Ice Cream Delights

Okay, I'm going to end you torture now with a long update! Lots o' thinking gonna happen!!!

And here is your V-Day update!
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Chapter 19

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I hear. Someone comes into my room as I open my eyes, blinking back my tiredness. I see Isaac bringing in a tray full of food, causing me to squeal in happiness. I pull out a stack of magazines that are just for today. I have been planning today for weeks. Yeah, I know, that's kinda strange, but I love Valentine's Day.

"Hey, you," I call happily. I kiss him gently and I eat. I hurry because I need to start moving in with my plans. Keith has left to Nick's because he doesn't have a girlfriend and, well, he thinks it will be awkward if he stays with us.

"Now, let's start going over my plans," I say as I stand from my empty tray. He walks outs so I can get dressed and I speak to him through the closed door. "First we will watch romantic comedies." I slip on a red dress and I walk out of the room to see Isaac reading a magazine. "Whatcha reading?"

"Oh, an article on us, about our love, you know the usual." He flips through the magazine and I ring him to the living room, going over our plans.

"And, finally, I have a surprise planned for you." I hop onto the couch and I explain about the rest of our day. Before we start out romantic comedy movie marathon, I scan through a few magazines to see if I see something else that can work for today. Suddenly, I see an article on Nick. An article of Nick for Valentine's Day? Now, I have to read it.

After I read it, I gasp, freaking out. "Ice," I say to Isaac. I paw at his arm, which is around me, and reread what is on the paper.

"Yes, Mar?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Listen to this! 'Lead and new celeb single hottie Nick "Wolf" Kildling,'" I snort, "they let his name leak, 'was asked about his thoughts on dating a fan, or even if the Miss Marcy "Demona" Wyatt, if she ever broke it off with Isaac Harris, drummer of Crimson Keepers in October. He responded, "Not a fan, no, but if I had known her from my home town, I might, anyway. But there is this one girl I've had a crush on since I laid eyes on her, but I hadn't realized my feelings for her until about five years back. I dated her for a few months, but I did a really stupid thing."

'When asked what he had done and what happened after, he replied, continuing the story, "I kissed another girl. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like it was cheating. I was just helping her since she was a friend and it was a bet she had with her brother. Neither of them lost it, so the embarrassment that was going to be played was spared. But, my ex-girlfriend caught us, and I hadn't known. I should have, though, because she hadn't show up for the rest of the night or some of the day after. When I found her, she was with her current boyfriend. Now, I know she hadn't cheated on me. I could tell, easily.

"The problem was, she had alcohol and vomit on her breath. She never drank once before, so I knew right then something was wrong. My cousins and her brother were devastated from her not showing up. They had been crying and searching. Her best friend and my cousin practically killed her in a hug. My other cousin was sobbing uncontrollably to the point that he needed comforting too. Her brother was the most kept together. But, when we were alone, she told me after I had asked her why she was with the guy, it didn't seem wrong to cheat in our relationship.

"I haven't felt the same since. I think I was in love with her. I wish I was still with her and I hadn't kissed La - I mean the girl. And, would I date Marcy? I would, if I hadn't done what I did." We asked him about when this story had taken place. Nick replied, "Only a few weeks ago. To her: Here's a little advice, sweetheart. Make the right choice." And that was Wolf, lead of Skulls and Souls.'" I place the magazine down and look up at Isaac, who has an astonished look on his face. "Do you think that he was talking...?"

"...about you?" he finishes in a small voice. "Yes, I do."

"Isaac," I say, hugging him in distress.

"What do you need to do?" he asks me gently. I bite my lip, thinking about this. Nick, if he's serious, is ruining everything. I just don't know what to do.

"Isaac, I have to go," I say quickly, standing sadly.

