Ice Cream Delights

I know it's been like forever since I've updated and I'm going to give my excuses now: tired, shopping, tired, school, sleeping, hated my first try on the chapter, deleted it, rewrote it, and tired. But, here it is!
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Chapter 8

After a serious make out session in my bedroom, that barely stayed away from my bed, might I add-I hope you get what I'm saying, 'cause I'm not spelling it out for you-we decide to watch a movie like he suggested earlier. Hell, it's hard to pay attention when he's nipping at my neck repeatedly. Kiss after kiss is peppered on my neck by Nick constantly, and he's not paying any attention, if that isn't obvious. I have to rip my vision away from the movie, which I don't even know what it is since Nick picked it and I have to break away at minute intervals. Finally, I just give up on watching the movie and I turn to Nick.

"Nick," I say in a stern voice.

"Yes?" he asks innocently. Nick bats his eyes at me and a sweet grin is on his face. I would melt and give in, letting us have another major kissing period, if I wasn't annoyed.

"Stop and watch the movie." He rolls his eyes. "Come on Nick, we need to slow it down. Do you know what happened to Jenny and Justin when they went a little too far, a little too fast?"

"We broke up because of trust issues and some idiot kissed me while I was Justin's. Little did I know some lovely friend, my step-brother, and this goof were planning to get us back together when I was in a coma that you know about," I hear. My head snaps over to the threshold to the outdoors and I see my sister, her husband, and her little boy, sound asleep on her hip.

"That's exactly why we need to slow our butts down. Now, if you excuse me," I grin and stand, running over to my sister. I hug her happily and she laughs lightly. I hear a small yawn and I pull back to see James waking up. "There's my Jam-Jam."

"Markey!" he calls happily and holds his arms out to me. Being three, he can't pronounce the C in my name. But I love my nickname from my little James.

"Hey, little guy," I smile and take him, placing him on my hip. "How was your trip?"

"Fun," he answers, like that's all I need to hear. And it is, really. "Oh, and we played on the slides! Can we go later?!"

"Maybe, James. Remember, Nicky?" I turn to find Nick watching us carefully. Kinda strange, but come one, I'm a female handling a child. He's observing my motherly abilities. It's normal enough.

"Nee-nee," he calls and waves at Nick.

"Hi, James," he waves back and watches us.

"I'm going to put him back to bed. He needs his sleep," Jenny grins. She takes James from my arms and I kiss the tousle of black hair on his head. He really looks like his father. Same black hair, same little grin. The only thing different are his eyes. He has Jenny's eyes, with the Wyatt blue that gleams when he laughs. He's so adorable. I kinda wish he was my son.

"So, Marcy, what have you been up to?" Justin asks as he lets himself in after Jenny. She walks to the spare room in the house and Justin just leans on the wall, watching Nick and I.

"Oh, I haven't been doing nothing much, really. Just getting the band a gig, joining the ICD team, taking care of Nick, and going on a shopping spree where he paid," I say like it's no big deal.

"And something else," he replies as I sit next to Nick. Nick puts his arm around my shoulder and I pretend not to notice. "Or, rather, someone else," Justin adds with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Justin! Not at all," I squeak and I feel my cheeks grow hot. Nick chuckles and pulls me closer to him as I bury my face in his shirt.

"Marcy, he knows you're innocent. Well, at least for now," I hear him smirk. I punch his chest even though I know I haven't hurt him. I pull back and away from Nick, huffing in anger.

"Now that will not be true," I hear Jenny say sternly. "As long as I am around, she will be as innocent as I was before I was married. And that's the only way she's going to change."

"So, I'm forever innocent. Thank you, Jenny," I sigh in relief. I'm not being sarcastic. I am not getting married and this is much better than what I would have to go through. Nick and Justin start protesting and I push my head in my hands. I'm only eighteen, and they are talking about my V-card. A lovely conversation, isn't it? Note the sarcasm.

