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Hayley P.O.V.

I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I fucking hate Joshua Farro.

The words keep chanting to in my head as I stared at the delicious food in front of me...the food that I'm not allowed to touch nor eat....the food that I am about to throw out to window since we had to follow this Farro tradition that you couldn't eat until everyone is at the table.

I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I hate Joshua Farro. I fucking hate Joshua Farro.

"Daddy," moaned Isabelle, patting her stomach. "I don't think I can take this anymore. Can we eat now?"

"Just give him five more minutes," requested John, sighing. "I'm sure he will come, I know he will."

I scoffed as I took another bite of the garlic bread. "Yeah...,"I stated, rolling my eyes. "Because he cares of someone else other than himself."

I felt my mother's glare but I ignored it as I finished the garlic bread and got another one.

Nate and Jonathan had left five minutes after the dinner was suppose to start, stating that couldn't wait anymore when they could be doing work. Isabelle had starting complaining only thirty minutes ago, and Zac...I looked around the dining room, looking for his familiar face. He had started complaining since the 6:01 and hadn't shut up since then. I didn't mind though, I was pissed too. However, Zac hasn't said anything in a while...

My eyes finally landed on Zac and I couldn't help but let out a laugh. His head was on the table and his eyes were closed tight. One hand was on stomach and the other was on top of his head. I could hear him softly moan the word food. Poor kid.

John glanced at this watch once more and sighed. He shook his head. "I guess since he's now over an hour and a half late..."

Zac's head immediately went up John said those words. He clasped his hands together for a quick prayer before grabbing the first thing he saw...a chicken leg. He started munching on it hungrily as he started putting some mash potatoes on his plate, pouring some gravy on top of it, decorating it with green peas, and adding in a couple more chicken legs on top.

"Pass the corn why don't you," he ordered Isabelle, still chewing on his food.

Isabelle made a face before passing him the corn. "Isn't it cold?" she asked him. "It has been seating on the table for over an hour."

"I didn't notice," Zac answered, before stuffing some more mash potatoes in his mouth.

Isabelle stared at him disgustingly, but then shrugged as she grabbed a plate of mash potatoes and put a little dallop on her plate. Is she always this proper?

John sighed as he grabbed a plate of corn before giving it to me.

            I was in the middle of eating a chicken leg when I heard a familiar voice clear their throat. "Gosh," I heard the person mutter, taking a seat in front of me. "You guys are eating like you never seen food before." 

            I didn't look up as I tried to kick the person in front of me, but he moved in the last second, laughing a bit. "Too slow."  I growled, but I ignored him. Right now, I was too hungry to care about anything else.

            "Josh," started John, clearing his throat. "Where have you been?"

            "Out," he replied. I could tell he was leaning back on his chair, looking bored. "What's it to you?"

            "Josh," his father warned. I looked up and saw John assessing Josh, looking tired and a bit frustrated. "You know what...never mind...we'll talk about this later."

            Josh just shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest, still looking bored. "Can I go now? I already ate where I was and I don't feel like stuffing my face with food..." He glanced down at me, smirking. "I don't want to get fat you know."

            I glared back.

            That son of a b-

            "Are you sure Josh?" asked my mother, looking a bit concerned. I resisted the urge to throw up. Why she wanted to impress him, I am not sure. "Your father had planned this dinner so that we can get to know each other better."

            "Well..." started Josh, clasping his hands together, and leaning forward. "I don't think I really have to."

            "Oh," said my mother softly, looking down at her food, looking hurt.

            Okay, that's -

            "I trust my father's judgment," continued Josh, looking up at her. "He does have excellent taste and woman and you seem like a fine one yourself. I fell in love with you the moment you walked out of that door." Isabelle and Zac both spit out their food, looking at Josh incredulously, even John was giving Josh a look, but he ignored them as he gave my mother a wide grin, winking at her. "So you see, I already approve, so there is no need to try to impress me Mrs. Williams. I like you the way you are."

You've got to be kidding me.

I looked around the table, gauging everyone's reaction. Isabelle was staring at her brother weirdly, my mother was smiling, and Zac...well Zac looked frozen, his mouth so wide you can still see chicken scraps in his mouth. John was the only one looking subdued, studying Josh as if he could read if Josh was telling the truth.

Josh slowly turned around and met his father gaze. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he inquired. "Am I required to hate all the women you bring home?"

John looked taken aback as he scrambled for an answer, but Josh didn't wait as he pushed his chair back and stood up. He yawned.

"I'm pretty exhausted," he stated as he stretched out his arms. "You mind if I excuse this dinner. I had a pretty tough day today, and I kind of want to hit the hay early."

"Um...sure," replied John. "We can...um...do this next time."

"Thanks...you are the best dad around." Josh gave him another grin before heading to the stairwell, not looking back.

Nobody could have fallen for that trick, could they? I mean, it's so obvious that all he said was a big bunch of baloney. Besides-

"Aww," gushed my mother, looking at John. "I think he really likes me."

What?!

I turned to John, hoping he would break the news to her gently. That Josh was just a jackass and was never going to like anyone other than the image he sees when he looks in the mirror.

Josh took a deep breath before putting a fork down, looking up at my mom, his face beaming.

Crap.

"I think so too," he agreed. My mother giggled.

No way in hell was I going to let this go on. Josh may have my mother, his dad, and maybe even his siblings fooled, but he won't fool me. I'm not going to let this stuff continue the way they are. If Josh has an issue with my mother then he was going to have to take it up on me. I am not going to let him get away with this crap.

I guess someone is going to have to pay him a little visit later. I smiled at the thought. Maybe then he could see what he was truly messing it...and how I really plan to deal with him.

Josh P.O.V.

I stared down at my lyric book, the top of my pencil on my lip, as I re-read the lyrics that Zac, me and, a friend named Zach Hall, wrote a couple of weeks ago in my room when we were just jamming on the guitars and drums a month ago.

I groaned as I finished reading, putting my hands through my hair. Were we drunk when we wrote this? I thought we wanted to write a rock song, not some song about being a unicorn and chilling at a club. How the hell did it even stray that far?

I rested my head on my desk, closing my eyes. As funny and dumb the song was, it wasn't really what I was looking for. Actually it wasn't even close. I think this is the last time I write a song with them after being hyped with sugar and watching tons of Jet Li movies.

I heard the door to my room open but thought nothing of it, as I turned my head the opposite direction feeling exhausted and frustrated. It was probably one of the maids checking up on me...which I could care less about.

I got up from my chair and push the paper down on the floor, wanting to get it out of my sight. The person picked it up and after a couple of seconds started laughing.

"I'm a unicorn," I heard a familiar voice say. "What the hell is this...some kind of song for toddlers?"

I quickly turned around, hoping to God it wasn't who I thought it was.

Hayley was standing there, leaning on a baseball bat on her left hand, her right hand holding the lyrics to that song that I was just reading only seconds ago.

I narrowed my eyes as I violently snatched the lyric book from her hands, almost ripping it in half. "It's none of your damn business short-stuff."

Hayley's grin vanished as she narrowed her eyes, her left hand gripping tighter on the baseball bat. "Watch what you say Farro boy. I won't hesitate to use this bat and give you the beating you deserve."

"Oh shut up will you," I told her, tearing out the paper from the book before crumbling it and throwing it on my bed. "Like your little short self can actually touch me."

"Stop calling me short," she yelled, bringing up the baseball bat. "I will do it you know."

"If you dare touch me with that, I swear to God, I will make your life more of living hell than it is now."

"Your existence is enough," she retorted. She looked at me up and down. "I don't know why you are getting so high and mighty. I mean, someone who writes those pathetic lyrics pretty much shouldn't be acting like so much of an ass."

"I didn't write it," I told her, gritting my teeth. "Zac and his friend did."

"Of course you didn't..." She smirked at me. "Mr. Damien Richardsonlavidas."

"So what?" I yelled at her, crossing my arms to prevent myself from doing something I might regret. "I'm a dude, we write stupid shit together." I then smiled at her, giving her a mischievous grin.  "I would at least thing you would know something about that."

Hayley's jaw dropped.

"What?!" she exclaimed, dropping her bat. "You better take that back."

"What aren't in kindergarten kiddo," I said, rolling my eyes. "You can't ever take back what you say? It's already said and done. It's not like you can go back in time and stop me from saying it."

"I wish I could," Hayley yelled, pointing her finger to my chest. "Not only will I stop you from saying something like that, but I would make sure you were never born."

"Oh please," I exasperated, rolling my eyes. "You are being over dramatic. Just stop it, you're getting really irritating.  "

"Why don't you stop being such a jerk first?"

"No,' I replied, looking down at her. "Now will you get out of my room? You are invading my space, you know."

"Hell no," answered Hayley, looking up at me, glaring. "I came in here to-"

"Read my stuff and threaten me with a baseball bat...I think I got it. Now go."

"No," Hayley yelled louder. "I'm not done with you yet."

"What?!" I asked her, feeling annoyed. "You want me to stop bullying you, right?"

"No I..." She paused for a second, looking confused. "...wait what?"

I rolled my eyes at her stupid behavior. I pushed her finger away from my chest, and glanced down at her, giving her a hard stare.

"I'm assuming you invaded my room to talk to me about how much I have much of an ass I've  been since you set foot in this house, am I correct?"

"Well..." Hayley scrambled for something to say, completely off guard. "Yeah," she finally said. "Yes, I am."

"Here's something for you then," I told her, looking at her, straight in her bright green eyes. "Stay the hell away from me and everything will be fine."

"That...that's all," she stuttered, looking at me incredulously.

"That's it,' I repeated. "Will you leave my room now?"

Hayley hesitated for a second, biting her lip. "Wait a minute...if that is all you wanted me to do, then why did you just tell me that earlier."

I chuckled as I looked down at her confused face. Did she not get it yet?

"I like to screw around," I admitted. "I hadn't really planned on letting it get this far, but you aggravated me so much that I just continued to carry it on."

"You ruined my pajamas," she accused.

"You should thank me," I acknowledge. "I mean, who wears Sesame Street pajama pants anymore? They are so...I don't know...preschool."

Hayley looked down, blushing madly. I smirked. I quickly glanced down at the wardrobe she was wearing now. She had on a plain black tank top and had on SpongeBob  pajama pants, her hair in a messy ponytail. It didn't look as babyish as yesterdays PJ's so I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want her to raise her baseball bat again.

Hayley looked back up at me, a blush still stained on her cheeks. She rested her hands on her hips as she pointed to the wall behind me, looking smug.

"And what about you Mr. Pervert? Who hangs a picture of a Ms. April on their bedroom wall."

"Any male who appreciates human art," I replied simply

Hayley snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah...that's art. An almost naked woman, with boobs bigger than her head and wearing the smallest bikini every made in existence, you have good awesome taste."

"You're just mad because you can't measure up to her," I told her, rolling my eyes. "It's okay. You'll grow your stuff soon enough."

Hayley smug smile disappeared as it turned to a murderous glare. She went up to me, her face only inches away from mine...and slapped me...hard.

I think I've had enough of this shit.

            "What the hell?" I exclaimed, rubbing my now bruised cheek. "I know you hate being called short, but don't you think you are over reacting you little bitch."

            "Don't call me a bitch," she screamed, looking ready to me her again. "The name is Hayley. Hayley Nichole Williams."

            "I couldn't give a shit," I told her, still rubbing my cheek. "Anyone girl who slaps me is a damn bitch. I didn't do anything to you, but give you a bit advice. You should be happy that I didn't insult you further."

            "Oh shut the fuck up," she exclaimed. "You are the damn bitch. Acting like a stupid wuss just because I slapped you. Grow a pair why don't you?"

            "How about you?" I inquired, taking his hand away from my jaw. "You are such an annoying little pixie. I want you out of my room now."

            "Stop calling me short," Hayley yelled.

            "Why don't you stop nagging me? I have been warning you to get out of my room but you never listen? I thought you wanted me to stop bullying you, not doing it further."

            "You don't scare me," Hayley told me. "Nothing you can do can every make me run away."

            "Really?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows. "Everyone has a weakness."

            "Not me," Hayley said, folding her arms.

            "We'll see about that." I grinned at her.

            "Are you threatening me, Mr. Farro?"

            "No...it's a promise."

            "Well then..." Hayley looked up at me, smiling. "I guess two can play that game."

            "I don't have a weakness," I told her bluntly.

            "Really?" she inquired, making her eyes wide. "I thought you said everyone had a weakness."

            I growled.

            Hayley smile turned to a smirk as she stared me down, probably waiting for me to back down. But I won't. I will find out every single thing that makes her tick even if I have to give up half my body parts.

            I had never met anyone who annoyed the crap out of me in such a short amount of time.

            She was going to regret every messing with me...I will make sure of it.

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Hayley P.O.V.

"Hayley," soft voice called. "Hayley...Hayley..."

"Five more minutes," I muttered, burying my head deeper in my comfortable pillow.

"It's almost three 'o'clock sweetie," I heard my mother say. "You have already missed the family breakfast.

"Five more minutes," I muttered again, putting my head under the pillow, hoping that my mom will get the hint and go away.

"Zac has been wanting to hang with you all day," bargained my mom, trying to pull the pillow away and failing.

"Soon," I mumbled, holding the pillow tighter to my head, sleep already coming back to me.

"Isabella wants to show you her doll collection," my mother said, pulling on the pillow harder.

"Soon," I repeated again, only seconds away from falling asleep.

"Josh says he wants to hang out," pleaded my mom, her last attempt to get out of bed. "He mentioned something about hotpockets, milk, and jelly donuts."

Automatically, I sat up from my bed, all traces of sleepiness gone.

"So," began my mother excitedly, clapping her hands together. "You finally woke up and with the mention of Josh's name too. Does this mean that you guys are good friends now?"

I gave my mother a murderous glare.

"...maybe not," she finished, frowning again. "Hayles..."

"I don't want to hear it," I grumbled, getting out of bed. "Waking up before noon on summer vacation makes me testy so please just leave me alone, alright?"

"Now Hayles..."

"I said I'm not freaking interested-"

"HAYLEY NICHOLE WILLIAMS," yelled my mom, grabbing my hands and forcefully pulling me toward her. "Stop cutting me off when I am talking to you, that is just too disrespectful."

"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding eye contact.

My mother sighed. "Look honey. I know you are not happy with this situation but can you at least do this for me. Just months ago you were telling me that you wanted to get to know John better since he's in Franklin most of the time."

"Well," I started, folding my arms. "I didn't think that you would take me seriously and drag me to this hell hole.

"Well get over it," my mother told me, patting my back. "We are only here for the first month of the summer. Then the rest of your summer is free."

"Thank the lord," I murmured.

My mother gave me a look but in return I just gave her a sheepish grin. She shook her head. "Well, I'm so glad for you enthusiasm." She ruffled my hair. "So besides the Josh situation... She gave me a small glare. "Is everything else okay with you? This transition must not be easy-"

"I'm okay," I interrupted. "Thanks for worrying, but I have everything under control."

"You sure?" inquired my mom. I nodded my head. She made a sigh of relief. "Well...I'm glad. I was afraid I was going to have to bring in all the maids and butlers to bring you out."

"Come on mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "I think of more mature ways to sabotage your relationships."My mother raised an eyebrow. "I'm just kidding." I raised my hands in surrender. "I'm really happy for you and John."

"Good," my mother exasperated, putting her hand on my chest. "You scared me for a second."

"Oh come on mom," I said, putting my hands around her. "I'm not that mean."

"You really are a good daughter Hayles," my mother commented, kissing the top of my head. "Not all children would be able to handle this well."

"Well...I' m not like other kids," I reminded.

"You certainly aren't," my mother giggled, getting off of my bed. She stretched a bit. "Well...I guess my job is done. I just wanted to check on how you are doing, but now I see that you are well which soothes my conscience, so I"ll leave you alone."

"Okay," I said, nodding my head. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Actually...there will be a family dinner at approximately six'o'clock. John organized it so that we get to know each other better."

"Oh really," I muttered.

"Yeah, I'm so excited," she said. She walked towards my door and opened it. "You are free to do whatever you like until then. John is taking me sightseeing around the neighborhood to get to know the place better. I'll see you later."

"Later," I said, waving my hands at her.

My mother gave me a big smile before shutting my door. When she did I threw the covers off of me and ran up to the door and locked it.

I sighed.

It hurts me that my mother is so gullible...but then again, it does let me get away with tons of stuff.

Like me forging my report card, suspensions from school, random crap she has found in my room that was actually stuff I have shop-lifted. Or...the biggest one of all, thinking that John is not right for my mother. I mean, he is a nice guy and all, but he's stinking rich. He barely spent time with my mom in all the visits he had done in Mississippi and I know that even if they do ever get married, he will probably spend more time on his job than with my mother and that won't make her happy. I bet they will only last five years...tops.  However, I plan to stop this stupid relationship before it even gets that far.  

I'm not going to let my mother and her love blindness make her create a grave mistake. I may be a pain in an ass and bother her all the time, but I am still her daughter and I really do love her.

She will thank me for it in the future...I know she will.

Smiling at myself, I unlocked the door and opened it, having the urge to get a bagel and some OJ for breakfast.

I stepped outside my room and was about to make my way down the stairs when I heard something drop...and a bunch of sticky, chunky stuff got on me.

What the...

I looked up and I saw a huge silver bucket hanging on the top of my door with yellow-orange stuff pouring of it.

Who the heck would do such a...?

In the distance, I heard a familiar laugh in the hallway.

I growled.

Change of plans. I'm not only going to try to sabotage my mother's future with John, but I'm going to mess up Josh so bad that he won't ever have a future again...I swear to it.

Josh P.O.V.

"Let me make this clear," I said softly, putting my hands on the girl's shoulder and looking at her deep in the eyes. "I...I...ugh..." I looked down, forcing myself to make tears out of my eyes. It isn't that hard. I'm a freaking professional at this shit. When I felt satisfied, I looked up and the girl gasped, tears glistening in her eyes too. This is way too easy...

"Oh Josh," gasped Jennifer, clinging on to me, I resisted the urge to cringe. "Please tell me you aren't doing what I think you are doing. Give me another chance. I promise to be better."

"But babe," I exasperated, making my voice crack at just the right place. "I just can't do this anymore. I just love you too much and it's just so hard to bare..."

"Josh," whimpered the Jenny. "You drive me crazy too but I can handle it. Maybe I can teach you..."

I shook my head as I made one tear fall down my cheek. The girl cried.

Damn it...I hate cry babies.

"There, there," I whispered, bring her into my arms. "I will come back to you soon enough. I just need time, that's all."

"How long?" inquired the Jenny.

"As long as it takes," I replied, looking down to her. "I want to be perfect for you."

"Oh Josh," sighed the girl, holding on to me tightly. "I can't believe this...and at the beginning of our first summer together too."

"Yes," I agreed. "That does really suck." I wanted to gag. Why is she dragging this out? I only came to break up with her in person just that one reason. "But..." I started. "I will come back for you babe...I promise." I wanted to laugh. I wouldn't come back for this loser even if someone paid me a million dollars. Our relationship is long over.

"I'm glad," she whispered, breaking into my thoughts. Jenny looked down, biting her lip. "I just wish that there was a way that we can spend one more moment together, just you and me."

I raised an eyebrow as looked down at her, a devilish smirk on her lips. "Oh...I think I have a great idea."

Jenny smirked back.  

Bingo.

A couple hours later

I parked my BMW in the huge car garage before getting out, feeling tired. I was pooped and it wasn't only because I was doing the deed with Jennifer, but because afterwards I went to the mall with the dudes to fool around and look for fresh meat.

In the summer, a lot of people come to Franklin to visit the little shops, stores, and shows around the area...and some of those people happen to be hot young woman who need a native Franklin guy to show them around.

B-I-N-G-O.

I smirked to myself as I put my hands in my pockets and made my way inside the mansion.

Am I a chauvinistic pig?

            Yep.

            Do I give a rat's ass?

            Hell no.

            I'm freaking seventeen years old. I can do whatever I please. These are the years that I'm supposed to be getting into trouble, doing stupid shit, sleeping around and hoping I don't catch anything for anybody. These are supposed to be the highlight of my life...and I'm living it to the fullest and I don't care who I hurt and destroy along the way.

            Even if it involves a certain annoying idiotic red head who I am currently having fun screwing around with. 

            I let out a chuckle.

            The look on her face was priceless. I mean, the trick was so classic I bet she is pissed at herself for not staying on guard.

            It had taken me most of the night to plan it. First thinking about the plan, looking for the material, finding the right liquid to use in the bucket (honey) and of course, making sure it was only Hayley who got drenched and not anyone else entering her room. I had the maid stay guard of her until 8AM and told her to text me if Hayley was planning on leaving or if her mother entered. The plan went perfectly.

            I hope this chick gets my warning. All she has to do is stay out of my way and we will get along perfectly well. It's not like she will be here long anyway, I have a plan that will make her mother lose interest with my father in less than a week...it's going to be my new personal record.

Sweet.

I began to whistle as I opened the door to the kitchen, feeling in an awesome mood. As I made my way to the refrigerator to look for something to eat, a maid blocked my way.

I scowled.

"What?" I demanded, folding my arms, starting to get pissed. I hated it when maids tried to pretend they had authority over me just because they make the food, my bed, and all that other stuff. They need to stop pretending that they have some authority over me...they don't.

"Your parents are waiting," the maid stated. "You are almost an hour and a half late for the family dinner."

Crap.

 

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Sorry for the irregular updates. School has been on my butt since the semester is almost over and teachers are killing me with homework. But I still managed to squeeze in some writing time today. Yeah me!!! I plan to upload the next chapter soon.

 

 

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I looked at the top of the stairs, where the sound of the voice came from, and almost couldn't help but gasp at the guy on top of the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants, a small, black vest under a long sleeve white crisped dress shirt, and had on black and white chucks. He had short brown hair, a silver Rolex watch on his right hand, and the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

He quickly came down the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other hand sliding a small shiny black phone in his pocket.

When he finally reached downstairs, he nodded his head at his big brothers, patted the head at his little sister, and rolled his eyes at Zac.

Slowly he turned his me and my mom. He plastered on a bright smile as he said hi to my mom but when he turned to me it vanished.

"Did you dye your hair with kool- aid or something?"

My smile turned into a scowl as I glared at him.

He was a jerk.

