This, sadly, is not an update, though I am working on it, for those of you who are dying for it, but this is a poll-like-thing. I want all of you fans on this here story, lurkers or not, to follow me. I shall follow you back and I want you to PM me, not post on my wall, as I want this to be private, who she should be with in the end an how this story should end, since I have no idea how this will end. I want to hear how you think it should end and who with. Lemme know, my lovely fans! ~Shana Alana
I know it's super late/early, but I feel the need to post this update because, well, it's almost been - what, a week? - since I've updated. And I don't want to update this later because I'll get absorbed into games and hair dying and freaking out over my obsession with The Hunger Games and Josh Hutcherson, who plays Peeta, if you didn't know. So, alas, here is your update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 15 It's been a couple of weeks since Nick and I broke apart. Isaac and I have grown together, we are on tour, and secrets have been kept. I've talked to Laney and to Marcus, Roxy hearing in on our conversation but promising to keep her mouth shut. And so far, our little birdie has been quiet. Thank goodness for that. That means that Laney and Riley are together still, leaving the only single person to be Wolf. And, more on my ex, he is always "Wolfing" out, whether it's when us two are alone or there are other around, but I am always seeing this glint in his eyes after he yells or argues with me. I think it's either regret or sorrow. It's not happy or excited, that's for damn sure. I think he misses me. That's sweet, but I will not take the boy back. Isaac makes me happy. Isaac and I have made our appearances onto magazines and even a couple celebrity TV shows. All about our hook up and there are even some things about Wolf, being the single man. Some magazine interviewed him a day or two ago and now, here I am, reading the magazine to see what he said. But it just talks about how thrilled he is and other crappy stuff. "How is it?" Isaac asks from across the room, picking up a cup of tea. "Boring," I reply with a sigh. "It doesn't once talk about his love life. You would think that Wolf being single would bring up those kinds of questions." Isaac walks over to me with the cup and hands it to me gently. "Thank you, Ice." That is his nickname from me, "Ice." I take a sip of the drink and I turn back to him. "Do you know if the magazine with our interviews is out yet?" "Here is your copy, milady," he says with a small grin and a slight British accent. I give him a quick peck on the lips and flip through the magazine to find his half of the interview. "They put your half first," I say with a small pout. I don't really mean that I'm upset. It is fine by me, really, as long as our interview that was together is in here. "You took longer than I did to interview, dearie," he says, causing me to snap my head to him. He's constantly giving me new nicknames and some like sweetie, love, and hun, I like. But dearie, sugar, and baby are just a no. "Ice," I hiss. "Sorry," he replies and pus his hands up in surrender. He walks away to make coffee and I start to read. The tour bus jolts lightly and I spill my tea. Only a little, thank goodness. I hear Roxy complain up front and she walks to the middle of the bus, grumbling as she sits down right next to me. Somehow, we convinced our managers to let us have this bus arrangement: Isaac, Roxy, Marcus, and I in one bus with Liam, Jere, Wolf, Laney and Riley in the other. We all agreed it was best to keep Wolf and me apart, with all the arguments we've been having. Every time we see each other, we burst out arguing. Jere and Liam go where everyone knows that they are bi. Marcus doesn't know because, until the wedding, Liam says if he somehow ends up drinking, it won't be good. Why? Well, he sort of has a tiny crush on Marcus even though he's with Jere. Confusing, I know, but what can you do? "What's wrong Roxy?" I ask with a small sigh, glancing up to my best friend. Marcus comes in from the back, groaning as he rubs his head; he must have been sleeping. He sits next to Roxy and tries to pull her into his lap. Roxy slaps his arm angrily in response and turns to me. "The driver is an idiot! I swear he needs to go back to driving school," she huffs and the driver signifies that he heard that by a loud "hey!" "Roxy," I scold and look up at her again. Her face is red with anger and Marcus is still trying to calm her down. I pass her my tea and she takes a sip, making as face as she sets the cup down. "Blech, ew, is that hazelnut?" she asks with a twisted face. I look back at Isaac and I see him shake his head. I shake my head at Roxy to relay the message. "Then what is it?" "It's tea, Roxy," I reply and her face scrunches up again. "Oh, I hate tea. Why did you give me that?" she asks, sending me a glare. I shrug and absorb myself into the interview in the magazine. I read it, grinning and giggling as I read Isaac's interview. He's such an idiot. Finally, his interview comes to an end and here is mine. "God, Isaac, could you get any cheesier?" I tease, looking up from the magazine to see him walking over to me with two cups of coffee in his hands. He hands one to Roxy and she gratefully takes it, slurping it up as she gets it. "Yes, I can, and I just might," he throws back with a chuckle. "But have you seen your interview, Mar? It is so, how should I put this?" He sits next to and pulls me into his lap, causing to slightly yelp. "Oh, now I remember the words: girly and overly cheesy." "Oh, shut up. Our pair interview was so much worse than both of our interviews combined," I reply and go back to the magazine, skimming through it. It's pretty good, if I do say so myself. But, of course, I hear a snicker from Isaac, his head resting on