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

"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 -__-'

"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.

"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

"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.

"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

"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.

"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.

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