Jellybeans and Jelly-knees

Book Three!!!! Treaters, aren't you happy? I wrote this on a sort of short notice and my inspiration is lacking. The prologue is probably really crappy, but it's something to get you to understand what is going to happen in the future. And, I know a lot of you miss Jelly, soooooooo....

THE PROLOGUE IS IN JELLY'S POV!

ENJOY, MY TREATERS!
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Prologue

I watch James, my son named after my father, and Heather play happily. She giggles as they speak, talking about something related to colors, and her blonde wavy hair bobs as she nods. Her brown eyes from my step brother sparkle as James leads Heather away to his room. Mary, my three year old baby girl, who is only two years younger than James, plays with Jason and Carrie's baby boy Jasper, who is also three. Macy has my strawberry blonde hair and her father's gray eyes, always shining with joy. Jasper has Jason's brown hair and Carrie's electric blue eyes. They are very cute together though all they do is play rather than speak. Macy and Jasper seem to have my social status and got it early. I am so sorry that I gave it to them though I'm not even related to Jasper.

I turn my attention back to my step brother and I smile. We meet up as much as we can, but with me and Justin working at Cupid's Chocolate Villa, which has been running for close to a solid fifteen years, and Jason being lawyer like Courtney was, we don't have much time. And Carrie has to go with him since she is like me when it comes to most things. Carrie gives a tiny squeal of giddiness because it's been a while since we've had time together, and everyone, including the children, stare at her.

"Sorry," she murmurs, grinning at us. "It's been too long. So, about the children..."

"We want a contract," Jason states, looking at his son. "A contract of marriage for our children."

"It depends," Justin replies, his arm wrapping around my waist. Even now, we're married, we have kids, and yet, his touch still makes me want to shudder. Every kiss makes me giddy still, and I still can't believe that we have two kids and a third on the way. It's not visible yet but I don't want to tell anyone yet. I, for once, am actually able to keep this secret.

"Who is getting married, my boy or yours?"

"That's just it," Carrie grins, taking Jason's hand. "We let them choose, but we don't tell them about the contract. Whichever couple falls in love, they get married. Of course, it depends on who actually falls in love, not the dating factor. You see, dating can lead to conflicting emotions, like me with Ryan and of course you two," Carries nods to Justin and I as she says this, "but they have to admit that they are truly in love with the other. It keeps it from forced marriage, but it also makes us relatives by marriage and soon blood, not just by his father and your mother, Jenny, but also our grandchildren. Does this make sense?"

"Perfect sense," Justin grins. I bite my lip, thinking about it. I would love Mary or James to get married to one of Jason's children. Jason is literally my twin brother, but not by blood. The other three adults are watching with anticipation and I slowly nod. Looks like my kids are getting married.
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Short, I know. But, like I said, it was on short notice and I really wanted to start this story today.

Now, the rest of the story will be in Heather's POV.

Oh, and Happy 4th of July!!!!!

Now, I am dedicating this story to a certain Treater who is so great to keep my stories on the first page. Her lovely username is sexxypants. So, thank you very much. Now, the rest of you Treaters, don't be angry. I might dedicate later stories to you. But, of course, for now, this story is dedicated to this lovely person.

But remember, I love you all! And have a wonderful 4th!

~Shana Alana

 

No, lemme break it down for you if you haven't read the first book:

Jenny's mother had married Jason's father when Jenny and Jason were nineteen, so technically, it's not incest. Also, both Jenny and Justin and Jason and Carrie want to be related by blood. With this contract, they want to guarantee their relations by blood, which would be their grandchildren, if of course either James and Heather or Macy and Jasper got married and had children. It's not force because it's based on whether their children fall in love with each other. If neither possible couple falls in love with each other, then they don't have to get married. So, really, no it's not incest and yeah, at first it may seem a little screwed up, but if you really think about it, it isn't.

Helpful? If it's not, follow me and we can talk about it more in PM.