mine as he reads my interview. "You are adorable," he murmurs into my hair, trying to suppress his laughter, "but, really? You had to answer that question about us?" I look over to the question I think he's talking about and I blush. "I panicked," I hiss to him, my heated face refusing to cool. "I had said 'no comment' to so many different questions, I answered that." "What?" Marcus asks and takes the magazine from me. I burrow my face into Isaac's chest as Marcus reads. "When you were asked on your thoughts on your relationship with Isaac, you replied, 'Um, well, Isaac is sweet and great and you know, I like him a lot and all, but you know, we haven't really gotten far into the relationship, you know? So far, I kinda guess I could say that I really like us together and well, the only thing I'm afraid of is getting attacked by his fan girls.' Are you serious, Marcy?" "I said I panicked! I had no idea what to say! That question was sprung upon me! I just vomited out words. I said 'you know' way too many times, I know." I pull my face out of Isaac's shirt and sigh, letting his cologne fill my nose. "Mm, good smells," I mumble to myself and I turn to face Marcus. "It was awkward Marcy being awkward Marcy. Let's just deal with it and get it over with." Roxy giggles, "Did you just say 'Mm, good smells'?" "Maybe," I mumble, my face heating up once again. Isaac laughs, his whole body shaking under me, along with Marcus and Roxy. "Yeah, yeah, shut up," I grumble and bury my face into Isaac's shirt once again. Not because his cologne smells really good, but that is a reason, but because of the embarrassment. "You are adorable," I hear Isaac tell me and I feel his lips on my head. I look up to him, not really bringing my nose out of his shirt. If you could smell his cologne, you would not stop sniffing him either. "Yeah, well," I shrug, my words muffled by his t-shirt. He moves his hand to bring my nose out of his great smelling shirt and gives me a small kiss on my lips. Have I mentioned how amazing his lips and kisses are? His lips are soft and gentle against mine. His kisses are the same way, gentle, not wild or fiery. Sure, I feel sparks, my heart skips a beat and speeds up, and my breath is always taken away, but these kisses are nothing like Nick's. I think they are better. I like them better. "Barf!" I hear and my head snaps over to Marcus. He is pretending to gag and I reach over the table and hit him with the magazine. He rolls his eyes with a frown. "You two are better and Nick and you, Marcy, but really, tone it down!" "Marcus," Roxy hisses at him, hitting him gently with her left hand, the diamond sparkling. Yeah, Marcy has an engagement ring again, but it isn't the one Liam swallowed. No one wants to touch the ring that's been through him. Marcus bought her a new one, which is slightly different than the first. It's got a diamond this time and the band is silver rather than gold. Still, it's pretty! "Yes, love?" he asks, turning his eyes to his bride-to-be. "We used to be like that, remember?" she asks, and he shakes his head in response. "God, why do guys have to be thick-headed?" "Hey!" Isaac hisses and I laugh. "She didn't mean you, Icy," I coo and then I turn to her. "Most guys are, and we will never know." She shrugs and I take a sip of tea, going back to my magazine. I read through it, content with my current seating arrangement, and I relax happily. Isaac finally shifts under me after thirty minutes and I pout, knowing he wants me to move. I don't move. I like his lap, it's comfortable. "Marcy," he pleads, looking down at me. I sigh and I stand, moving to the seat next to him, mumbling how life isn't nice. Really, it isn't. When you are happy, life shoves you into a pit of cobras! Well, metaphorically speaking, anyway. I mean someone with a name tag that reads "Life" doesn't seriously push a happy person in a pit of cobras. If that was true, the world would be dead. "Crybaby," Marcus taunts and I throw my magazine at him. "Shut the hell up," I hiss. I stand, grab my cup of tea, and go to the couch, lying down on it contently. I close my eyes and sip it, not a care in the world. Then someone falls onto my lap. "Hey," I hiss and I see it is Isaac. "I'm trying to relax, you know," I add in a more gentle tone. "I do know," he replies, grinning. He has his coffee in one hand and his arm resting on the couch cushion behind him. "But I want to relax as well, so I shall sit on your lap as you did," he adds, a British accent tipping into his voice. He likes talking British, but come on, who doesn't? "Get your," I reply, adding the British accent into my voice as well, "bloody arse off my lap. If you want to relax, lie next to me. I will not tolerate you on my lap." "Bloody feisty, aren't you?" he teases and stands, moving to lie next to me on the small couch. "Yes, I am, you bloody idiot," I mumble. "We are saying bloody too bloody much, aren't we?" "Indeed," he answers, slipping out of his British-ness. "But, alas, it does not matter." "Whatever," I grin; letting my American self push away my British self. I sip my tea and he his coffee, enjoying the comfort of being in his arms. I like this boy, a lot. I might even love him, but it's too soon to tell, you know? And speaking of love... "You know what I miss?" I call to Marcus and Roxy taking another sip of my tea. I hear, "What?" and "Hmm?" and even a "Tell us," from the three of the people on the bus with me. "Ice cream from Ice Cream Delights, aren't we almost home?" "Yeah, wanna go into town to get some?" Marcus asks with a grin. "Yeah, I need some. I wonder how it's holding up." Then it hits me. I spring up from the couch, knocking Isaac off the too-small couch and I yell, "Shit!" "What?" Roxy and Marcus ask in unison. "Ouch," Isaac grumbles on the floor of the bus. "My job," I breathe my eyes wide. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A filler, I know. But, honestly, I had something huge prepared for this chapter, but I realized it should be placed in one of the last two or three chapters. You know, because I love to make you guys wait. So, ice cream hasn't been mentioned in a long time, and I knew that, but I constantly decided to push it out of the chapters. Finally, I put in in here and the next chapter is all it's gonna be about. I'm also thinking about changing the title, since it kinda doesn't go very well with the story. Something like "Music, Love, and Ice Cream" or something of the like. It would make more sense, right? As always, a little feedback is greatly appreciated. Love you, lovies! ~ShanaAlana