"It's okay, Marcy," he says with a sight frown. He stands too and he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me to him for what might be the last time. I look up at his face, taking in every last detail. His blonde hair slightly covers his ache free forehead. There are slight wrinkles of concern and worry on his forehead too. I move to his jade eyes, so clear and full of worry. I look down at his nose, so perfect and smooth. His cheekbones are perfect too, making his face even more angelic. I finally move down to his lips, lips I've kissed so many times to know that they are smooth and warm. I wrap my arms around his waist, looking up at his eyes again.

"Isaac," I say, but he stops me with a gentle shush.

"Marcy, I just want you to know that I want you to make the right choice. If you decide to be with him in the end, great. If you decide to stay with me, even better. But, before you go, I need you to know something, something important." Isaac bites his lip before opening his mouth to say what he needs to tell me.

"I love you," he whispers, causing my breathing to come up short. Those words, those three delicate yet strong words just came from Isaac's mouth. I gape at him, surprised. He laughs at my expression. "I know weird right? I never thought I'd be this crazy about a girl. Not until I met you, I never really cared about girls and relationships. You never flung yourself at me, you never tried to get my attention. You were just you, even though you were with Nick." He pauses to wipe my face with his thumb gently, removing the tears streaming down my face.

"Shhh, don't cry," he coos, frowning. "I hate seeing you cry. It breaks me into so many pieces. That's why I cared so deeply that first night at our concert. You looked so broken and when you started crying, I almost did too. You make me feel different, and dammit, I really don't want to lose you to Nick. Yeah, it a cliché love story with a damn love triangle right now, but, honest to God, I really, really fell so hard in love with you. I know that this really isn't helping, but let me get this out before you leave.

"Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. Every time you touch me, my heart stops. Every time you kiss my, my heart is going at the speed of light. I love you as much as you love ice cream."

"That's some pretty big love," I interrupt with a small giggle even though tears are still making their way down my cheeks. He laughs slightly to before continuing.

"Yeah, it is. But, listen, just, even though I've poured my heart out to you, and I know Nick will too, just follow what your heart says right now. Don't listen to our words or your brain. Listen to you heart because it knows what's right. Okay?"

"Okay." I give out a shaky sigh and I pull back from Isaac. My hand reaches up to my neck, gently fingering the small heart. Now I realize that I do this when I'm nervous or worried. Right now, I don't really know how I feel. "Can...Can I, um." I stumble over my words because that's what my heart is doing: stumbling. Isaac seems to understand and nods.

"Also, remember that I'm always here for you. If you need a friend, I'm here. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. If you decide that you and Nick aren't working out, I will be waiting because I don't want to get in the way. Always remember that."

"Thank you, Isaac." I reach over to him and cup his cheek gently. I can't leave yet. I just need a few more moments in case this is it for us.

"Alright. Now, you should probably go because, you know, you need to go talk to him." I give him a sad smile before wiping away the remainder of my tears. I give him one last, gentle kiss before grabbing my cell phone and walking out of the house. I don't grab my keys because I need to walk for a while. I need to think. And, dammit, my mind is in jumbles.

I sigh as I look up at the sky when I walk out of my house. Why does it have to be so sunny when my life has taken a gloomy downfall?

Nick: he's fiery, angered, practically has two different personalities, but he still is sweet and kind to me. Or, he was when we were together and now since Christmas. What he said, in that stupid magazine, it makes me want to love him again. I fell in love, or so I had thought, he ripped my heart into shreds, I thought, and now he wants me back. Hell, everything I knew about Nick was wrong. He is sweet, he is a person I love, I think, and he did kiss Laney, but only for a dumb bet that she would have lost if it wasn't for him. His actions caused this and now my brain and heart are more confused than every book characters' emotions on anything. It makes me feel so strange. And this boy, who is so far from perfect, is causing all of this!