 

I haven't died! Just gonna make that clear because I haven't updated in forever. Literally. But, to be honest, a big block happened and I was so stuck! So, anyway, here is the first chapter. It's in Heather's POV. So, yeah.

Oh, and, don't hate me!
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Chapter 1

I walk in a circle around the small area, scanning the small delicious treat's many flavors.

"Bubblegum," I state, grabbing the small scoop and dipping it in the jellybeans, getting a small amount, and pouring it in the bag, taking one and popping it in my mouth.

"No free samples!" the old lady at the counter screeches.

"Oh, bite me, you old hag," I mumble to myself, putting the scoop back in its little hole. I grab another and I mumble, "Orange." I pour jellybeans after jellybeans into the bag, taking free samples as I wish while hearing hisses from the lady at the counter. Once I fill the bag up, I grab another and continue to fill it. Finally, after three bags full of jellybeans, I take them to the counter. The lady sends me a glare as she rings up my purchase. She seems to be in her fifties with blonde hair that's turning white.

"Thanks," I mumble as she hands me the bags, walking out of Mr. Bulky's, the lovely candy shop in the mall. They have every type of candy you can think of! Except ice cream, because it's too hot in the mall. "What an old hag," I muttered angrily as I walked away, heading to the sports store across the way. I dodge people expertly and I walk into the shop, looking for my best friend.

"Ash," I say as I spot his chocolate brown hair. He turns and his blue eyes light up. I walk over to him and take the blue KU cap from him and place it on his head, humming as I think. Being me, my mother has taught me everything about fashion and now, I have very fashion magazine coming to me every month. And that means I know everything there is to know about fashion.

"I like it," I state. "It brings out your eyes." He smiles and hugs me gently. Ash is my absolute best friend. He's straight, and he's been my best friend since before school started back when we were five. When I left to be in London for a few years, which I still have no reason why we went, Ash and I kept in touch and we've been best friends since. And now that he's James', aka my boyfriend, best friend, we have more time to hang out.

"Thank you, my dear best friend. I see you bought more jellybeans," he adds, eyeing the bags in my hands. I nod as I hold them up, a huge grin on my face. You see, I have a slight problem. I'm addicted to jellybeans, just like my "aunt" Jenny is to chocolate and "Aunt" Marcy is to ice cream. Now, with that being said, they aren't technically my aunts yet. By marriage, yes, but not by blood. That's where James and I come in.

"Duh," is all I reply as I pull off his hat and hand it back to him. He smiles at me and we link arms, walking towards the cashier. "So, movie pizza night?" I ask him, talking about our traditional Friday night hang out. We always watch movies and have pizza on Friday nights, and we have since we've been eight.

"Oh totally," he replies, paying for his KU cap. Once we're out, I pull out a pair of mini scissors to cut of the tag. My purse is filled with everything there is to need. And I mean everything. And somehow, I've fit everything in my purse, which is actually sorta small. So, yeah, I love my purse.

"God, you sound like a girl," I say, placing the cap on his head. "But, didn't Sandy yell at you this morning about missing your date tonight?" Sandy is one of the snobs of school. She thinks she's so rich and so popular, but if you look at the numbers, the Wyatts have the most money in the history of Everland, thanks to Marcy and Isaac. Since they got married, the total cash for the family practically tripled. And when they opened their own ice cream business, it ended up selling worldwide. So, yeah, my family's rich. They are my favorite family members next to my little brother and my parents. So, I am the richest in the school. Maybe not most popular, but it's not like I brag about it.

"Yeah, so? Best friends come first. And you are the best-est of the best friends. So, movie pizza night dominates all!" I giggle and we skip out of the mall. We are still very young inside though people call us immature. We're almost eighteen! People need to realize that we aren't business people, we are still kids!

"So, my dear, are you staying the night or not?" Ash asks me, bringing me out of my reverie. I start to nod but then I groan, realizing my bad situation.