It's been a while since I've updated. Since then I've watched Perks of being a Wallflower. I loved it and I feel like I can somehow relate to it. If you haven't seen it, I will shun you. Here is the update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 16 I pace the small area of the tour bus, eagerly looking out the windows to see the sign of my hometown. Each time I peek out the windows, all I see are trees and cables or the occasional building. I constantly ask Isaac what time it is but instead of hours of agony, it's only been seconds or minutes. He also tells me to calm down because the worst Mr. Deeson could do is fire me. And that is exactly what I'm afraid of. This job at ICD is my dream job! I can't lose it. Hours and hours of spending time with ice cream is just what I need every day. "Marcy," I hear Roxy whine, "stop pacing. It's making me feel, well, what is the word?" I send her a small glare, waiting for her to finish her sentence. "Oh, you feel like you're about to witness an anxiety attack, perhaps?" Marcus helps; he's looking like he's going to strap me down to one of the beds in this bus. I roll my eyes and continue my pacing. I hate these beds and I sleep on the couch. The beds are small and I can't shift around through the night. And when I wake up, I end up hitting my head on Marcus' bunk. "Marcy, love," Isaac coos, trying to stop me as he outstretches his hand. I dodge his hand, still pacing. I stop at the window once again and I see zero, zilch, nada, nothing. Is it really that hard to see Everland's sign? Yes, my hometown was named Everland and, obviously, every year after they clean the sign, someone spray paints an N on beside the E to make it Neverland. It's been happening for as long as I can remember. "Marcy Megan Wyatt, stop pacing or I swear to God I will strap you down to one of the beds and I will keep you there until we are at our next destination," Marcus threatens, his eyes narrow slits. I told you that is what he's thinking. We have a telepathic bond, thanks to us being twins. That is not a very good thing sometimes. "You wouldn't dare," I hiss back at him, pausing to place my hands on my hips. He leans forwards, his eyes snake-like, throwing back with a hiss of his own, "Watch me." I grumble curses under my breath, all pointed towards Marcus, as let myself collapse on Isaac's lap and I cross my arms in a huff. "See, hun, it's not so bad to calm down," Isaac whispers in my ear, gently nibbling on it. I swat at him angrily and the sound of hand on face cracks through the bus. Isaac turns me in his lap to face me and I see that I hit him perfectly on his right cheek. He sends me a glare and I scowl right back at him. My mood is fierce and I'm ready to murder anyone that gets in my way. "Don't you dare," I whisper in a deadly tone, my eyes as narrow as Marcus' were. His glower turns into a knowing smirk as he places his hands on my hips. "Don't I dare what?" he teases, his hands moving to my stomach. Oh, hell no. I leap from Isaac's lap, in almost a cat-like matter, and I look over to the window as a blue and gold sign catches my eyes. I launch myself to the window and I start hopping in place, seeing the sign I've been waiting for. "Welcome to Neverland, home to the Wildcats, District Champs since 2008," it says in gold lettering, the blue around it making my beloved hometown sign pop. I sigh in relief and clap my hands giddily. It's been too long. It's been what, a month since I've had ice cream available at my fingertips? "Finally," I breathe. My head is calm but my body is suddenly very active and hyper. I tell the driver to pull up at the arena we're playing at later and I eagerly hop out of the bus when we are there. I grab Isaac's hand and pull him towards Ice Cream Delights, practically sprinting. The lovely ice cream shop is only a few blocks away. "Mr. Deeson!" I call as I enter the shop, the details flooding back to me. The light, sky blue of the walls cause me to smile. The old fashioned lights hanging from the ceiling are the exact same. The old glass case preventing little kids to get free sample of the ice cream still shines with cleanliness. When I look to the old-timey cash register, I see a familiar blonde boy. I know a lot of people who are blonde, huh? "Kendall!" I call sweetly. At first, he scowls, looking up behind me, his face quickly brightening. "Marcy?" he asks, giving me a toothy grin. I nod excitedly and I run over to the register, hop over the counter, and give him a friendly hug. "You know, you were supposed to be at work this last month," he jokes as he pulls back. "I know, I know," I say, dramatically throwing back my hair, "but I am a star! I told you that you'd be friends with a star!" His pale green eyes sparkle as he laughs and I walk around the counter to Isaac, the boy that has been left out. "And this is the other blonde green-eyed boy in my life, Isaac, the amazing drummer of Crimson Keepers. Isaac, meet my coworker and friend, a fellow Wolf-hater, Kendall." They greet each other and talk about their lives as I head back to the main office. I welcome the cold as I place my hand on