"She'll marry, you watch," Justin argues with my sister.

"She has vowed not to. She doesn't want anything bad to happen. I agree with her views," she retorts, sitting next to me and putting and arm around me.

"Maybe that will change," Nick snaps back and I lift my head from my hands.

"Who would change that?" I ask him. Nick stands and bows, holding his arm out.

"Yours truly," he grins and I roll my eyes. I stand and walk over to him.

"That," I say, "is probably not gonna happen. But, for now, enjoy what you have." I reach up and place a kiss on his cheek and I hop back to the couch, grinning happily. Jenny hugs me and a small squeak comes from her ear.

"I was dying for you two to get together. I mean, come on. Six years, Marcy? It took you six years to finally tell the boy?"

"Jenny," I warn as she starts going on.

"I mean, really. We all could see past that blank expression on your face. Well, except Nick, of course, but I remember the first day you two actually met and had a nice conversation, twelve years ago. You would not stop talking about the boy at the café with the brown hair and sparkling golden eyes!" Jenny changes her voice to match mine. "'His name is Nick! He is so nice and he has the most amazing eyes! They are so pretty!'" She snorts and pulls out of character. "Constantly you would talk about him!"

"Jenny," I repeat sternly, my face heating up as I look down and away from everyone's expressions.

"And I remember meeting Nick for the first time," Justin adds, just to contribute to my torture. "He couldn't stop staring at you. You were completely oblivious to it, though, and I could sense a romance bubbling up! And at our wedding, he came over to you and talked. He was the sweet one, you know. Liam being-"

"The flirt he is," Jenny interrupts her husband, "obviously did not want anything to do with one girl. Marcus and Roxy hit it off once they got past the murder of Fluffykins."

"Wait, what was that?" I ask, confused, and I bring up my head to listen.

"Fluffykins was the stuffed bunny your brother tore to pieces! Do you remember the fights, the yelling, Justin?" At this, my head falls back to the ground, but not without a glance to see Nick in the same position.

"Horrible! But, back to the cute couple, you two were oblivious to the love you were emitting! Marcy with your badass attitude and stony expression, and Nick with his Wolf persona, it seems like you were trying to keep it from yourselves rather than the rest of the world."

"Okay, enough with the embarrassment," I snap and bring my head up. Jenny and Justin are smiling at each other like crazy and they look over to me when I snap at them.

"Nick isn't complaining," Justin pushes.

"Actually, I'm about to. Please, shut up," Nick snaps and the adults roll their eyes.

"Fine," Jenny drawls. She stands and grabs Justin's hand. "We grownups are going to go out later. Marcy, I want you to take care of James. Now, we are going to get ready. Grab our bags, Justin." She lets go of her husband's hand and turns to the bedrooms. She heads to the extra bedroom and Justin heads outside, obviously heading to the car of theirs. "Oh, and we are staying here tonight when we get home."

"'Kay! I'll take good care of James. Don't you worry," I grin and turn to Nick. "Wanna learn how to take care of a three-year-old?"
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Now, I hope you forgive me for my absence! But, school ends in a little over a week. Thank goodness! And that means more writing and more happiness! Yay!!!!! So, yeah.

Give me feedback, good words, things to fix if I over looks them, you know!

Love you all, lovies!!!

~Shana Alana

 

Okay, so, note that, in this chapter and maybe the next, it's kinda depressing. I'll explain why later.
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Chapter 9

"Oh, James," I call to the hiding three-year-old. "Come out; come out, wherever you are." Hide and seek is the best game ever, but when you play with this three-year-old, it's harder than trying to put down your favorite book or trying to stop watching your favorite movies or television series. Nick, being the immature brat he is, decided to hide too; the asshole.

"Find me, Markey!" he cries, causing me to snap my head around. The little genius can throw his voice like a professional. So can Jenny, and that's where he gets it from. I head in the direction of the voice, only to know I'm probably wrong. I hear a small giggle come from the opposite direction and I move as quickly and silently as I can. I turn the corner to hear a small shush. Are they hiding together? Cheaters!

