and stood up, marching into the kitchen and staring down at his older brother. Did he have to do everything around here?

“Joe,” Nick said, noticing that there were more milk cartons littered all over the table, and Joe’s head was resting against his arm. He groaned, turning his head slightly to the side, letting Nick know he had heard him.

“Go upstairs and ask Stella to the Cinderella ball or I swear I’m gonna do it myself.” Joe sat up quickly and glared at his younger brother.

“Not cool, man!” He yelled and Nick resisted the urge to smirk.

“I’m serious,” Nick said, “I’m going to ask Stella if you don’t. Just think of how amazing she’s going to look in her gown…” he trailed off. Joe looked completely freaked.

“You wouldn’t ask her to the ball,” Joe said, “You wouldn’t.” Nick crossed his arms.

“Someone else asked the girl I wanted to go with,” he said, “so…give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go with Stella.”

“Because!” Joe shouted, getting up from the table, and moving so he was in his little brother’s face. Nick held his ground, staring back at Joe, his face completely serious.

“Because isn’t an answer,” Nick responded, smirking at his older brother. Joe cried out and stomped his foot in frustration. Nick turned away from his brother and started towards the stairs that lead to their room.

“I’m gonna go ask her right now,” Nick said, “I’m sure she’ll say yes. Seeing as how no one else wants to ask her.” He heard Joe huff behind him, but he made no motion to move from his spot. “Besides, earlier she asked me if I wanted to go with her. You know since no one else had asked her.” Nick continued towards the stairs, hoping his brother would bite soon.

“Whatever, man!” He said, pushing past his younger brother and heading up the stairs. Nick just chuckled lightly. Who knew bringing competition into this would make Joe finally ask Stella out? Oh right. He did.

He turned around, brushing his shoulders off and heading back into the living room where Kevin and Macy were beaming at him.

“That was perfect, Nick,” Macy said, bounding up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Nick laughed nervously, hugging her back as she jumped up and down against him. He looked over at his oldest brother, trying to get his mind off of the cute brunette that was jumping up and down happily.

“High five, dude,” Kevin said, holding up his hand. Nick smiled, slapping his brother’s hand. Macy stayed against him for a few seconds longer before she pulled away and pulled her cell phone, which had just vibrated, out of her pocket.

“It’s a text from, Stella!” Macy shrieked. Kevin and Nick leaned in, reading over her shoulder as she opened it.

Omg, Macy. Joe just asked me to the Cinderella Ball. I can’t wait to get started on our dresses! We’re going to look amazing!. –Stella.

Macy squealed, hugging Nick again. Nick bit his lip and sighed as he hugged her back. His heart was racing and he found himself wondering why Macy thought it was a good idea to hug him.

Sure, he was the one who had made it possible that Joe and Stella had finally(sort of) gotten together, but that didn’t mean she needed to—he swallowed—press her warm body against his and…rest her head on his shoulder. Her scent assaulted his nostrils and he took a shaky breath.

“This is going to be so awesome,” she said. He could feel her breath against his neck and he almost whimpered. Goosebumps had appeared on his skin. He held his breath.

“Yeah,” Nick said, closing his eyes for a moment to try and clear this whole scene out of his head. He needed to escape from what was going on. And he needed to do it without hurting Macy by shoving her away. But even when he closed his eyes he could still feel her body against his. He could still feel her breathing against his neck.

“Group hug,” he heard his oldest brother announce from behind him, wrapping his arms around both him and Macy. Nick sighed.

Didn’t he know he was making his a lot harder than it should’ve been? Didn’t they know that the girl he had wanted to take (that got asked by someone else) was the girl that was hugging him right now?

No, he guessed they didn’t know. He really should learn to voice his feelings better.

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It seems a little rushed or whatever. I’m kinda swamped in stories right now. So many ideas keep happening! Haaa. I should stop txting! Just kidding. I love the girls I text. Cayce, Laxmi, Mandy…I love you girls =).