the freezer near my boss' office. I gently knock on the door as I prepare to see his face once again. "Come in," I hear the familiar gruff voice say to me and I open the door. "What is it, I am very busy," he tells me as I open the door. I don't answer because I'm too busy grinning at the middle-aged man sitting at the desk. His graying hair has been slicked back and placed under one of his fedoras. His black and gray goatee is becoming more of a beard since he seems to be in need of a shave. He sighs and looks up, his icy blue eyes cold before he realizes it me. "Marcy!" he says cheerfully, taking off his reading glasses. He shuts his laptop and stands, walking around his desk and to grab my shoulders lightly. "Marcy, how is my number one ICD girl?" At these words, I know I haven't been fired, thank God! "I'm good. We have a small concert here in Everland and then we're off to finish the fall tour. I only have about a week or two before we end it to write more songs and I can come back and work," I explain, a small grin on my face. "Well, how are the fans? Are they hectic?" "Most definitely," I sigh. "But, soon, I'll be able to work again," I add with a grin. He nods and tells me I can start again as soon as possible. I thank him and walk out of the office, finding Isaac and Kendall in a heated argument about what flavor is better: strawberry or vanilla. "I have to disagree," Isaac argues, crossing his arms, "vanilla is good, and all, but it become bland after a while." "Strawberry can't go with as many toppings," Kendall retorts. "At least, not many good toppings con go on it." "Please! Yes it can! Name a topping that it shouldn't taste good with?" Isaac challenges, a smug look on his face. "Cookie dough," I butt in, grinning defiantly. "What?" they both question, giving me a strange look. "The best ice cream flavor is chocolate chip cookie dough. You can put any topping on it because it is vanilla, and it won't become bland very fast because there is the yummy cookie dough hidden inside. And, come on, it's the most popular here at Ice Cream Delights." I cross my arms in triumph and they both sink in defeat. "And, I'll have three scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough while I'm thinking about it." "Sure," Kendall replies, moving to get my ice cream. "I'll have a scoop of strawberry," Isaac requests, pushing his hands into his pockets. I come up to Isaac, his back facing me, and I wrap my arms around his waist. "You are paying for my ice cream then," I smirk, resting my head on his back. I feel him sigh, his chest and back heaving with his lungs. "Fine," he replies, "but only because you are my girlfriend." He mumbles something else but I'm not really paying attention because of the good cologne smells. God, I need to know what this boy uses so I can get him a lot of it for Christmas, which is only in, what, a month or two. It was only a month ago when we left, and that was September. And it's nearing the end of October, which is why we are having our Halloween concert here in Everland. So, basically, Christmas is in two months. "Love," Isaac says, popping my bubble of thought. I didn't realize that I had been literally sniffing him the whole time until he finally awake me from my dream of thoughts. I am such a weirdo, aren't I? "Sorry," I mumble, pulling myself away from him and reaching forward to my ice cream. I practically stuff a whole scoop of ice cream to cool my blushing face. I instantly regret that; brain freezes are so common they are like second nature to me, but it's been too long since I've had ice cream. I shove my ice cream into Isaac's hands and I place my hands to my ears. Oh my, God, I don't know whether to scream or cry or to curl up into a ball. I'm practically trying to break my skull my hands are putting so much pressure on my head. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I realize I've crouched down where I've been resting my head on my knees. God, I probably look just like Katniss in the beginning of Mockingjay. Maybe I should start her mantra too just so I can stay sane. I hear someone whispering something in my ears but all I can focus on is the fact that my brain freeze is disappearing but now I'm getting the worst headache in the history of all time. It's even worse than my headache from getting drunk. Finally, I hear words. They are fragments, but I can hear words whispered in my ear. "You're... everything is... it shouldn't... I... you will..." Each word or two words are fragments that I can catch. Somehow, I must choke out "aspirin" because someone is guiding an aspirin and water into my mouth. I gulp down the water like it's the only thing that will keep me alive; it probably is. Finally, I feel like I come to because now I am aware that I've wrapped my arms around Isaac, my face buried in his neck. "Is that what a brain freeze feels like?" I ask, pulling my face out of Isaac's neck. He nods, his eyes slightly worried. "God, I really need to eat more ice cream. I've been down on my game." Isaac laughs and helps me stand, me holding my now slightly throbbing head. He then places his hands on my cheeks and chuckles. "Next time, we are waiting until after our concert to get ice cream. You don't need a headache before." "Yeah, yeah, shut up," I grin. Kendall, now holding our ice creams, gives them back to us and I almost scream at the melting of it. I quickly lap up the remaining of the ice cream and I eat the cone, bouncing on my heels. "Thanks, Kendall. Do you have tickets for tonight?" "No, concerts really aren't my thing," he says with a small shrug. "You wanna just hang out back stage?" I ask, pulling a backstage pass out of my pocket. I figured I'd see Kendall and that he might want to come. "Wait, seriously?" Kendall asks, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the pass. I toss it to him and he catches it eagerly. "Thanks, Marcy. Isaac's changed you for the better, huh?" "Maybe," Isaac says, looking down at me. "But, either way, she's still my better half." I scoff at his comment and give him a pointed look. "You are the better half, Mr. Harris," I reply, "because you are the one who changed me." "We need to go, you two lovebirds," we hear. I turn to see Roxy, tapping her foot. "Right... See you later!" Isaac and I wave to Kendall and follow Roxy to the arena. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I feel like this was kind of bad. I mean, yay, this had ice cream in it, but still, kind of bad... Anywho, this story will soon be coming to an end. I know, there isn't enough good things to happen in the small time that's here. The third story will be Jellybeans and Jelly-knees. It will be about Heather, Carrie and Jason's daughter. So, yeah. Feedback, needed, though I think it's a bit of a fail. Love you always, lovies! ~ShanaAlana
It's been a while, but I've been recovering some old stories that I want to rewrite. If you remember some like Death's Child and Faked, I'm starting those over! Possibly. But, now, here is this update. It's short and a filler, but the next two chapters are so drama filled! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 17 I pull on my dress, grinning happily. "And when we get there, we are going to greet him," I sing, "He's going to pull you away, away from what you are living for." I look down at my dress. It's for my concert costume since it's our Halloween concert. Roxy and I are wearing these dresses with cut skirts. In four quarters, our skirts flow around us, our legs showing up to mid-thigh. Isaac hates it, but hey, it's show biz, sugar! The dresses are a black and Roxy has sleeves that are longer and ends at her hips. I can't have them long because I play my guitar, and no one plays my guitar but me or Roxy. I fix my hair in a Morticia Adams style and I place a headband on my head, a small midnight blue top hat resting on my head to the right. We look like hatters but our faces are awesome. They are styled like Day of the Dead skulls. I freaking love this so much. I look so freaky and creepy and I love it! The boys look about the same except they are wearing suits and full-sized top-hats. We are definitely Souls and Skulls now. After all, we actually look like ghosts with skull faces. "Marcy, save that voice for later!" Roxy calls, taking the face paint and putting the finishing touches on her skull face. "I'm excited. Roxy! And there's the masquerade ball tonight for Hallow's Eve! I can't wait to get into my costume," I exclaim in excitement. "Just think we can be normal again!" "Yeah, but I like being famous! Once I turn thirty, I can be normal again," she replies with a roll of her eyes. "I hear, 'I'm a rock star and once I'm out of my prime and have babies, I can return to normal.' Please! Being famous is great, and all," I start, dabbing the dark black lipstick onto my lips, "but every once in a while, you need to relax. Tonight is that night. And I won't have to deal with the screams of fan girls." "Yeah, I figured you'd hate that," I hear. I turn to see Wolf, his arms crossed and his mouth a straight line. "That's none of your business," I say, my smile slipping from my face. He walks over to me as I turn back to the mirror to apply more red paint onto my nose. It has a small heart on it. "Oh, really?" he hisses, turning my around to face him. "Then what is exactly my business?" "Nothing that concerns me," I bark at him angrily. I remove his hands from my arms with a small fire in my eyes. He glares at me, his jaw set in pure anger. The only thing that doesn't agree with his actions is his eyes. They are soft and almost in pain. Good, I think. He deserves pain. His golden eyes narrow and he moves away from me. "See you on stage," he grumbles and walks out of the room. I huff and cross my arms, a small glower aimed at the door. I sigh and quickly add a few more finishing touches and I, with Roxy, head out on stage. Before we do, I get stopped by Isaac, his costume consisting of fangs and white face paint. Yeah, he's a vampire. I mean, it makes sense. Crimson is the color of blood and I believe the keepers would be vampires or doctors. Then again, this is a punk rock band, so, yeah, vampires. "Hey, my sexy Demona," Isaac grins and reaches over and bites my neck playfully. I laugh and swat at his head gently. "Hey, my sexy vampire," I reply teasingly. "And now I will suck out your soul like a dementor." I kiss him and he laughs lightly. "I've got to go." "Alright," he says reluctantly. "Remember, I'm going to be dressed as a pixie king." "And I your queen, right, got it, now I have to go!" I peck his lips before grabbing my guitar and rushing onto stage, read to blow the roof of the arena. Soon after we finish our last song, I pull Isaac aside and tell him I'm leaving to get changed. I run with Roxy, heading over to my house. Roxy left her pregnant zombie bride costume - yes, pregnant, but I'm not sure if she is pregnant. If she is, I'm going to kill Marcus and Roxy for having a child in her before they are even married - at my house. Marcus is her zombie groom. Liam and Jere are going dressed as hipster pop stars, which makes them both look so stupid because of how they act. Riley and Laney are going as werewolf Alpha and Luna, which is so adorable. Wolf, I don't know what Wolf is going as. He's probably going to be a wolf, which is so perfect for that beast of a boy. Roxy and I arrive at my house and once the door is shut, we are stripping off our costumes and I'm rushing to the bathroom as she rushes for the kitchen. I hop into the shower to wipe off the makeup and I get rid of the sweat that came from the hot stage lights. I quickly dry off and blow dry my hair. Roxy is struggling to get her fake belly