"Oh, boys!" I demand. "Where are you?"

"Find me!" James calls again and it's very close. Oh, so close. I stalk through the hall quietly and I start to hear the faint whispers of Nick and James. Oh, I am so going to catch them. But, as I tiptoe to their hiding place, I miraculously trip on a flat surface and fall face first. I hear a small squeak and the patter of small feet along with larger feet coming towards me. I push myself up slightly and I'm suddenly taken into someone's arms.

"Oh, God, are you alright?" I hear Nick frantic voice say.

"I'm fine," I grumble into his shirt. He pulls me away and looks into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asks at the same time James gasps.

"Markey, you hurt!" he squeaks. I look down to where he's pointing and find myself bleeding. I scraped my knee, as I tripped on a flat surface. The world seriously hates me. That or I'm the biggest klutz in the world.

"Oh, wow," I say, looking down at my knee. It's very bad. Like, my whole left kneecap is bleeding. And some is getting on the floor. Nick instantly picks me up bridal style and rushes me away.

"James, hurry up," he calls as he rushes me into my bathroom.

"Nick, I can take care of myself," I protest as he sets me down on my counter.

"Nonsense," he gasps. "I am going to help you and it is very much my right as your boyfriend," Nick adds, kissing my forehead quickly as my face heats up. He starts to rummage through my drawers and cabinets of my bathroom and he comes up with a rag, bandages, peroxide, and medicine. James pads in, my blood on his little fingers, looking as if he tried to wipe it away with his hands. I gasp and hold my hands out to him. He walks over to me and looks up at me.

"James," I coo, but Nick stops me from going any further when he places the rag, now wet, onto my knee, wiping it down.

"Later," he says and I grip the counter as he now tips the bottle of peroxide onto the rag. Now, it time for that real pain. When he dabs the rag onto my wound, which is actually smaller than I thought, I resist the urge to scream swear words right in front of James. But I do squeeze the counter so hard my knuckles are white and I feel another round of blood come from my palms.

"It's almost over," Nick comforts and reaches for the medicine and bandages as I remove my hands. Yep, my unknown strength has caused me to cut my palms open. How, I'm not sure, since the counter edge isn't in a square form, but rather in a curved edge. All for James' safety, of course, and ordered by Jenny and Justin.

"Thanks, I guess," I mumble as I look down at my hands. He tsks when he sees that I've injured my hands. Whoops.

"You're very welcome, Marcy," he grins and places the bandage on my knee. He repeats the process with my hands and when he's done, he kisses my knee and palms. I flush lightly and he goes to work on James, wiping away my blood from his hands. Finally, he picks me up, again, and takes me to the living room.

"Nick," I whine, "I can walk, you know."

"I do, but I don't want my love to get hurt," he says and I feel my face, once again, grow hot. He just called me his love. That is super corny and super sweet. This is why I love Nick rather than Wolf.

Whoa, did I just say the word that is a step higher than like? No, I didn't mean that. I'm just, you know, a little out of it from the fall and the pain and I hate it when people carry me. Yeah, that's it. No love, just like. Beside, it'd be too early to be in love with him. Not that I'm saying I am. I'm clearly not in love with him, just in like.

Nick places me on the couch and sits next to me. James climbs onto the couch and places himself on my lap. I don't mind. Not really. Nick puts his arm around my shoulders and James hugs me, curling into my lap. I stroke James' hair with one hand and hold Nick's free hand with the other. I lean my head onto his shoulder and we watch television, but I'm thinking.

Honestly, I feel like we're a real family. Little James slowly falling asleep on my lap, Nick allowing me to lean my head on his shoulder, his arm around my shoulders, and myself, grinning happily as caress James and lean on Nick. It's absolutely perfect. I could actually live with a family like this, happy, knowing that we are safe.