Isaac: he's funny and charming and sweet and he's so perfect. But, still, he's not. He doesn't have hard abs, he doesn't cook, he doesn't play any other instrument from the drums, and he doesn't know how to be perfect. But that's okay, you know? Perfection is overrated! People only need to be perfect for family and the ones they love. And he is perfect, to me. So, he doesn't cook, but I can. He doesn't have the perfect abs, but he isn't fat or out of shape. He is somewhat lean and he is skinny. He only plays the drums, but I can't play drums.

Then there's me: a girl who has a short temper, can be super sweet, has a weakness for ice cream, loves her music, and is so emotionally wrecked, she doesn't know what to do. I am so not perfect either. It took many years and treatments to get over acne, I needed braces, I needed glasses before my laser-eye surgery, and I was a book nerd, I'll admit all of that. I'm not physically fit, but I'm not fat from my ice cream habit. I can't play classical instruments except the piano and I can't play the drums. I can cook, much better than Jenny ever could, but that doesn't mean I'm perfect at cooking. People would say I have no soul if they knew I was a "ginger" so to speak. But, even that doesn't make me perfect; it makes me judgmental just like them.

But, really, who is perfect? I sure as hell am not. Isaac and Nick aren't either. No one is perfect. But, in the eyes of me and his family, Isaac is perfect. In the eyes of my family and my best friends and Isaac and Nick, I am perfect. In the eyes of his family and maybe even me, Nick is perfect.

Why am I dwelling over perfection? I have no damn idea. Thinking takes me to a lot of places, but doesn't it to us all?

I find myself at the park where Nick finally asked me on our first date, to the park where the masquerade ball was, where I kissed Keith, thinking he was Isaac, where life seemed so right. Now, I don't know what's right anymore. I sit on the bench next to me and I pull out my cell phone. It isn't new or of the latest technology, but at least it's a cell phone and I know how it works. I scroll through my contacts and I see Nick's name in bold black lettering. Should I call him? If I'm ever going to figure this thing out, I need to.

I press the call button on my phone and bring the phone to my ear with a small fear that he won't answer. If he doesn't, I'll have to go to his house, and, really, I don't want to.

"Hello?" I hear Nick's voice say to me.

"Hey, Nick," I breath and I hear a gasp on his part.

"Marcy," he breathes, "what do you need?"

"I just read the magazine about the girl that you hurt. It was me, obviously, but I have one question."

"Shoot," he tells me, his answer short and anxious.

"Would you have done anything different about our relationship if you could hop into a blue box and go back?"

"What? Never mind, but, honestly, no. I loved what we had. It was perfect. And if you give me a second chance, we can act like nothing changed!" That's all I needed to know.

"Thanks. I might call you back. Bye, Nick," I sigh sadly as I end our call. He wouldn't do anything differently? Would I want it different?

No, I wouldn't, but I would like to know what would be different if he hasn't kissed Laney. Would we still be together for this Valentine's Day? Would we have been together for Christmas and Halloween? Would I ever have considered having children?

Something clicks in my brain, a part that's been hidden all this time. I do love someone with all my heart. I feel head over heels for this boy and I need to call him. This boy is someone that made me happy, and he still will. This boy is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. If it hadn't been for him, I never would have considered having children. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been so stupid to forget about what I need.

I need that boy whose smile gives me butterflies every time I see it. I need a boy whose kiss is so amazing that I can barely handle myself. I need a guy who is perfect, maybe not to the world, but to me. I need someone who makes me whole. And there's only one guy that is like that.

I fumble with the cell phone in my hands and, once again, I scroll through my contacts to pause at the very name and number that makes me smile. And when I do, I taste salty tears on my lips. God, I cry a lot today, huh? First when I talked with Isaac and now, here in the park when my realization clicked. I know, it doesn't seem like much, but I usually never cry. Not even when I broke my ankle in sixth grade, I did not cry. Only twice since I was eight have I cried: when Nick kissed Laney and now. Well, I guess that's three times, but whatever.

I press call and I wipe tears from my face, the smile still plastered on my face.

"Hello?" I hear his voice answer.

