KAYLEIGH BASTARD PUGET

It seems I never bother coming on here anymore. I know I haven't been making an effort. Every time I say I'ma sort things out, I don't. Well.. Maybe my so-called friends on here have to make an effort too. I'm not just talking about buzz and comments -- that's just a bonus of this site. I'm talking about the fact all of the people on here that said they were my friends have all stopped talking to me. I don't ask for people to constantly look at my things and leave shitloads of comments on everything. Comments have ceased to mean anything to me now. It's friendship that matters and -- somewhere along the line -- I've lost all the friends I had on here. So.. What I'm getting at is that, if you want to still be friends, just leave me a message or a note. Say hi. Tell me how you've been and what you've been up to. Don't worry about how long it is or how boring you might think you're being. I'm truly, honestly interested in what you all have to say about your lives.

I just want my friends back.

I might try to get more active on here again. I might not. I'm not good at keeping my promises. I might go around and comment some photos and get back in the loop. But at the moment I feel like I'm not deserving of my Buzznet Original badge. I feel like I have to put some work in. I don't know if I will.. I may even just delete my account altogether cause damn.. There's probably someone out there that deserves to be Original more than I do.

So yeah. I'm giving it a couple of weeks. Then my account is going.
Talk if you want to stay in touch, or if you want me to keep my profile.

I guess at the end of this I will know who my friends are.

-- Kayleigh

I woke up the next morning, groggy and disorientated. A deep, hot pain inside me reminded me of what had happened, and a secretive, bashful smile found it's way to my face. I rolled over in bed and saw that Jade was still sleeping, curled up in a protective ball. I ran one finger lightly across his bare shoulder; he stirred a little, sniffling, but didn't wake. I let him sleep on, replaying the night before over and over in my head. Every single burst of pain, as bright and exquisite as the last. Every breath, every scream, every wave of absolute pleasure. I shook my head slightly as the memories became a little too vivid, and touched Jade's shoulder again. He groaned and grumbled and finally opened his eyes. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. The same shy smile on my face was mirrored onto his, and I laughed softly.

"Good morning, beautiful." he whispered, kissing me once on the lips. We lay there for a long time, our hands finding one another and entwining, kissing gently in the fresh morning-light coming through Jade's curtains. I never wanted to move from that spot; being with Jade felt so nice and so right, so perfectly perfect. But he pulled away and made to get out of bed.

"Jade-"

"We have to get up, you know. Does the word 'school' mean anything to you?" he said with a jaunty wink. I laughed a little and shook my head, joking. We got dressed and brushed our teeth together, like a real couple. But my happiness was short-lived; Jade changed completely on the school bus, around his friends. He made comments that he may have thought were jokes, but that hurt me inside. I tried to smile along weakly as he talked loudly about the previous night. I couldn't have forseen this behaviour; it was as if the act hadn't meant anything to him at all. It was like he was just counting up notches on his bedpost and that it wasn't a secret, sensual thing we had together.

I didn't even say goodbye when we got to school, just rushed off to my first lesson with tears in my eyes. I couldn't concentrate however, and couldn't stop myself doodling hearts in my schoolbooks, carefully adding the initials JP in script-like writing. Each time I caught myself doing this, I'd scribble out the heart angrily, causing people around me to stare. I found myself boiling with rage at Jade's attitude towards what had happened; for me, it had been my first time, it had been sensual and perfect and everything I'd hoped. To him it just seemed like a bit of a laugh, nothing more than a game to relay to his friends the morning after. I stood up suddenly, making people stare more, and began to stuff my things into my bag. Muttering something about feeling unwell, I left the classroom and stormed away across the school field. I was going that way, sort of hoping Jade would be skipping lessons and would see me. I didn't cry however; I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"Hey, Davey!" Predictably enough, Jade's voice rang out as I walked past the place where he and his friends goofed off. I didn't even look at him - he could do the running for once. And - to my utmost amazement - he did; he ran after me and grabbed hold of my arm. I turned forcefully and slapped him across the face. The sound echoed around the field and Jade's friends exploded into peals of laughter.

"YOU LOT CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP ASWELL!" I raged, turning to them. They quailed under my furious stare; all of a sudden, I felt extremely powerful. I knew I could do anything I wanted, and wrenched my arm from Jade's slackened grip.

"What the HELL was that for!?" Jade asked; he sounded extremely angry, dangerous even, but I didn't care; my own white-hot anger was pounding in my temples, giving me a headache.

"I think you already know. Or are you really as arrogant as you look?" I asked in a low voice.

"Wh- Oh, right.. The sex, huh?"

"Not the sex. The fact that you went and blabbed off as soon as we got on the bus. Do you not respect anyone's privacy!?"

"Not really, no." Jade said, and I hit him before he had a chance to smile, or laugh, or do something cute that would make me forgive him. This time it wasn't a slap; it was a full-blown punch. He reeled back - I had no idea I had such strength in me! He looked at me venomously, spitting blood from his mouth, and said,

"I thought you wanted it."

"I wanted you!!" I screamed, losing control. "I WANTED YOU, BUT I ALSO WANTED YOU TO KEEP YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH SHUT ABOUT IT!!"

"WELL, SORRY IF I'M PROUD TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU!!" he screamed back, and I could see his bright eyes getting brighter, realised they were filling with tears. I hated myself for making him cry, but a part of it felt he deserved it.

"Are you done hitting me?" he asked. I nodded sourly, and he pulled me into his arms. I let him, but refused to hug him back. Jade's friends were still cat-calling and jeering, and I appreciated it when Jade turned his head and hollered at them to shut up. Maybe it was the tears, or because his voice cracked as he yelled, that made them stop. I didn't care, really; I just buried my face into Jade's jacket and apologised quietly.

"Don't be sorry.. You had every right to be mad at me. I've been nothing but a dick to you from the start."

"No-"

"Yes, Davey. I have. Don't even try to defend me. May I come over tonight? Just to.. Try to explain." he sighed heavily and shakily, and I held him tighter against me.

"You can. But don't stay." I mumbled, still trying to cling to some of the power I felt. He agreed that it was probably best for him to sleep at his house that night, and I nodded wearily, to tired to bother speaking. It was as though our shouting match had taken everything out of me.

***

"Forgive me?" he asked at the end of a day spent goofing off, of Jade constantly cuddling me close to him and refusing to speak to anyone else.

"Maybe." I replied, before walking away from the boy I'd often dreamed about.

Oh God, what is with me and a shitload of drama in my stories!?! It could quite possibly reflect my real life in an indirect way. This is my excuse for another long and annoying absence; I have been involved in tonnes of drama and other idiotic things that have just been a pointless waste of time at the end of the day. I'm attempting to re-activate myself here on Buzznet. I'm thinking of finishing off this story for the people who want to read the rest of it (if there's still anyone XD I don't blame you at all if you got bored and gave up on me) and then I might take a 'break' - I put the word in airquotes because I think - during this 'break' - I will go through every single thing I've posted on Buzznet and have a great big purge. In other words, I'm going to delete a tonne of things that I don't want on my page anymore. I did this to my YouTube account last night (www.youtube.com/trashmouthX) and get this -- I started with 126 videos. Now I have about 89 XD So expect a similar purge upon my Buzznet uploads.

Then, after that monumental task is done, I think I will sort my remaining files into different galleries. To be honest, I've never really bothered with galleries on here, so I will work on that so that my things are more accessible. Then I may, if you're all lucky, start up a new Javey. But I think I'll rest on it for now seeing as I almost abandoned this one halfway through. Finally, there will be a huge revamp on my page and I will release details of a new aspiration that if you've been reading my blog (www.shygirlslose.blogspot.com) you may have already heard about -- I mentioned it in passing a few times.

Anywhore, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will get the next one to you ASAP. I'm making Buzznet one of my top cleaning-up priorities, now that my room is completely tidy XD I hope I don't disappear again -__-'

I was alarmed when I realised no one was in Jade's house that evening. We were alone and - as darkness fell outside - I felt a little uneasy. We'd already dropped by my house to pick up some things and Jade had charmed mom into letting me stay over. He was good at charming people; his smile was dazzling and disarming and usually got him whatever he wanted. Presently, he was collapsing onto the couch and inviting me to sit beside him. I did, shyly and tentatively.

"Hey, what're you clamming up for? It's just us now; don't be shy." he crooned at me, pulling me onto his lap. I sat there, but didn't relax - I couldn't. I was afraid of what may happen between us. He sensed this and said,

"Nothing you're not ready for baby. I promise."