But we aren't because we don't know when God chooses for our lives to end. Whether it's when we are old, young, or middle aged, we will die. But when is the real question. We will never know and I may seem like I'll take risks, but I don't want to. Not when those I love lives are at stake. I'll love my husband and children so much and I might be torn away from them. And I can't let that happen. Not even if I was given immortality along with my family. There is always a way to die, even if you have Achilles' heel. Note that I just made a Greek myth reference. You're welcome.

"Hey," Nick whispers, snapping me out of my trance of thoughts. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I whisper back. I look down to see that I'm still stroking James' hair, his sleeping figure still except the rise and fall of his chest. I smile gently at the small boy and remove my hand from Nick's. I gently pick up James and hold him closely as I stand, careful not to wake him. I move as swiftly as I can and take him to the extra bedroom. I place him in the bed, bringing the covers up over his body, and I watch his sleeping figure for a moment.

James is a beautiful boy. I wonder what it's like to hold a child in your arms that is really yours. James is the closest I'll ever get to a child of my own. Well, Heather too, and at least one more child from both Jenny and Justin and Jason and Carrie; maybe Marcus and Roxy could get married and have a child. Maybe, but I'm not sure.

Before I leave the room, I kiss James on the forehead and I turn to walk out of the room. I see Nick leaning on the threshold, his blue-dyed hair over his forehead. His golden eyes shine as I walk over to him, pausing before taking his hand. It's almost as if he can read my thoughts and he pulls me into a hug. It isn't bone crushing, but soft and comforting. I feel him plant a kiss on the top of my head and I burrow closer, not wanting to let go.

Not now. Not ever.

But I know I will have to.

When, I'm not sure. But I know I will.

And I'm dreading that moment.
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Okay, this was depression, to say the least. But reason being, I was listening to depressing music and music inspires me. And, plus, I wanted to let you see how she thinks, how she loves James, and how she is conflicted on her views. Even though she doesn't want a family, the motherly, wifey woman comes out of her when she's with James and Nick.

So, yeah. She's not the hardheaded, mind made girl you think.

So, yeah. Feedback is much appreciated.

Love ya, lovies!

~ShanaAlana

P. S. School ends in almost a week! More writing! Which is good news because I have a new book idea! YAY!

 

Okay, I know I haven't updated, but honestly, I have a really good explanation. First, I was writing and I didn't like what I had, so I deleted it and rewrote it, for the second time in this story. Then, I had a friend come over and we had a movie marathon. Yesterday, we had graduation for eighth grade and seniors, your truly becoming a freshman next year. And I finished it yesterday, but didn't have time to edit and proofread. And now the Internet is screwing up since there are tornado and sever weather warnings in my area.

Really, really long explanation, I know. But, all of it is truthful, I swear. I'll try to get this chapter up by the end of this week, since I am about to end school Wednesday! So freaking sorry I haven't updated. But I'll try my darnedest!

 

Finally get to update! And school is finally out for the summer! YAY!
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Chapter 10

"Hey, guys," Mr. Stars calls to us happily. We greet him with the same enthusiasm. It's been a few months since my first date with Nick. Ever since, we've been very close and I don't feel like anything is an act. Except the Wolf moments he pulls. Nick has been around much more, and it's great. Wolf is just for the stage, though he sometimes slips past the Wolf act to kiss me on stage. Embarrassing in front of everyone, yes, but I still feel the amazing feeling when we do.

"So, I have decided to send you guys somewhere," Mr. Stars grins. I glance behind me, looking up at Nick. Roxy and Marcus grin and Liam just waits. "I am going to fly you to open for Crimson Keepers in LA." Crimson Keepers is a very awesome band that came into the spotlight around the time we did. They are also a rock band, just more popular and less depressing when they sing. People love them. Souls and Skulls do too.