"Hey," I say in a happy whisper.

"Marcy!" he exclaims. He takes a minute to sink in what is happening and I swear I can hear him break out into a smile. "So," he asks dumbly, "what does this mean?"

"This," I say in a steady voice, "means that I love you."
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To be honest, I got so into this chapter, I cried over rereading it. I've had this planned for weeks and even now it brings tears to my eyes. That's how into this story I am and how much I'm going to miss it. But I've decided to write Jellybeans and Jelly-knees as soon as I finish this story!

Now, fans, don't come to conclusions on who she loves. Remember chapters 13 and 14. Think about it. It could be Nick, it could be Isaac. No one knows...but ME! And I'm being so cruel to not update until Wednesday! And I'm having a sort of writers block for the last chapter! I'ma give you a hint: it's Roxy and Marcus' wedding! I just love weddings, don't I?

Anywho, I have decided to write two extra chapters. One will be Nick's for 13 and 14. The other, I'm not sure whose point of view it will be in.

So, give me feedback! Narcy fans and Isacry fans, GOOD LUCK! Don't kill each other about who Marcy's with.

Love you all, lovies!!!

~Shana Alana

 

I'm sorry, Jen, and the rest of you darlings! But, because I pushed past that stupid block the prevent me from writing, I have finished chapter 20!!!!! So, I just might update tonight or tomorrow night. And I'm now thinking that I'm just gonna do one extra chapter because I wanna start Jellybeans and Jelly-knees as soon as I can!!! I've kinda already gotten the last chapter started. But not the first. I get ahead of myself.

Still, extra chapter: Nick's POV for chapters 13 and 14, or Keith's POV for chapter 17, the Halloween masquerade.

And...I love you lovies!!!!!

~Shana Alana

P.S. I have a name you you fans! Treaters! Hope you love it!

 

It's somewhat about James. And Heather, Carrie and Jason's daughter.

 

I suppose I can update now, me being nice an all. But, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! I am going to miss this story...

But, here is the last chapter until the extra chapter, which I want to know which POV you want.
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Chapter 20

I talk with Marcus, hugging my brother happily. Roxy is now five months pregnant and now married to Marcus and my sister-in-law! Today is so exciting!

"Marcy!" I hear and turn to see Laney and some other girls are in a small crowd. Roxy is motioning me over and pointing to her bouquet. I nod and I congratulate my brother again. I hurry towards the crowd and again I hear my name. I turn to my boyfriend and I smile.

"Yeah?" I ask, looking over to Isaac.

"Nick, Riley, and I have a bet on who gets the bride's bouquet. You gonna make me proud?"

"I won't let you down," I smirk and peck his lips. I run over to the crowd and I push Laney and Nick's new girlfriend Greta out of the way. Nick met Greta on Valentine's Day when I ended the phone call. Nick and Greta really connected and he is head over heels for her. It's completely adorable. And Greta is beautiful. She has caramel hair, beautiful chocolate eyes, and her smile is dazzling.

"Okay," Roxy says, looking down from the table at me. I send her a pleading look to throw it towards me. She turns and throws the flowers. I push girls behind me and I jump for the flowers. Yeah, I'm a bitch, but I want that bouquet. I finally catch it in my grasp and I fall to the floor.

"I got it!" I scream from under Laney and a couple other girls that have also fallen to get the roses. I wiggle out from everyone and I straighten my blue bridesmaid dress. I hear groans of anger from both females and males. I hear one guy yell, "yes!" as I run over to three guys at a table.

"Boo-ya!" I exclaim as I drop the flowers onto the table. The boys are exchanging their money and Isaac is waving the money, which I now see is one hundred bucks in the form of two fifties, in their faces.

"Nice going," I hear Nick grumble. I roll my eyes at him and smile. Isaac takes my chin and turns me to look at him. I grin and he kisses me, only to quickly try to deepen it. I smack the boy's head and glare at the boy taking place of his brother.