"This is just happening so.. Fast." I mumbled, looking away from him. I felt embarrassed at my own awkwardness, wished I could somehow banish all the doubts I was having. He turned my face back to his and kissed me for a little while; I didn't resist. Resisting Jade would have been impossible anyway, so I gladly joined in with the kiss.

"It's love. That's why it's fast, angel. This is real love." he told me softly, his eyes bright, a small smile on his full, pouting lips. I traced those lustrious lips with my finger, loving them, loving everything about him. He shivered ever so slightly as I did this, and his eyes closed. I kissed his lips a few times - small, innocent pecks - then carried on with my exploring. My fingers traced the defined lines of his cheekbones, his jawline. They dropped to his collar bone, pulling back his t-shirt slightly to follow the curve of the bone. He shivered again and moaned softly. It was empowering, knowing that I was making him feel good, so I leaned down and kissed his collar bone. He gasped and his hands gripped my waist as I planted kisses all the way from his neck to his earlobe. I kissed him on the lips again, not knowing what the hell I was doing, but finding that it was coming naturally, and bit down on his bottom lip. Another moan let me know I was doing the right thing.

"Oh Davey." he whispered urgently, as I pressed closer to him and kept kissing him. Everything felt so sensual in that moment - the tension, the romance, the passion, the lust. All of it seemed to be right there, all around us like lightning. I felt myself wanting him. Wanting him like I knew he wanted me. For once, I had the power over him. I wasn't the shy, blushing boy I was at school; I was dominating him for a change, and he seemed to like it. He kept moaning and saying my name, and it felt so good to be kissing him and running my hands through his thick, beautiful hair.

"Touch me." he mumbled suddenly, and I pulled away, suddenly unsure. He wasn't looking at me. On the contrary, his eyes were closed in bliss and he was still smiling. My lips were tingling from the non-stop kissing and I tried to conjure up how I'd felt; the dominance, the lust. I leaned forward, not knowing where I was going to kiss him, but knowing it had to be intimate, it had to be a turn-on. I couldn't ruin it now. I ended up pulling back again, just to think about it. I shifted off his lap and beside him; his eyes were still closed, but his smile faltered a little, as if he thought I was chickening out. No fear. I leaned down and kissed him, just above his right knee. A gasping laugh escaped his lips at this point, and the powerful feeling came back from nowhere; I kissed my way from his knee up to the fly on his jeans then stopped, pulling away again. Not nervous this time, just wanting to tease him.

"Davey please.." was all he could muster from his lack of breath. I let out a soft laugh, and the frown forming on his face betrayed his frustration.

"Ohh, Jade. What's wrong?" I asked, mocking him. Dominating him.

"You know what's wrong." he growled; I noticed he was shaking, shaking all over. And I loved it. I loved watching him that way, feeling all the intoxicating feelings I had inside me, and knowing I'd made him that way. I loved listening to his shuddering breaths, the whimpers and moans coming from the back of his throat. And I leaned forward and kissed his neck, so softly it was like a feather-touch. He let out the loudest groan yet and said,

"God damn it. Where have you been all my life?"

Oh my goodness. This was almost softcore porn @_@ I felt like spicing it up a bit and giving Davey a sexy side that no one knew about. Hell, even he didn't seem to know about it XD Hope you liked this chapter.

Oh and don't say Happy Valentines to me ok? It'll only make me angry.

The very next day was when my life dissolved into madness. Suddenly, everyone knew who I was and everyone wanted to talk to me. Girls in my grade would bop up in groups of twos and threes and ask me if I was with Jade. Each time, I shook my head, bewildered. I tried in vain to find Jade in the first half of the day, but to no avail; once again he was leaving me in the lurch, but this time I had people swarming me every time I walked down the corridors. My English teacher put half the class in detention cause nobody would listen. They were all too busy pestering me about my so-called boyfriend.

"Davey! Davey, wait up!"

"Yeah sure, I'm just going to the bathrooms to make out with my boyfriend some more." I said angrily, spinning around to hit whoever wanted to talk this time. I almost died when I realised it was Jade, standing in front of me with an amused smile on his face. He looked wonderful that day, dressed in tight black jeans and a dark denim jacket with a pink t-shirt. My eyes roved his body, taking in every detail, and - as usual - a flush crept up into my cheeks.

"Who's this boyfriend you're talking about?" he asked, drawing closer. He didn't seem to notice that everything in the corridor had come to a standstill; people were staring at us, nudging each other and whispering. I desperately wanted to ask Jade if we could go somewhere more private, but I couldn't even breathe, let alone speak. He put one hand gently under my chin, leaned down and kissed me, just as gently, on the lips. A collective gasp whispered around the corridor, but Jade didn't seem to hear. He just drew me closer and kissed me again. I fell into it this time, finding I didn't care much for what everyone else thought of us.

"Puget!" the authorative voice rang out and I jumped as if shot. Dragging my lips away from Jade, I looked around wildly; my eyes came to rest on our principal striding towards us, and I blushed furiously, looking down at the floor. The kids in the corridor were completely silent; it was as if they were holding their breath.

"Hi sir." Jade said arrogantly, with a confident smile.

"Hello Jade. Might I ask you to tone down the PDA with a junior?" the principal asked, and I was shocked to see he was smiling. Jade laughed aloud - I wondered if he and the principal were sharing a private joke about me and kept my eyes to the floor - and replied,

"Sure thing. I just get a little over-the-top when I see Davey. Isn't he wonderful?" Jade's gently, coaxing hand was under my chin again, forcing me to look up. I couldn't quite meet the principal's eyes, but - to my astonishment - he laughed too.

"All I can see is that you're scaring the poor boy to death!" he boomed, clapping me on the back. It hurt a little, but I smiled wanly as if tired by Jade's affection. This made everyone laugh some. I couldn't believe it; a whole corridor of people were laughing because of me! And they were actually laughing with me, rather than at me.

"Well, get to your lessons kids. Come on!" the principal chuckled, patting Jade paternally on the shoulder.

"How did you get away with that?" I asked as Jade slid his hand into mine and started leading me to my lesson. He shrugged, and I noticed he wasn't smiling anymore. On the contrary, there was a slight frown forming on his face. By the time we got to my lesson, he had a black look on his face that seemed to dull the bright summer colours of the day.

"Jade?"

"Get in your lesson, honey. I don't want you to be kept behind cause of me." he said, not meeting my eyes.

"Are you sure you're-"

"Ok?" he laughed, but without humour or a smile. "Of course I'm ok.. I'm always ok."

"No you're not."

"Look, Davey, I don't wanna get mad at you. Just go inside." his demand was so brisk and so cold, I just obeyed him without question. He caught my hand just before I went inside, pulled me close and kissed me for a long time. Then he left and I felt cold and alone. I walked into the class to raucous applause from those that had been present in the corridor.

"Don't." I said shyly, blushing, and sat at my desk as the teacher tried in vain to calm everyone down. For the whole lesson, girls kept asking me if Jade was a good kisser, what starsign he was, if he played any instruments, if he was good in bed. I spluttered at this latter question and screeched,

"How am I supposed to know that!?"

"Oh.. You haven't done anything." they said, sounding disappointed, and I felt myself getting hot under the collar. Even if Jade and I had done anything, I wouldn't have told those stupid whores.

By the end of the day, I realised why Jade sometimes had a dark frown upon his face, why he sometimes looked fatigued and drained; all the attention was tiring, answering constant questions was futile. I caught up with him at the gates, and he held me with a genuine, content smile on his face. I loved seeing him look so happy because of me and nuzzled against his jacket with a soft whimper.

"You ok, angelface?" he asked me, looking into my eyes. I tiptoed to kiss him and nodded. He looked happy, so I dismissed the black look that had been on his face earlier.

"Come over mine tonight, Davey?"

Oh dear. You always know that question is a euphemism for something more sinister >;D

I didn't want to go to school the next day, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jade. I decided I couldn't have looked for him properly and that there was probably a perfectly rational explanation to his bizarre behaviour. So off I went, groggy and scruffy, and arrived at school on time, as usual. Trudging through the doors, I stifled a yawn on the back of my hand; I'd spent half the night crying and laying awake, yearning for Jade, wishing I had his number or his address or some way of contacting him.

"Davey!" I spun around when I heard my name, and my heart stopped when I saw Jade slouching towards me. I felt my heart swell, but at the same time my eyes burned and I felt white-hot anger; how could he act normal after the way he'd treated me? I swallowed hard and said,

"Hallo Jade." He smiled and scooped me into his arms when he was close enough. I let him, but I didn't hug him back. I didn't really want to.