"No freaking way!" Roxy squeals. She has a minor, childish crush on the lead singer, Riley. He is gorgeous, but she knows that she can't like him because of Marcus. But a mild crush can't hurt. It's like me with their drummer, Isaac. He's gorgeous, too.

"You are kidding us!" I grin happily. I look over at Mr. Stars, a glint in his eyes.

"Never do I kid on something as important as this. I actually know the manager for Crimson Keepers. He's a good friend and we worked this out. The first concert in two days and we leave tomorrow at noon." At that, he walks out, shutting the door to our room. It's a normal room filled with a couple couches and a television, even a mini fridge. It's cool.

"Sweet," Liam hoots. Nick hugs my waist tighter; we were talking earlier and his arms were already around my waist. I smile and lean into him, a small glance at Marcus and Roxy before closing my eyes. I see a strange emotion on their faces: fear. They are never afraid. Marcus is only afraid of water. Roxy is afraid of spiders and snakes, which I can easily agree with, but not heights. I'm not the only one who notices this.

"What's wrong," Liam comments, "you two? I've never known either of you two to be afraid of heights."

"It-it's nothing," Marcus stammers. I open my eyes once again. Marcus is nervous? That is different. He is never nervous.

"Marcus, tell us," I snap at my twin brother and he pales. Oh, it's a secret. And he is terrible at keeping secrets.

"Marcy, calm down," Nick mumbles into my hair. But now I have to know.

"Roxanne, tell us your secret," Liam requests, leaning towards her. Roxy's face goes red with anger and her mouth forms a fine line.

"Don't call me that. I'll never tell." Roxy crosses her arms with a huge frown. I glare at her, knowing that she can't keep a secret from me. I wiggle myself out of Nick's grip and hop out of his lap. Yeah, I was just sitting in his lap. Deal with my love for him. Or like. I'm still confused about my feelings.

"Roxy, come. Now," I demand and grab her hand. She shakes her head and wraps an arm around Marcus. I glare at my brother and whisper, "I will drown you in pool when we get to LA if you don't help me."

Marcus pales further than you would think a human can pale and removes Roxy's arm from him. "I'm sorry, honey, I can't let that happen," he says regretfully. Honey is not something I've heard from them before. Only Jenny and Justin, Jason and Carrie, and Courtney and Luke call each other honey. Oh, wait, does this mean what I think it means?

"Roxy, are you and Marcus en-" I start, placing my free hand on my heart in pure shock.

"Hush! Don't say it here!" she squeaks. She is now the one pulling me away. She yanks me out of the room. Roxy then turns to me when we are alone and glares at me.

"Are out two finally engaged?" I ask her. She bites her lip and looks around.

"Yes, we have been engaged for a while now," Roxy replies, trailing off.

"Give me the details, woman," I whisper-scream. "When is the wedding? How long have you two been engaged? Why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Listen to my story, and don't interrupt," Roxy commands. I nod and pretend to zip my lips shut. "Alright, it was about six months ago. Remember the date we had to the really fancy restaurant a few towns over?" At her question, I nod. Marcus had used a lot of money to get her there, pay for the food, and there was something else, but he wouldn't tell me what. Now I know. "Well, in the middle of dinner, we had our food, our drinks, you know, the normal. But it was so expensive compare to our normal dates, and before we left, he told me he had a surprise for me.

"I was so excited and I remember you helping me before, telling me you had no idea what the surprise was and I didn't believe you. So, I was starting to get nervous. We got there and it seemed normal. We ate, talked, drank, had fun, you know. And then, everyone turned our way as if on cue. I saw this huge banner coming from the kitchen and a tiny cake. The banner said 'Roxy, I hope you say what I am dying to hear. - Marcus' I was like, 'What?'

"Marcus smiled at me and took the cake from the waiters and waitresses and knelt in front of me. I was still freaking out. He told me, 'Go ahead; take it.' So I did. And on top was a beautiful diamond ring. And, on the cake, it said, 'Roxy, marry me?' And, well, obviously I said yes. Six years of dating is a long time to wait. And now you know." I stared at her and she took a deep breath. That was six months ago? Why wasn't I told about this earlier?