"I can't," I whine, swinging my head to look at him. "Mom's making James and his family come over for some reason. I have no idea. I wish I could so we could stay up all night, but I can't. Mom is way too strict when it comes to James and the family coming over."

"It's okay. Come on, let's go. Movie pizza night starts as soon as we get home!" I squeal like a little girl and hop in Ash's car. He drives to his place in his awesome car. I have a car of my own, of course, but I don't drive it often. Normally, I get rides from friends or James. So, yeah, I'm lazy, sort of. But, hey, I'm a senior in high school. I can be lazy.

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After our movie marathon of Disney movies - don't judge - and pizza eating, which is going to make my mother give me a lecture when she knows it's movie pizza night, Ash takes me back to my house. We say bye, which consists of me kissing both of his cheeks, and I walk up my lovely stone walkway. Ash honks at me before leaving, causing me to break into a grin. But then I frown when I realize what's about to happen.

It's not that I don't love Jenny and Justin and it's not that I hate dating James, he's great, I just hate these nights. Mom and Dad make me sit down, eat dinner, and try to not be a fool. But my mouth, clumsiness, and attitude can only stay away so much. And I can't have Ash over because he's not family. Yet, that is.

I open the door to be showered with greetings and a couple hugs. Macy is practically my little sister. She and I are closer than anyone. With the exception of Ash, because he's my everything when it comes to best friends.

"Heather," she calls, walking into the hallway. Her blue hair bounces in place, her wig slightly becoming crooked. Macy and I made a pact saying that we would never wear the same outfit in high school once I entered as a freshman. And it's stuck since. We wear wigs because new outfits need new hair colors. But we don't wear wigs every day. Only some and we reuse wigs for different outfits. We're going through high school in style and we'll never be forgotten 'cause we are going down in history.

"Macy," I call back, bouncing over to her. We hug and then we go through our complex hand shake. I can't explain it because it is so complicated. I bite my lip and fix he wig, earning a thanks from her. I give her a thumbs up and smile to my best gal friend.

"Jasper," I nod at my little brother, his faced absorbed in a Harry Potter book. I turn to Macy, giving her a look and we giggle. She's in love with my little brother; she told me about two years ago because they were and still are best friends. Jasper is still in his social reject phase. Macy got out of her shell a long time ago. All because of me, though.

"Hey, love," I hear in my ear and I giggle, turning to James. His blue-green eyes shine as they look into mine, a grin on his face. This boy, his black hair ruffled, his eyes gleaming, his face as smooth as could be, and him being an astounding six foot nine, almost seven foot tall, is mine. Or, at least now. When I go to college, I'm letting him go. I like him a lot, but do I love him? I'm not sure yet.

"Hey," I smile and I kiss his cheek. No one wants to see us kiss and be all lovey-dovey. I wave to everyone as James whisks me away to the den. Our house is pretty nice thanks to Marcy and Isaac. They are the rich ones but they gave us some money. She's really kind and Isaac is so awesome.

"So, how was movie pizza night?" James asks, falling onto the black faux leather couch. I sit next to him, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. James totally loved the fact that his best friend is also my best friend. So he's totally cool with us hanging out every day.

"Disney filled and pizza filled," I reply, turning to my boyfriend. He gives me one of his most dazzling smiles and pecks my lips quickly.

"So you're not hungry?" he asks and I nod. He shakes his head with a sigh, knowing that I'm going to get an earful from my mother. "Oh, Heather," he scolds, his deep voice heightening to match my mother's, though it is way off. "You know how I hate it when you don't eat at family dinners. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"Well, Mother James, I suggest that you stop scolding me. Or you won't get any more kisses," I threaten, a smug grin on my face. He gasps and gives me a glare that says, "you wouldn't dare." I giggle and nod, a shadow of a smirk on my face. He sends me a growl, trying to be the alpha, and he pushes me over. And there I am, lying on the floor with my expression wiped off my face. James jumps down and straddles me, his face now wearing a smirk.