"What's up? Aren't we friends anymore?" he asked, holding me at arm's length and studying my face, upturned to his, like a flower to the sun. He smiled and it broke my heart to shards; I cleared my throat and pulled away from him with dignity. He laughed and I said,

"I don't think disappearing without a trace and worrying someone to death is funny, myself." Jade gawped at me for a while, just stared for ages. I wanted to tell him to back up; he was far too close and people were beginning to look around at us with bemused expressions on their faces.

"That was cold, Davey." he said, his voice empty. I looked down, feeling ashamed; I never really stood up to people and I felt guilty now I had.

"I had to sort myself out. I thought something was happening and I thought I didn't want it to.. But I kinda do, y'know? I kinda like the whole.. Danger.. Y'know, how wrong it is?"

"Jade, I'm sorry, but you're clinically insane. What are you talking about?" I couldn't stop myself from smiling; his stammering and stuttering was endearing to me.

"I don't actually know, Dave." he said with a cackle and threw his arm around me. He walked me to my lesson and gave me the longest, most lust-charged hug I'd ever had and secretly planted a lingering kiss on my neck afterwards; my body seemed to set alight, and I made a sort of groaning noise that I'd never heard come from me before. Jade smiled in that knowing way again
(IknowyouwantmeDaveyandIwantyouandwewillhaveeachotherifIhavemywayIknowyouwantme-)
and it drove me insane. I quickly stepped into the art studio and sat down. I decided to get lost in my art, as I often did. But today, the almost-cloying aroma of paint and the scratching of the pencil on the expensive cartridge paper didn't thrill me as it usually did. Instead, I found myself thinking of how his lips had felt on my neck
(I kinda like the whole.. Danger.. Y'know, how wrong it is?)
and how it had felt so wrong, and yet so right at the same time. I absent-mindedly brushed the skin on my neck, wondering if it would feel any different. It didn't, and I was glad. I didn't want anyone to know. Not yet.

I found Jade on his own in the lunchbreak, which was a surprise. He beckoned to me, and I went to him obediently. It didn't even occur to me to disobey him; he was just so powerful in a subtle way.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, looking around for his gang.

"I told them I wanted to be alone with you. Let's walk." Jade said mysteriously, and I followed him without question.He walked me to the other side of the playing field; we didn't talk at all, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was charged, electric. Occasionally a shiver would pass through me, and I'd sneak glances at his face, turned to the ground and thoughtful. I wondered what he was thinking about and was about to ask him when he turned to face me. I closed my mouth and stopped myself from speaking; the tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. Jade placed his warm, gentle hands on my shoulders, leant down and kissed me full on the lips. Immediately, the world swam out of focus and I felt giddy. I pouted my lips slightly, not knowing what to do with them, wondering how stupid I looked with my hands by my sides; I quickly put them on his waist and closed my eyes. He kissed me once, then twice, then I kissed him, never wanting to part from him. His lips tasted sweet; I couldn't get enough of it, so ran my tongue over his bottom lip to taste him some more. He moaned softly in the back of his throat, so I think he liked it. I did it again, nonetheless, and he moaned louder this time, pulling me harder against him.

"I don't even know what I'm doing." I said between kisses, and he laughed breathlessly before embracing my lips with his once more. I wanted to stroke his hair, so I did, running my hands up his beautiful, toned body to plunge them into his wonderful, soft hair. His mouth opened slightly against mine as he gasped so softly. The moment just seemed to last forever.

Forever ended when he started to gently rock his hips against mine; I couldn't take the sudden feelings, the sudden tension, and pulled away from him, probably taking a few strands of his hair with me. He looked confused, almost hurt, and asked,

"What's wrong?"

"I er.. I don't know.. I'm not really ready for um.." I trailed off and waved my hand vaguely. Jade came over again, his beautiful full lips turning up in a half-smile, half-smirk that was so beautiful it made me tremble; I think I would have died for him in that moment.

"You will be ready eventually." he said, stroking my hair softly.

I had a horrible bout of tunnel vision.

Now I think, and don't get me wrong here, that there is something very fishy about Monsieur Puget. He disappears FOR NO REASON, then returns acting like there is nothing untoward going on. He "likes how wrong it is" - what is he talking about?????? Draw your own conclusions because I can't tell you anything. Like I've said before, they've got minds of their own, these here boyos.
Anyway, quick update on my life: My computer is a pile of absolute rubbish, I went to a very cool party last Friday, got wasted, kissed too many people. One of them told my friend Elliot the next day that I'm a good kisser which was flattering. Um, the object of my desire is ignoring me for no reason and there's too much drama going on. But surprisingly, I'm not in a bad mood about it.
Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter; sorry it took so long to punch out.

Jade was still sleeping when I woke up - I wondered if he wanted me to get him up for school or not. I opted to watch his sleeping face for a while; he looked so beautiful, so young, so untroubled. I wanted to cuddle closer, but knew that wasn't my place. Still, a nagging voice inside me said, he seems to like you a lot. I pushed the thought away and it went without a fuss. Clearing my throat softly, I stood up, too bashful to be near Jade as he awoke. His eyes fluttered open and he looked confused for a moment, sitting up and rubbing his eyes like a child. Then he looked at me and smile, his eyes still clouded with sleep, his hair standing on end.

"Hallo Jade." I said, smiling back; I couldn't help myself. He climbed out of bed, shedding his pyjamas as he went, and I turned away from his nakedness, blushing furiously but wishing I could look again. Instead I got changed, my back to Jade; when I turned around he was looking at me.

"Pervert." I said, feeling the heat rise in my face again.

"Ah shut up. It's called curiosity; you should try it sometime." he said with a jaunty wink. "Can I leave my stuff here and pick it up after school?"

"Sure." I smiled and we went downstairs, where my mom was shocked to find another boy in the house. I quickly made introductions and explanations and soon enough Jade and mom were chatting happily enough. I watched them interact, finding it hard to believe Jade had fallen out with his parents; he seemed so polite and chatty. He talked to my mom more than I did, for God sake!

We left shortly after to walk to school. I kept sneaking glances at Jade as he walked; I loved the wiggle in his hips and the way he turned his face up towards the sun like a flower. I looked at him, at all his features, all his imperfections, and felt myself loving him more and more. I couldn't comprehend it, I couldn't explain it, but I didn't need to somehow. I didn't need to justify myself for once. I just let the love settle in my heart and warm me up. I looked down at the ground, smiling widely.

"What are you smiling at, cutie?" Jade asked.

"Dunno.. Just smiling." I answered, unable to stop the nervous laugh that burst out at the end of the sentence.

I spent my morning lessons in a daze, thinking about how surreal the previous night had been. I'd had Jade Puget in my bed, but I hadn't been overcome with love. I wanted him to stay another night, but I knew he probably wouldn't. I practically flew to the cafeteria at lunchtime, and my heart dropped when I saw his gang's table deserted. The girls from my grade were sitting at their table next to it, looking just as bewildered as I felt. One of them spotted me and said loudly,

"Aw, Davey. Looks like you're not wanted in their clique anymore."

"Shut up, bitch." I snarled, trying to inject some anger into my personality. She raised her eyebrow, tapping her fake nails on the table and I stormed out before she could come up with something mean to retort. I looked around the corridors and the grounds of the school, but couldn't even find any of the gang, let alone Jade. It was like they'd disappeared; such a big group couldn't hide that easily in our school. I sat down alone and looked miserably at the ground. No one looked at me. I was invisible, even to the jocks. I felt dead to the world without them hating on me. I felt like I was nothing, a ghost that no one could see or care about.

I rushed home after school, hoping I would catch Jade as he picked his stuff up, but when I got there, Mom said he'd already been. I dropped into a seat at the kitchen table, put my head in my hands and burst into tears. She quickly came over and sat next to me.

"What's wrong Davey? Did you and Jade fall out? He looked a bit tearful when he came over.. What's happened?"

"Nothing! Nothing's happened! I haven't seen him all day! I don't know what I'm supposed to have done!" I wailed, before telling her about his group of friends completely disappearing and how I hadn't seen him all day, not even in the corridors, and she hugged me the whole time, not interrupting, just listening.

"Davey.. You're not sweet on him are you?" Mom asked and I pulled away from her as if she'd burnt me.

"What? NO!"

"You are aren't you?"

"God yes!" I howled, hiding my face again. I expected Mom to leave the room, disgusted with me, but she didn't. She just held me again and told me it was ok. I told her it wasn't.