"Keep answering my questions, woman," I demand after a minute of thinking.

"Well, the only reason why you are hearing about it now is because Marcus wanted to make it a surprise during the week before our wedding. And, well, this trip to LA kinda screws that up."

"Why?"

"Well, the wedding, well, it was supposed to be, um, in a week..." she says, trailing off.

"What?" I screech. I run away to the boys and I find them talking to one another as if nothing happened. I step in front of Marcus, placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him.

"Yes?" he asks with a small frown.

"Am I seriously just now finding out that you and Roxy are engaged? I thought that we were siblings that told each other everything. And how am I just now realizing that you two are getting married next week?"

"Whoa, back up," Nick says, looking at me intensely. "My cousin and your brother are engaged to get married next week?"

"Yes."

"Wait, since when," Liam pipes in, "was this engagement official?"

"Six months ago," I finish coldly.

"Hey, you kept secrets from me too," Marcus defends. "You kept it secret that you were in-"

"Hey, let's not make this about me, okay," I quickly interrupt, a blush creeping onto my face. "This is about this wedding! I need to know the colors, what dress I need to get, what I'm going to do, if I need a date, if I need to invite-"

"It's fine. I have the dress, you're my maid of honor, Nick is obviously going to be your date, and I already sent out the invites, thought I'll have to postpone the wedding to another date and tell everyone. No big deal," Roxy says, suddenly next to her fiancé and waving a hand.

"How do you know my measurements?" I counter.

"We go dress shopping a lot, I should know." Roxy lets a smirk onto her face. "And Nick kinda knows because you force him to take you shopping." My face becomes heated and I walk away from the couple. Nick stands and wraps an arm around my waist, his lips gently on my ear.

"Calm down, sweetheart," he murmurs into my ear. He gently bites my ear and I suppress a yelp. He knows how much I hate it for him to act like this in public. Nick chuckles and kisses my cheek at my shudder from suppressing my yelp. "I'm kidding. Relax."

"I hate you," I mutter.

"You love me."

"Love is a strong word."

"Sure it is," Nick snickers. "But you do and you know it!"

"I'm not sure about that."

"We'll see about that."

Oh, no. That doesn't sound good...
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Oh, another WEDDING! Wasn't that sweet of Marcus to finally ask? Who thought that they wouldn't even get engaged? But you know me. Of course sweetness must happen.

What does Nicky mean? Could he be ready to seduce our dear Marcy? Or is he just teasing her? And, really, what are the Crimson Keepers like? Finally, what do you think their name means. I honestly am not sure and I came up with the name.

Well, if I can, I'll update again later, if I can finish another chapter and proofread it tonight.

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

Alright! New chapter! Enjoy!
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Chapter 11

I hop to the place where we pick up our bags. That plane ride wasn't that bad. I mean, there wasn't a little kid behind me to kick my seat or anyone sitting with Nick and me. And the band was around us, so no one became sick with our feelings. It was great. Liam, on the other hand, got the short straw, for he had a little kid behind him, kicking his seat, and a little kid in front of him, nagging nonstop. He was beside two guys, not girls to his demise, and sandwiched him in the middle, talking loudly and over him. Poor guy; talk about a nightmare.

"Hey, gorgeous," Nick whispers in my ear, his breath tickling me, "how are you?"

"Horrible," I drawl sarcastically with a giggle. "What about my baby? How is he?"

"Loathing the idea of staying in a hotel with you," he replies just as sarcastically. I laugh even harder and shake my head, turning to him.

"You are crazy, my dear boy, for I-"

"Hey, you must be Demona!" I hear. My head snaps to see the hottest drummer in the history of all time. No, not our flirtatious Liam. I mean beach blonde, dashing smile, green-eyed Isaac. Demona is my stage name. Marcus' is Demos, making it evident that we are twins.