"Oh, Heather, when will you learn?" he asks me, his voice deep and smooth. I shrug, placing my hands on his chest to feel the defined muscles beneath that blue shirt of his.

"I don't know, never?" I reply, my hands now gripping the fabric. He sends me a look of surprise and then he leans forward, taking my hands to pin them above me. His face has transformed into a beautiful smile and I know that know he's just being him, teasing me as always.

"Really?" he asks, amusement clear in his voice. I nod and he brings his face down to mine, only to whisper, "We'll see." I shake my head with a wide grin and his lips meet mine. It's a normal, simple kiss but, unlike I should, I don't feel anything.
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So, there it was. As much as I hate to admit it, this chapter was so hard to write.

So, who likes Ash? James? Jasper? Heather? Macy? Who do you like best? And don't say Heather. I know you'll all love her, but seriously, who do you like best?

So, you know, feedback! I love feedback!

Oh, and I love you all, Treaters!

~Shana Alana

 

Oh, wow, it is late! And not just in time, I mean in updating too. It's slow going for writing, but I promise that it'll pick up. I'm just having some slow going because school situations. It's not here yet, thank God, but you know, homeschooling is sometimes a pain, just like normal schooling.

Enough droning! Here is your well deserved update!
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Chapter 2

It’s not like I couldn’t feel his lips or anything, I mean, I can feel something, but it’s small, hidden. I know that there is something there. It’s small, like it’s barely even there. But there is something. Wow, wasn't that repetitive?

He pulls back with a goofy grin, his eyes still gleaming. He loves me; that much is obvious. But do I love him? He is everything a girl could want; he’s tall, so hot, he is sweet, he lets me hang out with other guys without getting jealous, he is always here for me, and he is just perfect. Sure, he has a couple flaws, but they don’t matter. And, he is just…amazing. Now, with that being said, I haven’t had another boyfriend, let alone kiss another guy. He’s my first and our families are expecting us to get married. They know that James is in love with me, but they don’t know if I’m in love with him. And they are really on edge to find out.

“You two, get up and stop. I can feel the tension in my room, and that’s all the way on the other side of the house,” Jasper barks at us, rolling his eyes. I send him a death glare, but I’m kinda thankful. I really like James, but without a spark, I don’t know if I love him. But, we still have senior year and college, so I’ll figure it out.

“Oh, Jasper,” James scowls, getting up. He holds out his hand, allowing me to grasp it, and he pulls me up and into his arms. I laugh and kiss his cheek again, watching Jasper pretend to gag and walk out. James wraps his arm around my waist and walk with me to the dining room.

“So, you going to the party tomorrow night?” he asks me, a smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and send him a “duh” look. He rolls his eyes in turn and he and I enter the dining room to find to someone sucking face. And those somebodies are Marcy and Isaac. No, it’s Keith. Why today of all days did he have to swap with his brother?

“God, Keith, really?” I ask them angrily, and his face pales. Keith is practically the older brother I’ve never had. And I can easily see the differences between him and his brother. And the one I can see clearly are his eyes. Now, Marcy, being gullible, can’t see the hint of grey in his eyes. I, however have spent so much time with him I have seen it, and even so far away, I can see it because it practically sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Keith?” Marcy asks and slaps him. “Dammit, Keith, where is your brother?” James is the quiet one, knowing that if he speaks, he won’t be heard. I cross my arms with Marcy, sending him my glare along with hers. If looks could kill, he would be dead, seriously. Two pissed off females means immediate death when glared at.