"No matter what you do, you'll always be my Davey." she whispered to me.

"I don't want to love him, I don't even know him!" I wept.

"It happens like this, David."

"Really?"

"Of course it does. Do you think anyone chooses who they want?" she asked, and I mulled this question over; the phone began to ring and Mom left to answer it. I went up to my room, not really wanting to talk about it anymore. I'd never broken down like that in front of her, and I felt almost ashamed of it.

I also felt ashamed that I'd believed Jade liked me.

FFS!! Why does Jade always do a runner in these stories!? What the hell is wrong with him this time!? I don't actually know - isn't that odd? I don't even have an inkling. So weirdly, I'ma have to take Davey to school next time I write and see how it goes. Gawd. Hope you laaaiked this chapter :D

Jade walked me all the way home and gave me an especially long hug when we got there. I thanked him again for sticking up for me - he told me it was his job. I pondered this as I let myself into the empty house; I mused upon why Jade had taken such a shine towards me. My cheeks were still burning and my heart was still racing; nothing I tried to put my mind to interested me as much as the subject of Jade. So, when he knocked on my bedroom window in the dead of night, I thought it was a hallucination caused by a crazy wanting I had for him. I only realised he was real when he hissed,

"Let me in, you jerk, I'm gonna fall!" I hurried over to the window and slid it up, spilling Jade into my room. He landed in a heap on the floor then jumped up gracefully, smiling.

"Er.."

"I had to scale along the wall just to find your room, dick." Jade said good-naturedly and I laughed, hushing my voice slightly so as not to wake my mom; I don't know what she would have said if she'd come in to find a strange, older boy in my room at about two in the morning.

"I thought I was dreaming." I admitted, making sure my door was locked before lowering myself awkwardly into my desk chair; Jade fell back on my bed and it was then that I noticed the holdall on the floor by the window. Jade caught me looking and sighed.

"I uh.. Fell out with my folks in a big way. I'm gonna stay with a friend til it blows over, but I couldn't resist coming over here first."

"That's ok, I mean, you can stay here if you like." The words were out before I could stop them and I clapped a hand over my mouth afterwards, as if holding back my verbal vomit. Jade looked amused, his head tilted to one side in a contemplative way.

"What about your 'rents?"

"Mom won't mind." I said, trying to sound offhand. He stood up then, and I wondered if he'd changed his mind. Instead he asked where the other bed was. I blushed furiously and told him I could go and sleep on the couch.

"I don't mind. I like playing sardines.. Reminds me of being a kid and telling ghost stories to my little brother.. I think that's why he's such a crazy." Jade laughed, and I didn't want to ask him to keep his voice down; I wanted him to go on laughing, to go on making love to my ears with that beautiful sound. I was grinning goofily and I couldn't stop myself, no matter how stupid I knew I looked. Before I could avert my eyes, he was taking his clothes off and rooting through the holdall.

"Damn.. Where the hell are my - aha!" he flourished, bringing out a pair of blue striped pyjamas. Adorable. I climbed into bed, my heart racing, terrified of being so close to him, as he got dressed. I could feel his body heat as he slid under the sheets beside me, and didn't want to face him lest he saw my blushing cheeks. He faced me, though, and said,

"You're a good kid, Dave.."

"Thank you."

"No really. Not many people would take me in now.. I have an.. Ah.. Reputation." Jade mumbled into my pillow. I finally turned to look at him and smiled before replying,

"It's not a problem, seriously." He smiled some more - I loved how much I made him laugh and smile, how easy it was to be around him - and closed his eyes; I marvelled at the sheer length of his eyelashes. He let out a breath and I noticed it shook slightly, as if his thoughts were paining him.

"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned.

"Not really.. Maybe I'll tell you sometime.." he mumbled. I watched him fall asleep and - when I was sure he was slumbering deeply, his breaths now quiet snores - I took his hand in mine and held it.

Then I slept too.

Now isn't that fine? The Javey are beginning to establish! Always a pleasant reading experience, but as usual in a KayPuget storyline, there has to be some sort of spanner in the works. And - as usual - it will probably be nasty. But I'm sort of hoping this story will end well; we haven't had a really happy ending that doesn't involve death for a long time. So let's pray. I hear you asking (maybe) "But surely you know how this ends?" No. No I don't. I let Davey show me the way as I go along. It's so much fun letting your characters make the story for you. If you think I'm crazy, you obviously haven't experienced the best kind of writing there is. And I suggest you go and do it now before I castrate you.

Sadly, my good mood didn't last very long. Apparently I wasn't allowed to smile, as the jocks explained carefully to me as they slammed me to the ground. Personally, I don't think five against one is very fair, but I couldn't really say this with a mouthful of someone's fist and my own blood. I tried to ask what I did; apparently I didn't get upset about them calling me the usual volley of insults. According to them, that wasn't right in the school politics. So I took what they had in store for me, which was really just throwing me around and punching me in the face.

"HEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?" I inwardly thanked whoever's up there as the jocks finally stepped back and let me stagger to my feet. I must've looked like something out of a horror movie, with blood dripping from my mouth and a bruise on my cheekbone; I almost died of embarrassment when I realised it was Jade who had shouted. He was storming toward the gang of idiots with death in his eyes.

"Hey Jade." one tried to act normal.

"Get the fuck outta here, or I'll tell your mom you've been dealing drugs from her back room. The rest of you better scram, and if I see any of you even looking at Davey wrong, I'll kill you. I don't fucking care, I'll kill you all." he said. His soft, low voice, that voice I adored, was so cold and so dangerous I felt almost afraid. They left without question; obviously they'd seen the dead look in Jade's eyes aswell.

"Come here, you." he said, the light filling his eyes again and a small smile playing on his lips. I stumbled over to him; something was hurting in my ankle, but I tried my best to play the hero and ignore it. He pulled me close into a hug and sighed deeply.

"I hate it when I see this happening.. It used to happen to me."

"Huh!?"

"Yeah, I know.. You wouldn't really believe it would you? But people used to despise me. I guess that's why I wanted to talk to you today.. It's like you remind me of me in a way. Quiet, artistic, the one everyone pokes fun at cause they just don't understand.. People used to think I was crazy.. I think for a little while I was.." he trailed off, and I didn't make him elaborate; I could almost feel his emotional pain through his words, and I thought my heart would burst from the love I felt for him at that moment. The dead look was back in his eyes, but it wasn't cold and murderous; he was just.. Not there, I guess. He seemed detached, so I spoke his name.

"What?" he looked down at me as if forgetting why I was in his arms; I pulled away, blushing furiously. The smile was back, and it teased. It told me: I know you want me, and I love that. Jade stretched slightly then said offhandedly,

"Y'know, I wish people would stand up to me sometimes. I'd like a good fight."

"Try being me." I cracked tiredly, and he laughed. I turned to leave, trying to remain enigmatic, but he followed me. I smiled when he offered me a crumpled tissue.

"Thanks."

"It's not got my boogers on, don't worry."

"That was hideous." I grimaced, and wiped the blood from my mouth.

"You got all your teeth?" Jade asked, and I flicked my tongue around them to make sure before nodding. I stuck my own tongue out and inspected it; I'd bitten it real good. Hissing slightly with the pain, I used Jade's tissue to blot the flow.

"Owch." Jade said quietly beside, putting an arm around me again.

"It doesn't hurt much.. I've had worse." I said, playing the hero once more.

The truth was that it didn't hurt because of Jade's arm around me.

Ohhhh they're so cute!! I love this story; it's maudlin but happy at the same time. It reflects me perfectly. This is where it's nothing like my life; I don't get beaten up at college, don't worry XD If anything, people are afraid I'll beat them up. Can you believe that I ALREADY have a reputation as 'the crazy violent one'? And that my FRIENDS flinch away from me when I go to hug them. Today I told my friend Dan to come over to me and he wouldn't come within arm's reach cause he was afraid I'd hurt him XD Good times.. Anywhore, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

"Excuse me?" his voice was quiet, polite, not what I was expecing in my school. I turned around and the bottom of my stomach fell out. At the time I thought he was an angel, as the romantic in me liked to believe they existed. He was perfect, regardless of some obvious flaws; his teeth were fairly crooked and he looked sort of tired. But he was perfect all the same. I found myself unable to wrench my gaze away so I was doing something that constituted staring. He looked uneasy for a second then said,

"I like your hair." before walking away. I stood, staring at the spot where he'd been, absolutely thunderstruck. Then I followed him, watching the way his hips swung as he walks - feminine, but so attractive, so sensual. I watched the gentle rhythm of his hips, his long legs taking loping but graceful strides, and I wanted to know him, wanted to know more about him. I followed him for a long time, then found the courage to shout out. He stopped walking but didn't turn to look at me; I approached him cautiously, unsure of the situation. It wasn't one I identified with much; at school, I was invisible. But he'd noticed me.