to stay in place and I quickly slip into my pitch black gown. I twirl and the skirt makes little puffs of black smoke come from the bottom. I love it. I press a button that keeps the smoke from releasing from the hem of the dress and I hurry with my makeup. "Marcy," Roxy howls, "will you zip up the back?" I look back to her and see that she finally has the stomach in place. I hurriedly zip her dress up and we go to finish my makeup. I quickly put her makeup on, splattering red face paint on her cheek and forehead before smearing it on her mouth. "I look good, right?" I ask, placing my hand on a staff for my costume. My dress is lacy at the bottom but once it reaches my thighs it turns silky, which is pretty cool. It's strapless but there is a wire design on that reaches up my left shoulder. My crown in plastic but it is coal black and it rests gently on my head. "Great, but you sure you don't want to do anything with your hair?" Roxy asks as she fixes her veil. She adjusts my crown after I shake my head in response. "No because, come on, would it matter?" I ask, pushing a lock of wavy hair behind my ear. Currently, for my absolute love of Halloween, my hair is striped in three colors: my natural strawberry blonde, brown, and black. Roxy has similar hair but her brown hair is spotted with orange and black. I grab my black mask and set it on my face. I look at Roxy and she grins. "You can hardly tell it's, well, you," she smiles and she places her white and "blood" splattered mask on her face under veil and poses for me in a typical zombie pose. I giggle and clap. "I can hardly tell it's you, Rox," I grin. She holds her arm out to me and I take it before realizing what I'm missing. "Oh, wait; my black wings!" I hurry to my closet and grab the wings that clip onto the back of dress. Roxy quickly and carefully places the wings on the back of my dress and takes the button that activates the movement to me. I place it at my side, opposite to the button that activates my smoke effect. Roxy again holds out her arm and I take it, taking my staff with me. I look evil, I look like a pixie, and I look like a queen. Perfect, huh? Thank God I asked our costume designer for tour to find something like this for me. We drive to the park, humming to one of our songs. I park the car, hurrying to find my pixie king. I see two hipster pop stars and I hurry to them. They are talking and holding cup in their hands. Their masks look like sunglasses but they are missing the lenses, the frames thick and feathers decorating the top to cover their foreheads. "Hey," I call to them, the DJ pumping up music that is way too loud. "Have you seen a pixie king anywhere?" "Yeah, he's over by the drinks," the one that I assume is Jere. "Or at least that's where I saw your king," he adds, his words very slightly slurred. Oh great, alcohol is being served. Cue the sarcastic yay. "Thanks," I say half-heartedly as I walk away, glancing over at the zombie bride and her groom. They are eating each other's faces off and I chuckle at the sight. Two zombies eating each other's faces off; that is not something you see every day. I walk towards to drinks and I see a pair of wings on the back of a dark black jacket. I grin and walk over to him. "Hey!" I call over the music when I finally reach him. He turns to me and smiles, his white teeth dazzling and his eyes as bright as ever. "Hey to you too, my queen," he calls back and gives me a small kiss. "How are you?" "I'm good and what about you, my wonderful king?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him. "As wonderful as my queen," he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting is forehead on mine. We stand like that for a few minutes, our eyes gazing into each other's. His eyes are so breathtaking, a gorgeous hue of green, so bright and so happy. "Have I told you how much I like you?" he suddenly whispers, or says since the music is loud enough to make any normal voice a whisper. "No, you haven't. How much do you?" I whisper back, a small grin on my face. He leans forward and his lips touch mine again. Rather than a soft, normal kiss, this one is passionate, full of love and need. It's almost like he never wants me to leave him, like I mean everything to him. He deepens the kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. Soon, after I have no idea how long, we come up for air. His lips are so swollen and red; they look like they could explode. His face is red and he's panting heavily. My face probably replicates his. "Wow," we breathe, resting our foreheads on each other's once again. I pull away first, taking his hand. I weave through the crowd and I walk towards the zombie couple. "I'm heading out with my king," I call to Roxy. "You'll be okay to go home with Marcus, right?" "Totally, go, you lovebirds. And don't forget to use protection!" The last sentence is yelled towards us as we leave and all I do is laugh. I'm not even sure what's going to happen. All I know is that this boy that I am lugging to my car just might love me. And if he does, well, I don't know where that will lead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there it is! A holiday update! And the next two update are also updates, creating major drama. And there was a taste of Wolf, details, and a hint of romance. Is Roxy preggers?! What will Marcy and Isaac do? You'll never find out because I will not give an update on what does happen. But I will say Marcy will stay pure. All through the story. I can't believe that this story has three chapters left! There is so much to want to put in and so little time left! But, Jellybeans and Jelly-knees will come soon after. I am not sure when if I am rewriting some of my previous stories that I did not finish. But, there will be a third story up here and ready for you to read! So, feedback! Greatly loved. Love ya, lovies! ~Shana Alana
I'm so excited about this story! It's almost over, but I want to know what you would rather have for the extra chapter: a wedding, or a chapter in the point of view of one of three characters. I'll add more details at the end. But, now, CHRISTMAS UPDATE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 18 I hum the tune to "Jingle Bell Rock" as I finish putting my decorations in place, Isaac and his twin brother Keith putting up the Christmas tree. Yeah, Isaac has a twin brother. How did I not know that? I met him at my house after I brought him home from the masquerade ball. The idiot stole his brother's costume, after sneaking here to surprise his brother, and pretended to be Isaac. He kissed me. I can't believe I didn't notice it was him. Well, they are identical in practically every way, so, don't blame me. I guess I felt something because I believed that it was Isaac. But, hell, if Isaac did that, which he never would because he never wants to push me into that, I would most definitely feel the same thing as I did two months ago. "Isaac," I call in sync with the song. "Yes?" he calls back, not bothering to look back at me. Isaac and his brother are staying at my house for Christmas, which is tomorrow. Tonight is our Christmas party, where all of our friends and my family coming to have fun. And, yes, that includes Wolf. And he wasn't even at the masquerade ball. I haven't seen him since our fall tour ended. "Can you help me down?" I ask, looking down at the ground. I'm standing on a ladder, hanging the "Merry Christmas" banner by myself. Roxy had come over earlier in the morning, but she left because she was feeling sick. Morning sickness is the first step in knowing your best friend is fucking pregnant. I am going to kill them after Christmas because I am super pissed that she's pregnant before they are even married. Marcus is going to be the first killed because he obviously can't keep it in his pants. "Sure," he replies and walks over to me. He takes my hips and easily brings me down to the floor. I peck his cheek and I go to grab the tree decorations. I hear them speak about something, probably me, as I head to the closet that holds the decorations. Soon, I've brought them back to the living room, I'm placing them on the tree, and I'm singing happily with the two boys. And before I know it, people are arriving with treats and happiness. "Jenny," I call, placing her batch of cookies on a counter in the kitchen. Yeah, she actually managed to make a good batch without burning down the house. It's a Christmas miracle. "Yeah," I hear as she walks in. I see James in her arms and I take him gently, looking at my older sister. Her hair is her natural strawberry blonde. I suppose that when she realized she was going to be a mother, she thought that hair dying would be ad for her child or something. I don't know why, but still, she's the same old Jenny. "Have you seen Isaac? He was supposed to be helping but once everyone showed up, his disappeared." Jenny's face twists from her happiness to a very confused look. What is up with that? "Who's Isaac?" she asks and I feel like banging my head on a counter. Has she not read the magazines that have been showing my face or mentioning my name on the front cover? I've been everywhere since I broke up with Nick and started dating Isaac. "Jenny, Isaac's my boyfriend." Her face no changes to surprised. "Have you been pay attention to the magazines and the news?" "Yes, I have," she replies with a stern face. "But Isaac can't be your boyfriend. You have Nick, remember?" "That boat sailed away months ago," I retort, the boy's name sending bubbling anger through me. "And it's not Nick. He's Wolf, for goodness sake. The little," I pause to keep myself from swearing in front of James, "jerk broke my heart. He kissed another girl." "Well, that's awful. Now, where is this Isaac?" She starts looking around and I shrug, not wanting to burst because I just asked her that question. I turn to make sure everything is fitting on the counter as I shift James in my arms. "Mistletoe," I hear and I turn feeling a kiss being planted on my lips. I blink and I see Isaac, holding the mistletoe over our heads. I shake my head with a grin, reaching up to push the small plant away. James reaches up and kisses my cheek, causing the three of us to laugh. "He already knows the meaning of the Christmas mistletoe," Isaac coos, taking the boy from my arms. "And who is this little guy?" "He's James, my widdle Jam-Jam," I speak in a baby voice, kissing his little forehead. "Well, actually, he's Jenny's, who is standing right there, but the baby boy might as well be mine because I love him so much." Isaac turns to Jenny, his green eyes first looking at my sister in confusion and then realization. "So you are Isaac," Jenny comments, watching Isaac carefully. He nods and holds out his free hand. My sister takes his hand gently and looks into my boyfriend's jade eyes carefully. "Yes, ma'am," he replies as he shakes her hand. "You must be Jennifer, Marcy's sister. I've heard a bit about you." "And yet, I know nothing about you. Tell me about yourself." Isaac starts to tell Jenny about him and how we met and our current relationship. I take James from Isaac again and I walk away to the party. I find Marcy and Marcus talking, Marcy holding her currently flat stomach. I see Liam and Jere together, drinking eggnog. Laney and Riley are spending time with their families, all the way in LA. Wolf has yet to arrive, though I have no idea why. I know that Roxy was going to bring him for some unknown reason. I search for Justin, ready to wish him a happy Christmas, when someone bumps into me. I almost loose James but I manage to keep my grip. "Bloody-" I almost scream when I see who it is. When I see the boy I hate, my lips form a straight line. He doesn't even see me. The only thing he sees is the little boy in my arms. He doesn't notice my red and green hair or my red lipstick and green eyeshadow. He must figure I'm my sister. "Nee-Nee," James greets with a toothy grin. I just watch as Wolf's face lights up when he sees my nephew in my hands. He pats James head with a smile. "James how is my favorite little boy?" he asks happily. My fist clenches at my side and I shift James once again as he replies. "Great!" he giggles, holding onto my arm. Wolf finally looks up from James and I see a name form on his lips. "Jen..." he starts but he drifts off when he sees me. He did think I was Jenny, typical. His eyes grow soft and he whispers, "Hey, Marcy." "Wolf," I say emotionlessly. He places his hand on my arm, and if looks could kill, he would be dead. "How have you been?" he asks kindly. This is shocking, Wolf being nice. I think he finally realizes that I am not going to go back to him and that I am with Isaac. My face softens with his voice and a small smile is pulled on my face. "I've been good. And yourself?" I ask, looking into his golden eyes. I'll admit that I really only miss one thing about Nick, and that's his eyes. They are so beautiful, so bright. But, really, that's all I'll admit, but only to myself. I'll never admit that to anyone else. "I've been better," he admits, looking down at me. "I've been taking the last month to think, you know? About you and I, about how it's over, and I've realized I'm okay with that. I just want to be friends." I blink at him, completely shocked. Did he just say that? "Friends, huh," I murmur, my face twisting into a strange face that I can only describe as a thinking and confused face. If we become friends, then I know at least most of his feelings for me have diminished. But there's also that little sliver in both of us that still remembers that love we had for each other. And for him, that part of him might not be willing to let me go. "Yeah," he mutters, looking down at me with sincere hope in his eyes. "You won't try to get between me and Isaac, right?" I ask him, biting my lip. James has been quiet this whole time, very aware of the tension between Nick and me. "Of course not," he assures and I nod. I stick my free hand at him and he takes it, shaking my hand. "Friends?" "Friends, I suppose," I agree. I give him a tiny grin and I walk away, James waving bye as I spot his father. "Justin!" "Marcy!" he calls to me happily. He gives me a hug and he kisses his son's head. "How have you been? Where's the new boy toy?" "Justin, he is not a toy! He is my boyfriend. And he's, well, he was talking to Jenny when I left. Now," I shrug and I hear a familiar voice say, "Where's the mistletoe?" "And that must be him?" Justin asks, making me turn to see him. Correction, Keith. I've learned that Keith has a bit of a deeper voice and has a different hair style. Keith keeps his hair spiked while Isaac keeps his hair short and fluffy-ish. Plus, Isaac has lighter blonde hair while Keith's is more of a dirty blonde. And, of course, they have a personality difference, as Keith is more out going and Isaac is a bit more shy. The boy runs into the kitchen to find his brother as everyone stares after him. "That," I say, "was his twin brother, Keith. He dressed up as Isaac on Halloween to trick me. Isaac was pissed when he found us here, talking and very close to kissing. But, yeah, that's Keith." "And your boyfriend is, where?" "Here you are," I hear as an arm wraps around my waist. I yelp, jumping, and cause James to squeal in surprise. "And this is Isaac," I say, turning to my boyfriend. Isaac smiles and gives me a look that asks "who is this?" "Isaac, meet my brother-in-law, Justin. Speaking of brothers, where are Jason and Carrie?" "They can't be here because Heather is sick and Carrie can't be trusted to take care of her." "Ah." "Let's go, Marcy," Isaac grins. "It's time for that beautiful voice to sing something other than rock songs. And then I have to give you your Christmas present," he adds in a whisper, nibbling on my ear. I giggle, giving James to his father and hopping to find Roxy so we can sing carols. And then, once everyone's gone, I get my present! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And now, Keith is a new character. I had the idea before I wrote the last chapter to make it someone else behind Isaac's mask, but Jennete gave me the full idea for Keith! And, the next chapter is going to be so drama filled!!! It's gonna be Valentine's day! Who like the new Nick? Is he planning on something and gaining Marcy's trust? Or is he really that nice? Okay, now about the extra chapter: with the three characters are Isaac, Nick, and Keith. Keith could only cover the last four chapters. Isaac would cover chapter eleven and until the end. And Nick all the way through the story. Tell me! And feedback! I love it. Love ya, lovies! ~Shana Alana
Wanna update? Well, to make you wait, I am not updating until Friday or Saturday. Not only do I want you to wait, I'm having a slight problem transferring my chapter from my laptop to my iPod. So it's not entirely me being total mean. But I do want you thinking about what kind of extra chapter you all want. Wedding or Nick, Isaac, or Keith's point of view for a chapter of your choice! I want to know or there will not be an extra chapter! Love ya lovies!!! ~Shana Alana P.S. I have finally found the couple name for Marcy and Nick: Narcy! Isarcy and Narcy, who ends up together?! And, for a tiny snippet of hints about the next chapter since I'm keeping you all waiting, here are some details: •It's Valentine's Day! •Marcy becomes very confused. •And she has to make a huge and important decision. That's all! Don't come to conclusions before you read Chapter Nineteen!!! And, tis all! Remember, extra chapter, Narcy, Isacry, V-Day, love, decisions, and waiting!