“Okay, he had to go get the twins, Marcus, Roxy, and of course, their son. Oh, and Josh,” he explains smoothly. Now, I understand that. Our dining table is huge because the family is so big. And we have two dining tables. You see, when you start with three kids, a step-kid, and one cousin, family can grow. Then Jenny and Justin had James and Macy. Jason, my dad, and Carrie, my mom, had me and Jasper. Marcy and Isaac had twins, Jennete and Mason. Also, a third is on the way. Marcus and Roxy had a son, Nico. Josh and his wife have yet to have a child. Keith is still a bachelor. Jere and Liam adopted a girl named Quinn. And, finally, Nick and Greta had a girl named Georgia. So, when we have Thanksgiving, when my grandparents and every person in the family come into town, we need big dining tables.

“Why couldn’t you have done that?” I ask him, sending him a “duh” look. I use that look a lot. Mainly with family.

“Because I wanted to hang out here,” he replies with the same look. Because we’re almost like siblings, it’s no wonder that he sends me the exact same look, copying me as always. Marcy throws her hands up and walks away. And I don’t blame her. Why? Because he’s done this on so many occasions we can’t even count.

“And you just had to kiss her? And, hello, she’s married to your bloody brother!” Yeah, I just used British. Like I said, I spent some time in London, and now some of the lovely vocabulary has stuck to me like glue. But come on, who doesn’t use British every once in a while?

“I’m an actor,” he says, being all high and mighty, “and I was playing the part!” He places a hand on his heart and gives me a dazzling smile. He always does that, I swear, and it is annoying. He may be a relative to people famous, but really? He is not in any movies.

“You are so…ugh!” I resort in throwing my hands up too and walking away. James’ footfalls come up behind me, coming closer with every second even though I’m walking as fast as I can. Before I reach the stairs to head to my room, his hand lands on my arm and he pulls me towards him. I send him a look that says I am not ready for this right now and he just gives me a look.

“Calm down,” he says and rolls his eyes. Sheesh. That has to be at least four eye rolls in ten minutes. Now, another thing you have to know about me, I have a temper. Mainly for Keith, but it is still a mean temper. Since it’s family night, I’m not allowed to any violence on anyone. And that sadly includes Keith. But, really, he’s just an idiot and deserves to be smacked around. By Marcy, but she’s too kind, and the only time she uses violence is to threaten her hydrophobic brother. Me, I’m so much more violent! But I have to live with such a large family, and with idiots no less!

“Remember what happens when you tell me to calm down?” I deadpan, sending him a glare. “Do you remember?” He sighs and crosses his arms, mumbling something incoherent, though I think I catch something about unicorns. Why would he be mumbling about unicorns? I smack him upside the head, sending him a glare.

“Jeez, seriously, relax. That’s just Keith being Keith. You know, idiotic, moronic, stupidー”

“Those are all synonyms, you idiot,” I interrupt him, a small smile on my face, before he continues to drone on about Keith. He sends me a goofy grin and pecks my lips. He has this victorious look in his eyes and I know that was his plan all along. I roll my eyes ー five ー and I let him take my hand and take me to the dining room.

“Heather, James, take a seat, dinner’s about to be served,” my mother tells us, popping her head into the room. I nod and take my seat next to Macy, a smile on my face as I see her. We talk a little before our mothers walk in with Marcy, Roxy, and Greta. They bring in the food, that is actually pretty good looks and there is quite a bit. We eat for a while, creating small talk among the family. It isn’t much, but it’s nice. But once we hit dessert, that’s when it starts going downhill.

“So, James,” Isaac starts, now next to Marcy, “what are your plans for the future?” Marcy is currently holding onto Jennete, her baby girl that is now three, and Mason is sitting next to her, the eleven year old eating up the chocolate cake Jenny made. Yeah, Jenny can finally cook. It took a while, but she finally can.

“Well, um, I’m not entirely sure,” he stammers, taking my right hand under the table. “I’m hoping to get into college, and, maybe, have a family.” He looks over at me, suggesting that he wants to be my groom. My cheeks heat and I shrink in my seat, trying to keep them away from everyone. I hear giggles and awes as they notice my not to subtle movements.