"I.. Thanks." I said lamely.

"No problem! My name's Jade; I've seen your cute face around before." his voice was so breathy and low; it sent shivers through every vein in my body. My blood froze then bubbled at his words. I replayed the word 'cute' and felt the blood rushing to my face. I inwardly prayed it wouldn't show too much, or that he wouldn't notice. I realised at that moment that he was older than me, probably a senior, probably with a girlfriend, probably popular. Everything I wasn't.

"Anyone home?" Jade said now, amused.

"Sorry?"

"Don't I get a name for that pretty face?"

"Davey." I managed to say without my voice cracking. He looked at me, his full lips carressing my name as he spoke it aloud. He smiled, more to himself, than to me, then carried on walking; I quickly followed, not wanting to lose him in the crowds of people.

"So.. Davey. How would you like to sit with us?" Jade asked as we entered the cafeteria; I nodded, but tried not to act too enthusiastic. I didn't want him to think I might be sweet on him or something. I was. We walked over to one of the most crowded tables; I noticed several girls from my grade staring at me in disbelief; obviously they didn't think I'd be good enough to be able to fit in with Jade's crowd. I almost laughed at how they were sitting at a table close enough to try to look like part of the group, but it was glaringly obvious how much they wished they were included. Jade sat me in the thick of things and slumped down beside me; even in slouching he had a certain grace. Immediately, a girl began to stroke his hair and three different people tried to engage him in conversation. I sat back and marvelled at how easily I'd just sat in the coolest group in the school - honestly, these people were like royalty!

"This is Davey." Jade said suddenly, cutting off the conversations and swatting the girls' hand away from his hair irritably; he rumpled the back so it stuck up in tufts again and turned to me with a smile. Several people said hi, but I could tell they didn't know what to make of me. I was small, skinny and pale with dark hair that was always falling into my eyes. I wore a shoulder bag and carried a sketchbook all the time; I looked 'weird', and I could tell they were trying to suss me out.

"Don't be so damn rude, guys! Staring is impolite." Jade muttered, turning to me and smiling again. I smiled back, letting out a weird nervous laugh which made him throw back his head and administer a soulful guffaw to the air; it made every single molecule in my body shiver in delight.

The end of the lunch hour came too soon and I found myself wondering how to say goodbye to the perfect angel I'd just met; before I could open my mouth, however, he'd swept me into a rib-cracking but tender hug saying,

"Sit with us tomorrow, Dave." I didn't even complain about his use of the name 'Dave'; I always associated the name with plumbers and people with unremarkable office jobs. But, when Jade said it, it was ok.

"Sure." I gasped, unable to say much else. He put me down and left with a gaggle of friends; I watched them as they pushed each other and sang crude songs about various teachers in the school.

I sidled into class ten minutes late with a serene half-smile on my face.

Ok, so here's the first chapter of my new story. I like how Jade complimented Davey's hair as an opening line, because that is how I met my current object of desire, Josh. I thought I'd encorporate some of my life into this story to make it feel more personal to me. Sorry if this chapter is a little bit short, I'm just starting to get back into the swing of things. I'm enjoying feeling the Javey Bug again though; it's been a while since I've felt motivated enough to write. I'll have you know I've already started the second chapter. So hopefully it won't be too long til it's posted. Please bear with me :)

"I have to go." I said, not wanting to say it, but saying it anyway. He looked up at me, his eyes filling slowly with tears, and opened his mouth to speak. Putting a hand against his lips, I shook my head fiercely; his pleas would only exacerbate what I had to do. I didn't want to leave him, his smell, his touch, his taste, but I had to. For both of us. Mostly for him, but he didn't know this. He didn't know much, really. But - right there in that moment - he didn't need to know; the only thing that mattered were his arms around me, his warm breath now teasing my neck as he whispered three words in my ear. Three small words that had enough power to shatter my heart and turn my body to liquid. I turned my face to kiss him and caught his cheek; he quickly rectified my clumsy pass and soon we were kissing warmly on the lips, savouring each tremor, every one of his tears merging my face with his. He sobbed and smiled into the kiss, as if this were both the best and worst moments of his life. I gently took his hands, clasped on my shoulders, and pushed them away from me. I took a step back. He reached out for me and I took in the details of the long-fingered hand, with it's carefully manicured nails. Soft, olive-coloured skin enveloped the bones and veins and tendons and other delightful insides, and I knew that wonderfully tinted skin was warm. I should know - those hands had touched me enough times, both in passion and in comfort. I couldn't take seeing him standing there, one hand outstretched like a lost child, those tears pouring from his almond-shaped eyes, all the love for me still shining in them through the pain of losing me. I felt my own eyes welling up and suddenly there were two of him, then three. He doubled, tripled, quadrupled in my tear-vision and I stumbled to him, folding him into my arms and pressing my lips against his once more.
"Don't leave me." he sobbed hysterically. I told him, once more, that I had to. I turned away from his tears, his warmth, his love, and walked towards the train carriage. I stepped in and - although I didn't want to look at my poor lover, abandoned on the platform - I faced him again. Kissing the tips of my fingers, I waved at him. He pretended to catch the kiss I'd swatted towards him, a cute quirk he'd always had since we first fell in love. I looked down, swiping tears from my overflowing eyes, then looked back up to see him running as the train began to move. I stared, fascinated, and other people stared at this beautiful man sprinting towards the closing doors. He dived through them with just a second to spare; I gaped at him, not understanding. He shoved his way over and threw himself into my arms; again his sweet smell enveloped me and my body ached for him.

"I'm coming with you, Jade." Davey said into my chest.

Can't even post a fucking thank-you on here without at least three people bitching me out about it. And - when I DARE to retaliate - they all gang up on me, writing essay-like comments that I can't be arsed to read and don't actually care about. What is the point in even trying to be nice when I get crucified for being so?

Apparently 2/3 of the Buzznet community are bitchy wretches that cannot handle someone being (SHOCK, HORROR) pleasant. And they wonder why I get rude and sarcastic. Twats.

At this moment in time, there are several things on the internet I am rather proud of; here I will list them for you lovely people to look at. I hope this isn't too much of a boring idea..

16 Featured Photos and 2 times Photo of the Day on Buzznet
Yes, actually, I am proud of this. I know there's people on here with so many more Featured Photos and who probably have been Photo of the Day plenty more times than me, but I'm absolutely humbled that people like my work enough to want to share it with everyone. I know when I've taken a really good photograph because it gets a nice big response from people. It moves people. Some of the photos on this site do that to me, and I'm glad some of mine have done that to others. Click here for my Featured Photo gallery ((the ones that were Photo of the Day have been stated in the photo description)).

Top Poster in Javey
Ok, possibly something I shouldn't be proud of, but I am. Javey stories - let's face it - are a huge thing in AFI fandom. The funniest part is that I never wrote Javey on Buzznet, until Meg ((mysteekmeg)) said I was an amazing writer and told me to post a one-shot just to see how people reacted to it. So I posted 'Italian Eyes' and - as you can see if you click the link - it got a good response. So I kept writing stories. To me, they weren't really about Davey and Jade and AFI; their names were merely the characters within the stories. Another thing I'd like to say here is that I have the utmost respect for AFI and all their affiliates, and that I mean no offence by writing these stories. And I am not a fangirl. Anyone who dares say that will feel my wrath; I have been deeply in love with AFI for about five years now, and it makes me angry when I'm categorised with all the damn posers JUST BECAUSE I write Javey stories.

((I think I have more Javey posts than that now; I took this screencap a while back))

Having Jeffree Star tell me he loves me
I know.. I know.. The thing is though, Jeffree has done a lot for me. He makes me happy, he gives me the will to not care what anyone thinks of me, and he's just amazing. Let's face it. So when I have mini-conversations with him ((I've had about three)), it really buoys me and lifts my mood. If you're wondering about the title, this is what I mean:

Dayum.

Being a Root in Emo_Hair on VampireFreaks
Click here, and look at the staff list. Under "Roots", you will see the name trashmouthX - that just happens to be my username. Emo_Hair is one of the largest cults on VF, second only to MyChemicalRomance *shudder*. And I wasn't just put into that position; I worked my way up to it, and I'm pretty proud that the Owner and Co-Owners thought I was trustworthy and pwn enough to be in such a high position in such a huge cult. I have the power to delete the whole lot if I wanted, which I'm not going to do. But that gives you some idea as to why I'm chuffed.

More coming soon; because now, I have to go to college :D

Jade swam in the lights.. No, swam isn't the right word. He basked, floated, bathed in the warm light. He saw everything, every memory he had flashing past him fast enough to be illegible, but not fast enough to dizzy him. Jade watched his past and his present with content, laying back on his soft.. But what was it? It wasn't a bed; it felt too soft to be a bed. It couldn't be a cloud; such silly things just weren't real. Whatever it was, Jade wasn't worried. He was happy, and - for the first time in his life - calm. But, what was this? A sudden pinprick of darkness in the lights; the pinprick expanded, got bigger, threatened to swallow Jade whole. Jade only had a second to feel a surge of white-hot terror before the darkness engulfed him.

He awoke with a short scream. Jade. He sat up, his head spinning, his eyes unfocused, and screamed again. He was back in jail, in a hospital, somewhere cold and clinical.
"DAVEY!" he screamed, his vision blurring even more with tears and the effort it took to yell so hard. Jade yelled again and again, wanting Davey to wake him from whatever dream he'd tumbled into. Thrashing around, aware something was tangling around his legs, Jade fell off of the hard hospital bed and onto the floor. He attempted to scramble to his feet, but his scrambler appeared to be temporarily broken. So he just sat. And wept.

He realised that Davey had died and he hadn't.

The next morning was as bright as ever, and Davey stretched luxuriously, the bedsheets slipping against his naked skin, a moan escaping his lips as he stretched the sleep out of him. Climbing out of bed, he wandered over to the window; outside the sky was a bright, forget-me-not blue and the sun shone down, casting it's magic, making every colour seem so much brighter than usual. Davey smiled down at these unnaturally bright colours when a voice behind him said,
"What a nice sight to wake up to."
"You're a pervert." Davey laughed, turning around and mincing back to the bed, staring at Jade, whose hair was all over the place. A lop-sided smile adorned his lips and - as Davey crashed into bed next to him - the smile disappeared, turning into a suggestive pout. Davey kissed him once and whispered,
"Last night was -"
"Heavenly? I know.." Jade whispered back, cuddling close. They stayed that way for a long time, breathing heavily; Davey could feel their hearts pounding together and smiled, closing his eyes. Jade surveyed Davey's face for a while; he loved every single feature. He reached out a hand and ran it across Davey's cheek, his lips, before dropping to explore the hollow in his throat beneath his Adam's apple.
"That tickles Jade!" Davey protested, eyes still closed, face screwing up. Jade leaned down and kissed Davey's throat. He made his way up to Davey's neck and offered one small bite, before pulling away.
"Aw, don't stop now.." Davey whined, trying to pull Jade close to him again. Jade smile and kissed Davey once more; Davey could feel his lips tingling with the contact. They tasted each other softly, hands running through hair and across naked skin, releasing their love through their affectionate touches and whispers.
"Jade.. I was thinking about what you said.."
"When?"
"About.. Not being allowed to come back to me."
"Yes?"
"Well.. I thought of a way we could.. Y'know.. Be together.. Forever." Davey whispered the last word, and kissed Jade's lips again; Jade wasn't kissing back, and Davey knew he was trying to work out what he meant. So Davey kissed Jade deeper, and Jade finally responded. He pressed himself into Davey hard and moaned as they massaged their tongues together.
"We could.. Die for each other." Davey said.
"We could.." Jade replied, holding Davey closer protectively.

That evening, they were watching the sun set, holding hands, sitting on a cliffside. The sun cast a bloody hue over everything it touched, and Davey thought it was perfect. A perfect sunset, for a perfect death. He turned to Jade and whispered,
"Ready?"
"No." Jade replied. "I wanna make love to you one last time." Davey laughed breathlessly, his eyes filling with tears; Jade sure knew how to get his heart racing. They undressed one another, always smiling, their hands shaking with excitement. Some might think what they were doing was sick, but they thought it was the only way they could really be together. Jade gently pushed Davey onto his back, and climbed on top of him with a sigh.
They released every ounce of passion they had left, making love, kissing holding one another, then making love again. Jade made Davey feel things he'd never felt before, and Davey returned the favour. They rolled around on the cool, soft grass, kissing and biting, drawing blood here and there. They kissed and cuddled and frolicked and touched until they were exhausted. Then they clothed themselves and lay side-by-side, watching the crimson sun disappear over the horizon.
"Now?" whispered Jade.
"Now." Davey confirmed.

They got to their feet, held hands and jumped off the edge of the cliff. Together.

It's not over yet.

They made love a total of three times that evening; each time felt electric and incredible. Davey wondered how Jade knew exactly what he liked, seemed to understand what he wanted without having to ask. Jade was gentle but passionate, quiet but seductive, and Davey found himself addicted. To the sex, to the love, to Jade.
To Davey's surprise and dismay, a few of his friends turned up the next day with bottles of wine, clearly expecting a party. They knew Jade was there and had obviously wanted to see if he was really psychotic or not. Jade's eyes widened when they entered the living room and Davey said quickly,
"It's ok Jade; these are my friends." Jade nodded stiffly to them, the bottles of wine were cracked open and Davey's friends got talking. Davey watched Jade closely; his hands were clenched awkwardly in his lap, but he joined in with the conversation and jokes. Davey noticed he wasn't drinking and said,
"Not a big drinker Jade?"
"Oh no.. I don't do things like that.. Pretty lame, I know."
"Nah it's not lame!" one of Davey's friends crowed. "Davey's like that too - gosh, you two are perfect for each other!" Davey shot her a withering look as Jade's cheeks flushed bright pink. As the drinks flowed, Davey's friends got a lot bolder and started asking Jade personal questions about his life.
"Guys, don't." Davey said quietly, but Jade waved his hand to show it was alright and answered their questions politely.
"You know Davey, you were right!" one of the friends said loudly, slopping wine down his white shirt. "Crap.. Anyway, you were right! He ISN'T crazy!"
"Yeah, sorry for thinking you were, Jade." someone else muttered.
"It's alright.." Jade said, then added, "I'm going out for some air." He left before Davey could stop him, and Davey didn't follow him; he knew Jade needed a moment alone.
"What's his problem?"
"He's not used to so many people. Just leave off the questions for a bit ok?"
"Whatever.."
"Yeah sorry, Davey.."

When Jade returned, he seemed perfectly content. He chatted happily with Davey's friends, occasionally pulling Davey close for a hug and a short, sweet kiss. Davey had a hard time trying to get rid of his friends, but he finally succeeded and leaned against the door as if afraid they'd return and batter it down.
"Davey.." Jade said, coming out of the living room. Davey looked at him apologetically, his heart constricting at the look on Jade's face; he looked like he wanted to get something off his chest.
"I uh.. You know I left the room?"
"Yeah?"
"I hurt myself." Jade said in a whisper, looking down at the floor. Davey pulled Jade into his arms, his eyes stinging and asked,
"Why?"
"Well, in case you didn't notice, your friends were far from nice to me!" Jade snarled, pushing Davey roughly away. A long, hurt silence followed his outburst, and the tears in Davey's eyes spilled down his cheeks. He felt ashamed of his friends, for the first time in his life. He felt like he'd failed Jade by letting them be so degrading towards him. Jade had one hand clamped around his wrist compulsively, and Davey knew whatever self-mutilation he'd committed, it wouldn't be half-assed.
"Show me." he said quietly, looking at Jade. Jade pulled up his sleeve without hesitation; obviously Davey's demand was something he'd heard many times and had learned, painfully, to obey. There weren't as many cuts as Davey had first expected, but it didn't stop them being gruesome. They were deep, angry red gashes that burned into Davey's eyes. He took Jade's hand and kissed the cuts softly, wishing he could kiss them into non-existence. Jade watched him, his face blank, his expression unreadable.
"Jade.. You should have said something.." Davey wept, trying to hold Jade again. Jade held onto Davey's hands, not letting him come close.
"I didn't want you to think I was being rude for the sake of it." Jade said, before turning away and going back into the living room. Davey followed, to find Jade quietly cleaning up the mess Davey's friends had made.
"You don't have to -"
"I want to, Davey." Jade replied.
"Ok."
"Sit down." Jade said; it wasn't a request. Davey sat, suddenly scared. Scared of Jade. He watched his lover tidying, thinking hard. Finally, Jade came over and sat beside Davey, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.
"I love you." he sighed, suddenly morose.
"What's wrong?"
"I.. Well, because I've hurt myself.. They won't let me come here again." Jade said.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT THEN!?" Davey screamed, his heart stopping. He couldn't lose Jade now, he couldn't. Not now he'd had him in his bed, in him.
"I LOST CONTROL!" Jade screamed back, immediately jumping to his feet. Davey stood and hugged Jade fiercely. Jade hugged back, sobbing into Davey's shoulder. They held each other for a long time, moaning that they loved each other, pressing their bodies close together.
"Take me Jade.." Davey whispered.
"What?"
"Take me.. I want you inside me again." Davey made his actions clear, and Jade pulled away looking at Davey incredulously.
"But-"
"If you won't be allowed again, we should make the most of the time we do have." Davey said, in his head wondering if Jade would agree to what he had in mind. Terrible thoughts ran through his head, screaming louder than the rational voice that tried to reason with him.

Davey knew a way he and Jade could be together forever.

I think you can all see where this is going. Sorry this has taken so long.

They made love and for once Jade didn't feel trapped. He no longer felt like his mind was stopping him from being who he wanted to be; he felt as though he could finally forget the horrific crimes he'd committed all that time ago. His hands clenched around Davey's shoulders and he moaned aloud. Davey let out a burst of breathless laughter and intensified his pressure and rhythm. Jade was in heaven; he felt his eyes closing, although he didn't want to; he wanted to stare into Davey's eyes as they shared their passion. Every electric shiver, every gentle thrust, every tear in Davey's eye just made Jade weaker with his desire, helpless with need.
"You ok Jadey?" Davey gasped through his stimulation.
"Oh yes.. Better than ok.." Jade managed to reply, reaching up and pulling Davey closer to his body. Their limbs tangled together and their lips met and parted with increased urgency.

It was Davey that let go first, crying out Jade's name as he sat astride him. Jade himself tilted his head back, letting Davey's moans titillate his senses, still moving in that seductive rhythm, his hands clasped around Davey's tightly. He could feel every cell inside him yearning for the same as Davey, wanting to be close, one, with the man he loved so dearly.
"Jade, are you nearly there?" Davey whispered.
"Oh don't, Dave, that's such a turn-off.." Jade gasped, and Davey let out that musical, breathless laugh. That was all Jade needed; his body was suddenly wracked with shakes and he found his moans rising and rising. He pulled Davey closer, needing him more than anything.
It carried on for a long time, and Jade was exhausted by the end of it. Davey stayed on top of him with a small smile on his face, stroking Jade's fringe with relish.
"Shut up." Jade said at the knowing little smile; Davey threw back his head and laughed again. Jade could feel himself stirring once more and muttered,
"Don't.. I can't stand it."
"That was incredible, Jade.." Davey cooed, finally rolling onto the mattress; Jade turned to face him.
"Hello." he said simply, when Davey hoisted himself onto his side aswell. Davey smiled stunningly and cuddled close to Jade, still breathing heavily. Jade could think of nowhere he'd rather be at that point, and wrapped his arms tightly around Davey, kissing his lover softly on the cheek.

"I've never met anyone quite like you, Jade.."

Sorry this one is so short, I'm not having a good time with writing at the moment. At the end of the day it's about quality not quantity. I'm still reeling about Jeffree Star answering my comments not once, but twice. And I'm using the bold feature way too much in this me-to-you. Hmn, so they just had a lovely sex session. Lovely right?

Wrong.

Dearest Jade,
I can't believe you're coming to me so soon! I'm so happy, so nervous and so excited. We'll be able to do whatever we like without worrying that someone will be watching us. I hope you're feeling up to it still!!
I've been cleaning my house like a mad person, trying to make it look better than normal so you don't think I'm a slob or anything! I can just imagine you now, your perfect eyes and that really lovely smile you do. I'm getting chills just thinking about how close it is. I can't wait to see you and hope time passes really quickly!!

Love from, Davey xxxx

Jade pocketed the letter, smiling to himself. He'd read it at least five times as he'd sat on the train. He was trundling through vast countryside, and his heart was pounding at the prospect of spending an entire weekend in Davey's company. Whenever he'd felt anxious on the train, Jade would just take out the letter and read it again; he could recite it off-by-heart. He did this on the train, muttering the words under his breath, smiling to himself. Several people stared, but Jade didn't mind. He wasn't used to being around so many people, but - now that he was - he found it almost comforting that there were so many of them.
By the time the train pulled into the station where Jade had to alight, he was shaking like a leaf, so full of nerves and terrified by the new surroundings. Part of him wished he was back in the hospital, safely in his cell. Taking a deep breath, Jade hauled his suitcase out onto the platform and looked around inconspicuously for Davey. For one horrific moment, he thought Davey wasn't there and that he'd gotten off at the wrong station. Then Jade saw him, running over, his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Davey!" Jade cried, dropping his suitcase and throwing his arms around Davey as he came close enough. They held each other, both sobbing, both mumbling incoherently.
"Shall we go?" Davey said breathlessly. Jade nodded, and Davey took Jade's hand in one of his, and his suitcase in the other. They ambled from the station in silence, but Jade didn't feel awkward. He felt alive, like his strength was coming from the warmth in Davey's hand. Jade's thumb tickled at Davey's skin, feeling the texture, craving him. A tranquil smile adorned Davey's perfect lips, and - as they let go of one another - Jade felt suddenly cold and empty. He climbed into Davey's car and waited; Davey got in moments later.
"Oh, before we go.." Davey said quietly, and Jade turned to look at him. Davey leaned over and kissed Jade for a long time on the lips. Jade let his eyes close and kissed back, the moment he'd been longing for finally his. They kissed a few more times, then Davey started up the engine. They drove in silence, occasionally clearing their throats or laughing nervously. Jade loved the way Davey's hand moved casually to the gearstick, the way he compulsively pushed his fringe from his face. Jade took in every habit, every movement, and savoured it. He could hardly believe he was there with Davey.

They arrived at Davey's house and Jade gawped, making sure he remembered every detail. As they stepped inside, Davey quickly closed the door. He discarded his shoes and Jade's suitcase. Jade had barely kicked off his shoes when Davey grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. Kissing each other furiously, their hands grasped at each others' clothes and clung to locks of hair. Jade tensed, wondering if Davey really wanted to go all the way there and then. Davey pulled back and said,
"We don't have to if you -"
"No I do -"
"What?"
"Sorry?"
"Uh.." Davey laughed a little, and Jade pulled him close again. He wanted Davey to feel what he felt at that moment. Davey's eyes lit up, and Jade knew he could feel it.
"You're terrible Jade.." Davey cooed, taking Jade's hand and leading him up the stairs. Even through his hazy state of frustration, Jade still twisted his head in every direction taking in all the features of Davey's beautiful little house. Predictably, Davey led him into his bedroom; Jade was happy to see the double bed against the wall.
"I guess I knew one day.." Davey trailed off, but Jade understood. He followed Davey to the bed.
"So.." Davey said, once they were curled up under the covers. Jade answered by pulling slightly at Davey's shirt and saying,
"May I..?"
"Of course you can.." Davey moaned with laughter in his voice. Jade slowly removed Davey's clothes, being his usual obsessive self, making sure he took in every detail, every tattoo, every hair on Davey's body. Davey smiled and raised his eyebrow, watching Jade take everything in then said,
"Well, I don't think this is fair.."
"I'm sorry?"
"You haven't taken yours off yet!" Davey said, laughing again. Jade became suddenly bashful, worried that Davey might not like what he had to offer. Davey however, was undoing the buttons on Jade's shirt with a coy smile. Jade squirmed and Davey asked,
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing.. Just a bit self-conscious." Jade said breathlessly, as Davey pulled his shirt off. Davey ran one slender hand across Jade's stomach and whispered,
"Trust me.. You have nothing to be self-conscious about.." Feeling suddenly empowered, Jade kissed Davey again, hard. He could feel Davey's hands at his belt, pulling it off urgently, and smiled into the kiss; the tension between them was mounting with every excruciating second, every gentle brush of skin against skin.

And Jade felt himself going crazy with desire for Davey.

*talks like Boris from 'Little Britain'* He is a very bad man..
Anyway, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter ;) Hahahahaaa, they're about to do something really naughty, as you may be able to tell. Where's all the grief and badness!?!? Why has nothing horrible happened to them yet!?!?

You'll see.

My one and only Davey,
You'll never guess what!! I asked my guard nicely if he'd speak to Dr. Jones about my situation and HE'S SAID I CAN COME TO SEE YOU FOR A WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He told me to ask you to get in touch with him as soon as you can to arrange everything. I'm going to be getting a train all on my own - how exciting?? You'll have to be there waiting for me though, otherwise I'll probably have an anxiety attack or something!! Woweee, Davey I'm so excited!! I'm soooooo excited!! WOOOW!! WOW WOW WOW WOW!! I don't even know what else to write. I keep getting up and jumping around the room because I'm just so pleased that I'm finally allowed to get out of this dump.
I guess..
I never wanted to go out before because who would want to see me? But now I've found you, I have a reason to want to get out and I'm over the moon! We're also looking into appeals etcetera to try to shorten my sentence, so I can be out permanently! Wouldn't that be just magnificent!?!?!?! Oh Davey.. Davey Davey DAVEY! I can't WAIT. I hope you answer this before we see each other cause I really want a letter expressing how you feel about this news before I actually see you.. Ooohhhhhhh..
Hahahaha I've gone mad. Must calm down otherwise they might not let me go!! Ok, I'll stop; this letter didn't make much sense did it?
!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jade xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Davey screamed in delight and ran twice around his kitchen table, knocked a glass off the worktop, was sick on purpose, and threw his toast out of the window. Then he collapsed into a chair and laughed - the laugh was manic, high-pitched and out of control, but Davey loved it. It was a laugh of pure exhileration, of giddy excitement. Jade was coming to stay.
"FINALLY!" Davey cooed to the empty house, getting to his feet and clearing up the mess he'd just made. He hummed as he did so, a tuneless hum that Davey often did when he was happy. When his kitchen was restored to it's usual, spotless self, Davey practically ran to the phone, snatched it up, and dialled Jade's confines. He knew the number by heart.
"Yesyesyesyes, can I talk to Dr. Jones please?" Davey asked frantically, hopping on the spot, the excitement the letter had triggered still pumping away in his veins.
"This is Dr. Jones, how can I help?"
"Um.. Hi.. I'm Davey Marchand, Jade Puget's friend. He wrote to me and told me to get in touch with you."
"Oh yes, hello! Well, Jade's progress has been shocking us all since he met you! You've certainly done him some good, so I think it's a safe bet letting him visit you. You seem to put him in control, and that's what he needs right now." Davey nodded, then remembered the doctor couldn't see him, so started making plans as to when Jade would come and what time. He hung up the phone, half-laughing, half-crying, unable to believe his luck. He'd have Jade all to himself, with no one to interfere.

That evening, Davey lay awake, thinking about Jade and the coming weekend. He wondered if Jade would want to go out or just stay in. He thought about Jade sharing his bed and a delighted shiver coarsed through him. As if it could read his mind, the phone rang and Davey dragged himself out of bed, groaning. He plodded downstairs, stretching, and scooped up the phone.
"Murrrhh." is a rough translation of the noise Davey made.
"Did I wake you?" Jade asked, his voice amused, filled with shaky laughter.
"No, I just forgot how to talk - what's up, beautiful one?"
"Nothing much, just thought I'd speak to you.. kind of defeats the point of a reaction letter huh?"
"Yes, quite.. This is how I feel about you coming over.." Davey put the phone on the table and jumped up and down screaming as loudly as he could. Then he picked up the phone again, breathing heavily, and said,
"Like it?"
"Love it.." Jade whispered.

They talked about the weather, what they'd do at the weekend, how much they wanted the days to rush by until they could see one another. They talked until there were long silences. Then they admitted defeat and hung up with numerous 'I love you's and whispered endearments.

Davey went back to bed, his heart still fluttering.

Not the best chapter in the world, but I hope you enjoyed it. They are beautiful aren't they? Prepare yourselves for the weekend! ;)

Dearest Jade,
I really hope you can persuade the guys at the prison to let you out for a weekend; I'd be happy to put you up here and look after you. I know how easily agitated you are, and I wouldn't let anyone get to you. I'd make sure you were happy and comfortable.. And of course we'd be in each others' arms once more. I think you can make an appeal or something and - if you've reformed enough - they let you out. If they let you out, that would be magical..
We'd never be separated again.
Nothing really fun's going on here; I've thrown a few parties, but none of them are that great.. Not for me anyway. I just don't feel like I can function very well without you at the moment. Maybe I'll get used to it again, but I'm not sure I want to be used to not having you around..
Jade.. Sometimes I whisper your name at night, just loving the way it sounds. It reminds me of a luscious green colour, and the rich amber-chocolate of your eyes. It reminds me of the lake, and the banks, and the trees. It reminds me of the smell of the air, the cinnamon on your breath.. Your lips and your hands on my skin. The wanting I felt when you held me close. I wanted you so much Jade.. But I didn't know if you wanted me to want you. So I didn't say anything. But now I know you wanted it too.. I really.. Really hope.. You can come here for the weekend. Then we can - you put it beautifully - shed our clothes.

All my love, Davey xx

Jade felt tremors of excitement trickling through him as he read Davey's letter. So many opportunities seemed to open up for him as he re-read the words in Davey's beautifully-formed, script-like hand. He brought the paper to his lips and kissed it once, hoping that maybe Davey would be able to feel it. Then he went over to his cell door and banged on it hard. "YO!" he called, and the door swung open.
"What is it Jade?" his guard asked. Jade got on with his guard; he was understanding and tried to get the best for Jade. He smiled steadily before casually asking,
"When do I get weekends out?"
"Jade.. You know the situation.."
"But I've been so much better! I feel better!" Jade whined, trying not to raise his voice. The guard looked at Jade thinking hard; true, Jade had a lot more colour in his face, the glazed look was no longer in his eyes. Jade could see the conclusion forming in the guard's eyes and silently egged it on.
"I'll.. I guess I can have a word with Dr. Jones.. See what he says."
"Thank you so much." Jade breathed, actually leaning forward and hugging his guard. He thought bodily contact might further prove his sanity. He shut his bedroom door again and slithered around the room, laughing to himself, more excited than ever. Picking up Davey's letter, Jade screwed up his face, putting every word into Davey's voice, the casual inflections he had, the wonderful smooth, slightly high-pitched tone. Jade's hands clenched around the letter as he read and re-read the last line.
You put it beautifully..
"You are beautiful Davey.." Jade whispered to no one in particular. He jumped about eight feet into the air when someone knocked on his door.
"Y-yes?" he stammered breathlessly, rattled to the core.
"Phone for you.. This guy just doesn't quit!" the guard chuckled on the other side of th door. Jade threw open the door, grabbed the phone, pressed 'talk' and gasped,
"Davey?"
"Oh Jade, hi! I had to talk to you!" Davey's voice was just as Jade remembered it. He shut the door and sank to the ground, shaking all over.
"What about?"
"Just everything! I just wanted to hear your voice again.."
"I got your letter." Jade said bluntly, and there was silence on the other end of the line. Then Davey let out a loud, filthy laugh; Jade felt his insides squirming and the blood rushing to his cheeks and other less savoury places.
"I want you.." Jade whispered, afraid someone outside would hear him.
"I want you too Jadey.. I really, REALLY want you."
"What are you doing?"
"Right now? I'm just ah.. In bed.." Davey said, letting his voice trail off, making Jade wonder just what was going on in Davey's bed. Hungry for more, Jade stayed silent, willing Davey to say something else.
"Are you quite alright Jade?"
"Oh yes.. Yes, I'm fabulous.. Just want to know.." Jade copied Davey and trailed off enigmatically. He could feel the tension between them, even on the phone, and leaned his head back against the door, his hand creeping idly to make his tension leave him, make his lust for Davey palpable.
"Jade?" Davey said after a long time of just long exhalations and grunts from Jade.
"YES!?"
"You bad, BAD boy!!" Davey cackled down the phone; Jade laughed too, knowing full well that he was bad, he was sinning. The idea that Davey knew what he was doing turned him on, and Jade mumbled his apologies through laughter.

"Don't apologise Jade.. I'm being just as bad."

Good grief, two very horny men by the looks of things! Dear me. What will happen next? Will Jade be banned from using the phone because of the mess he makes when he does? Will he be allowed out? Will Dr. Jones be a wanker and not let Jade visit Davey? Ooooh so many questions, which will only be answered if you read the next chapter!!!!!