"Isaac Harris, drummer of Crimson Keepers. Call me Marcy off stage," I say, beaming with the knowledge that I'm in his presence. "Nicky, dear, this is obviously Isaac. This is Nick, or Wolf; whatever you want to call him." I place my hand on Nick's chest and smile at him. Nick smiles down at me and then turns his head to Isaac.

"Nice to meet you, man," he grins. "Call me Nick. Everyone does unless I'm on stage."

"The pleasure's mine, Nick. The rest of the band is waiting outside. Where is the rest of yours?"

"Liam Hiram Kildling, get back here!" I hear as I open my mouth to answer, causing me to wince. Roxy's voice seems to be angry at Liam. Roxy never calls Liam's full name unless she is super pissed. Liam must have stolen her engagement ring again. He's already done it eighty times in the last day. He is a lovable idiot.

"There," I answer with a sigh. "I have to go get the engagement ring back from Liam. You'll find my bag, right?" I direct the question towards Nick with a small grin of hope on my face.

"For you, anything," he answers. So cliché, I love it. I peck his lips and wave to Isaac, walking away.

"Liam!" I hear again and run towards the screams. This can't be good.

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"You are so immature!" I huff angrily, crossing my arms dramatically. Why, oh why, did Liam have to swallow Roxy's engagement ring? Yes, he swallowed her ring! Roxy is far more pissed than I am, and you can't blame her. Marcus, her school sweetheart, the love of her life, gave her that ring, and Liam just had to swallow it.

"I'm so damn sorry," he snaps back, holding an icepack to his face. "You were the one to tackle me and cause me to swallow it!" I can understand why he's pissed too. I ruined his quote and quote "pretty, money making face" when I tackled him onto the hard floor of the airport. He's an idiot! We will deal with the fact that we are in a five-star hotel lounge with Crimson Keepers later. This is the most important thing at the moment.

"Why was the damn ring in your mouth in the first place? You could have died when that entered your windpipe! What would we do without you?"

"Awe, is someone caring for me?" Liam teases and I punch his arm, hard. "Ouch. Jeez."

"Of course I do, you nitwit! You are like a brother to me! A flirtatious, idiot brother that I can hardly stand!" I huff again, leaning back onto the leather loveseat. It feels strange so I let it fall onto Nick's shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispers into my ear. I nod slightly, trying not to hit him. "You know, since Liam is going to be in a room alone, Roxy and you are going to be in one room, and Marcus and I in the other, I was wondering if you'd be okay with a little swap. You know, so we can sleep in the same room. Together?" I giggle as he says this last word, nodding excitedly. We always cuddle when we are in the same bed together, so I love the idea. But the only thing I am worried about is being caught. Mr. Stars isn't here because of some big deal back home and he left strict instructions that it would be two to a room, genders separate. Mr. Landly, the manager of Crimson Keepers, will be keeping watch. I just hope it works.

"What are you two whispering about?" asks the only girl of the band, Laney, leaning towards us. Laney is really cool and really funny. The first comment she made was, "Ouch, pretty boy. Did a cat use your face as a scratching post?" I thought it was hilarious, Liam, not so much. She has the coolest hair too! Her hair is all sorts of colors, and it's in an awesome Mohawk. And, to make stuff better, we both play the electric guitar. We are friends already.

"Something," Nick says out loud, and then whispers to me, "about us sleeping together." He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh at his gesture. I poke his cheek and he kisses my cheek gently.

"Gag," I hear Jere, the bass guitarist and brother to Laney, say with a roll of his eyes. "Laney, please agree."