“What about you Heather?” Isaac asks me, a smirk on his face. I blink at the sudden question and I begin to think. I haven’t really thought of my future. I’ve always just went with the flow forever. But, future?

“Well,” I start, gripping James’ hand, “I want a family, for sure. And I’m hoping to go to a fashion school to become a designer, I suppose. I’ve honestly never thought about it. But, yeah.” I shrug, mumbling. Everyone either smirks or laughs, causing me to shirt in my seat in discomfort. I push my plate that still has cake on it away, standing and speeding out of the room.

You see, I have this problem. It’s called stage fright. I have no idea why I have it because my mom was a cheerleader, in drama, debate, you name it, she was in it when it comes to being in front of people. And then there’s me. Sure, I’m popular, but I’ve known these people all my lives. I can’t be in front of people, or at least have the attention of so many. But it comes with the job description when it comes to being a cheerleader. And the only reason why I’m a cheerleader is for James. And James knew that if I wasn’t a cheerleader, I wouldn’t go. So, he kinda forced me to be a cheerleader since he’s a football player.

I rush up the steps and into my room, which is literally right there when I turn to the hall because it’s on the left on the left corridor. I open my door, shut it, and fall down as I lean on it. I take deep breaths as I count. “One, two…” As I count I hear footsteps rush up the stairs. “Three, four…”

“Heather, open the door,” I hear a female’s voice say. And I know exactly who it is.

“Five, six…”

“Heather…”

“Seven, eight…”

“Open this door, now Heather, or so help me, I will murder you.”

“Nine, ten… Okay.” I stand and open the door to see Macy, holding out her arms. I pull her into my room and shut the door, locking it. I pull Macy into my arms and I rest my head on her shoulders. She is the only person who can calm me, and that’s why she’s either been right in front to me to keep me cheering, or with me cheering. And that’s how I’ve been cheering. Because she’s there with me.

Now, my room is not pink with unicorns and sparkles. It’s more, oh, what’s the word, darker, I think. I mean, it isn’t black, but it isn’t bright and girly. My walls are a deep purple, staring dark blue at the base and ending in a midnight purple. My carpet is a deep maroon, soft on my feet. My sheets are forest green and my desk in mahogany. That is mahogany.

“So, about your future,” she drawls, pulling back, “who are you going to marry? My brother?”

“Not as far as I know. Why?”

“Oh, then you have to come over to my house and spend the night. Tonight, because you have something you have to see.”
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KEITH IS BACK! Yeah, he will play a major role in this book! I just love Keith! He's stupid, but that's what's fun about writing him! Especially when there are switches!

Oh, and yeah, I named a certain family member after a certain fan. *cough* Jen. *cough, cough* Yeah, she's awesome because she's giving me ideas and, well, she's awesome like that! Oh, and, um, Jennete (the character) just might have a book of her own. Hint, hint!

Okay, you saw all those family members up there! If you count, I believe, if I'm correct, you'll find twenty-five people! What a family! And, if you count all the people that are from the previous books that you know are family, including Riley and Laney, who I didn't mention, there are fifty-one! Unbelievable!

And, if you noticed, there isn't a third of Justiffer's children! Why? You shall know later...

Yeah, no mention of Ash in this chapter. And I didn't name Josh's wife, if you remember is Julie and Troy's only son. Why? Did you see al twenty-four names up there? I couldn't think of a name that I hadn't used that would go there.

Long Author's Note! Okay, I'm going to wrap it up! I love you all! And Jen (the person) I and glad you love this story, and the same with all of you, I love that you love the stories, but please be patient. I'm having slow days. And I don't get a lot of time to write some days.

So, I love you all, Treaters! I want to know what you think! Who did you like best of this chapter? Other than Heather and James and all the characters from the first two books, not including Keith. If you want, you can love him!

So, I'm going! I will update soon! I have ideas, and Jen (the person) to help when needed.

Love you all!

~Shana Alana