"Dammit, Keith! What the hell do you think you are doing here as Isaac?" I ask angrily.

"Dammit, how did you know?" Keith asks, his voice becoming deeper.

"You tried to deepen the kiss. Isaac doesn't do that. Not yet, at least, but still Keith, what are you doing here?" I place my hands on my hips and two groans come out of Keith and Riley. Keith and Riley pull out their wallets and hand Nick one twenty each. "Did you guys make a bet on if I would find out it was Keith?"

"Not even one minute," Nick smirks.

"I bet five minutes," Riley grumbles, his voice hiding his anger.

"I bet you wouldn't tell. But, sadly, Isaac is still to chicken to take it to the next level."

"No, he is a gentleman. Now, answer my question," I demand.

"Oh, you found out about Keith!" I hear Greta exclaim and I turn to see her sitting next to Nick. We've become really good friends. And I don't feel like Greta is a cover up for Nick. As I look at him, his smile is wider, his eyes brighter and full of love. He's so much more in love than he ever was with me. "That's a shame. Did you tell her about the present?"

"What? What fudging present?" I ask, now excited. Keith sends Greta a death glare and he turns to me.

"I can't tell or else Isaac will have Nick here whip my ass. And we both know Nick is bigger and sure as hell will beat my ass up."

Huh, he swears more often too. I've got to keep that in mind.

"Why is that, my dear Marcy?" Whoops. Had I spoken out loud? Huh.

"Your differences from Isaac. Your hair, your voice, your personality, and now you swear, which is a very good detail."

"Damn. You do your research, don't you?" Keith looks at me with an expression I can only describe as either wonder or appreciation. I nod and I look for Isaac.

"So, where is Isaac?"

"A place. I can't say where either. Isaac was very strict on rules. No telling you where, what, why, how, or when he is going to see you again. It's important that you don't know about it because it's a big surprise. Besides, it isn't like today is your six month anniversary or anything." He is right. Our six month was last week and Isaac took me to have a picnic. It was nice and all, but I didn't have a gift planned, so I didn't get him anything. I am a horrible girlfriend.

"What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" I plead, grabbing Keith's arm and giving it small yanks as I speak.

"Nope," he says, pulling his arm out of my grasp and crossing his arms across his chest. I give him puppy eyes, pleading with my eyes. He shakes his head and turns to laughing Laney, Riley, Greta, and Nick. They talk and I keep my eyes wide and sad, my bottom lip in pout mode. He can't deny me for long. I am adorable.

"Marcy," I hear but I do not stop staring at Keith with my pleading puppy dog face. "Marcy," I hear again, but I still do not falter. "Marcy Harris, look at your husband."

"What?" I squeak and turn, my face now in a very surprised expression. Since when am I married? I see Isaac, grinning slyly and I know it was a joke. "Oh, haha," I snap bitterly.

"Sorry, but it was the only way to get your attention, love," Isaac chuckles. He holds his hand out to Keith and Keith hands the money and a wallet to him. Isaac smiles and counts the money, sighing as he sees he's lost twenty bucks. Too bad, drummer boy, you shouldn't have put Keith in your place.

"So, where have you been? You tell me now." I cross my arms as I look at my boyfriend. Everyone else is talking, but right now, I'm blocking them out.

"Come with me," he replies, holding out his hand. I just stare at him, waiting for him to explain. He doesn't. I sigh and place my hand in his. Isaac is wearing his tux, so that tells me he possibly was here while Marcus and Roxy were tying the knot. He pulls me up from my seat and leads me away. I have zero idea what he's doing.

"And, now what?" I ask, following him willingly. He stops and turns to me at a car, no, a taxi. He opens the door for me and I get in the car, utterly confused. He shuts the door behind me and rounds the car to the other side.

Isaac tells the driver, "To the last destination." The driver, who is a greying man in his late fifties, nods and heads out on the road. I am so confused. What is going on? Sneaking around, having Keith stay in his place, and even now being secretive? This doesn't exactly make sense.

"Isaac," I press but he quiets me with a quick kiss. I am so confused. It's like...no. It can't be. I mean, it's not like its serious or anything, but now? I'm not ready. Not now, not for a while. Sure, it will continue to the better levels, but this is all too fast. I mean, really? No...

"Thanks," Isaac says to the driver and tells him to wait here. He pushes the door open and again rounds my side to open my door. He opens it and holds his hand out to me, helping me out though it's not really needed.

"Isaac," I whine, looking around to see the park. I haven't been here for a month. "Tell me what is going on!"

"Not yet. We have a ways to go," he answers, causing me to continue my whining. "Hush or you won't get your surprise!" I grow quiet, watching him carefully. What is he up to? He pulls me into the woods and into a small clearing. I blink at the small candles lit in a small circle. He pulls me into the circle and I send him a glare.

"I am not about to be bait for Slenderman," I blurt, frowning. He laughs at my statement and he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me.

"If Slenderman comes, then we die together. But, right now, I just want to dance. With you, alone, in these woods." I wrap my arms around his neck, humming in question,

"Really?" I ask, swaying with him. He nods and we just sway together without music. Thank God we both are musically tuned, or we'd be a mess. As we sway, I end up resting my head in his shoulder, my face in his neck. A swift breeze ends up blowing out the candles around us, but we barely care. This moment is perfect. No one to stop us or interrupt us, just us and the trees and the birds.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling me slightly.

I pull back, grinning, "I love you too." That's when we kiss, sealing the spoken and unspoken promise to each other.

The promise that we'll always be there for each other, no matter what.

The promise that our love is for each other and only each other.

The promise that everything will end up right in the end.

The promise that I love him, and he loves me.

Our promise, sealing our love. Forever.
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Narcy fans, don't kill me or you won't be able to see the extra chapter or JandJ with Heather and James.

So, that's the adorable ending! If it sort of bad, sorry. I just wanted a cute ending and Greta to show up.

So, extra chapter. I'm leaning towards Nick's POV for Chapter 13 and 14. I'm not yet sure, but you never know. Lemme know!!!

Love you, Treaters!

~Shana Alana

 

Okay, while I'm still awake and have this on my mind, I'm gonna lay down the bad news, the worse news, and the horrible news. Yeah, not because I'm tired, but because it's that serious.

Bad news: I don't think I'm going to write the extra chapter, which I planned to be in Nick's POV. Sorry, Narcy fans.

Worse news: I'm not sure what the worse news is. Perhaps it's the fact the the Narcy fans will kill me because of everything.

And the Horrible news: I'm in a huge writing slump. Like all my creativity vanished after this last chapter! But, I'm taking a week's break on all writing to see if I can get my creative flow back. Maybe after getting a new book, reading some stories, I'll be able to write again.

Oh, and there might be some good news after all!

Good news: I, even though I'm taking a week away from writing, am going to write a quick prologue for Jelly and Jelly! And, lemme say this for a sneak peak:

Contracts, best friends, love, and Heather, James, and a boy named Ash, all in the scariest place on earth: HIGH SCHOOL!

Okay, maybe not the scariest place, but it's high school. It can be pretty bad. But the story takes place in the senior year of high school.

Oh, and also, with my writing break, I may be moving, so yeah. But I just might still have Internet.

Okay, that's all from my mind right now. But, if I think of anything else, I'll tell you on your walls, dedicated Treaters who actually post comments on this story! That or I'll post it on here or JandJ's thread.

And I love you all, no matter how much you may want to kill me or hate me(this goes to the Narcy fans mainly, but I really do love every one of you.)

Love to you, my lovely Treaters!

~Shana Alana

P.S. If my grammar or spelling is really, really bad, that's because I'm tired, and I'm not really paying much attention.