"I think it's really sweet! Right, Riley?" She bats her eyelashes at Riley, who is her boyfriend. Too bad for Roxy, but since she's getting married, it's for the better. But I have to admit, Riley is very hot. His jet black hair allows his emerald eyes to pop. His smile is amazing, a hint of mischief behind it. And he has a nice body. It isn't overly muscular, but just perfect. He seems to have about the same body as Nick, but maybe a bit more muscular. But I still would rather have Nick.

"It can be. But really, you two go get a room. The married couple are handling themselves just fine," he comments. Yeah, they know. The media will find out sooner or later. Might as well tell the band we will be opening for during their tour next month. If this concert series for a week is successful, we get a tour bus and can go with them on their tour to open for them. It's a good relationship.

"So? They are waiting until they are married," Liam buts in, shifting his ice pack on his face. "For now, they're like Nick and Marcy, whispering and waiting."

"Who said I was ever giving myself up to this silly boy?"

"I did," Nick says with a small snort.

"You do not wear the pants in this relationship" I say seriously as everyone laughs. "I do. Did you not just tell me at the airport that you'd do anything for me?"

"I did, but that doesn't mean that you wear the pants. I'm the man."

"And you do what I want. That means I wear the pants."

"I do."

"No, I wear the damn pants."

"Shut up," Jere whines and I roll my eyes.

"This isn't over," I say to Nick before crossing my arms.

"It will be when you see that I wear the pants."

*****

"Hurry up!" I whisper-scream as Nick runs towards my room. Roxy left just a minute ago after Mr. Landly made his rounds before he went to sleep himself. Now is the perfect time to switch rooms. I told Marcy right after he left and she thanked me so much. She's been dying for a little privacy with my brother since the plane ride.

Nick hurries into my room and I shut it behind him, locking it. I lean against it with a small sigh. Finally, some alone time with Nick; this is well deserved. I have heard so many complaints about our kissing and cuddling. It was so annoying. Now, there will be peace and quiet and him for the rest of my night.

"We are finally alone," Nick says with a grin. I walk towards him and smile right back at him.

"Finally is very correct," I say as I take his hand. He pulls me close and our noses are touching. I close my eyes slowly as he kisses me, the sparks creating an inferno. I let go of his hand and wrap my arms around him, kissing him back. Nick picks me up by my waist, almost as if I'm a piece of paper, and places me on the small rectangular table in the room. He gently pushes it against the wall behind me, careful not to disturb Liam in the room to my left. Why he's being quiet, I don't know, because Liam will have girls in and out of that room by the end of the week. You watch.

Nick takes my hands from around his neck and places them above me on the wall, pinning me in place. When he pulls back slightly, he whispers, "Who wears the pants?"

"I do," I mumble back and meet his lips with mine.

Again, he pulls back, looking at me intently. "I do, my dear. Who is stronger?"

"You."

"Who is the lead of this band?"

"You."

"So, who wears the pants?"

"Me...and you. We both wear the pants, okay?"

"Alright, then." Nick grins and picks me up again, wrapping his arms around my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, kissing him. He carries me to the bed and lies me down, kissing me back.

This is not going to get out of hand. Not now.

I'll make sure of that.
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Obviously, all they're going to do is kiss and make out, so don't start freaking out about how she's going to lose her innocence which goes against her vows. But, it was interesting. I mean, Liam swallowed Roxy's ring! And they were fighting about who wears the pants in the relationship.

Now, I am going to venture away from this story and talk about another story I have ideas for! I am going I call it Eyes of Destiny. It's about a girl that's almost eighteen who lives a perfectly normal life. But it get jumbled around when a strange boy shows up and her uncle Eli and her aunt Cecilia tell her that she's from a different dimension, a princess, and has strange powers. To top it all off, she has to save her kingdom called The Kingdom of Destiny, named after the precious jewels called the Eyes of Destiny, which match the girl's eyes.

The girl's name? Destiny, named after the jewels that are to strengthen her powers, that are the same color as her eyes, and that can help her take back her throne from the man that killed her parents.

So, what do ya think? Writing worthy or no?

Lemme know!

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana