Here's the extra chapter! SQEE! Now, Ash may sound like a total girl, but that's because I'm a bit rusty on writing in guys' point of views. It's been over two years, so, I apologize of the girliness of Ash. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ash's POV of Chapter 6 I sigh, looking over at my girlfriend. She’s wearing another revealing dress and high heels. She’s always putting out. We’re only dating to make Heather jealous, according to Sandy, because she’s in love with me. I don’t know how the hell that could be true, but she’s always telling me I’m a guy and I don’t know anything about girls. If that shit isn’t true, I don’t know what is. At eight, the party gets started with all the alcohol you could find here in Everland. Jocks and so-called friends come up and say “hi” to Sandy and I, sneaking glances at Sandy’s revealing skin. But do I give a fuck? Hell no. She’s not really in love with me or anything. She hardly likes me. And I like her as a friend, but I wish she’d get along with Heather and quit freaking out over her and James. Now, that’s what I call an obvious attraction. When I see Heather arrive, my eyes lock on hers with an unsaid question. “Are you okay?” After the incident in the tree house and the breakdown last night, she’s still coming here and I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea. I mean, she had a fucking breakdown just by being in a car with family of Ryan. How the hell is she supposed to stay calm at the very house where he was forced to drink? Heather sends me a nod, but I can see the doubt in her eyes. It’s only small doubt, but I see her eyes linger to some alcohol and I know exactly what she’s thinking. She’s planning on getting drunk and forget her problems. Normally, I’d tell her to not, but of course, she’ll do it anyway. Still, I’m afraid that she’ll have a damn breakdown. I watch Sandy go greet the girls and James. James is an egotistical bastard. He just doesn’t act that way around Heather because he thinks he in love with her. But what he defines as love and what Heather defines as love are two totally different things. He just wants her to sleep with them. She wants to find someone who loves her for who she is. James is an asshole who is just trying to seduce her. Luckily, my best friend is too smart for him. After Sandy greets them, Heather immediately leaves James’ side and head for the kitchen, probably searching for the jellybeans I left her. I watch her with keen eyes, not wanting to let her out of my sight. She’s like a sister to me. A sister isn’t the right word for it. Especially since I’ve had a stupid little crush on my best friend since we were eleven. For some reason, these damn feelings keep building. It got so far that I almost kissed her today. And she’s dating my other best friend. Great move for Ash, huh? Sandy attaches to my side and purrs in my ear, “Jealous yet?” “Never,” I reply as I watch Heather take one shot after another. She joined a few of my so-called friends and it looks like she accepted a challenge to drink. It looks like she’s going to be hanging onto me. Not that that’s a bad thing. I like to keep her at my side. It keeps me from looking like the total creep I sometimes am. A few hours later, there she is, hanging on my side like the girl she is. She’s giggling like mad, as usual. I love her and all, but she needs to calm down just a tad. “Heather,” I scold, looking down at her with a frown. “Asher,” she mocks, giggling. She turns her head and then tilts it to the side in confusion. I follow her sight to see Sandy hanging on James. It’s normal. And I really don’t care. For all I care they can start dating. Really, she can sleep with him and it wouldn’t bother me the slightest. Heather giggles again as I look around once, seeing the few people who are still conscience. “You have such nice hair. It’s so… so… wishy. No… so… fluffy! That’s the word I’m looking for! Fluffy. I had a pet goldfish named Fluffy. Remember him?” Heather tells me, her face going sad all of a sudden. “Heather,” I sigh, nodding slightly as her eyes fall from above me, probably my hair, to my face. Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens slightly. She blinks once, leaning forward towards me only slightly. “No, bad, bad Heather,” she scowls, shaking her head and pulling back. She continues to mumble, “I should…it’s cliché…but it’s wrong…bad Heather,” as she shakes her head. I blink, confused, before grabbing her face in my hands. She’s acting crazy. “Heather, why are you arguing with yourself?” I ask her, extremely worried. She is seriously starting to worry me. “Heather is being silly,” she giggles. I shake my head slightly, suppressing a sigh. Why is she speaking in third person again? This has happened every time she gets drunk. Somehow, she thinks it’s fun to speak like that. It gets completely annoying, but how can I be hateful towards that beautiful face? “Ashy,” she continues, “Heather needs to tell you something. Heather needs to tell you something important.” “What is it, Heather?” “Heather will tell you over coffee. Heather will listen to conscience and get some coffee or water. Ash, take Heather to Starbucks.” She sends me a toothy grin and I have to suppress a sigh. Why does every night at a party end up with me having to listen to her talk in third person and have to take her to Starbucks? I love her to death, but she seriously gets on my nerves all too often. I take her hand but she doesn’t move. I sigh and look at her, becoming angry with the silly girl. “Heather,” I tell her, frowning. She frowns and her face falls. God damn, she is always being too cute. And she makes me soft and I can’t handle it. It’s hard to try to keep my feels from getting stronger, but when she acts like this, I almost can’t contain myself. “Heather wants to be carried,” she tells me, holding out her arms. I sigh, cursing myself for becoming so damn soft. I pick her up bridal style and hold her close. She inhales deeply and mumbles something about how I smell good and like vanilla. Well, I’m glad she like that, even though I have no idea why I would smell like vanilla. ***** “What is it Heather wanted to tell Ash?” I ask her, sighing slightly. Why did I just speak like that? That was really stupid. Heather makes a face after she takes a drink of her black coffee, shaking her head slightly. She has to drink it and she knows it from experience. “Heather wanted to tell you something about your relationship with her. It’s very important.” “And that is?” I ask, leaning forward. She takes a deep breath, and mumbles to herself. “Heather likes you. Not like friends, but Heather likes you more than that.” Before I can answer, she bursts out in a fit of giggles. This has to be a joke. It seems so normal for her to giggle and joke when she should be serious. “Is this a joke?” I ask her seriously, frowning. She shakes her head as she quiets her giggles. “Heather is serious. Heather figured it out earlier. She realized that she is in love with you, not her boyfriend James. Sandy has a crush on James and Heather is thinking about breaking up with James so he can be happy. Heather can help Jasper realize that he should be in love with Macy.” She opens a sugar packet and taps a bit on her tongue as I let this process. “Heather is serious?” I ask hesitantly. “You’re in love with me?” “Heather is. Heather isn’t saying this because she’s drunk. She’s serious. And Heather likes speaking in third person.” I sit in silence and Heather holds her hand out to me. I take it in mine and I rub her knuckles with my thumb, processing this. She’s really in love with me. How about that? I can tell she’s slowly becoming sober, which means there has to be some truth in that. She has to be serious. “Heather,” I start and she grips onto my hand. At first, it feels like a squeeze of encouragement, but she doesn’t let off on her grip. It feels like it’s growing tighter. “Heather,” I start again, leaning forward in concern. And what do you know? That’s when she faints. I see and hear people gasp, their eyes widening, as she’s about to tumble to the floor. I catch her before she does, holding her close. People as if she’s okay and if she needs any medical attention, but I tell them it happens all the time. Because, well, it does. And I’m used to it. I carry her out the coffee shop and head to my car. I place her in the back seat, buckling her up, before driving her home. When I get there, Jasper’s the one to open the door. “She passed out?” he asks and I nod. “Yeah. Did Macy get home?” “Yeah, probably. She came by here earlier, but she left a few minutes ago. Take her upstairs, and you can stay. I’ll tell my parents that you came over early to check on Heather.” “Thanks.” With that, I carry Heather up the stairs to her room. Once I tuck her in bed, I grab her chair and pull it over to her, sitting down. I watch her sleep for a minute before I plant one kiss on her lips. “I love you too, Heather.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Welp. That's it. That's the end of this story. I won't be writing the fourth book until, oh, Christmas break. It'll only be two months, so don't freak out. I have to work on Blackridge Prep (if you haven't read it, check it out) and there's another story I have quiet a few ideas for. Now, there's the contest with the chance of collaboration. Which will be awesome. So, if you're entering the contest, which is stated above this update, tell me. Or don't. Surprise me, if you want. Just, you know, lemme know within the next week. So, that's it! Until next time, lovies! ~Shana Alana P.S. By the way... I LOVE YOU GUYS!