Josh P.O.V.

I resisted the urge to laugh at the little red headed girl's expression. She looked completely shocked that I had made that bold of a statement. I actually did like the hair color but if I told her that then she would like me...that was not how the plan was suppose to go.

The girl scowled at me before turning to her mom, giving her mom a look. I glanced at the mom and saw her trying to hold back a laugh. The girl glared at her mom before turning back to me, giving me a daring glare.

"You're lips disgusting," she remarked, crossing her arms.

"Really?" I inquired, touching my lip ring. "Most of the girls say it's sexy."

"Do you mean your grandma?" she inquired, smirking.

I glared at her. This girl had more spunk than I thought.

"I think that's enough of pleasantries," interrupted my dad, lightly pushing me away from the girl. "Josh please stand in your position as we begin the introductions."

"That's okay," announced the girl. "I think already have all the names down." She turned back to us and began pointing at us as she began reciting our names. "Jon, Nate, Zac, Isabelle, and jackass...I mean Josh." She glared at me and I glared back.

"And what is your name?" I retorted. "Emo chick."

"I'm not emo," she exclaimed, starting to take a step towards me but her mother held her back.

"You know what? I think it's time for Hayley to take her nap now," proclaimed her mother, trying to calm down Hayley.

I raised my eyebrow. "Nap...how old is this chick, five?"

"That's it," yelled Hayley, trying to get away from the grip of her mother. "I'm going to kick your ass from this stupid little mansion to some gangbanger neighborhood in New York."

"Bring it on o' little one," I taunted, giving her a false smile.

"I'm not little," she screamed, finally getting out of the grip of her mother and about to attack me when my father held her back. "Let go of me. Let go of me. Let me freaking go."

"I think you need to calm down first," advised my dad.

"What about him?" she yelled, pointing at me. "He's the one who freaking started it."

"Start what?" I asked innocently. "I was just curious on how you got your hair that color."

"You freaking insulted me," she countered.

"Well, I'm sorry if your hair looks like a drink of ugly kool-aid, I was just trying to start a conversation."

"Start conversation, my ass," she grumbled, still trying to get of my father's grip.

"Hayley," scolded her mother, walking up to her. "I thought you promised me you were going to try to behave."

"Behave?" I repeated. "Doesn't she need to go to a dog obedience school for that?"

I think that was the breaking point for her. She somehow got out of my father's grip as she ran up to me and pushed me down on the ground. She landed on top of me and tried to punch me, but I caught it before it could hit my face.

"Too slow," I remarked, grinning at her. She tried to punch me with her other hand, but I caught in the last second before it touched my face. "I guess you are not as tough as you thought you were."

"Get your slimy hands off of me," she commanded.

"Why? So you can try to punch me again?"

"Damn right," she agreed, trying to pull her hands away but failing. I laugh at the pathetic attempt. Suddenly, she was off of me and shouting profanities. I sat up and saw her mother pulling her back and following a maid who was taking them upstairs.

"I'm going to kill him," she yelled. "I'm going to kill his cocky ass."

The mother didn't say anything as she continued to carry Hayley upstairs. I could still hear Hayley's string of profanities even as they reached the second level where most of the bedrooms where. Her voice finally disappeared after the sound of a slammed door.

Finally.

I slowly got off the floor and wiped myself of any dust that might have gotten on me. I smirked as I put my hands in pockets when I heard my father clear his throat.

I rolled my eyes.

What the hell did he want?

 "Josh," he started softly, making me look up at him. "I thought I warned you about Hayley's little temper problem."

I shrugged. "Must of slipped my mind."

"You have a good memory Josh," reminded my father. "Plus I told you this more than once."

"It wasn't important so it didn't stick," I lied, trying to bypass my father, but he wouldn't let me.

"I hope you aren't doing what you usually do when I have my girlfriend vacation here."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I lied again, trying to sound innocent.

My father narrowed his eyes. "Look Joshua, I really like Katherine and..."

"Excuse me," I interrupted rudely. "I recall that you said the same thing about Trisha, Diamond, Cindy, Jasmine-"

"With Katherine it's different," interjected my dad.

"And you said the same thing about Trisha, Diamond, Cindy, Jasmine-"

"Just treat her...and her daughter with respect," finished my dad with a sigh.

"We'll see," I replied, this time bypassing him.

I heard him sigh before walking to the other kids, congratulating them on behaving properly.

Well, sue me.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard someone follow me. I know there is only one person who would dare follow me after that after the little stunt I pulled near the front door.

"What do you want Zac?" I asked, not bothering to turn around.

"Dude," began Zac, walking beside me. "What was that? Hayley looked like she wanted to murder you or something."

"I was just trying to be polite," I lied.

Zac scoffed. "Don't tell me you are going to try to sabotage dad's relationships again. It's starting to get old."

"She doesn't deserve him," I argued, turning towards the dining area. "I bet she's just another gold digger."

"Actually, Katherine seems really nice," Zac mused.

"Someone like her can't stay nice raising an animal like Hayley," I stated, finally reaching the kitchen.

I sat near the counter and Zac sat next to me. "That is so mean."

"It's the truth."

"But Hayley is cool," he countered. "Didn't you notice the Jimmy Eat World t-shirt?"

"So?"

"She's probably into the same music as we are."

"So?"

Zac frowned. "You're being mean again."

I sighed as the maid brought me my breakfast for today. It was an egg, cheese, ham sandwich with bacon on the side and a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Thank you," I murmured before she disappeared.

"Come on," urged Zac, stealing a slice of bacon. "Maybe Katherine is the one."

I abruptly dropped the breakfast sandwich from hands and looked up at Zac. Zac stopped mid-chew when he saw my expression.

"Oh crap dude, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"

"Nobody," I growled. "Nobody will ever be able to replace our mom. She was the only one made for dad."

Zac looked down, suddenly interested with a cup of Pepsi the maid had given him before she left.

"It's been three years," Zac said softly. "I don't think mom will want dad to be lonely forever."

"And what about her," I exclaimed, getting up from my seat. "I mean, she's lonely too. She's stuck under the ground in a freaking coffin. She's going to be there forever by herself and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Visiting her grave helps," suggested Zac, looking up at me.

I pushed my untouched breakfast away from me and glared at Zac.

"I don't even understand dad. How the fuck can he start dating less than a year after her death? He can't even pick them right. All of them are fucking gold-diggers."

"Trisha wasn't-"

"I don't give a damn," I interrupted. "No woman can be good for dad. They can have the same walk, the same talk, the same god damn face as mom, but no one...no freaking one, will ever replace her."

I turned away from Zac and stormed away from the kitchen and headed to the closest door to go outside. I swung it open, almost knocking a maid from her feet but didn't stop to apologize as I stomped outside. I noticed a small fountain for the birds, the outside swimming pool, and the gardener doing something to the plants. I was in the backyard which wasn't that far from the garage.

I began to stomp to the garage, still upset with the conversation with Zac.  I need to take a long, ride on my motorcycle.

Hayley P.O.V.

"I'm gonna kill him," I murmured to myself. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna FREAKING kill him."

I jumped off the rainbow colored bed and ran to the door trying to open it, but my mother had the inside lock. I couldn't get out.

"Damn it," I yelled, hitting the door with all the pent up frustration I was feeling. "Let me out of here. If you don't, I'm going to break it with a...with..." I looked around the room for something I could break the door with. I spotted a huge clown doll in the corner of the room. This whole place was little with little circus toys. It was kind of creepy but that didn't stop me as I and ran up to pick it up. I was about to knock the door open with it when it opened by itself. The clown doll dropped from hands and I didn't bother to pick it up as I finally stepped into freedom.

"Doesn't anybody say thank you anymore?" asked a familiar voice.

"Zac?" Zac finally stepped into view, giving me his childish grin. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I chanted, giving him a big huge. "I was in freaking prison."

"You've only been there in ten minutes," he reminded.

"I know, but it's so boring. My mom took away my side kick, my laptop, even my iPod."

"Your iPod," he repeated, his eyes wide. "How could she do that? Is she trying to kill you?"

"I know," I agreed. "She said the music might only fuel the fire. It's not my fault that I like mostly rock and alternative music."

"That is just so mean," continued Zac. "I can't live without my iPod. It won't matter if you paid me a billion dollars, it is virtually impossible."

"Exactly," I concurred, laughing a bit. Zac laughed too. He was actually pretty cool. I never really have been friendly with people like this after a couple of minutes, but Zac had this vibe that made you automatically like him, unlike his uptight elder brothers, and that jerk-like, stupid Josh. Speaking of which...

"So," I began, giving Zac an innocent look. "Where is Josh? I want to apologize for what happened earlier?"

Zac gave me a skeptically look. "Really?"

I nodded my head and made my eyes really wide. "I just feel so bad about it. I didn't mean to jump on him, I just lost it for a second."

"You looked like wanted to kill him," he commented.

"Only a little bit," I lied.

Zac rolled his eyes. "He's not here. He left a couple of minutes ago. He was kind of still pissed off and so he decided to ride it out.

"In a Lamborghini Diablo?"  I murmured. I mean, living this lifestyle must of made him the jerk he is, or he was just bad with women. I snickered at the thought.

"No," replied Zac. "He's driving his motorcycle.

"Motorcycle?" I repeated. "Your dad let's you have one of those."

"Yeah, he wasn't fond of it first. I mean, it was dangerous, unsafe, and he didn't even buy a helmet for it. Plus it was right after our mom..." He hesitated for a second, but I didn't think anything of it as he continued. "In addition to that, Josh had used dad credit card and it was pretty expensive."

"How much did it cost?" I asked, getting a bit curious.

Zac thought about it for a second. "It was around $201,000. It is Macchia Nera Concept Bike, one of the world's most expensive motorcycles. Josh was thinking about getting a MV Agusta F4 CC, which only cost about  $150,000 and also another expensive motorcycle and was actually named "Most Powerful Motorcycle Ever to Enter Series Production" by the Guinness Book of World Record but the Nera was built by Italian designers and nobody in this family can resist Italian stuff."

"I noticed," I commented, thinking about all the Italian suits I've seen John wearing. "I guess Joshie is a spoil little brat, right?"

"Not really," answered  Zac. "He just wanted something that would go really fast."

"I still think he is a brat."

Zac looked like he was about to argue, but shook his head, like he thought better of it.

"So...um...do you want to take a tour of the house or something?" inquired Zac, giving me another cute grin. "It's pretty big and I don't want you to get lost."

"Sure," I replied, stepping towards him. "It's not like you guys have a map or something?"

Zac giggled. "Actually we do?"

"You do?" I repeated.

Zac shook his head yes. "A couple of years ago, some ambassador of some country who came to visit my dad one time got lost in this mansion. We looked all over for him but we couldn't find the guy. He somehow ended up in Izzy's playroom in the first level and Izzy drew him a simple map to get back to his room since he couldn't speak English and she wasn't that fluent yet. Ever since that incident, we have maps made and we put them in the guest room so the guest can study it, or keep it, or whatever."

"There wasn't one in this room," I told Zac, pointing to the circus room.

"Well, that's because nobody ever really goes there. It's kind of creepy."

"You're telling me," I murmured, thinking about those different types of clowns I saw in there. "So are you ready to start the grand tour?"

"Yeah," answered Zac, pumping his fist. "Let's go."

He grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the first floor. I had a feeling that this was going to be an entertaining tour.

Josh P.O.V.

I entered the house quietly. It was way past curfew and I knew that if any of my brothers or that stupid tattle tale maid saw me, I would be screwed.

I silently shut the kitchen door behind me. I would have just climbed the window, but wasn't in the mood too. Plus I was hungry as hell and wanted to eat a snack before I went upstairs to my room and start the preparations to get the Williams out of here.

It wasn't until I opened the freezer and took out an empty box of hot pockets that I realized that someone else was here.

I couldn't believe how clueless I was or how much I had let my guard down.

I mean, the smell was right under my nose. I just thought that I had imagined it because of how hungry I felt.

I turned around, my arms crossed together, as I watched the red-head kid take a huge bite of my hot pocket.

She gave me an evil grin. "How's it hanging?"

"You took the last hot pocket," I accused.

"So?" said Hayley, taking another huge bite.

"I had written my name on it in a huge letters on both sides of the box. It is impossible not to miss."

"What's your point?"

I glared at her. "Well bitch-

"The name's Hayley."

I don't give a shit."

Hayley narrowed her eyes. Slowly she lifted her plate from the counter and headed to the kitchen sink. It wasn't until she dropped the hot pocket in, that I realized what she was doing. She pressed the button near the top of the stove and a loud roaring sound erupted.

She used the freaking garbage disposal on my hot pockets.

Damn it.

Hayley studied me, trying to see if she succeeded in pissing me off. I kept my face composed. I'll blow my tantrum later.

I ignored her stare as I walked back to the refrigerator and took out a big, juicy, grape jelly donut. I took a huge bite and made a satisfied groan so Hayley realized that she hadn't won this little battle.

I could feel her scowl.

Before I closed the refrigerator, I did a little rearranging. I smiled as I closed the door.

"Good night," I told Hayley, taking another bite of my donut and headed out of the kitchen. "See you in the morning."

She narrowed her eyes at me, growing suspicious.

I just continued to walk until I was sure that she wasn't paying attention anymore. I waited near the living room entrance, listening to the clinking of glasses and the running of water. It took only five minutes until I heard the expected crash.

I grinned at myself as I began walking to way to the grand stair case, laughing loudly.

 "Oopsie,' I yelled, loud enough for the girl to hear me. "It seems that I had put the huge glass container of milk too close to the edge in the refrigerator. Too bad all the maids and butlers are asleep."

I heard her growl.

This is going to be too easy.

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Sorry for not updating a while. I took a litte vacation during Thanksgiving Break, but now that is over and I am ready to start writing again. I really like this story and I have a lot of ideas up my sleeves.

I promise to update soon.

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Hayley P.O.V.

I bounced my head to the song on my iPod as I took another sip of my coke.

"Why didn't you get a hummer limo?" I asked Mr. Farro. "I mean those are all the rage right now."

"I had no idea you wanted to ride in style Hayley. I thought you didn't like the richie rich lifestyle of mine," jeered Mr. Farro.

"It would help," I suggested, taking another sip of my coke and looking out the tinted window. "So how long is this drive going to take? I want to squeeze in a nap before three."

"We're almost there Hayles. It is a fifteen minute drive," answered Mr. Farro, taking out his Blackberry and giving it a quick look before texting.

My eyes widen in surprise. "You text?'

"Usually only for business purposes," replied Mr. Farro putting his Blackberry in his pocket. "Or if my children are too lazy to call me."

"Children?" I repeated. "I thought rich people only liked to have one kid. How many do you have?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied with a grin.

"Are they all from the same mother?" I inquired.

"Hayley," exclaimed my mother.

"What," I shrugged. "Rich guys are known to have an affair with a maid once in a while."

"Oh my goodness," muttered my mother. "I thought you were going to try to be good."

"I am," I said innocently, making my eyes extra wide. "I'm just curious."

"Well, I guess you are about to find out then," informed John. He pointed to my window and I snuck a peek inside. I put the window down to get a better look.

"I thought you said we were going to a mansion, not a castle," I remarked looking at the huge estate.

We were in front of the golden gates but I could still have a good look of the place. The place was the color of gray limestone and three stories high. There are a number of noticeable leaded window panels framed and in the distance I could see butlers and maid walking about, long dining room tables, an entertainment center, and even a lighted fire place.

"Wow," I gasped.

"I told you she would be impressed."  I heard John whisper. I ignored the comment as I saw two men in a black and white uniform open the gates.

"Don't you have a remote control that can do that?" I asked John as I stuffed my iPod in my backpack before turning back around to face him.

"The remote is broken," he replied as we entered the long, wide drive way to his mansion. "I plan on getting it fixed soon."

I nodded my head as I looked back outside the window. The mansion looked even bigger now that we were closer. My eyes widen as we passed a fountain with a naked guy standing on his tippy toes spitting out water.

I resisted the urge to roll around the ground laughing. Maybe this place won't be as bad as I thought.

We finally stopped in front of the mansion and the limo driver got out and opened the door for John, my mom, and me. I was the first one to get out.

"So which way are the bedrooms?" I inquired, stretching my arms. "I'm still sleepy."

"Don't you want a tour of the place before settling down?" asked my mom, grabbing my duffle bag.

"Maybe later, I mean it's not like I will get lost here right. It's only like a million acres."

My mother just shook her head at me. "How about after your little nap, we can tour the place together."

"We might need a map," I advised, stretching again. "We wouldn't want to set any traps or burglary systems or anything."

My mother just rolled her eyes at me before turning to John who was putting his Blackberry back into his pocket.

"Come on," he urged. "The kids are ready."

"Yeppie," I said with false enthusiasm. "Can't wait to meet the little rugrats."

"Well, I'm excited," admitted my mom, linking her arms with John. "You speak so highly of them."

"Do you speak highly of me?" I asked my mom as she handed me my duffle bag before we made our way to the mansion. "I know you have a lot of good stories to tell."

"I try," she replied with a smirk, patting the top of my head. I hated when she did that.

Two butlers opened the dark wooden door and my eyes widen as I stepped inside. In front of me was a large, long, wooden, spiral staircase with two bright lamps on each side. I took another step on the white ceramic tiles taking in the area. There was huge gap between the front door and the wooden staircase where three young people were standing in casual clothes from the tallest to the shortest. The first guy looked like a young adult...about 25. He looked exactly like Mr. Farro.  He was clean shaved, had on a dark black Italian suit with the impossibly shiny shoes, plus a bright silver watch on his right arm. The guy standing next to him looked similar to the eldest son and had the exact same outfit except his suit was gray and he was a little bit thinner. The third person was a short little brown eyed girl, with long curly, brown hair in pigtails wearing a puffy dress. She smiled at me shyly. I smiled back.

Three kids. I guess it wasn't that...

"Where are Josh and Zac?" asked Mr. Farro with a frown. "I told them to not go anywhere until I came back from the business trip."

The eldest one rolled his eyes, taking out a Blackberry. "Where do you think?" he asked like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "They went there again."

The little girl turned to the eldest one and glared at him. "You weren't supposed to tell anybody."

The eldest one scoffed as he quickly texted something before handing the phone to his younger brother. "Those guys need to be punished. They should be interning for me or Nate in the office, not playing shows at some café show."

"Playing?" I repeated. "You mean like the piano or violin or something like that."

"I wish they did," murmured the eldest one taking out gray side kick from another pocket. How many phones does this dude have?

Before I could ask for him to explain, I heard a yell and saw someone sliding down the railing of the staircase.

"Yeppie," I heard the guy say, raising his hands up like he was in a roller coaster.  "Get ready for the Zac-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as he reached the end of the staircase and fell on the floor...face first.

I tried hard not to laugh at the ridiculous stunt, but it was just so hard.

The eldest one and Nate rolled their eyes as they texted on their phones, but the little girl ran up to the kid, trying to pull him up.

"Zac, are you alright?" she asked.

"Why are you even asking that?" inquired Nate, handing the Blackberry back to the eldest one and taking out a red Razor phone out of his pocket. "It happens all the time."

Zac just made a face at his elder brothers and began wiping dust from his brown vest. "You guys are jerks. If you knew it was going to happen, why did you try to catch me?" He glared at the eldest one. "I remember one time, I flew right in front of you, but you didn't even try to catch me. Jon, do you know how many bruised I got from that landing."

"Maybe you should try to stop acting like a monkey," commented Jon in a bored voice, putting his Blackberry in his pocket.

"You're too heavy," added Nate, handing the red Razor to the eldest one. "We could have broken a nail or something."

Zac looked at them in disbelief. "You guys are big weenies..." He giggled. "Weenies."

The guys just rolled their eyes.

This time I couldn't hold out my laugh.

 Zac turned to me with a surprised expression. "Oh crap, I didn't know you were already here." He went up to me, and gave me a childish grin. "My name is Zachary Wayne Farro, but you can call me Zac. Actually I beg you to call me Zac, Zachary is such a mouth full."

"Hey Zac," I greeted, a smile spreading on my face. "My name is Hayley...Hayley Nichole Williams if you wanted to know my full name."

"I want to know everything about you," said Zac sincerely, smiling again.  "I want to know your age, the school you go to, if you have a boyfriend..."

"Zac," warned Mr. Farro, giving him a look. "She just got here. Can't you put it down a notch?"

"What?"  he asked innocently, putting his hands up "I just curious. Franklin has been boring for a while. I'm glad there's a new person here to spice it up."

"I don't think one person will make a difference," I addressed.

"We'll see about that," smirked Zac. "I have a feeling we are going to be the best of friends and cause quite a scene in this small town."

"You know, I kind of have that feeling too," I admitted, smiling back. He actually seemed kind of cool and I couldn't wait to spend more time with him, not like his serious-like older brothers. I saw a faded, purple sticker on his right hand which must of meant that he had been to a concert recently. I thought about asking him about it, but I wasn't sure if Mr. Farro would approve.

"Now where is-"

"Right here," interjected a soft voice on the top of the stairs. I looked at the top of the stairs, where the sound of the voice came from, and almost couldn't help but gasp at the guy on top of the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants, a small, black vest under a long sleeve white crisped dress shirt, and had on black and white chucks. He had short brown hair, a silver Rolex watch on his right hand, and the biggest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

He quickly came down the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other hand sliding a small shiny black phone in his pocket.

When he finally reached downstairs, he nodded his head at his big brothers, patted the head at his little sister, and rolled his eyes at Zac.

Slowly he turned his me and my mom. He plastered on a bright smile as he said hi to my mom but when he turned to me it vanished.

"Did you dye your hair with kool- aid or something?"

My smile turned into a scowl as I glared at him.

He was a jerk.

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Sorry for the shortness but it seem like a perfect place to stop.

I can't believe how much you guys demanded for another chapter. I hadn't plan on updating for at least for a couple of days but because of all the demand I decided to do it a little early. Thank you for the support.

I promise to update the next chapter soon.

Hayley P.O.V.

"Private jet," I sighed, combing my hands through my bright orange, red hair. "Why didn't he just notch it up again and let us travel by a huge yacht."

"He actually has one, "replied my mother taking a sip of the red wine that the stewardess gave her. "But his brother is borrowing it because he wants to take a surprise trip to the Caribbean with his wife.

"I should have known," I muttered.

"Now Hayley-," started my mother.

"Would you like anything else Mrs. Williams?" interrupted the stewardess. "We won't land for another ten minutes.

"How about a parachute and a train ticket so I can just jump of this scrape off metal and go back home?" I asked her.

"Hayley," scolded my mother, shaking her head.  I ignored her. It was her fault we were coming here for the summer, not mine.

The stewardess just continued to smile that creepy smile of hers before speaking. "How about a glass of champagne? It will make you feel better."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're offering alcohol to an underage kid. Do you want to get arrested or something? "

"Hayley," scolded my mother again.

The stewardess still kept her smile. "Well... champagne has a lot of benefits.  A study shows that moderate consumptions of champagne may help the brain cope with the trauma of stroke, Alzheimer's, and Parkinson's disease. Also, the high amount of the antioxidant polyphenols in sparkling wine can help prevent deterioration of brain cells due to oxidative stress. Plus..."

I raised my hand in front of her face to make her shut up. "Okay, I get it Ms. Wikipedia; it's healthy. But I really don't want to get into this richie rich life style so can you just get me a can of coke. But if you want to spice it up again, you can put it in a champagne glass with one...two...no three small ice cubes and maybe add a lemon slice. Do you think the coke will taste good with a lemon slice?"

"Hayley," scolded my mother for the third time, pinching my leg.

"Oww," I complained, rubbing the leg. "Was that necessary?"

"Is your attitude necessary," retorted my mom with a frown. She was disappointed in me.

I looked down in shame. "Sorry mom," I muttered. I look back at the stewardess. "Just take back everything I said. I'll just get a can of coke."  

"As you wish," said the stewardess, giving me another creepy smile before going in the back of the jet. In less than ten seconds, she came back with my can of coke, a small napkin, and a green straw. "Anything else Ms. Williams."

"No thank you," I replied, opening the can of coke and taking a sip. I gave my green straw to my mom. She gave me a look but didn't say anything. I think she was glad that I decided to keep my mouth shut from the stewardess.  I mean who drinks soda with a straw? I took a sip of my coke before I looked back up the stewardess. She was still there.   "Um...that will be all."

"Okay then," she said. She then looked in her watch. "We are about to lane so please but on your seat beats."

I put my soda in the drink holder next to me before putting on my seat belt. My mother handed back the stewardess back the unfinished glass of wine before putting on her seat belt. The stewardess then walked to the back of the jet to do...whatever stewardess do in the back of jets when a plane lanes.  

I closed my eyes, so I could better feel the plane landing. It was the part my mom hated the most but I just thought it was soothing. Plus, I was looking to see if the pilot would mess up so I could complain later.

I felt a slight bump as we hit the ground but nothing else. Dang it, this guy was good.

I kept my eyes closed until the plane did a complete stop.

"Wake up honey," my mother whispered. "We've arrived."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. "We've arrived in the middle of nowhere, great."

"It's not nowhere," corrected my mother. "It's Franklin, Tennessee."

"Never heard of it," I said with a yawn. "So when will your beloved boyfriend going to pick us up and take us to our hotel. I am starving."

"About that-" began my mother.

"Katherine," called a strangely familiar voice.

"John," called my mother with a smile, taking off her seat belt.

John entered the jet wearing a designer Italian suit, Dior sunglasses, and impossibly shiny shoes. I yawned again.

"Honey," squealed my mother running up to him and giving him a big kiss on the lips.

I rolled my eyes as I took of my seat belt. "Save it for the bedroom, well you."

My mother blushed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Hayley, I warned you about that little attitude of yours."

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed getting up from my seat. "Can you blame me?" Oh crap. I shouldn't have said that. I sheepishly looked up my mother and saw her mouth in a straight line and tears in her eyes.

I groaned. "Mom, don't cry. It was a long time ago, I'm over it."

"But honey," protested my mother letting go of John. "If I wasn't so blind and foolish, I would have been able to-"

I shook my head. "I thought we agreed not to talk about it."

My mom pursed her lip, trying hard not to protest.  I really have to learn to keep my big mouth shut.

"So...um....how was the flight?" asked John quickly, trying to change the subject.

"It was amazing. I can't believe you ordered a private jet for us," gushed my mother, hugging him again.

"Actually I own this jet," corrected John. "And I'm glad that you had an amazing flight. You will love Franklin, the sights is amazing. I'm hoping we can go on a tour tomorrow morning...just the two of us. Do you mind?"

"It doesn't matter where you take me," my mother told him, looking up at him with a grin. "As long as I am with you, I will be fine."

"Oh my god," I groaned. I made the fake throw up sigh. "You guys are grosser than the last time I saw you two."

"Stop acting childish Hayles," complained my mother. "I haven't seen him for four months."

"And what a happy four months they were," I muttered. My mother glared at me. "What? I didn't sign you up for this stupid, long distance relationship. Maybe next time you can try the internet or something."

I expected my mother to scold me again, but she just sighed.

"Ignore her," she told John. "She is a bit grumpy because we had to wake up early this morning."

"Five o'clock in the freaking morning," I added.

"Well, you will be able to sleep when we reach the mansion," reminded John, grabbing my mother's hand.

"Mansion?" I repeated. "I thought we were going to stay in a hotel."

"Change of plans," said my mother quickly. "Plus, you won't be lonely if I go out. You can hang out with the kids."

"Oh joy," I said sarcastically. "Thank you for the freaking consideration." I grabbed my duffle bag and started walking out of the jet. "This is going to be the best vacation ever. Better than the tickets to a Jimmy Eat World concert that I was invited to go see today."

My mother just sighed as she was about to go grab her suitcase, but John stopped her. "I'll get it."

My mother blushed. I resisted the urge to make another fake throw up sign.

I shifted the duffle back on my hand. My mother turned to me and motioned with her finger to come closer. I sighed as I went closer to her.

"Yes," I exasperated.

"You better be on your best behavior missy," reprimanded my mother.

"Whatever," I murmured.

"I mean it," continued my mother. "I could have just let you stay with your grandparents, but I really want you to spend more time with John. He is really a good guy."

"Really?" I inquired. "That wasn't what the media was saying when his business took over that small one in Tokyo."

My mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath before talking again. "Look, I know this is weird after what happened 3 years..."

"I thought you said we were never going to talk about it again," I reminded, trying hard not to clench my teeth at the memory.

"I'm sorry," whispered my mother, giving me a hug. "But would you please give John a chance."

I sighed again as I thought about it. John was really a nice guy. He was really polite, sweet, and seemed to love my mom a lot. I didn't hate him...well maybe a little but I do love giving him a hard time.

"Fine," I finally answered as my mother let go of me. "Whatever makes you happy."

My mother smiled at me and gave me a small kiss on the forehead before turning back to John.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," answered my mother, lacing his fingers with hers. I almost threw up in my mouth.

"Are you ready Ms. Williams?" smirked John turning to me.

"Yes John," I answered, putting the duffle bag behind my back. "Oh wait...I should probably be formal so I can seem like I respect you when I really don't. My bad, Mr. Farro."

My mother gave me a look but I just shrugged at her as I headed out of the jet. She didn't say I had to start acting nice immediately.

I was almost out of the jet when I realized that my mom and Mr. Farro weren't behind me. I turned around and almost threw up in my mouth as I witnessed them making googly eyes at each other and whispering in each other ear.

Well...

This will probably be the most miserable summer I will ever have.

Huh...Franklin, Tennessee, here I come.

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I'll upload Chapter 2 soon.  

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 Who Would Have Thought

Outtake for Chapter 46 Part I

Story: Josh is giving Hayley some alone time for her to figure out her feelings and to get over the incident of 3 years ago.  However, they text and hang out a lot which kind of defeats the purpose so they don't care.

A little explanation about the outtake: We all know that Hayley had gotten a ring to propose to Josh on the second proposal. This is after she gets the ring.

Hayley P.O.V.

I exited the jewelers store with a huge smile on my face. I really hope that this works; if this didn't than I was completely screwed. Not only will the wedding with Josh be officially cancelled but there was a possibility that I could lose him forever.

The smile that was on my face immediately vanished; I couldn't believe how far this had escaladed.

Josh and I were barely talking...actually I was the only one who does all the talking anymore. Before he started staying over at Jeremy and Sarah's he would say good morning, ask about my day, make small talk and go to work. He would come back, make more small talk, eat dinner, we'll watch T.V. and he would sleep on the couch and I would sleep on the bed.

I didn't like that we had to sleep in separate rooms and was going to say something about it but Josh said he wanted to give me space to think things over. I actually was planning on talking to him the next day about it but that is when he started to be more distant with me. He doesn't even sleep in the same apartment with me...he sleeps in the guest room in Jeremy and Sarah's apartment.

I bit my lip at the thought. Wasn't Josh supposed to be fighting for me? Didn't he promise he wouldn't let me go without a fight? I bit my lip again. Did he think that I gave up on him and me? Did I make him so depressed that he just gave up?

I stopped walking and tried to take a deep breath. I had to stop thinking these things. Josh and I hadn't even officially called off the wedding yet...well; I don't think Josh knew that.

I sighed loudly as started walking again. Josh and I were going to be meeting at his apartment tonight. I had texted him today and told him that we needed to have a serious talk. He responded back immediately telling me that he would be there in the late evening because he was buried with work and probably won't be able to come over until midnight. I told him that it was alright and I would stay up with him. He promised me he would come home as soon as he can.

As I passed the local Starbucks, something caught my eyes-actually someone. I groaned. It was Jenna. I held back another groan. I have been seeing this chick everywhere. At Wal-Mart, the mall, even some bathroom at some restaurant I went with Sarah and Jeremy.

I was about to turn away when I noticed the unforgettable familiar figure walking to Jenna's table with two cups of coffee and a smile of his face.

What the crap was Josh doing having lunch with Jenna? I was not the type of girl to spy on my boyfriends...well I think he is still  my boyfriend activities, but I couldn't turn away. Josh knew I hated Jenna to the core, why is he having lunch with her when he told me he was buried with work. He could have used this time to come to the apartment to talk.

I stared into the glass trying to figure out what was going on. Josh had finally sat down and handed Jenna the cup of coffee. Jenna smiled and said something to him before taking a sip. Josh laughed before taking a sip of his. I raised my eyebrows. Since when was Jenna and Josh start getting friendly?

Jenna then said something and Josh laughed again, but this time harder than before. He put his coffee down, still laughing. I glared at Jenna. Josh hadn't laughed since the day of the accident. I didn't like the fact that she got him to laugh twice in less than twenty seconds.

Jenna put her coffee down and talked again but this time more solemnly. I could see Josh's grin fade. Jenna subtly put her hand up and rested it on Josh's. He didn't move it. Jenna then leaned her head forward and continued to talk. Josh was now staring at his coffee as if in another world. As Jenna continued to talk, Josh hands laced with Jenna's, holding it tightly.

I had enough.  I thought about busting into the place, beating Jenna up and then dragging Josh away, but decided against it. He could do whatever he wanted. He was over me.

The thought crushed me completely as it finally sunk in. I waited too long. Josh probably doesn't want me anymore.

I looked down and despair, shame, and  hopelessness spread through me. I could feel the tears coming from my eyes. I lost Josh...forever.

I turned away from the Starbucks and ran away from the café place, ran away from the one I loved, I ran away from the only person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

Reason for Deletion: They already had too many misunderstanding. It decided to give them a break.

All the outtakes are done. Going to post the first chapter to my new fanfic in a couple of days.

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Who Would Have Thought

Outtake for Chapter 12(Who Would Have Thought Outtakes 2)

Story: Zac and Josh rescue Hayley from the girl slumber party where she was held hostage. Before she was rescued, Hayley admitted her best kiss was in the back of someone's car...the accidental kiss she had with Josh that was a secret. The girls spilled that out and Josh freaked out for a second before Hayley lied saying it was with Zac. Josh is upset with his reaction about it and is questioning whether or not to believe Hayley's statement

Warning: This is an early chapter therefore it wasn't written in the way I write now. Enjoy!!!!

Josh P.O.V.

Zac, Hayley, and I stayed an additional hour at the slumber party. The girls cooked us breakfast and joked around with us, but my mind wasn't in it. Hayley refused to look me the eyes and I was not surprised. Her deep, dark secret was now known to five people. I still can't believe that she said that. She told me that she had no feelings for me, that the kiss meant nothing to her, that it was an accident. But now, just staring at her I couldn't believe that I bought it. I mean, she freaking kissed me back.

            We were walking to my car. Zac became his annoying self and  now he and Hayley were walking hand to hand to the car, Zac grinning and me silently fuming. Did he always have to hold her hand?

            "In the back of a car," he grinned. "I don't remember that."

            "It...it was a long time ago," I heard Hayley answer.

            "Apparently, not long enough since you still remember," joked Zac. "Are you sure it wasn't a dream. I don't remember a time we made out-"

            "Zac," she scolded. "Josh is here."

            "Like he doesn't already know," he snickered. I resisted the urge to ball my hands into a fist.

            "I didn't wake up at nine in the morning to deal with your ego," I snapped getting my car keys from my pocket.

            "Someone's a pick cranky in the morning," sing-song Zac. I slammed the passenger door open.

            "Get in and shut up," I snapped again.

            "Hey, don't get-" began Zac.

            "My car, my rules," I growled.

            "What's up with you?" questioned Zac. Before I could answer, Zac's phone rang. He glanced at it. "It's mom," he announced. He picked it up. "Hey mom...what?...oh I just left to pick up Hayley." Zac headed back towards Bekah's house, still talking to mom.

 I turned to Hayley who was glaring at me.

            "What is wrong with you. Why are you being so mean to Zac?" I didn't mean to make her mad. I was just so angry with Zac that I didn't even consider Hayley's feelings.

            "Sorry," I apologized.

            "Sorry," she exclaimed. "Sorry? You think that word is going to fix everything. What is up with you?" Did she honestly not know what was going on with me? Wasn't it obvious to her?

            "None of your damn business," I answered.

            "Hey," Hayley warned, looking me up and down. "Don't talk like that to me."

            "I can do whatever I want," I argued

            "Not with me here," she shouted.

            "Please, you don't have that power," I lied. Of course she did, she had it ever since the incident.

            "Just because you're in a pissy mood doesn't mean you can take it out on me or Zac," she told me. She was glaring at me. I didn't mean to get her angrier, but her and Zac...together...I hated it.

            "Can you guess why I'm in a pissy mood Hayley?" I asked. "Can you guess? Do you even give a damn?

            "Of course I give a damn" she answered. "You're my friend."

            "Yeah," I said. "Well friends don't lie to their friends about their feelings."

            "What are you..." she stopped. I guess she finally realized why I was so mad. "I was just kidding Josh. I hadn't meant it," she said softly.

            "You said that before," I murmured.

            "I thought they were asking about-" I put up my hand.

            "Enough," I interjected. "I've had enough with your lies."

Hayley seemed hurt.   "They were asking...they were asking about my worst kissing experience," she stammered. "I didn't...I didn't want to hurt you so I told you guys that it was the best kiss and..."

            "What a great way to boost my ego," I said sarcastically. "Do you honestly think that I'm a bad kisser?"

            "We are not having this conversation," stated Hayley looking away. "I refuse."

            "Fine," I said. "Then will." I turned Hayley towards me and crashed her lips to mine.

            Hayley's P.O.V.

            Oh god, I can't believe I almost forgot the feeling, the feeling of Josh's luscious lips on mine. It was almost how I remembered it, only better. Josh grabbed my waist and softly pushed me to his car, kissing me deeper.

            "Hayley," he whispered on my lips.

            "Josh," I whispered back. He kissed me again and this time I felt his tongue touch mine. I always thought that French kissing would be disgusting and couldn't understand how couples could stand to do it; the thought use to make me shudder. But now, experiencing with Josh gave me so much pleasure that my knees felt weak and I lost balanced and fell.

            "Hayley," he cried. "Hayley, are you okay?"

            "I'm fine," I answered, embarrassing. "I just lost my balanced."

            "How did you lose your balance?" Josh asked. "You were leaning on the car." 

            I looked down before I answered, speaking softly. "This now replaces the best kiss I have ever experienced."

Josh grinned. "Would you like an encore?"  His face was now only inches away, I closed the gap.

Zac P.O.V.

"Okay mom...I got it...bye," I said quickly as I closed my cell phone. My mom was being over-bearing again and as much as I appreciate it sometimes, it could get out of hand like now. She was so upset that I left without telling her that she was grounding me for the rest of the weekend and could only see Hayley in the afternoons. What a party pooper. I made my way back to Josh's car; I wonder if he calmed down yet. 

When I reached the car, I couldn't find Hayley or Josh anywhere. I sighed. I hope he didn't take her take his anger out on her; he looked like he wanted to kill me.

"Zac," called Hayley. She and Josh were running back to me, both out of breath and flushing bright red.

"Where were you? I thought Josh murdered you?"

"He would never do that," said Hayley with a smile. Josh grinned. Was I missing something?

"Ready to go?" asked Josh jiggling the car keys.

"Shot-gun," yelled Hayley running to the passenger seat. Josh shook his head.

"What's up with you guys?" I asked curiously. "You're acting like....children or something." Josh face suddenly turned grim.

"You'll find out later," he answered coolly and made his way to his car.

Reason for Deletion: I felt like they were moving too fast, so I took it out.

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Outtake for Chapter 13

Summary: Takes place after the slumber party incident. The outtake I had posted above hadn't happened. Josh is conflicted with his feelings for Hayley and when he he find his girlfriend, Tabitha, in his room, he starts to make out with her trying to push his feelings away. Things start to get hot and heavy, and when articles of clothing start to come off, Hayley and Zac open the door and spot them. Josh is surprised and Hayley is horrified.

Hayley P.O.V.

I ran down the stairs, too upset to even look at him. I ran outside and looked around for any way that I could get out of here.

"Hayley," called Zac running after me. "Hayley, where are you going?" I didn't answer him. Tears were falling from my eyes and I couldn't stop them. What was wrong with me? So what, Josh was kissing Tabby? So what, they were half-naked? So what, that if we didn't come earlier it could have gone further. So what...?

"Hayley?" called Zac softly finally reaching me. He hugged me tightly. "What's wrong?" I was shaking terribly.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"Does this have anything to do with Josh...Tabby...last August?"

"Au...August," I stammered. "They...they...they triggered something a memory to me about the divorce. I'm sorry." It was a lie. I just didn't want Zac to worry about me. He would not let go seeing me cry, and knowing that I cried while watching Tabby and Josh...god, I can't think about it. I felt another tear escape.

"Hayley," shouted Josh running down the stairs with his shirt askew and rushing on  putting on his belt. "Hayley, wait."

"Get away from me," I shouted. "Get away from me Joshua." Josh stopped on his tracks.

"Hayley?" he said softly. I broke down. My heart ached so much that I thought it would burst. I felt Josh hug me. "Hayley, calm down. Please, it's okay." I wrapped my arms around Josh and put my head on his shoulder. What was wrong with me?

Josh P.O.V.

Hayley calm down automatically to my touch. I glanced at Zac who had a worried look. "Hayley, calm down. Please, it's okay." She wrapped her warms around me and put her head in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. I stroked her hair.

"It's okay," I murmured. "Just stop crying." She hugged me tighter, like she didn't want to let me go. I glanced back at Zac who was pouting. I guess he wanted to be the one to comfort Hayley.

"Josh," called Tabitha, walking to the yard. Hayley stiffen and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, she would cry again.

"I'll call you later," I told Tabby quickly. Tabby narrowed her eyes. She looked from Hayley to me, but didn't say anything for a whole minute.

"Fine," she muttered.  Hayley squeezed me tighter; I could feel the lack of oxygen but didn't say anything. Hayley was the one who need my full attention. Once Tabby drove away, she relaxed a little.

"I must be nuts," I heard her murmur.

"And why is that?" I asked. Hayley didn't answer, but just hugged me tighter.

"Um...Zac," I started. Zac stood up straight, ready for duty. "Get Hayley a bottle of water and some Advil."

"Advil?" Zac questioned.

"She'll probably get a headache later," I explained. Zac nodded in agreement as he headed inside.

"Hayley?" I asked softly. "Do you want to go inside?" She shook her head no.

"I want...I want to stay here for a while if that's okay."

"Okay," I agreed. "Whatever you want." Holding her felt so right, like I belonged there. I know that hugs and kisses from Tabby was nothing compared to this. I looked down at Hayley was sniffling a little bit. She was such a strong person, what in the world could have make her break down?

"Hayley?" I asked softly. "Are you okay?"

"No," she answered truthfully.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I could do to help? Would you like me to beat someone up?" She laughed at that.

"I don't think you can beat this person up."

"So, you're crying because of a person," I mused looking down at her.

(Added an ending to this outtake since it was incomplete. Here it is...)

Hayley glared up at me.  "Just shut up and continue to hug me."

"With pleasure," I told her as I held her in my arms tighter.

Zac came back with the bottle of water and Advil and Hayley took it gratefully. However, when she was done she made her way back into my arms, almost suffocating me.

I laughed.

"Gosh Hayles," Zac muttered, looking down on the ground. "You sure do know how to make your boyfriend feel appreciated."

Hayley bit her lip as she looked down, looking a bit ashamed.

"Come on Zac," I told him, giving him a hard look. "How can you make her feel bad when she's already down? What kind of boyfriend are you?"

Zac glared at me.

"It's okay," Hayley said as she unwrapped her arms around me, avoiding eye contact. "He is kind of right. I guess because you have the elder brother thing going on, I went to you. Sorry about that."

Zac's eyes lighten up when Hayley held his hand and I resisted the urge to turn my hands into fists.

I pushed my uneasiness aside as I watched Zac usher Hayley back to the house. And I also pushed away my emptiness when Hayley's hand unwrapped her arms around me.

Gosh, what the heck is wrong with me?

Reason for Deletion: Same as the one above. They were moving a little bit too fast.

Who Would Have Thought

Note: I'm doing this a day early. I was planning on posting it after a week since my last chapter but then I was bored so I decided to post them now. I'm not sure what to think of this outtake. This is when I first starting writing fanfic so I apologize in advance if their are any spelling/grammer mistakes, or it seems stupid. I was just a novice then.

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Outtake for Somewhere between Chapter 10 & Chapter 11

Summary: Josh and Hayley had never really talked. Josh is dating a girl name Tabby and Hayley is dating Josh's little brother, Zac. But, on the day of Zac's and Hayley first anniversary, they actually communicated with more than just head nods which makes Hayley happy. Also, they share a writer's class this year which brings them closer together and become friends. 

However, Zac is upset with Josh because he played a joke on him and so in revenge he get's Josh splattered with ballons filled with paint. Half the school gets involve and they all get in trouble but luckily no suspension.

Tabby is rich so she invites Josh, Hayley and Zac to go to this spa/bath place to clean up. During the ride Josh and Hayley have their first kiss...by accident when Tabby did a sharp turn while driving making Josh's lips landing on Hayley's. Luckily, Zac and Tabby don't know about it.  Josh, confused and blinded with these new feelings makes his way to Hayley and was about to kiss her(on purpose this time) when the ride is over and he is pulled away to the spa.

In this part of the story, they have not yet confronted each other about it yet.

Zac P.O.V.

For the rest of the afternoon and some of the evening, I was hanging out I Jacuzzi with Josh and Tabby. Hayley didn't want to join and just took a shower and watched us play around. I felt so guilty that I was enjoying this without her and begged her many times to come and hang out, but she refused. I finally got out and had my arms around her watching Tabby whisper something to Josh's ears. He blushed.

"Cute couple," I commented.

"I guess," she mused, not looking at me. She had been quiet since the paintball fight in the school parking lot, I hope she still wasn't upset.

"What's up, you've been weird all afternoon?"

"Nothing important," she said with a sigh.

"It must be since you're usually a chatterbox." I put my hands on the sides of her mouth and turned her frown to a smile.

She giggled."Don't worry, I'm okay." I looked at her for a minute to see if she was telling the truth. She was. Tabby was now laughing at something Josh had said and now they were splashing water at each other. Hayley turned around. "I just remember...I think I left something in the Tabby's car. I'll be right back."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No," she replied quickly. "It will only be a sec." I was expecting a peck in the cheek before she left, but she just got up and went out of the room. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"Hey guys," I said, walking to the Jacuzzi. "You know what's up with Hayley?"

"What do you mean?" inquired Tabby. "She seems fine."

"She's faking," I stated. I turned to Josh who was examining his nails. "Do you know what's up?"

"No clue," he said quickly.

"Maybe she's tired of you," suggested Tabby. I glared at her.

Josh jumped out of the Jacuzzi. "I'm going to shower; I'll be back in a few." He half ran-half walked to the guy locker room.

"Look what you did?" sulked Tabby. "You made him go away." I looked at the direction that Hayley had went and then Josh's direction.

"Do you think something is going on between them?"

Tabby rolled her eyes. "What do you think?" She flipped her hair though it was still wet. "You think they are having an affair behind our backs." I shook my head.

"Why do you always have to be sarcastic?"

"You're worrying about nothing Zac." She grabbed a towel that was near the edge of the Jacuzzi before pulling herself up. "We might as well start getting ready. Its pass 7'O'Clock and you can't avoid your dad forever." 

"Dad," I groaned. I had forgotten all about the paintball fight. All the paint that was on us had been removed. I thought that it would take days for all of it to be gone but apparently the water had some special formula that took it off. I nicknamed it 'holy water.' Tabby covered herself in the towel and headed to the girl's locker room leaving me alone in the room. I sighed. I hated it when Hayley wouldn't talk to me about something. The only time she had done that was on the finalization of her parent's divorce. She wouldn't talk to anyone for days and stayed in isolation for almost a week. If it wasn't for my persistence she would have stayed there forever. I straightened my new button down shirt and blazer as I headed outside to the parking lot

The sun had already set and I spotted Hayley in the distance standing near Tabby's car with the door wide open. I sneaked up behind her.

"Hey," I shouted. Hayley jumped and turned around.

"Don't do that."

"I was just playing around."

Hayley groaned. "I know what you're going to ask. I'm fine."

"No you're not," I protested. "Look me in the eye and tell me everything is alright." Hayley furrowed her eyebrows.

"I just need some time to think, alright," she finally admitted.

"About?" I urged.

"Us," she answered.

Hayley P.O.V.

Zac nearly shattered on the spot. "Kidding, I'm just kidding," I said quickly. Zac put his hand on his chest. I didn't mean to tell him the truth, it had just spilled out. I had been thinking about our relationship. I loved Zac...well I think I do...oh god. I can't be doubting him, he's my boyfriend. But my kiss with Josh...I snuck a peek at him. He and Tabby were walking silently hand by hand. I looked down. Josh and I had to talk about what happened. I thought pretending that it didn't happen would have made everything back to normal but it wasn't.

 "Don't scare me like that; you almost gave me a heart attack," said Zac out of breath

"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't...I didn't mean too."

            "You guys ready to go?" asked Tabby. She had a credit card in her hands and Josh was with her...holding her other hand. I started to feel a bit agitated. "We are taking a cab home since the car is a wreck so come on." I grabbed Zac's hand and he barely had a grip on it. I guess he was in a bit of a shock with what I had said. We began walking to the bus stop...

~The End~

Note: I added an ending to this because where I left of the was incomplete so I decided to fix it. So here you go.

 

 ...and after long while of silence, Zac began to talk again, getting more animated with each word. I smiled at him, happy that he was getting back to normal.

            However, I kept on having the feeling that I was being watched. Feeling a bit paranoid, I looked behind me and saw Josh staring at me, his brown eyes staring straight into mine. We both looked down at the same time, a blush staining on both of our cheeks.

            Zac still hadn't notice as he continued to talk about killer teddy bears or something like that. When I turned back to look at Josh, he had started to stare at me again, but when I caught him, he looked back on the ground, looking coy.

            I bit my lip to keep from giggling.

            This time, when I looked back up Josh stayed in eye contact with me, staring at me in a strange intense way that made me blush. I stared back, not knowing what to say, do, or act.

            Josh then suddenly jumped as he turned behind him, looking a bit startled. Tabby was glaring at him, giving him a hard stare. She then turned to me, scowling.

            "Stay away from my man," she mouthed.

            Better said then done.

           

Reason for deletion: In the story, I made Josh and Hayley confront each other about the kiss so this chapter was no longer needed.

Also, as I stated above, the original was incomplete. Now reading it now, I wondered why I couldn't think of this ending before. Oh well.

There's still more to come... a bunch more.

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Who Would Have Thought

10 years later

Hayley P.O.V.

I sighed in contentment as I snuggled closer to Josh's body before kissing his chin, watching as the fireworks explode in the night sky. It was the fourth of July and the night was almost ending.

I watched as the triplets, Caleb, Scarlett, and Mia, ran around the back yard carrying sparklers, twirling around the night sky. I had been a bit hesitant about letting them play with it since they are only eight years old, however, Josh had been distracting me by giving me small kisses and whispering random things in my ear.

I bit my lip when I witnessed Scarlett try to touch Caleb with the sparklers. I wiggled a bit in Josh's arms, trying to escape, but instead of letting me go, he wrapped his strong arms tighter around me, kissing below my ear.

"Just relax hon," he whispered, hugging me to his chest. "She was just teasing. Plus, shouldn't you be more worried about Charlie and Matthew? They're re much younger than the triplets."

"There sparklers keep on disintegrated because they like pouring water over it and stomping them on the ground. I'm more worried with Scarlett than anyone else. Ever since she figured out they can be dangerous, she has been trying to hurt people with it."

Josh didn't say anything as he thought about it for a second, tracing his fingers on my palm. I watched as he cleared his throat and knew what was coming up next.  "Scarlett," he yelled loudly, making her turn around. "Touch anyone with that sparkler and I will take away your Jonas Brother's CD for the day."

Scarlett's eyes widen in fear before her mouth turned into a pout, clearly annoyed. She quickly spun around and started stomping to the area where Charlie and Matthew were and put her sparkler on the ground, before stomping it furiously on the ground.

Josh chuckled in my ear. "Works every time."

I shook my head, as I rested my head on Josh's chest, feeling a bit better about the situation. "You are so mean."

"Parenting isn't ever easy."

"You just wanted an excuse to take away her Jonas Brother's CD."

"She plays it all the time," Josh admitted sheepishly. "I've got nothing against the band, but hearing it 24/7 is kind of bothersome."

This time, I let out a chuckle as I kissed his cheek. His innocent expression was so cute.

Josh and I had been happily married for ten years. Sure, we had some fights here and there. And once, I threw an apple at him in frustration and it hit his crotch which made him fall on the floor and complain for the rest of the day, but for the most part we had a very beautiful marriage.

 The triplets, Caleb, Scarlett, and Mia were born two years after my marriage with Josh. We had been trying after a couple of months after the wedding but it took a while until I was pregnant. At one time,  we were close to considering adoption, but Josh wanted to keep trying... actually, it was all he wanted to do...go figure. Anyway, after I was announced pregnant, we were pretty excited; we were finally going to start the family we have always talked about and have a kid; it was a dream come true. However, when Josh and I went to the doctor for the first sonogram, the doctor told us we were not have one child. Josh and I laughed, thinking we were having twins, but the doctor quickly corrected our thinking. Three children, triplets...who would have thought?

The whole family was excited about the triplets and prepared us for parenthood. You have no idea how many toddlers Josh and I had babysat and changed diapers. By the time, the triplets were born we were pros. 

It was a pretty difficult pregnancy and at times I wasn't even sure I would make it. In spite of this, Josh filled me with hope and love which made everything so much better. When I went into labor, it was actually pretty easy compared to when I had Charlie, three years later, or Matthew, a year after Charlie. 

After Charlie, however, I didn't want any more children. Five seemed like a perfect number to stop at and being pregnant isn't the most easiest task. I actually had to convince Josh since he was still considering more children, but after a little debate and lots of kissing and caressing, Josh finally agreed.

All the kids had Josh's brown hair except Scarlett who was a blonde and Matthew who was a red head. However, Scarlett, Caleb, and Charlie all had my bright green eyes, while Mia had Josh's big brown ones, and Matthew had a deep blue eyes that must have came from my mother's side of the family.

I looked out in the yard and watched all five kids start running around in circles, abandoning the sparklers for a while, playing tag.

"Beautiful, isn't it," he whispered, looking at them.

I nodded my head before burying it in his chest, sighing deeply.

Even after 10 years of being married to Josh, I'm still am passionately in love with him...maybe even more. His voice always makes my heart flutter, his smile automatically brings one to my lips, his touch drives every cell in my body crazy. It only takes him one simple movement or phrase and I am putty in his hands. If you add the puppy dog face in the miss then I'll be completely screwed. He is still has irresistible since the first day we got together. Josh says the same thing about me.

I felt his chin rest on top of my head, sighing deeply as he hugged me closer to his body for more warmth. 

I don't know how many times I have told him that I can't imagine my life without him in it. Every time he goes to a business trip for his job at Fuel By Ramen, we both become anxious and edgy until we can see each other once again. It drives Jenna off the wall, but it just reassures me that his feelings will never change no matter how far apart we are.

Jenna...

I am so happy that the name doesn't bother me as much as it use to.

After the two and a half week honeymoon Josh and I had after we got married, Josh went back to work; forgetting about the accident that almost ripped up apart. When he opened the door to his office, he found Jenna in his office, looking solemn. He was about to walk away when she ran up to him and apologized for all the bad things she had said and thought about me and Josh and I relationship. She admitted she was jealous and selfish and only thought of her feelings, not considering mine...or even his.

Josh was hesitant to accept but after a couple of days of thinking about it, he did. They aren't friends, but they aren't enemies either. Josh said they just have a simple relationship...co workers... and I was glad for that.

"I love you," I whispered, looking up at him

Josh looked down at me with a smile. He was use to me stating my love for him for no reason at all. He does it all the time himself.

"I love you too Hayles," he replied back before lightly pressing his lips to mine. I didn't want him to be gentle though. I ran my hands through his hair before kissing him deeper making Josh groan.

"Ewww..."I heard Caleb protest.  Josh and I quickly let each other ago, me blushing madly for being so forward while Josh chuckled, intertwining our fingers together.  I looked up and saw Caleb staring at us with a disgusted expression.

"Don't worry kiddo," Josh said with a smirk. "In a couple of years, it won't bother you that much. It might even become your favorite sport."

I hit Josh on the chest as he laughed.  But Caleb shook his head furiously, scowling. "It looks yucky. I don't think I will ever like doing that. Plus, isn't that stuff you are suppose to do in the bedroom or something."

Josh narrowed his eyes as he stared at Caleb, a look of disapproval on his face. "And where may I ask did you develop that catch phrase from? You're only eight."

"Uncle Jeremy," replied Caleb with a grin. "He's been teaching me lots of stuff."

I didn't think it was possible but Josh's eyes narrowed a bit more. "Like what?"

"Um..." started Caleb, putting his hand on his chin as he thought about it. "Stuff you teach me, but the unedited version...well at least that's what Uncle Jeremy says."

"You got to be kidding me," Josh muttered, closing his eyes.

"Nope," replied Caleb, popping the P. "Isn't it great?"

"No, it's sh-"

"I think you should go back and play," I quickly interjected, hitting Josh once more on the chest.

Caleb just shrugged as he headed back to the kids, completely forgetting about the conversation.

I turned back to Josh, my hands on my hips has I looked him up and down. He knew damn well not to utter one cuss word in front of the kids.  

"I'm going to kill Jeremy," Josh muttered, shaking his head. "Why the hell did he teach Caleb that?

"That's because I am the cool uncle that all the kids love," a voice said behind us. Josh and I jumped before turning around, where Jeremy was standing with his wife, Sarah, and his only son Daniel who was already running up to the kids. "How's it going newlyweds?" he asked, before squeezing himself between Josh and I.

"We've been married for ten years," reminded Josh, trying to push Jeremy away. "I don't think we can be called newlyweds anymore."

"I bet it feels like that in the bedroom," snickered Jeremy, hitting Josh in the chest. Josh gave him a murderous glare. "Oh come on, you can't keep all that happiness by yourself. You've got to share the wealth."

"I hate you," muttered Josh, still trying to push Jeremy away.

"I just bring out your inner manliness," Jeremy stated, resting his head on the lawn chair, accidently pushing me to the end of the seat. "You can be such a wuss sometimes."

Josh growled, shaking his head yet again.

I rolled my eyes at the two before getting up and standing next to Sarah who was watching the kids play around the yard.

 "I'm so sorry for my husband's idiotic behavior," she started, laughing a bit. "He's just in a good mood because we just came from his favorite BBQ place this afternoon."

"Well, everybody loves BBQ," I agreed, folding my arms across my chest. "It's like the best food since-" I

"DANIEL!!!!" I heard Scarlett yell, running towards him with arms opened wide.

Oh no.

"DANIEL," she yelled again, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her face against his chest. "You're back, you're back, you're back."

I watched Daniel's smile change into a grimace as he patted Scarlett on the head, trying to gently push her away. "How's it going kiddo?" he asked her.

"Great," replied Scarlett, looking up at him with eyes opened wide. "...now that you are here."

Damn.

I turned to the direction to where Jeremy and Josh were sitting, and noted that Josh was already gone. I looked back at the yard and watched as Josh stormed towards Daniel and Scarlett, looking pissed off.

Please don't explode. Please don't explode. Please don't explode...

"Hands off of my little girl," Josh exclaimed pushing Daniel and Scarlett away from each other.

"With pleasure," I heard Daniel mutter loudly, rubbing his stomach.

"What?!" Josh exclaimed, turning towards Daniel, glaring down at him. "Is my little girl not good enough for you?"

"Josh," I called, quickly running to the yard, getting in front of him and Daniel. "Please calm down babe, your overreacting."

"Overreacting," he repeated, looking down at me. "He freaking molested her."

"I think it was the other way around," Daniel muttered again.

"Are you kidding me?" exclaimed Josh, turning back to Daniel. "Are you calling my daughter a molester?"

"This is getting ridiculous," I yelled, pushing Josh away from Daniel. "He's twelve years old for crying out loud."

"Less than one year before he becomes a hormonal teenager," explained Josh, glaring at Daniel.  "He is not getting near my baby, I swear to it."

"But I love him," exclaimed Scarlett, stomping her foot. "We plan to get married the day I turn 18 and have a bunch of babies and live a dream home in Malibu. We have it all planned out."

"Oh god," groaned Josh, putting his hand on his chest. "I think I'm going to get a heart attack."

"Better believe it daddy," continued Scarlett, glaring at him. "Daniel is going to be your new son-in-law weather you like it or not."

"Son-in-law," Josh repeated in disbelief. "Are you trying to kill me sweetheart? You are only 8 years old. What do you know about marriage?"

"Well..." started Scarlett, tapping her chin. "I guess Daniel and I will figure it out when we elope on my 18^th birthday."

"18^th birthday," mused Josh, looking down at Scarlett. "We'll see about that."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Scarlett, stomping her foot again. "You're not going to ground me, are you?"

I rolled my eyes at the two as I turned to where Daniel had disappeared too. He was sitting on the lawn chair with Caleb, laughing at something he said.

Mia was still running around the yard with the sparkler, spinning around .Daniel's eyes wondered of to her and his eyes shined in amusement.

Mia was still twirling around when her sparkler dropped on the ground. Her shoulders slump in disappointment.

In no time Daniel was behind her, a new sparkler at hand.

He could be such a gentleman sometime. I honestly don't mind if he becomes an in law.

Mia smiled at him and took the sparkler from his hands, looking excited. She then grabbed Daniel's free hand and started dragging him around the yard, making him laugh.

I had a feeling that something interesting would happen to them in the future. However...if Josh or Scarlett found out...

I turned back to him and Scarlett and noted they were still bickering, this time about bed time.

They can be so oblivious sometimes.

I looked around for Caleb and found him sitting on the lawn chair with Sarah, giving her his heart breaking smile. Caleb had a small crush on Sarah and was working on a plot to try to get her to fall out of love with Jeremy, and in love with him. It was going unsuccessful so far.

"P-A-R-T-Y!!!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

Josh and Scarlett abruptly stopped arguing and turned to the direction to where it was coming from. Taylor and his pregnant wife Madison, were standing there with Taylor was holding his three year old son, Jayden, who was sucking his thumb and looking around the yard like he doesn't want to be here. Faith, his eldest daughter, who was only a one year younger than Scarlett was running towards the yard, a sparkler already in her hand.

Zac came up behind him, holding his little 5 month year old girl, Joy, making funny faces and baby sounds to her. Blake and Jackson, he and Emily's two eldest sons were right behind him, running towards Daniel and Mia, probably wanting to play with the sparklers. Emily was right behind him, taking a seat to where Madison and Sarah were now sitting.

I grabbed Josh and pulled him away from Scarlett, who were now arguing about the best band of year, and dragged him to the table that everybody was sitting at.

We almost reached the table when the gate to the yard opened, and a thin blonde headed girl appeared in the distance, waving her hands frantically.

Josh looked confused right now, but then realization came upon his feet.

"Oh crap," Josh muttered. "I forgot I invited her."

"Is she an old girlfriend," laughed Jeremy, getting up from his seat. "You go dog."

The slender, blond headed girl started walking towards us, a huge grin on her face. She seemed preppy and had a jump to her step. She looked around her early 20's.

I tilted my head to the side. "Who is she?" I asked, looking up at Josh. "I don't think I have ever seen her in Franklin before."

Josh was about to answer, but before he could, the peppy blonde girl finally reached us.

"Hi ya'll," she greeted.

Josh nodded his head, giving her a polite smile. "Glad you could make it. I wanted to introduce you to my family and some of the people of FBR before you start working on Monday. I hope you didn't mind the last minute invitation."

"Don't worry," said the girl, shaking her head. "I'm new to this town anyway. It's not like I have anything better to do."

"You sure you're not an ex-girlfriend of Josh," commented Jeremy, glancing at Josh.  "I know he has a thing for blondes."

Josh glared at him as the girl laughed.

"You must be the infamous Jeremy I have heard a lot about," stated the girl, turning around to face Jeremy. "It's nice to meet you," she said, putting her hand up for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you-"Jeremy trailed off as he looked up at the blonde woman and just froze. His mouth gaped open as he stared at her, his eyes wide.

Josh and I glanced at each other quickly, hoping to god that the look on Jeremy's face wasn't the one that we had in mind.

Josh gently pushed Jeremy away, trying to break the awkward silence with a laugh. "Come on Jeremy. I told you her name before. Her name is Lee...Jesse Lee, the new member of Fuel by Ramen, remember?"

"Uh..." Jeremy stuttered, still staring at Jesse Lee.

I turned to Jesse Lee and saw that she was staring at Jeremy too, blushing madly.

Well...

 

 

 

 

Crap.

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IMPORTANT INFO ABOUT FUTURE FANFICS (AND POSSIBLE OUTAKES):

Well...I guess you guys already figured I'm making a sequel. Since I started the wedding chapter, I had been debating whether or not to have a sequel and almost didn't make it, however, when I thought about adding a little bit more drama I thought why not. I'm actually pretty excited about the next series. I already have the banner and chapter one is almost done. That's why I didn't put the word epilogue on the title since I just opened up a new can of problems instead of just concluding the story.

 In addition to that, I also have outtakes from the story Who Would Have Thought. I save all of my work and I do me ALL. Originally, I had planned those parts to be in the story, but they didn't work out and in the end I had a couple of pages of 'could have been' and 'should have been.' I was thinking about posting them but I want to hear your opinion about it too.

Also, after all that, I want to do a Q &A. I know I am super late with that, but I really wanted to finish Who Would Have Thought before I considered posting anything else. In the Q & A I also plan to reveal a fanfic I plan to upload very soon. I'm super excited about it and think you guys are going to love it too. In the Q & A I'll reveal the banner and a couple of days after that, I will post the first chapter and if you guys like it, I'll continue it, if not then I will just focus on the sequel for Who Would Have Thought instead of working on two fanfics at the same time.

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Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

            The wedding ceremony went by in a blur. The bridesmaids and grooms men walking down the aisle, my parents smiling at me before taking their seats in the front, Hayley's mom giving me an encouraging hug, Jeremy giving me the thumbs up sign....

            The only image that managed to stick in my head through the whole thing was Hayley walking down the aisle. I don't think it will be something I can ever truly forget.

            My heart was beating so furiously at the time, I was afraid that I was going to pass out before I could even see her. However, when the music changed the wedding march, all my nervousness, all my fears, all those emotions changed to one pure powerful emotion that almost knocked me out of my feet.

Love.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Hayley's once she started walking down the aisle with her father. She looked so beautiful, so pure, so....so happy.

I knew a goofy grin was forming in my face, but I didn't care. It was our wedding day. I could look how stupid as I wanted.

Once Hayley finally reached me, it took all my will power not to just grab her from her father and just take her away. She just looked so...so awesome that it was hard to resist. When her father finally handed me Hayley's hand, a warm feeling went through me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I don't care. All that matter was just Hayley and me.

"Hey," I whispered in her ear. I could see her shiver, but I knew that it wasn't because of how cool the church was.

            Hey," she whispered back, grinning at me.

We turned to the priest as he began his speech, but my eyes only rested on Hayley's and hers on mine. I don't even recall anything the priest said. I just remembered him using the word happiness, love, and family a lot. I didn't really pay attention to anything the priest said until he started the vows.

"Joshua Neil Farro," began the priest, making me temporarily lose focus with Hayley. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in the Holy Estate of Matrimony; to love, honor, comfort her and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I told the priest, looking straight into Hayley's eyes, who was now blushing madly.

"And Hayley Nichole Williams," began the priest, turning towards her. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in the Holy Estate of Matrimony; to love, honor, comfort him and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Hayley stated, looking straight into my eyes, this time making me blush.

"May I have the rings please," commanded the priest, looking towards the ring bearer, Daniel. He got out of his seat, and slowly walked to Hayley and I, grinning his million dollar smile. He stopped in front of the priest and offered him the soft, white, frilly, pillow that held both of our wedding rings.

The priest motioned for me to get the ring and put it on Hayley's finger. With shaking hands I reached for it and slowly put it on herring finger with Hayley grinning from ear to ear. Her engagement ring that I had given her months ago was in the form of a necklace around her neck, along with the crystal key necklace she never takes off. It was a beautiful combination. I also turned my wedding band into a necklace and it was shining brightly alongside my sui

  "Now repeat after me," the priest started, when the wedding ring was finally secured on Hayley's finger.  ""With this ring..."

"With this ring..."

"I thee wed..."

"I thee wed..."

"In love and truth..."

"In love and truth..."

"And with all my worldly goods I thee endow."

"And with all my world goods I thee endow."

The priest nodded his head in approval before turning to Hayley, motioning for her to do the same thing. Her hands were shakier than mine as she slipped the ring on my finger and I resisted the urge to chuckle.

"Now repeat after me," started the priest again. "With this ring..."

"With this ring..."

"I thee wed..."

"I thee wed..."

"In love and truth..."

"In love and truth..."

"And with all my worldly goods I thee endow."

"And with all my world goods I thee endow," I finished, grinning foolishly. Hayley couldn't help but do the same.

The priest turned away from us and faced to the audience who all also had bright smiles on their faces. "Because Joshua Neil Farro and Hayley Nichole Williams  have this day consented together in Holy Wedlock and have given and pledged their troth each to the other in the presence of this company, by virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Tennessee, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The whole room clapped and I couldn't hold in my happiness any longer.

I caught Hayley by surprised as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me, kissing her with as much passion as I could muster. Hayley kissed back with the same feeling wrapping her arms around me.

I could hear a bunch of wolf whistles and applauses from the audience, but I drowned them out as I continued to kiss Hayley.

"Ewww," I heard Daniel squeal. "I think they touched tongues."

I tried not to smirk as Hayley and I stopped kissing. However, I couldn't resist to give her one last quick kiss on the cheek before turning to the audience who were still applauding.

Hand and hand we walked down the aisle to the front of the church where our white limo awaited. People started throwing rice, flower pedals, and all that other stuff people throw in weddings at us and Hayley and I tried to dodge as many as we could.

By the time, Hayles and I got inside the limo, we both had rice and flower petals stuck in our heads and clothes.

People continued to throw stuff at the limo started to leave the parking lot, heading to Franklin Park where the gang and us would meet to take photos.

I turned to Hayley who was taking out a daisy from her hair. I wanted to help her and was about too, but when I saw her beautiful face I froze. I could feel my heart beating quickly again, the palms of my hands sweaty, and all of a sudden I felt shy and nervous. What the heck? I never really panicked this much when I am around Hayley. Is this what getting married is suppose to feel like?

Hayley finally managed to get the daisy out of her hair and smiled at triumph. She turned to me and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, looking coy. I guess she wasn't the only one feeling weird.

"Um..." I began, not knowing what to say.

"Uh..." stammered Hayley, putting the daisy down, and looking down, avoiding eye contact.

Well...this was awkward.

The limo abruptly stopped and Hayley and I lost our balance. Hayley fell on the floor with me landing on top of her; we stared at each other's eyes, all traces of shyness gone.

"Doesn't this remind you of something," I whispered at her, taking another daisy out of hair, studying it a bit.

"Of course," answered Hayley, taking the daisy and thurling  it with her hand. "It was the day we had that huge paint war in the parking lot after school."

I made a face at her and Hayley smiled. She lightly hit my chest, laughing. "I'm not an idiot. I think I can remember the first kiss I had with the love of my life."

"And the start of a beautiful relationship," I finished.

Hayley smiled at me, running her fingers through my hair. "You have tons of rice in your hair."

 "I think this will be more effective," I told her, shaking my hair widely.

"Josh," she exclaimed, covering her face, "Now you got it all on me."

"Well then," I smirked, leaning my forehead with hers. "I guess the only way that we can get it all off is if we take of all our clothes and shake them out." I grinned at her. "You first."

 "Gosh," Hayley exasperated, slapping my chest with a grin. "We have been married for less than five minutes, and your already acting like a pervert that you know you are.

"I was just trying to help you out hon," I told her, trying to hold in my happiness when she said the word married. 

"You are just trying to get into my pants."

"You mean dress," I corrected.

"Ah-ha," she exclaimed, pointing her finger at me. "You admit it."

I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head.

"Hey," protested Hayley as more rice fell out of my hair.

"Sorry," I apologized, grinning a bit. "It was an accident, I promise."

Hayley made a face, showing that she didn't believe me.

"Oh come on," I jeered, moving a stray hair from her head. "I wouldn't want to annoy you on purpose. I mean, it would be idiotic for the groom to make the bride upset after only being married a little over five minutes."

"I'm sure that if you try hard enough, you can accomplish anything?" Hayley commented.

This time I made a face."How encouraging."

Hayley just smiled at me before kissing my nose unexpectedly.

"I love you," she whispered. "And...and I'm glad that I get the opportunity to spend the rest of the rest of my life with you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at her. "Opportunity,' I repeated. "What the hell is this, a business proposal?"

Hayley scoffed, rolling her eyes. "God, why can't you just let me do the mushy gushy stuff without saying some dumbass remark afterwards?"

            "That's because you are just too cute," I told her.

"Excuses, excuses," muttered Hayley, smiling a bit.

 "I love you Mrs. Hayley Nichole Farro," I whispered on her lips.

I could feel Hayley smile at the kiss before kissing me back, her hands wrapping around my neck. "And I love you too, Mr. Joshua Neil Farro...or how I prefer to call you, Joshua Neil Williams."

"You know," I muttered, my lips moving to her neck. "I think I might actually change it to Williams, it kind of has a ring to it."

"Mhmm," Hayley said, bring my lips back to hers. "We can discuss this later. All I want to do now is kiss."

"I think I can handle that," I murmured, before our lips crashed together; all thoughts previous thoughts disappearing.

Jeremy P.O.V.

Josh and Hayley's limo was the last one to arrive at Franklin Park. For some reason, the limo driver decided to take the long way there. I wasn't sure at first, but when I say the state of Hayley and Josh after they exited the limo I wasn't surprise.

"What the hell happened?" asked Sarah, shaking her head as she snatched Hayley from Josh, and marching her to the picnic area to fix her hair. "The honeymoon is supposed to be after the reception, not after the freaking ceremony."

"We were just kissing," I heard Hayley mutter, looking down and turning bright red.

"Of course you were," Sarah said sarcastically. "Now hold still has I fix your hair."

I snickered at the sight before turning to Josh, who was looking at Hayley with longing. Gosh, this guy was obsessed...but then again, I'm no different with Sarah.

"Come on," I motioned to him, making him walk to the opposite direction. "I have to probably fix your hair too."

Josh nodded his head and I could see some rice fall out of it.

I chuckled at the sight and I could see Josh smile too.

"This is going to be one interesting day," he told me.

"The best day of your life," I corrected.

"Most definitely," Josh said and we high fived.

Hayley P.O.V.

After taking an hour and a half of pictures in Franklin Park, Josh and I headed back to the limo to go the reception. Sarah and Jeremy came along so we wouldn't ruin our hair and clothes again, but Josh still snuck in little kisses here and there. Daniel was inside the limo too and every time he saw Josh kiss me he would make a fake throw up sign and snuggle up to Sarah covering up his eyes. It was pretty amusing.

We made it to the reception area in no time. However, we had to wait about 15 minutes before we could enter because we wanted all the people who participated in the wedding to go out before us.

The last thing I remember was the DJ announcing us as Mr. and Mrs. Farro and the thunderous applause that happened when entered the reception are but after event  everything became a blur. Josh and I sat down in the table in the front of the room where we heard speeches from, Zac, our parents, close friends, and other special guests. Afterwards, we had a delicious dinner as people came up to us to congratulate us before had our first dance, which was Frank Sinatra-The Way You Look Tonight.

Josh and I barely let each out of each other's sight the whole night. We were either holding hands, leaning on each other, or dancing (which we did a lot of)

Finally, at 3O'clock in the morning, the reception area was officially over and only the bridesmaids, groomsmen, our parents, Sarah, Zac, Emily, Taylor,  Jeremy, and sleeping little Daniel were left.

They hugged and kissed us before we headed outside to go to a shiny, new black van that would take us to a Franklin hotel. Our honeymoon was actually in the Caribbean, but we wanted to spend our first night as a couple in Franklin; our flight wasn't until tomorrow evening.

For most of the trip to the hotel, Josh and I tried to fight sleep. We were both so tired since we had both woke up at 5 A.M .yesterday morning for preparing for our wedding, that now all we wanted to do was just wanted to sleep for eternity. Our bags were already at the hotel so we didn't really have to worry about our luggage.  The ride to the hotel was only 15 minutes long, and in no time we had reached the hotel.

"Damn," Josh muttered, rubbing his eyes. "We're here."

I muttered something unintelligible as I turned my back to Josh, trying to fall asleep again. I was expecting Josh to protest and bother me until I woke up, but that didn't happen. I just heard Josh open and close the car door.  I was a bit surprised that he left without me, but I couldn't find myself to care. I was just too exhausted.

I tried to make myself more comfortable in my seat since Josh was no longer my pillow, but it was kind of hard since I still had on my wedding dress. As I was wiggling around my seat, trying to make myself more comfortable, my car door open and I felt muscular, familiar, arms wrap around my waist, pulling me out of the car.

My eyes immediately opened in shock as I heard the car door slam.  I looked up to see tired Josh, carrying me inside the hotel.

"What the hell?" I yelled, beating on his chest, feeling upset that he was ruining my chances of sleeping. "You scared the living crap out of me."

"I'm just following tradition," muttered Josh, deflecting my hits.

"What tra-?"

The automatic doors to the hotel opened and the cool air conditioning in the facility welcomed us. I continued to hit Josh chest, hoping that I would beat him to unconsciousness again. What was his problem? He knew how cranky I got when I get interrupted from my sleep...he's the freaking same way.

Josh rolled his eyes at me, but didn't let me go as he walked to the front desk. A tired, old woman looked at us curiously. She raised an eyebrow at Josh, but Josh just gave her the cuckoo sign.

Son of a b-

"Reservations for Josh and Hayley Farro," Josh stated.

I automatically stopped hitting Josh Farro, a smile forming on my face without my permission as the old lady handed him the keys. Josh gave me a quick grin before taking the keys from the old lady, who was still eying us suspiciously.

"You guys have the top floor, honeymoon suite. It's the last room at the end of the hallway. I hope you enjoy your stay at the hotel," informed the lady.

"Thank you," Josh said, before putting the keys in his pockets. He turned around and made his way to the elevator, me still in his hands. I decided not to protest, what was the point? When Josh was only a couple feet away from the elevators, he made a sharp right turn and entered the stairwell.

I think I had enough of Josh's idiocy.

"Let me go," I warned him.

"Why?" he asked, ignoring the request as he started up the stairs. He gave me a condescending face. "Are you feeling tired?"

I glared at him as we passed the sign that said second floor. "This hotel has like a billion floors; you won't make it."

"It's a small hotel," reminded Josh, as he continued to go up the stairs. "And I do recall from the brochure we had read, this hotel only has six floors."  Josh gave me a small smile. "Plus I don't mind so...will you stop complaining? You are supposed to be enjoying this, you know."

"Why would I be-?"

"Oh my god," Josh groaned as we pasted the third floor sign, shaking his head. "Are you seriously this slow when you wake up?"

"You are so insulting," I told him, turning my face away from him. "I didn't ask to be carried around this hotel building."

"You didn't have too," Josh said passing the fourth floor sign. "I mean, goodness Hayley, if I knew you were this stupid, I probably wouldn't have married you."

"Oh that's it," I exclaimed still feeling grumpy from my lack of sleep. Josh kept on laughing as I tried to hit him, passing the fifth floor sign. "If I knew you were going to be such a jerk, I might have not married you either."

"Oh come on Hayles," chuckled Josh, opening the door to the sixth floor. "You can't resist the Farro charm."

"I hate you," I muttered as Josh started walking to our hotel room which was at the other end of the hall.

"You didn't say that in the limo," smirked Josh, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Pervert," I said, glaring at him. "You are the biggest perv I have ever meet."

"I know you enjoy it...it's what turns you on," he gave me a grin.

I tried to say something back, but I couldn't seem to find my voice. He had caught me way off guard.

What a cocky bastard.

I'm going to murder him tonight, I swear to it.

I struggled in Josh's grasp, trying to make him lose his grip on me, but Josh wouldn't have it as he tighten his grip on me, looking annoyed.

When we finally reached our suite, Josh still held on to me as he grabbed his keys to the room. He barely looked at me as he opened the door and went inside, shutting the door with his foot. He turned on the light, and barely glanced at the large, spacious, heavily decorated love themed room as he gently walked into the king sized, heart shaped bed in the center of the room. He gently put me down before heading to the bathroom slamming the door shut.

What was his problem?

I wasn't the one that made him carry me around this hotel room anyway.  

I turned my face away from the bathroom door as I examined the room. It was actually kind of pretty. The carpet matched the bed sheets which was a combination of the colors white, red, and pink. The bed had a huge assortment of different kinds of pillows and one huge red comforter below them.  There was a huge white, lace canopy on the top of bed which Josh and I could pull to cover the entire bed.

I examined the room and noted the huge, black shiny mini fridge, the massive wooden dressers and a huge glass window at the left side of the room.

I jumped off the massive bed and headed to that area. I could see a huge Jacuzzi already filled to the brim with water at the balcony of the hotel room.

I silently opened the glass door, hoping I didn't disturb Josh with whatever he was doing in the bathroom and headed out, still looking around.

The porch was quite huge, not only holding the Jacuzzi, but also a couple of comfortable lawn chairs, and a glass table that held some hotel robes and towels. On the center of the table was my favorite assortment of flowers with a little note attached.

Curious, I grabbed the note and opened it. A smile forming on my face when I noticed the familiar handwriting.

Dear Mrs. Hayley Farro(Hopefully),

By the time you read this note, we should already be legally married and will be spending the night at this luxurious hotel. If you are not Hayley, than you are in the wrong room and if you lose this note I will come and find you and beat the crap out of you.

I'm serious.

Anyway, back to my new and only wife.

I just wanted to leave this note just because I want to be really romantic.

I'm really nervous about this wedding. Not like 'I don't want to do this' but 'I just want to get this over so I can finally be relaxed and happy and be with my lovely wife.' I love you Hayles. I honestly do. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm sure you are well aware of this fact but I just wanted to remind you. You mean the world to me. I honestly can't wait to start my life with you. I'm sure are going to go through some super duper highs and some really down lows but we will make it through...we always do.

I miss you so much right now, but will see each other at the wedding...our wedding, where we will or have already said our vows of loyalty to each other which I promise I will always keep. Even if you beat me to unconsciousness again; I'll keep my promise with no hesitation. You are well worth it.

Well...that's all the mushy gushyness I wanted to get out of my system. I missed you like crazy and it's only an hour since you have left with the girls and I won't be able to see you until the wedding. Pathetic huh? I know. If Jeremy finds this he will definitely rip this thing up so I try to hide it somewhere where I know your beautiful bright green eyes will find it. You are my entire life now.

With Love,

Josh Farro

Your Future Husband(Hopefully)

Guilt crept into me as I re-read Josh's words, feeling awful for how I reacted earlier. Josh was just being considerate, that's how he always is. Plus, isn't that what...?

Damn.

I am such an idiot.

No wonder Josh ran off the way he did.

"Hayley," I heard Josh call, breaking me away from my thoughts. "Hayles..."

"I'm...I'm coming," I yelled, picking up my dress and putting the card back where it belonged before running back inside. I froze when I saw Josh turn to me, my face turning bright red. He was wearing plaid boxers...and nothing else.

"Hayles?" said Josh, waving his hands in my face. "You look like you have seen a ghost. Are you okay sweetie?"

"Uh...um...uh..." I looked down, blushing even more. Don't tell me the shyness from the limo was coming back before? This was getting ridiculous. I have seen him in a lot less than what he was wearing now.

"I...um..." I looked back up at Josh and automatically regretted that I did.  He was looking at me with such longing and concern that it was heartbreaking. How could I have been so rude to him before?

"Ha-"

I pushed past Josh has I ran to the bathroom, locking it shut before Josh could even blink. "Give me five minutes," I yelled though the door.

I had to make it up to him somehow.

Josh P.O.V.

I was already half asleep when Hayley finally came out of the bathroom. She had taken more than five minutes in there, though I was not surprised since she had on her huge wedding dress, her hair was still in the elegant way it was at the wedding, some make up, and all that other stuff that must have taken a lot of time to take off. It was almost four o'clock in the morning when finally she exited the bathroom.

Groaning, I sat up from the bed, about to tell her to turn off the lights when all my sleep disappeared and my words got stuck in my throat...

Hayley had exited the bathroom, yawning, her hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She had on a slimy, silk, black waist length night dress and on her feet were hot pink bunny rabbit slippers Sarah and Emily had gotten her at the wedding shower.

Hayley stopped walking when she was only inches from the bed, looking at me shyly.

"So...what do you think?"

"Of...of what?" I stammered, though I clearly knew what she was talking about.

"This night gown silly," she giggled, taking off her shoes before climbing onto the bed, wrapping her cold hands on my all too warm bare chest. "It's pretty simple and cute and I like it."

"It's um..." I stuttered, trying to think of child appropriate words to describe the night dress.

Hayley giggled again before kissing me on my neck, making my body react in a way it shouldn't as tired as I felt.

"I love you," she whispered, this time kissing me on my chin, making the temperature rise up just a little bit. "And..." Hayley slowly let go of me, looking down at the bed sheets while playing with her hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm-"

 "Such a tease," I interjected, pulling her face up by her chin.

Hayley smiled as she looked up at me, slowly shaking her head. "I'm sorry I'm such an idiot. I mean, how dumb can I be. You were carrying me to the hotel...just like when a groom does when he and his bride just..."

I laughed as he took his fingers away from my chin and wrapped my arms around her, looking amused. "It took you that long, huh?"

"I'm so-"

"Shh," I commanded, pulling her away so I could look at her better. "You were cranky, grumpy and stubborn; it's a lethal combination. It can mess with your brain sometimes."

"But it was so obvious-"

"Not to you," Josh told me with a smile. "It's okay Hayles. At least you get it now. I'm over it."

"But I ruined our first night as a married couple. I mean, I was planning on beating you into unconsciousness and I was going to-"

I rolled his eyes as I pulled Hayley back into my arms. "Would you just shut up Hayles and just enjoy the night. So what...you had a brain fart. Big whoop. Just say I'm the sweetest man in the whole universe and maybe I might forgive you."

"Might," I repeated, giggling a bit.

"Just say it," I urged.

"Fine," she exasperated. "You are the sweetest man in the whole universe."

"Now say I'm also the sexiest man in the universe."

"That was not in the agreement," she protested, pretending to pout

"Do you want me to forgive you or not," I jeered, giving her a look.

"Fine," she told me rolling her eyes. "You are the sexiest man in the whole universe."

"Maybe if you said it with more feeling..."

She gave me a look but I just smiled at her, running my fingers through her hair. "All right, all right...how about we settle this with a kiss?"

"Do we have too," Hayley pretended to whine as she wrapped her arms around my neck, grinning widely.

"It will only take a second," I told me, her lips only inches away from mine. "After this, we can relax and finally go to bed."

"Fine," she told me. "Just one tiny kiss."

I grinned at her before pressing his lips on mine...and then everything changed.

Hayley P.O.V.

I was expecting this to be one quick kiss, not the passionate, breath taking, knock you out of your feet kind of kiss I was experiencing. I don't think Josh was expecting it either since he had stiffed for a second...only for a second.

Josh gently pushed me down on the bed, getting on top of me, his lips still attached to mine. I moaned to the kiss as Josh's hands began roaming my body, making me squirm.

I have no idea how long we were making out nor did I care. I was so upset when Josh abruptly moved away, his breath heavy, looking at me which such a cute expression that I couldn't help but let out a little giggle.

Josh kissed me once on the lips. "You know," he started. "The agreement we made months ago is now gone since we got married hours ago."

I nodded my head, before grabbing Josh's hair and pressing his lips back to mine. We really didn't need to talk about it. We had already decided.

Josh's hands began unlacing my night gown and I pressed my body to his, making him groan, his lips moving from my lips to my neck.

Somewhere in the middle of this, Josh managed to reach towards the lamp that was lighting up the room and turned it off.

After that, we continued where we left off. Spending our first night intertwine in each other's arms, showing just how much we loved each other, trust each other, and our commitment to our marriage.

It was our first night of many nights of being Mr. and Mrs. Farro.

The first night of our forever.

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Up next is the epliouge. I still can't believe that this fanfic is almost over. I had so much fun with it. However, I can't wait to reveal to you guys new plans and ideas for new stories. I'm pretty stoked about that.

Thank you guys for reading my story. Your comments really meant a lot to me.

P.S. I had uploaded this late yesterday night, but took it down because of some problems so I apologize to the few people who had read it earlier and were confused on what happened.

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

2 and a half weeks later

 "You're shaking too much," complained Jeremy as he tried to re-do my bow tie. "Do you really want me to mess this up?"

"I can't help it," I told him, shaking even more. "I'm nervous."

"What now?" sighed Jeremy as he finally tied the knot before leaning away, examining his work. "You afraid you're going to jump on Hayley and make out with her in the church because you think she's too damn beautiful in her wedding dress?"

"Shut up," I muttered, my face going red. "I haven't even seen the dress yet...plus I have self control."

"Sure you do," commented Jeremy, rolling his eyes, smirking a bit.

"Will you just shut up?"I hissed, looking around the crowded dressing room and checking to see if any of the groomsmen were listening. There were eleven guys, in total, inside this room.  They included the pastor, cousins of Hayley and mine, my brothers, my dad, and little Daniel who was in Zac and Taylor's arms playing airplane.

"You better be careful," Jeremy warned Taylor and Zac, who were zooming past us. "Sarah is going to be pissed if Daniel's hair isn't the same as it was an hour ago."

They didn't seem to hear him as they started spinning Daniel around the room, Daniel's hair obviously getting messed up. I rolled my eyes. We'll deal with them later. 

Jeremy just rolled his eyes again as he turned back to me. He let out a chuckle when he realized I was still shaking from my nerves. "Dude, I told you to calm down. You're getting married for Christ sakes not going to your death sentence."

"You were worst," I muttered, crossing my arms to try to stop myself from shaking...it wasn't working. "You almost peed in your pants."

"Almost," emphasized Jeremy. "Luckily, I was near the bathroom or I would have been in serious trouble."

Jeremy then clasped my shoulder, grinning.  "Everything is going to be perfect, just relax. If it helps, maybe you should picture everybody at the church naked...or just a certain someone who you are going to be marrying in fifteen minutes." He grinned wider.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "You are more perverted than usual."

"I can't help it," laughed Jeremy. "I mean, how can I not? My best friend was on Fox News, MSNBC and CNN...for making out with his girl in a public hospital." Jeremy laughed harder.

I gave Jeremy a murderous glare.

Of course he will be talking about that; I shouldn't have been so clueless. He had been bugging me about that crap since he busted into my hospital room just two weeks before. I still really can't believe he found out...or that Hayley had known but had apparently 'forgotten' to tell me about it, even after the annoying nurse had told her that a couple minutes before our mini-make out session.

Jeremy had evidently found out when he was watching the morning news while getting ready work. After figuring out it was Hayley and I (since the news people didn't know who we were; they still don't) and laughing about it for a freaking hour and a half, he decided to call my family and tell them the big news before going to the hospital to get more information so he could humiliate me more.

Zac and my mom came along with him, not believing Jeremy's story...well until Zac opened my hospital door and saw Hayley and I about to rip each other clothes off. Zac covered his eyes, Jeremy laughed like hyena, and my mother went into shock.

The memory still haunted me in my sleep.

And to make it worst, the video actually became a featured video on youtube...and still is. Currently, it has ten million hits on youtube and that doesn't even count the other videos of us making out taking recorded by other people in the hospital.

I still can't remember what happened that night in the hospital. Some things stick out, like annoying nurse and Hayley holding me in her arms, but that was basically it. Everything else was just a blur.

Thank god, nobody else knows that it was Hayley and I in that video or I will be totally screwed. People, however, who know about the video are always make jokes about it that always make me squirm in my seat. It is pretty embarrassing. The only people who actually know the truth are Jeremy, Zac, Sarah, Emily, Bekah, a girl name Hannah who goes to class with Hayles, Hayle's and my mom, my dad, and  little Daniel(Because Jeremy won't stop bragging about it to him). Most of the relatives who are here, don't' know that it was me and Hayles on the tape; I don't plan to tell them either, I'm already embarrassed enough.

Nonetheless, I'm still glad about the interruption. I mean, Hayley and I had broken almost every single rule in the agreement that we had made only a couple months ago. No excessive touching, hugging, kissing, keeping our hands in our pockets, and all that other affectionate stuff.

I knew how much the agreement meant to Hayley...well how much it use to be mean to her....and I didn't want to break it. However, Hayley was making it very, very hard for us to keep the promise. After I was released from the hospital and we were just chilling in our apartment bedroom, Hayles told me that the agreement should be void since she cancelled the engagement plus she didn't even like the agreement anyway.

I really wanted to go with it since the agreement was such a pain in the ass, but I vouched to keep it. Hayley mouth actually dropped open when I told her this and I wasn't really surprised. I mean, I was against the agreement since the beginning and I really didn't even follow them half the time. Hayley was about to protest but I interrupting her telling her the date I wanted to get married...April 16, which was two and a half weeks away...the original date of the wedding. Hayley literally attacked me when I told her the news and almost bruised my ribs again. I don't think I would have cared then. We were finally getting married again and that was all that matter.

"Why are you smiling?" inquired Jeremy, breaking into my thoughts. "Memories finally returning?" He gave me a mischievous grin, raising his eyebrows.

I gave Jeremy a cold glare. "I was freaking drugged," I hissed.   "I didn't even know what I was doing."

"Hayley did," giggled Jeremy. "And she seemed to have enjoyed it...very, very much...he, he."

I gave Jeremy another glare. "Is it too late for me to kick you out of this wedding?"

"Why would you do that?" he inquired. "I'm just stating the facts."

"You're pissing me off."

"Come on, don't you want to relive the memory?"

"I think I will prefer seeing the face you will make when I shove my foot right up your-"

"Guys," interjected my Zac, placing Daniel down on the floor. Once his feet reached the floor, Daniel started giggling before hitting Zac on the leg and then going around the room screaming the word 'it' and hitting other people's legs. When he reached Taylor and tried to hit him, Taylor grabbed him and started spinning him around, Daniel's blonde hair now in disarray. I withheld a sign.

 "Don't tell me you are discussing that again," whispered Zac to Jeremy, giving him a look.

"Not really," lied Jeremy.

"Yes he was," I corrected, walking up to my little brother. "He never stops talking about."

"Well you did make CNN-" Zac shut up when he saw the look on my face...he even turned a bit pale. I knew my facial expression was a pretty unsettling but I didn't care. If they were really my friends, they would just keep their mouth shuts and keep me happy.

"You would think the man would be happy that he is a youtube superstar," Jeremy muttered.

I'm going to kill Jeremy one day, I swear.

I turned to Zac, thinking about helping me try to think of ways to torture Jeremy when I  noticed him taking out his cell phone and start to smile as he read something on it; looking like he was trying not to laugh. He quickly replied something back before sliding his phone down.

"I guess Josh isn't the only one freaking out," Zac announced; shaking his head. "I just got a text saying Hayley is nervous too."

 "Hayley texted you?" I asked him, my eyes growing wide. I hadn't seen, spoken, or even heard the mention of Hayley for almost 24 hours and it was driving me nuts. I didn't believe that if I saw Hayley 24 hours before the wedding they will have bad luck, but everyone else did. So since 3:30 P.M. yesterday, I had been separated from Hayley. It was hell.

"Oopsie," Zac sputtered, bringing me back to reality.

"Is she okay?" I questioned. "How does she look? Does she miss me? What is she wearing? Does she look pretty? Are the bridesmaids taking care of her? Is she-"

"Will you calm down," laughed Zac, interrupting my questioning. "I wasn't even her; it was Emily that had texted me about it."

"Emily," I repeated, a smirk coming to my lips. "You and Emily sure have texting a lot for the past couple of weeks." I raised an eyebrow.

Zac's eyes widen as he started turning bright red.

I knew it.

"So...so," stammered Zac, looking on the ground. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Of course it doesn't," I said sarcastically. "It doesn't mean a thing.

"Weren't you feeling like throwing up just minutes ago," reminded Zac, glaring at me a bit.

I glared back as I felt my nervousness came back. Damn it. "Thanks a lot," I muttered.

  "Ten minutes," my dad announced to everybody, pointing to his watch and then at me. "Ten minutes until you and Zac are supposed to enter the church."

"Oh god," I groaned, clutching my stomach with my hands, starting to feel nauseous. "I think I'm going to get sick."

"You're going to be fine," soothed Jeremy, gently patting my back. "I don't understand why you are so nervous. Hasn't this been your dream since like the day you and Hayley became an item?"

"It is," I agreed. "And that's why I am so jumpy. I mean, my dream is coming true. Something I have been fantasying forever and now it is within reach and...."

I covered my hand in my mouth, the urge to throw up getting stronger. Zac gave me a sympathetic look. "Wow, you look so green. I don't think Hayley is going to want to kiss you looking like that."

"I feel like crap," I admitted to him as Jeremy motioned for me to sit down in a nearby chair. I could see a couple of the groomsmen giving me looks but I ignored them. I was embarrassed enough.

"You are it Uncle Joshie," yelled Daniel, running towards me and was about to hit my leg but paused as he saw my face. He tilted his head in confusion. "Why do you looks like da Grinch uncle Joshie? Are we havin'  'nother costume party?"

Jeremy snickered loudly before picking up Daniel, shaking his head. "Uncle Joshie is just a little nervous," he explained. "You know he's about to get married, right?"

"I know," Daniel stated proudly. "I'm da dude carryin' the ring. He is marryin' Hay-wee right."

"Yep," answered Jeremy, before motioning for Zac to get him a brush to do Daniel's hair.

"When the priest man says he gots to kiss da bride is he gonna do the same thang he did on youtube cuz it was disgustin'?"

Jeremy couldn't answer since he started laughing like a hyena. Even Zac was laughing a bit has he handed Jeremy the brush.

"And that's why Daniel is my favorite two year old kid," Zac giggled.

"I hate you all," I muttered, placing my head between my knees. "You're supposed to trying to make me feel better, not embarrass the crap out of me."

"Oh no," exclaimed Daniel, trying to wiggle out of Jeremy's arms. "Did I off...off..."

"Offend," muttered Jeremy.

"Offondo you," Daniel finished.

"No...it's okay buddy, I wasn't talking about-"

But Daniel didn't listen to me as he finally wiggled from Jeremy's arm and ran up to me, giving me a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. "I hopes that you and Hay-Hay lives happy ever after and makes lots and lots babies that you have to get two house instead of one. Does that makes you feel better Uncle Joshie?"

Zac and Jeremy broke down laughing again as I turned bright red, yet again.

"You are too much," I chuckled at Daniel, who was looking at me with sincere eyes. "But yes, that does make me feel better. Thank you."

"You mean the idea," Jeremy pretended to cough.

I ignored the comment as I gave Daniel a big hug and kiss on his cheek to reassure him that I wasn't mad. Daniel smiled at me before hitting me on the head, grinning mischievously. He then wiggled out of my arms and started running around the room, with Jeremy on his tail.

"Guess what guys," Daniel yelled, waving his arms in the air. "Uncle Joshie says he and Hay-Wee are gonna make lots and lots of babies that they are gonna need two house instead of one. Ain't that amazin'?"

"Oh god," I groaned again, hiding my head in my knees, as I heard snickering and laughing from the groomsman.

"Joshie and Hay -Wee are gonna make babies," yelled Daniel, a little bit louder, still running around. "Joshie and Hay....ahhh."

I looked up from my knees and spotted Jeremy lifting Daniel, his hands covering Daniel's who was still yelling out random stuff. I couldn't help but smile. Even though Daniel was highly gifted, he was still just a little kid. I forget that sometimes.

"So," I heard Zac ask, taking the seat next to me.  "You and Hayles are planning on making lots of babies, huh?"

I rolled my eyes at Zac before leaning back on back on my chair, forcing myself to relax until it was time to go to the altar. But what...what if Hayley didn't make it to the altar? What if she doesn't love me anymore?  What if she falls in love with one of the groomsman? What if she gets hit by another car...."?

"Will you just calm down," commanded Zac, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You're shaking even worst then before and you look so spooked it's kind of creepy. You are going to get married not buried."

"I wish we could have eloped," I told Zac, putting my hands in my temple and rubbing them gently. "Then I wouldn't have to go through all this crap...it's just so nerve racking. This isn't even necessary. We could have just gone to city hall and done it right then and there and save tons of money."

"Yeah, but it would have made you guys a whole lot happier if you could share the experience with your friends and family," countered Zac. "Come on, the ceremony is only thirty minutes."

"A lot can happen in thirty minutes," I muttered.

"Like what?" laughed Zac. "A bridesmaid trips down the aisle, the priest skips a line in the vows, Hayley say's no..." Zac trailed off when he saw the expression on my face. "Uh...I know that she won't say no. I mean, she loves you dude."

            I gritted my teeth. "And you guys call yourself friends? All of you guys suck at trying to comfort me. I wasn't even thinking about Hayley refusing...well until now."

            "I'm sorry dude," Zac repeated, looking guilty. "Gosh, maybe if we had a girl in here things would get better."

            "Five more minutes," my father announced to the whole room. "Five more minutes until this shin-ding starts."

            "Shin-dig," Zac whispered, snorting a bit at his childish behavior. I don't think he will ever change.

            I closed my eyes and counted my breathing, trying to make myself not freak out, but no matter how hard I tried, my fears wouldn't go away...and I was starting to feel nauseous again.

            "Josh," called Zac in a soft voice.

            I opened my eyes and found Zac staring at me, biting his lip in a nervous way.  "Do you...do you think it would help if I gave you my blessing?"

            "Your...your blessing," I repeated, tilting my head to the side, feeling confused.

            "I know that our parents have already done that," started Zac quickly, looking more nervous. "But I feel like I should do it too...just so you know that...that I'm okay with all of this. I know I have been a pain in the butt for almost four years -"

            "It's okay Zac," I interjected. "The past is the past-"

"I just want to do this," Zac told me. "I feel like if I do everything will finally...okay."

"Really?" I inquired, still processing the idea.

"Yeah," Zac told me. "It kind of like a closing...you know, the finale."

"The finale of what?" I questioned.

"The finale of everything," he answered, playing with his thumbs. "No more fighting over girls, no more distance between us, me finally giving up Hayley...you know, the ending of all the crap we put each other through."

"Wait," I said, holding my hand up. "You still had feelings for Hayley?"

Zac shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're being an idiot. Do you want to do it or not? Hayley and I did it yesterday and after we were done everything felt...I don't know...different. Like the past is finally behind us. It will really be good for your conscience."

            "Um..." I thought it out for a second. I guess it couldn't hurt. I was over the incident of three years ago, but if this was going to make Zac's guilt go away then I was all for it. "Fine," I told him. Go ahead. I'm all ears."

Zac nodded his head before taking a deep breath and putting his hand on my shoulder, staring at me intently. "I...Zackary Wayne Farro, give Joshua Neil Farro my blessing....uh...amen."

We managed to stay quiet for three seconds before breaking down in laughter.

"Amen," I said in between laughter. "What the heck were you doing, a prayer?"

"Seem more like a swear to court," giggled Zac. "Man, it was better when I did this with Hayley."

"What did you say?" I asked him, smiling a bit. "I give you my blessing...uh... I love Jesus."

Zac automatically stopped laughing, giving me a sheepish grin.

"Oh god," I snickered. "That is just so...so...so you."

Zac just shrugged, turning a bit red.

"One minute," my dad announced loudly, interrupting my laughter with Zac and bringing back the nervousness I had tried to suppress. "One minute before-"

"I think we get it dad," I snapped, starting to feel anxious. "One more minute until I go out this door, five more minutes until Hayley walks to me, thirty minutes until Hayley and I are finally husband and wife, and ten hours until the damn honeymoon starts.  I FREAKING GET IT? ONE MORE GOD DAMN MINUTE."

"Honeymoon?" Taylor said, looking a bit surprised as stuffed more cheese puffs in his mouth "Didn't you already have that two weeks ago at the hospital?" Everyone in the whole room laughed as I glared at Taylor. He stared back, looking serious. God help him...

"Will you stop being so melodramatic," my dad said, coming from somewhere behind me. "Everything is going to be perfect."

"Yeah," agreed Jeremy, who was still carrying Daniel. "This is your big day so stop wasting your time being nervous and just be mellow."

"Mellow," I repeated, tasting the word. I paused for a second. "How the hell can I be freaking mellow?'m getting married in...

"Time to head to the church," my father interrupted as he looked at his watch. "The ceremony is going to begin in five minutes."

"Oh god," I groaned.

The groomsmen laughed at my predicament and made a circle around me, clasping me on the back and wishing me good luck. Taylor was the last one, his usually long curly hair cut short for this occasion.

"Don't throw up on Hayley's dress," he told me, hitting my back. "That dress cost a fortune."

"Thanks for the reminder," I told him before heading out of the room with Zac right behind me.

Hayley P.O.V.

"I think I'm going to throw up," I confessed, as Sarah finished placing the tiara on my hair.

"Not on this wedding dress" disagreed Sarah, shaking her head. "Just relax, you and Josh are finally tying the knot. You should be doing a jig or something."

"I'm too scared to do a jig...I can't even move," I admitted."Do you think that we can propone the wedding for a couple more minutes?"

"If we do that," started Emily, who was sliding her phone in her purse. "Josh will be even more freaked out. Zac just texted me telling me that Josh is has green as the Grinch."

"You talked to him?" I asked her. "What did he say? Is he alright? Don't tell me he's throwing up? How does he look? Is the tuxedo the right size? Is-"

Emily laughed, shaking her head. "Will you just calm down Hayles. Everything is going to be perfect. He's just nervous, that's all. It's not like he is planning on escaping."

"What?!" I croaked, whipping my head to her direction so fast that I almost got whiplash. "He's going to leave me. He can't...he won't. He..."

"Thanks a lot Emily," I heard Sarah mutter, rolling her eyes. "And I just got her hair the way I want it. Now I have to start over again.

"Sorry," apologized Emily sheepishly. "I didn't think she would freak out so easily."

"I'M NOT FREAKING OUT," I yelled. "I just want to get this over with. I have never felt this nervous in my whole life."

"You sure you are just not having second thoughts?" inquired Emily. I glared at her. Emily looked down, staring at her silver high heeled shoes. "Sorry."

"You guys suck," I told them, turning back to the mirror to let Sarah finish my hair. "You guys are supposed to be encouraging me, not freaking me out."

"You're freaking yourself out. Why the hell would Josh back out of the wedding? That is just so ridiculous."

I just groaned, staring at myself in the mirror. The dress fits perfectly clinging in all the right places, my make up was done lightly but beautiful, and my high-heeled silver shoes made me look a couple inches higher. And even though I was freaking out a minute ago, it didn't show in my face. Thank god.

The girls and I are were quiet for a while as Sarah tried to fix my hair, humming a Jimmy Eat World song as she did so. I heard a phone vibrate and watched in the mirror as Emily opened it, and smiling faintly as she read something from it.

"Remember," I reminded Emily. "You have to turn your phone off before we head out to the church. I don't think people will be happy hearing the chipmunk song while Josh and I are doing our vows."

"Yeah, yeah," murmured Emily inattentively, quickly typing something on her phone.

"Who are you texting anyway?" asked Sarah. "Your smiling like you won a million dollars."

"Zac," replied Emily absentmindedly, still texting

"That doesn't explain...oh..." Sarah grinned before finally finishing with my hair. I grinned with her.

Sarah finally finished with my hair and I checked myself in the mirror satisfied as the bun on the top of my hair and the curls that we on my face.

"So," began Sarah, wiping her hands content with how my hair was. "You and Zac have been texting a lot. What's going on between you too?"

"Wha...what are you talking about?" I watched Emily stammer, my grin getting wider. "He was just...uh...telling me about what's up with the boys."

"So nothing is going on between you two?" questioned Sarah, raising an eyebrow.

"What would be going on between us that you guys didn't know," scoffed Emily, trying hard to laugh but it sounded to me like a nervous chuckle. I smiled. Her reaction to Zac reminded me of someone.

"So," began Sarah again, moving a few strands of my hair. "I guess you don't mind if we just check out your phone for a second."

"Don't you believe me," squealed Emily. I grinned again as I checked Emily's facial expressions out in the mirror. Yep, she definitely reminded me of myself when I was dating Josh. She looked so cute trying to feign her innocence. Too bad Sarah and I didn't buy it.

As Emily was arguing with Sarah trying to convince Sarah that she and Zac were not a thing, I moved closer to her, and when she wasn't looking, snatched her phone.

"Hey," protested Emily, trying to get her phone back.

"Be careful with the hair," I warned her as she tried to get closer to me. "You don't want to ruin my wedding day do you?" I gave her a mischievous grin before going through her text messages on the phone.

Emily made a face before crossing her arms. "You guys are invading my privacy. You wouldn't want me to read the text messages you guys send to your guys, would you?"

"You'd probably throw up if you read them," I acknowledged. "We just text how much we love, miss, and want each other...just like you and Zac." I smirked as I quickly read a couple of the texts. "Awww...." I gushed. "Zac is so sweet."

"Stop it," complained Emily, covering her eyes and turning red. "You are making me embarrassed."

"H is nervous too," I read out loud. "Their nerves will probably go away when they see each other at the altar. I miss you. Save me a dance at the reception."

"Aww," Sarah cooed, standing behind me to read the text. "This is so sweet. Love is in the air."

Emily turned even brighter red, still covering her face. "Why did you read that out loud?"

"Because it's so cute," gushed Sarah. "Why didn't you end it with 'I love you,' I mean, you have loved him since the six grade."

"Really?" I mused, still looking through Emily's phone.  "I didn't know that."

"Yeah, it was a big secret until you came into town and stole him away," explained Sarah, standing behind my shoulder so that she can read the text messages too. "Why do you think she was so cold to you the first couple of months after you moved here?"

"I just thought she was shy," I replied, handing Sarah the phone and giving Emily a smile. "So...have you told him."

"That's...that's none of your business," stammered Emily, turning redder.

"Hey what's that?" asked Sarah, pretending to listen for something. "Is that future wedding bells I hear?"

"Shut up," exclaimed Emily, trying to hold in her giggles. "We are just dating...it isn't even that serious."

"So you admit it," I jumped, grinning in victory. "For how long, how did it start, have you guys gone past first base yet?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Oh my god," groaned Emily, covering her face again. "I wish I hadn't said anything."

"You know we are just teasing," reassured Sarah, giving back Emily's phone. "We happy that you and Zac are finally together, it's about damn time."

"Damn time," I repeated, giggling again. "Emily has a new boyfriend. Is there anything else you were hiding from me?"

"We weren't hiding," defended Emily, quickly texting something on her phone and shutting it off before Sarah could read what she typed. "We just wanted to wait until you and Josh to get married before we made the announcement."

"I'm happy nonetheless," I told her, turning around towards the mirror and giving myself one more look over before I turned back to her. "I really wish you guys the best."

"Thank you," said Emily with a smile. "And I hope Josh is knocked off over his feet when he finally sees you in your dress."

"More like drooling," muttered Sarah, shaking her head. "That s what he does half the time anyway when he's with Hayley.

I withheld a giggle as I blushed bright red.

The dressing room door then opened and Mrs. Farro stood behind it. Instinctively, I gulped and looked down avoiding eye contact. Ever since the day in the hospital I have done everything I could to avoid her. I was still embarrassed with the fact that she caught Josh and I in the middle of...you know...and I haven't been able to face her much since then. What makes it even worst is that Mrs. Farro actually seems nicer to me...if that is even possible...then before. I don't understand why though. I mean, I expected her to yell at me, ruin my dress, order me to never see her son again, not be all sweet. If I caught my son in bed with a girl I know I will freak out and probably push the girl away, not be all fairy god -mother on the girl.

"Oh Hayley," cooed Mrs. Farro, running up to me and giving me a huge hug. "You look so beautiful in that dress. I know Josh's eyes will pop out when he sees you."

"Uh...yeah," I stammered. "Probably."

"Oh don't be so modest, you're gorgeous."

"Um...thank you."

I could hear Sarah and Emily coughing in the background and resisted the urge to give them the finger. They knew how uncomfortable I was with Mrs. Farro, but they love to see me squirm; stupid best friends.

Mrs. Farro finally let go of me and gave me a genuine smile.

"So...are you ready to be the new Mrs. Farro?" she asked me.

"Ready than I'll ever be," I replied, smiling a bit.

"I cannot wait until you are officially in the Hayles," Mrs. Farro told me. "You make my son so happy."

"In more ways than one," I heard Sarah fake-cough. I glared at her, warning her to shut up, but Sarah just gave me a mischievous grin.

"Well, you don't have to wait any longer. Josh, Zac, and the priest are already at the altar. The ceremony will begin in five minutes."

"Five minutes," I croaked, starting to feel nauseous again.

"You'll be fine," Mrs. Farro chuckled, patting me on my shoulder. "Everything is going according to plan. Come on, the bridesmaids are waiting in the second room." She gently grabbed my hand before walking me to the other room where all the bridesmaids, the two flower girls(my little sisters), and the main of honor(my mother)waited for me.

When they saw me entering, they started gushing on how pretty I looked, how perfect everything is, and all that other junk. However, all I could focus on was the clock in front of me, telling me that I now only had four minutes left until the ceremony.

I clutched my hands on my stomach, feeling even sicker than before.

"Oh no," gasped Sarah, pushing the bridesmaids to make her way in front of me.  "Please, don't tell me you are really going to throw up on this dress Hayles? You know that we don't have another one."

"Shut up," I groaned. "I'm just super, super nervous while being super, super happy. It's a weird combination, alright?"

"Well, try to look less green. We have only three more minute before the ceremony begins."

"Three more minutes," I squeaked.

"Just relax," advised my mother, taking my hand. "Everything will go according to plan. In thirty minutes you will be a wife."

"Wife," I squeaked again.

"Two minutes," announced Emily, looking at the big clock in front of us.

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Now listen here Hayley," commanded Mrs. Farro's mother, grabbing my shoulders and making me look at her, straight in her eyes. "This is going to be the happiest day of your life. You will be marrying the man of your dreams...who happens to be my son. You guys have been through so much to lead to this day and you should be milking this day for all its worth. You only get to have your wedding day once and you should appreciate everything and everyone who helped you lead to this day. Don't be afraid. Everything is alright. It's not like your pregnant..." She scrunched her eyebrows as she thought about it for a while. "Right?"

I shook my head no and Mrs. Farro made a sigh of relief.

"Look," she began again. "I know you have felt awkward after I caught you and Josh in a compromising position and I admit, I was taken aback at first, but now I'm fine. You are Josh's perfect girl, someone he loves more than himself; you are his soul mate and because of that I don't hate you. You never took advantage of him, you only wanted the best for him, you will sacrifice anything to stay with him and because of that, I don't care what else you and Josh do...as long as you have and love one another."

"Mrs. Farro," I sniffed, trying to hold back my tears. This was one of the sweetest and sincere pep talks I had ever gotten from someone...even from my mom; I guess I know where Josh got his gift from. I didn't hesitant as I hugged Mrs. Farro, almost squeezing her to death. "Thank you."

I could feel tears fall on my cheeks as Mrs. Farro hugged me back, crying too.

"Show time," I heard my mother announce.

Slowly I let go of Mrs. Farro, who was still crying too. I touched my eye afraid that I had ruined my make up but then remembered that Sarah had used water proof mascara saying that I might need it. I guess she was right. I looked around the room and saw my Sarah, Emily, my mother, Mrs. Farro, cousins of Josh and I, and my little sisters smiling at me, silently telling me that everything was going to be perfect. I couldn't help but let a little giggle at the warm feeling I was having.

Mrs. Farro then nodded her head and motioned for Sarah, the first person to walk the aisle to go ahead. Sarah ran up to me and gave me one big hug, smiling widely.

"Good luck," she whispered to me, before letting go and scurrying out the door where she and Jeremy will meet in the back of aisle and start the long walk to the altar.

I took a deep breath pushing all negative thoughts aside and watching one by one as the bridesmaid left the room. I could feel my heart beating radically in my chest as the room started to empty. When it was just my mother and I left in the room, I felt like I was in the middle of a heart attack.

When it was my mom's turn to leave the room, she hugged me tightly before kissing my cheek.

"I love you sweetie," she whispered. "I wish you the best."

I just nodded my head, afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would start bawling. My mother kissed me once more on the cheek before disappearing out the door.

            I only had to wait fifteen seconds before the door creaked open, and my father was standing there, grinning at me.

            He motioned for me to come and I slowly made my way to him; my heart still beating heavily on his chest.

            "Everyone's waiting," he told me, linking my arms with his

"Is Josh there?" I asked him, still trying to calm my breathing.

"Where else would he be," chuckled my father, slowly walking me out of the room.

"I'm glad you could make it," I whispered to him.

My father smiled. "I wouldn't miss little daughter's wedding for anything else in the world. I'm glad you and Josh decided to finally tie the knot."

"Me too," I told him. We finally reached the back of the aisle and I saw everyone stand up, turning their attention to me. I looked straight ahead and saw Zac give me a sly thumbs up, grinning like the idiot that he was. Josh's back was turned to me, but when the music changed to a wedding march, he slowly turned around.

I held my breath.

Josh's eyes widen when he saw me and his mouth dropped down in shock.

I held in a giggle.

All my nervousness, all my fears, all my emotions that threaten to overwhelm before disappeared as my father and I took the first step down the aisle. The only emotion that I was feeling was love...my love for Joshua.

Josh's eyes never left mine as I walked down the aisle, and my eyes never left his.

It seemed like an eternity until I finally reached the end and when I finally reached the end, I knew that it took all of Josh's power not to snatch me away from my father and have me right then and there. But he stayed calm as my father kissed me gently on the fore head and clasped Josh back before giving him my hand.

Josh's hand intertwine with mine as we turned to the priest, who was smiling at both of us. I turned to Josh who was grinning like a fool and I knew that I was no different.

"We are all gathered here today..."

Fin...

 Just kidding.

There was a 50 percent chance that I was just going to end the story here. However, I don't feel like I'm completely done so there are a couple more chapters under my sleeve.(Probably one or two plus an epilogue)

Sorry for disappearing from the world of buzznet. I really have no excuses except that I am a lazy person. You would think that having a week off of school due to the floods in Georgia, I would be updating every day, however, writing this chapter has been really difficult. I wanted to tie all loose ends and so it took a while. I was planning on updating yesterday, but buzznet was not working correctly for me that day and so I am sorry. I PLAN on updating part two sometime this week.

Again, sorry for the lack of updates and thanks for your patience.

Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

I groaned in my sleep, my eyes still closed. I had been awake for a while, but I wasn't in the mood to open my eyes. I was in way too much pain to even try anyway.

I groaned again, turning myself a bit, but an uncomfortable ache in my chest stopped me.

What the heck? Did I get hit by a truck or something?

I tried to turn the other way, but my knees touched someone else's and I quickly moved away.

I didn't dare open my eyes.

Why did this bed feel unfamiliar, weird...not mine?

Oh crap.

What the heck happened last night? I can't be hung over, could I? I swore off careless drinking years ago.

I tried to remember what happened last night but then I could feel a headache come on.

Are you freaking kidding me?

I kept my eyes shut, afraid with what I would see if I did open them.

Why am I in an unfamiliar bed? Why can't I remember anything that happened last night? Who is the other person in this bed? It's not a guy...right?

   No.

   Hell No.

   Fuck.

          This can't be happening. I am not stupid. I couldn't have cheated on Hayley...could I?

          Of course not, I love her way too much to even consider something like that.

          This must be a mistake. Maybe I'm over-reacting. Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe...

            I force myself to try to remember what happened last night. The headache I tried to fight earlier came back in full force.

            No way.

            Small details from last night filled my head. Chilling at McDonalds with my work mates, Jeremy getting pissed at me, leaving me alone with Jenna...

            "Shit," I yelled, opening my eyes.

            This can't be happening. I didn't cheat on Hayley. Even if I was dead drunk, I would definitely know Hayley's hands and lips better than Jenna's.

            I did NOT sleep with Jenna. That is just impossible.

            No, no, no, no, hell freaking no, I thought to myself. I looked around the room but it too dark to see anything. All I could tell was that the room that it was pretty small and was full of cabinets with a bunch of stuff on them.

            I was too afraid to look behind me, knowing that there was a possibility that it was owner of the bed.          

            Maybe I broke into a stranger's house. Maybe I'm at Jeremy's place. Or maybe I just a big fat idiot and I did sleep with Jenna.

            I felt a knee bump mine and almost fell out of the bed in shock... if it wasn't for the freaking pain in my chest.

            "Shit," I murmured again, frantically looking around in the dark room, trying to figure out where the fuck I was.

            Why the hell can't I remember what happened last night? My memory stopped when I was looking for a pen with Jenna and then we bumped heads. Did I even go to my apartment after work was done and Hayley kicked me out or did I do something stupid and go to the club with Jenna, get drunk, and sleep with her?

            I didn't want to find out.

            I heard the person sneeze and move around the bed.

"Josh," a familiar voice called. "Are you awake?"

            Could it be...? I forced myself to ignore the excruciating  pain in my stomach as I turn around to face the person in front of me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me. Hayley was in front of me, her bright, eyes shining, grinning when she realized that I was awake.

            I tried to move closer so that I could see her better but the pain in my chest stopped me. Hayley seemed to have realized what I was trying to do because she moved closer to me and gently wrapped her arms around me. I smiled at her before I kissed her nose.

            "You're not Jenna," I whispered, kissing her nose again.

            Hayley frowned. "Wow...you would think something better would come out of your mouth after more than fourteen hours of sleeping?"

            "Fourteen hours?" I repeated. I looked around the room. "What the heck? Where are we?"

            Hayley looked down on the ground, looking a little sheepish. "Um...uh...you see..." she stammered.

            The door to the tiny room opened and the light switched on.

I turned my head, taking in my surroundings. I took note of the thermometers, needles, cotton balls, and those small wooden sticks that doctor's use to check inside your mouth.

I was inside the hospital.

What the heck was I doing here?

A familiar looking blonde headed nurse appeared with a clipboard. She wrote something in it before closing the door, giving me privacy. When she looked up and noticed I was awake, she frowned.

            "You're up," she stated.

            I furrowed my eyebrows. "Uh...yeah," I replied, giving her a weird look for saying something so obvious. "I am." I continued to look around the strange room.  

I wanted to move again, to make myself more comfortable, but the freaking pain in my chest stopped me. Man, this is starting to get annoying.

I felt Hayley's hand move to my shoulder, giving me a small, smile of reassurance. I tilted my head in confusion, hoping she would tell me what is going on, but she didn't. Huh...That's weird.

 The nurse slowly made her way to me, dragging each step she took. I guess she was one of those lazy nurses that probably hated taking care of people. I still couldn't place where I had seen her before. The answer seemed to be at the tip of my tongue but I still couldn't figure it out and that bothered me.

I turned back to Hayley, wanting to ask her if I had met this nurse somewhere, but Hayley was looking around the room, clearly avoiding eye contact.

What was up with her? 

When the nurse finally reached me, she started doing the usual stuff that a nurse does to a patient at a hospital; she checked blood pressure, heart rate, and all that other crap. I waited until I had taken the small, white pain pills to start talking that were suppose to help my ribs-which was what had been making my stomach feel like hell for the past five minutes-before I began to talk.

"So...uh...what's up doc?" I asked, trying to be funny.

The nurse rolled her eyes again. "Man, you really are cheesy. I have no idea how Hayley manages to deal with you."

"You know Hayley?" I inquired, turning to Hayley, who was still pretending to look around the room.

The nurse smirked. "Meet her last night. We had an interesting talk yesterday...mostly about you."

I turned back to Hayley, who was now looking down, blushing madly.

"You took advantage of me at my moment of weakness," Hayley muttered.

"Nah," scoffed the nurse. "You just wanted someone to talk about how much you love your little boy toy, how much of an idiot you were, how you love the way he holds and kisses you-

"I think I get it," snapped Hayley.

The nurse chuckled. She started recording stuff on the clipboard before turning back to Hayley. Her face soften and she patted her on the back. She then leaned down and whispered something to Hayley's ears.

I titled my head in confusion again. If Hayley and that chick met last night, then how come they seemed so friendly...like best friends or something?

My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed that Hayley's eyes had widen. The nurse leaned away, a smirk on her lips.

"The power of the internet," she muttered to her. She gave Hayley another pat on the back before exiting the room.

Hayley started fiddling with her hands, looking really nervous, and a blush coming to her cheeks. I wonder what the nurse had said.

I was about to call out to her, but pain stopped me, but not from my ribs...it was from my head.

Memories of last night quickly flashed through my mind.  Jenna kissing me, Hayley battling her tears, fighting with the doctors, being told that Hayley had left, seeing her in the hallway looking scared and full of regret...

I looked up at Hayley, feeling more perplexed by the minute. Hayley looked back at me, her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

 "What the heck happened last night?" I finally asked her.

Hayley twiddle her thumbs, probably trying to stall for time. I furrowed my eyebrows. How bad could the incident have been?

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she finally replied.

I rolled my eyes at her lame attempt at innocence. "I mean," I started. "Why am I in a hospital?"

"Um..uh...you see," stuttered Hayley. "You're ...um...you're pregnant."

My eye brows rose. "What?!"

"You're...uh...pregnant. Um...congratulations."

I gave Hayley a skeptical look. "Men don't get pregnant."

"Um...you are having emergency surgery on your...on your...nose," she amended quickly.

I scoffed. "Come on Hayles, just tell me the truth. How bad could it be?"

Hayley looked down, playing with her thumbs again.

More memories suddenly flashed through my brain. It was me on the floor and Hayley punching everywhere her small, little hands could go. Her shouting profanities, yelling, and crying at me...

Why would she-?

Oh shit.

I looked back up at Hayley, who was now staring at me with big eyes, watching my every move.  I just gave her a blank look.

"You beat me up," I said. I didn't say it as a question...it was more of a statement.

Hayley nodded her head, looking down, probably feeling ashamed for what she had done.

I stared at Hayley for a second longer...before I broke down laughing.

Hayley P.O.V.

I think Josh has finally turned to the crazy side. I mean, I don't think most guys would find the fact that your girlfriend had beaten you up so bad that you ended up in the hospital funny. Actually, I think the guy would break up with the girl and get a restraining order fearing for the worst, but, apparently Josh was feeling the opposite.

I continued to watch as Josh laughed, holding on to his stomach. I knew that his ribs were still bruised and that his laughing must have been painful, but Josh being Josh must have ignored it, his face starting turning a bit red.

I think I had turned Josh psycho.

"Oww," he complained as he held his stomach tighter, still laughing. "Bruised ribs hurt."

"Then stop laughing," I commanded, still feeling embarrassed.

"How can I stop laughing?" he asked me. "You beat me up."

I gave Josh a look. "You find this funny."

Josh nodded his head, still laughing.

Okay, now he was scaring me.

Josh continued to laugh for a couple more minutes, still holding on to his stomach tightly. I was a bit anxious, hoping that all the laughing he was doing wouldn't hurt his ribs more, but Josh didn't seem that hurt...all least not yet. All I could do was just stare at him trying to figure out if I beat Josh up so bad that he turned to the crazy side or if I made him a huge idiot.

After a while, Josh finally calmed down, still letting out little giggles and hiccupping a bit.

"I love you so much Hayles," he stated, smiling in my direction.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're stating your love for me even though hours before I was beating you up to unconsciousness."

"Yep," replied Josh, popping the p part of the word. "Why shouldn't I?"

I gave him an incredulous look. "Um...how many freaking times do I have to tell you this, Josh but... I...freaking...beat...you...up...to...unconsciousness. Do you get it now?"

Josh tilted his head, looking confused. "What's your point?"

"Oh god," I groaned, hiding my face into my hands. "The drugs must have turned you into a huge idiot.  I mean, what kind of guy wants to stay with a girl like me? What I did was freaking domestic violence...oh god," I gasped, realization suddenly hitting me. "I did do domestic violence. I could...I could go to jail because of this...and...and I'll be all over the news and...oh my god, I freaking beat you up into unconsciousness."
           

"I won't tell anybody," Josh told me in a soft voice, probably trying to calm me down. "So you're fine. Are you done overreacting yet?"

"I FREAKING BEAT YOU UP TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS," I yelled, frustrated with Josh's laid back attitude. "HOW THE CRAP ARE YOU NOT PISS OFFED?"

Josh shrugged, looking down to examine his nails. "At least you didn't kill me."

"Okay," I said, giving him a look. "You are officially psycho."

Josh sighed as he put his hands down. He then looked me up and down examining me for some unknown reason. "Wait...are you actually really seriously mad about this?"

"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK?" I yelled. "I don't know how many times I have to state the obvious."'

Josh examined me again, his eyebrows furrowing. "Come here Hayles."

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"Why?" Josh asked, sounding a bit agrivated.

"I might hurt you again."

Josh scoffed. "Just come here Hayles."

I shook my head again. "I don't trust myself around you. I could attack you just for staring at me weirdly."

Josh rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Who do you think you are, Edward Cullen?"

"This isn't a joking matter Josh. I...I...I hurt you," I stammered.

Josh stared at me in horror, his eyes widening. "Don't you dare cry Hayles," he said, as a few stray tears fell down my cheeks. "I'm not going to sit here as a bump on a log and watch you cry and feel like crap. Now, come here now so I can be the boyfriend that I am and comfort you until you realize how ridiculous your being."

"Boyfriend?" I repeated.

Josh shrugged. "Technically...yeah."

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should go to him or not. Josh patted the space next to him on the bed and I slowly walked over to him. Once I sat down on the bed, Josh automatically wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on the crook of my neck.

"I swear," he began. "You can be too sensitive sometimes."

"But I beat you-"

"Shhh," Josh whispered in my ears, making me shiver a bit. "It was an accident. It's not like you did it intentionally. You were just angry."

"But I didn't need to take it out on you," I countered. "I could have controlled it better. I could have kept my hands to myself. I could have-"

"Will you shut up?" interrupted Josh angrily, pushing me back so he can see my face. "Did you not hear anything I said? I don't hate you Hayles, I could never hate you. So what, you put me in a hospital, who really gives a shit? What you did actually made me kind of glad."

"What?!" I exclaimed,  surprised at what he was saying. "You're happy that I put you in a hospital."

Josh nodded his head slowly.

"Okay, you really are nuts," I told him.

Josh rolled his eyes at the statement before giving me a look. He took an unnecessary deep breath and I knew that Josh was going to say something important so I closed my mouth. "Ever since...your announcement you made two weeks ago, I had been doubting myself...doubting us...doubting if you really...loved me as much as I loved you."He paused for a second, waiting to see if I would interrupt him, but I didn't. I stayed quiet which was kind of hard to do. I wanted to tell him that I did love him, that I never stopped but I bite my tongue. I have already learned my lesson to not interrupt Josh while he was talking.

 "Even though I pretended to be alright with the fact that we were apart, I really wasn't," continued Josh. "I missed you like crazy and I hated not being there when you were hurting so much. I guess that's why I had been hanging around with Jenna lately...I missed you and I just wanted a distraction." He looked up in my eyes, taking a stray hair away from my face. "I guess I really screwed up."

"We both screwed up," I corrected.

Josh didn't agree or disagree. He just stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact for some reason. "You see," continued Josh. "Beating me to a pulp helped me realize something."

"That I'm an idiot," I muttered.

Josh shook his head slowly, a smile forming on his face. He looked up at me and gave me his, huge, sexy grin that I adore so much.

"You still love me," he stated. "Just the same as I love you."

"Didn't I tell you that yesterday?" I asked him, snuggling closer to his chest. "Just before I tackled you again." Josh winced a bit, but didn't complain as he wrapped me closer to him.

"Actions speak louder than words," he muttered and kissed me on the forehead. "So...do you still not believe that I can still love you?"

"I don't know," I mused, pretending to think about it. I looked up at his big, brown eyes. "I think I need some more proof."

Josh gave me a childish grin, his eyes moving straight to my lips. "I have an idea," he muttered, leaning his head closer to mine.

"Give it your best shot," I muttered, our lips now only centimeters apart.

Josh lips crashed to mine, his hands going straight to my hair, combing his hands through it. My hands went to his hair as I kissed him back, loving the feeling of his lips on mine. Josh moved my body on top of his, still kissing me.

I hugged him has tightly has I could, wanting to get more of him.

"Am I hurting you?" I muttered on his lips.

Josh shook his head has he continued to kiss me, his lips moving from my lips to my neck. "Pain killers are working. I can barely feel a thing."

 "Excellent," I said with a grin, bringing his face back to mine, kissing him to oblivion. I could feel Josh's hands roaming around my body, stopping at the hem of my shirt. His hands slide inside my shirt but before he could get any further, I moved away.

Josh looked up at me, confusion written all over his face.

"Marry me," I whispered.

"Wha...what?!" he asked, looking a bit startled.

"Marry me," I repeated. I got closer to him until our faces were only inches apart. "I love you. I miss you. I want you. You mean the world to me and I know that I had put you in a lot of crap over the past couple of weeks be now I am officially, completely over it." I got out of the bed and pulled something out of my pocket. I got on one knee and looked up at Josh, holding a simple, silver band that I had bought from the jewelry's only a few days ago and never took out of my coat pocket since that day.

"I am ready to share eternity with you.  I know that it won't be easy and we probably have a lot more obstacles to face, but I am ready to be with you...and to face all those obstacles together. I promise that I will try not to overreact like I did earlier and try to listen to everything you have to say. I won't let my jealousy rule me. I love you too much and I don't want to lose you. Joshua Neil Farro...will you marry me...and be my husband? "

Josh just stared at me in shock, surprise written in all of his features. His eyes got large and his mouth was wide open.

I looked back at him. Hoping it wasn't too late, that Josh still wants to marry me, that I hadn't ruin things for us. That-

"What the hell Hayles," Josh exclaimed. "You're not supposed to be on the floor, proposing. That's my job."

That wasn't the answer I was expecting.

I still had one knee on the ground and the ring was still in my hands as Josh continued to stare at me like I was an alien from outer space.

 "This is the twenty-first century," I muttered, starting to get up as Josh continued to stare at me weirdly. "I can do anything I damn well please."

"But...but..." Josh looked down, biting down on his lip ring. "This makes me feel bad. I don't like seeing you on the floor on one knee. You're way too beautiful to be doing this."

I looked up at Josh, getting more confused.

"However, I'm not going to deny you," said Josh, breaking into a wide grin. "I mean, the sexist woman in the whole universe just asked me to spend eternity with her. It would be stupid for me to refuse."

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him, not able to contain the grin that spread across my face.

"I'm not that big of an idiot," commented Josh. "Now come back here. I just want to hug you and kiss until the big day arrives when I become Mr. Joshua Neil Williams." Josh then gave me his infamous pout, motioning for me to come over.

I grinned again before I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him, my lips coming into contact with his.

"Can't you wait until you put the ring on my finger first?" laughed Josh, kissing me back.

"Oh yeah..." I murmured, leaning away. "I forgot."

"Silly Hayles," chuckled Josh, as I held out the ring, smiling at him.

Josh held his hand out and I slowly slipped the band on his finger, trying to savor the moment. When I was done, Josh's lips went back to mine, kissing me with so much force, I thought I was going to pass out. I kissed him back and soon afterwards we were back where we left off; Josh's hands was under my shirt and my hands were combing through his hair.

"I love you," I muttered on his neck, still kissing him.

"I love you too," Josh muttered back, before lifting the shirt off of me, throwing it somewhere around the room. "And I think I have a couple more ways to prove it to you."

I giggled as he kissed the hallow of my neck, wrapping my arms around him. "What about your ribs?"

"Don't worry," he told me. "You didn't hurt me that bad."

Josh's lips went back to mine and we kissed again with more passion than before. I had already threw Josh's shirt off and was in the process of taking off his pants. I could feel Josh expertly taking off my bra strap when I heard a large gasp.

Josh and I abruptly stopped.

"Oh shit," Josh whispered.

I squealed in agreement before burying my head in his neck, trying to hide.

"Not again," the familiar voice said. "I swear, I come at the worst time."

"Shut up Zac," Josh muttered, putting his arms around me. "We don't need to hear your comments."

"Ha, ha," laughed another familiar voice, barging into the room. "I bet you don't want to hear mines either."

"Jeremy's here too," I moaned, burying my face deeper into Josh's neck. "Nothing can beat this.

"What is going on here? Why is everybody...oh god."

"Oh shit," Josh whispered. "It just got worst."

I looked up from Josh's neck, hoping to God it wasn't who I thought it was. When I saw those small, brown eyes, looking back at me with horror and surprise, I quickly hide back into Josh's neck.

Damn.

Jeremy and Zac was here...with Josh's mom in the center of them.

Shit.

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A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter.

P.S. Sorry I couldn't warn you early about the tad bit of mature content I had put in there. I didn't want to put it in the title part because it would have been a spoiler and there was no place to put it in the story. I apologize.

P.S.S. If you haven't known already, Paramore-Brick by Boring Brick MTV Unplugged Performance is on youtube, so check it out. There are a lot of links on youtube right now so it should be easy to find.

Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

If I called Jeremy right now, everything would be explained and I would find out whether Josh cheated on me or not.

But I couldn't.

I don't know if I can.

If Josh really did cheat on me, I don't know how I will be able to move on. He is my everything; my life, my love, my rock...how can I force myself to live without him?

I ran passed the automatic doors and kept running. Running away from the hospital. Running away from my memories. Running away from my soul mate. Running away from facing reality. Running away from everything I loved and cared about.

Hayley P.O.V.

I ran quickly outside the hospital, my heart beating furiously out of my chest.

I was still crying and running blindly. I knew that this was dangerous, considering what happened last time, but I didn't care. This time I wanted to die.

I turned back at the hospital, giving it one last look before I decided to run away for good. I would be best if I stayed out of Josh's life forever. It would be easier on everyone...especially me.

As I stared at the hospital more sadness filled me than I could imagine.

Without my consent, my fingers touched the crystal necklace Josh gave me three years ago.

'I love you."

"Wha...What," I stammered. He was looking at me straight in my green eyes.

"I love you," Josh repeated. "I'm in love with you." I just stood there, shocked, still in denial. Josh couldn't love me, I'm not...he's not...it...

Look," he began, getting up from the bed, he grabbed my hand. "I know this is a bit of a shock since your break up with Zac but I couldn't hold it in. I tried, I really did, but my feelings for you grew every day and if I didn't say anything soon I would burst. That's why I had been drinking, partying, not being me; I wanted to erase you from my head, but I couldn't. I was already in too deep." He paused for a minute as if collecting his thoughts. "I was in denial. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't in love with you, that it was all a fluke, but my head was saying other things. It hurt when I saw you kissing Zac, I was really pissed and wanted to knock him in the head but then I remembered that he use to be your boyfriend and you guys could get back together anytime. I took a long drive after that trying to think of what to do, where I passed this little antique store where I found this music box. It was pretty old and battered but I knew it would be something you like. I persuaded the owner to fix it and make it custom made just for you." Josh took another pause. "She did and gave it to me on the morning of Christmas Eve which was why I was acting a bit suspicious this morning and why I had rarely been home." He finally looked up, looking straight into my eyes...my soul. "I'm uncontrollably, crazily, passionately, in love with you Hayley Nichole Williams."

Josh.

Without a second thought, I ran back inside the hospital, passing the front desk, passing the people patiently waiting in the sitting area,  passing all the doctors and nurses; I even passed the elevators and took the stairs to Josh's room.

I quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor, desperate to see Josh. Praying to god that the people hadn't sedate him yet.

I was a complete mess as I reached Josh's floor, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was run into Josh's arms and beg him to forgive him. I wanted to tell him that I was stupid, I was ignorant, I was stupid.

I can't believe it took me this long to realize the truth. It was impossible for Josh to cheat on me. When I was staring at the hospital, memories of Josh had flashed through my mine. When we first met, our first kiss, how we spent our first Christmas Eve....everything. Josh cares way too much about me to even consider being with another woman; I was just too stubborn to think otherwise.

Plus relationships weren't suppose to be easy. You had to work to be and stay in one. The obstacles that Josh and I faced had made us closer and love each other more than other couples have. It would be stupid to break everything off just because of a misunderstanding. Man, I am really stupid.

"Josh," I called in the crowded hallway which was full of sick people and nurses.

I had no idea where his room was located. When they put him the ambulance, I had followed them using my car. By the time I reached him, he was already conscious in his room. I just waited in the waiting room delaying the time I was suppose to see him.

"Josh," I called again.

"BITCH," I heard a familiar voice yell.

All of a sudden, a door in the end of the hallway open and a guy with short, brown hair and a hospital gown scrambled out.

The guy looked up, frantically looking around the hallway, searching for the nearsest exit. When his gaze reached mine, he froze.

It was Josh.

Josh P.O.V.

"GET THE HELL AWAY," I yelled, thrashing around the tiny hospital bed.

Three doctors were trying to hold me down, while the blonde -headed nurse with the needle looked down at me with a bored expression, waiting for them to hold me down so she could sedate me.

"Just calm down Mr. Farro," soothed one of the male doctors. "It won't hurt."

"I DON'T GIVE A CRAP IF IT GAVE ME THE GREATEST PLEASURE ON EARTH. I AIN'T TAKING IT UNTIL I SEE HAYLEY."

The bored looking nurse rolled her eyes. "You mean the red-headed chick that ran away from here. Go ahead and wait, I bet she won't come back even if this was the last hospital on earth."

I glared at the nurse. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DON'T KNOW HAYLES. SHE WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME."

The nurse scoffed. "Sure."

I glared at the nurse, still thrashing around with the doctors. 'SHUT UP," I repeated. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP. SHUT THE HELL UP."

"Why don't you shut up," sneered the nurse. "Your ribs are already bruised enough, do you want them to be broken now?"

I growled. "If I HAD TO TEAR OFF AN ARM TO GET AWAY FROM YOU, I WOULD DO IT IN A FUCKING HEART BEAT."

"Why don't you take out your brain too since you seem to not be using it correctly." I snarled at her, but she rolled her eyes as she walked towards me. The needle only inches away from my arm.

The doctors were holding me down harder, and it was getting harder to move away. They were not going to get away with this.

Hayley could not have consented them to do this. They must be lying. Why would she leave me in the hospital all alone? She isn't that kind of girl. She loves me.

The nurse finally managed to put the needle in my arm and I yelped.

"BITCH," I yelled, trashing around the bed. The doctors, who weren't expecting my movements, lost their grip on me, and I scrambled out of the room.

I feel on the floor, breathing heavily, looking for the quickest way out of here. I frantically looked around, but my actions froze when my gaze landed on the familiar, green eyes.

"Hayley," I breathed.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and someone pushed me on the ground. My bruised ribs, which I had been trying to ignore for the past half hour, hurt in full force.

"Just stay still and this will be over in a second," commanded the blonde-headed nurse, trying to hold me down.

"You're crushing my ribs," I complained.

"Too bad," snapped the nurse. "That's what you get for leaving the room." The nurse pushed some of the medicine in me. I wasn't going to let this chick win without a fight. Even with my bruised ribs-"

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM," screamed Hayley, running towards the nurse. The nurse eyes widen when she saw her. Hayley pushed blondie to the ground and the girls began rolling around the tile floor.  

The patients, doctors, and nurses who were walking in the hallway stopped what they were doing as they watched the scene unfold.

A couple of security guards came to the area, but stopped when they saw Hayley hitting blondie on the head. Their mouths dropped in adoration. I narrowed my eyes at them. Perverted old man.

Hayley, still furious at the blonde nurse, grabbed the chick's hair and started pulling it. The blonde headed nurse screamed.

"WHAT THE HELL?" blondie yelled.

"Don't touch my man," warned Hayley, pulling harder on the nurse's hair.

"You mean the man you abandoned," snapped the nurse.

Hayley froze.

I froze too. Hayley...Hayley left me?

The nurse, taking advantage of Hayley surprise, pushed her on the ground. Hayley fell but made no move to get up. I guess she was still shaken with what the nurse said...so was I.

The nurse wiped herself before getting up on the ground. She looked around the hallway, daring anybody to challenge her. The male patients, who had been hooting and hollering during the fight, were suddenly still and quiet. Even the security guards made no moves to approach her.

The nurse narrowed her eyes when she saw me. She raised the needle that she had put in her pocket when Hayley attacked her, and gave me a mischievous grin.

"Don't touch me bitch," I told her

Her eye narrowed even more.

Hayley slowly got up from the floor, wiping the dust that had collected on her clothes.

I wanted to run up to her, I wanted to hold her into my arms. I wanted to apologize for everything I had said in the argument. I wanted her so bad...but I couldn't move.

With all my might, I tried to get up from the floor but I still couldn't.

I notice the nurse smirking.

I wanted to tell her to wipe that grin off her face, to get the hell away from me but when she started waving the empty needle bottle, realization finally hit me.

Shit. She got me.

I growled.

I tried to get up or at least, I think I was but I couldn't feel my legs.I started blinking my eyes rapidly as I looked around the room which was now tilted to the sides.

How did that happen? 

I looked around the colorful place, trying to remember where I am and what I'm doing here.

I couldn't remember a thing.

I wonder if this place has hot pockets.

 "Josh," I heard a girl exclaimed, running towards me, wrapping me into her arms. "Josh, stay with me. Stay with me please."

I sighed in contentment. That voice sounded so pretty. I wondered who it belonged too.

I looked up and saw a beautiful, little, red-headed girl with frantic eyes looking down on me, tears in her eyes.

"You are so pretty," I slurred, staring into her bright, green eyes. She looked like an angel. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh god," the pretty girl groaned, pulling me closer. I felt a faint twinge in my ribs but thought nothing of it, happy to be in this stranger's arms.

 "I feel all warm and fuzzy," I told the stranger, trying to explain the weird feeling that started to build up on my stomach since she touched me. "And my heart is beating like a marathon. Am I having a heart attack or something?"

The pretty girl, looked down at me, worry in her eyes. "You can't have a heart attack, you're...you're too young to get one."  She continued to stare at me, doubt etching in her figure. When her hand touched mine, the beating in my heart increased, and when she leaned closer to examine me, I could feel my cheeks turning bright red.

I had the sudden urge to put my lips into hers, to comb my fingers through her hair. I wanted t to bring her on top of me and kiss her to wild abandon.

"You are so pretty," I whispered again, staring at her open-mouthed. "And so nice too...can I kiss you?"

"Oh my god," I heard an annoying voice say. "Why the hell is this guy not passed out yet?"

The girl turned to the voice and flipped the annoyed person the bird. I didn't look up to see who she was doing it to. She didn't matter, this pretty girl did.

"Do you really want to kiss me?" she murmured. "Even with all that I had done to you?" she asked, looking down in shame, tears in her eyes. "I know you must hate me."

"Dear lord," the annoying voice muttered. "This is started to get cheesy."

I ignored the annoying person, staring straight at the pretty girl's face.

"If I hated you," I started. "My body wouldn't be reacting the way it is right now."

"Oh my god," gasped the annoyed person. "How can you say that in public?"

"Do I make your stomach retch?" asked the pretty girl, tears spilling in her eyes. "Do you want to spit on me? Do you want to...to you want me out of your life forever."

"Oh stop being so dramatic?" the annoying voice said. "Did he just say you made his body react? He ain't complaining."

"You make my heart race," I began, ignoring the annoying person outburst and grabbing the pretty's girl hand. It seemed like the right thing to do. "You make my knees feel week, my cheeks blush, you make me feel warm all over," I continued.  "You make me feel so happy that it seems too surreal. I don't think I ever want you to leave my side."

I looked straight into the girls' eyes, trying to explain what I was feeling, what I was thinking. She looked so broken and I couldn't stand it. Someone so beautiful shouldn't be in so much pain.

My mind began chanting the name Hayley over and over again. Was that her name?

"Oh Josh," sobbed the pretty girl, hugging me tighter to her chest. "How do I know that you will feel the same when you wake up? How do I know that you won't hate me for what I have done? I freaking put you in the hospital."

         "I'll show you," I whispered gently, touching her face.

The pretty girl looked down at me, confusion written all over her face.

I did the first thing that my instinct told me to do. I kissed her.  

Hayley P.O.V.

Even when he is drugged, Josh is still the best kisser in the world. When I felt him start to wrap his warm arms around me, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. He is just that good.

All of my worries, all of my fears, even my annoyance for that dumbass nurse, was all silence when Josh lips landed on mine.

I couldn't help a moan that had escaped from my lips as Josh kissed me deeper, trying to prove to me how much I meant to him. I kissed back, showing him how much he meant to me too and how I promise to never leave his side.

His cool lip ring graze my tongue and I moaned again before wrapped my arms around Josh, pulling him closer.

I could feel Josh grin at the action and kiss me harder, happy that he got his point across.

We continued kissed for a while...for how long, I'm not sure. We just continued to kiss and tease and just love each other. But soon after that, Josh's responses to my kisses went slower and lazy and then he just stopped all together.

Confused with what he was doing, I leaned away from him and Josh slumped on the ground, breathing softly.

I smirked.

The drugs must have finally taken over his body.

I smirked again as I lightly combed my hands through his hair, loving how cute he looks when he sleeps.

I heard a throat clear but ignored it as I continued to comb through Josh's soft hair.

The person cleared her throat again and I looked up annoyed. Who the hell was interrupting-?

Oh crap.

I looked up at the mean, blonde headed nurse who was looking down at me, an amused grin on her face.

"You and your boy toy sure know how to put on a show." She put her phone, which had been filming me and Josh making out, in her pocket. She wasn't the only one who was filming. A couple of nurses, some doctors, and a bunch of male patients also had their phones out, still filming.

I could feel a deep blush coming as I looked down, completely embarrassed.

I couldn't believe how much I lost control. I mean, how the hell could I have made out with Josh in a public hospital...in the freaking middle of the hallway for that matter?

I hope to god that my mother doesn't find this out.

The nurse just shook her head, as if she still couldn't believe what she witness. "Come on," she urged. "We need to get your boy toy back in bed. He will probably feel like hell tomorrow, but at least he can feel like hell in a comfy bed."

I nodded my head, still embarrassed with what had happened. All the phones that had been recording were all protectively back into their owners pockets. People were now talking and walking like it was an ordinary night. Some people stared, and an old guy winked at me and told me to call him, but I ignored it as I helped the nurse lift Josh.

Just kill me now.

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Do you guys want to see Taylor doing aerobics, Josh doing ballerina dances, Jeremy shirtless, Zac in his christmas tree outfit, and Hayley in an orange tutu singing with Gwen Stefani?

If you haven't already seen it, it is the end of the Paramore & No Doubt tour when the guys come back on stage and rock out for one of the final songs.

It has been out for a while(and I have already seen it a thousand times) but if you haven't seen it, I'll post the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS_jGaBj07U&feature=channel_page

And if you haven't already, you can check out when No Doubt and their kids crashed Paramore's last song in hilarious outfits. Here's the link.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6pm-Typ8wI&feature=channel

P.S. Sorry for not uploading for a while. I had re-written and deleted sentennces in this chapter for almost three weeks. Nothing had seemed right. I am finally happy I got it out of the way.

I promise to upload sooner. Hoped you enjoyed this chapter.

Long Chapter. Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh my freaking God.

She knows. She freaking knows.

How the hell did word travel so fast? Less than three hours ago, Jenna was sucking my face and neck and now Hayley had her back facing me, clearly upset.

Shit. I knew I should have pushed Jenna away sooner.  I was just in so much shock from her kiss. It wasn't until she was trying to un-tuck my shirt from my pants and trying to rip it open when I finally had the power to push her away.

We were both breathing heavily and Jenna was blushing madly (Since she lost control in a public place)

She then asked me if I wanted to stay at her place and I told her no.

She didn't stop there.

She knew that something was going on between Hayley and I. She knew that I wasn't going through wedding jitters but something else. She said she had been watching me since the incident and figured that my change of mood was because of something with Hayley, that something had gone wrong.

I didn't confirm nor deny the statement. I just stayed silent.

Jenna came closer to me trying to persuade me to head to her apartment. She told me that she loved me, she wanted me...she needed me. Ever since she first saw me at the front desk at my first day of the job, she fell for me. That was why she was so keen in showing me around the building, why she introduced me to all her friends, why she was so overly friendly. It wasn't until she saw Hayley waiting for me at the lobby during my lunch break that she found out that I had a girlfriend.

She made herself believe that I didn't really love Hayley, that it was all just a fluke so I won't be lonely. However, when she saw me come up to Hayley and gave her a long, kiss on the lips before dragging her around the building showing her around, forgetting about Jenna, was when she figured out I was head over heels in love with someone else.

During the last two years, she tried to hint to me that she liked me more than a friend but I never paid attention.

She told me that my fight with Hayley was a sign that Hayley and I didn't belong together, that we did. She kept on going on and on about us and how perfect we were for each other.

When she was done, she waited for my reply.

It took me all my will power to not go up to her and smack her. How could she be so stupid? Did she think I would be easily tempted to leave Hayley just because she was in love with me too?

Jenna mistaken my silence for an agreement and tried to kiss me again, but I pushed her away. I told her...no...I yelled at her to get away, to take what she said about Hayley back, that she had no right to talk shit about Hayley. I told her that I loved Hayley with all my heart and I wasn't going to have some one night stand with her just because of some little squabble with Hayley. We have been through a lot of stuff together and I wasn't going to do something this stupid just because I was upset.

Jenna stared at me in shock. I guess she didn't expect for me to not agree. Why the hell would I?

Angry, I got up from the table and told her I was going to take an early vacation. I was actually close to quitting, but I wasn't sure if Fuel by Ramen would give me another internship just because my boss had a crush on me. In addition to that, and I wasn't going to let some chick push me away from something I love doing. She was going to have to work this out all on her own.

I exited the restaurant and took a taxi to go back to the Fuel by Ramen Headquarters. Since I was going on vacation I figured that I might as well get my stuff just in case I decided not to come back. Jeremy was still mad at me but when I told him what happen to the restaurant, it disappeared.

We spent the rest of the evening in my car, talking about what happened and how I was going to have to break the news to Hayley.

I know Hayley will hate the fact that another girl kissed me.

And I know she will be furious with the fact that it was Jenna.

Furthermore, I know that she will be outraged when she I tell her that I had to literally pry Jenna off of me when she tried to remove my shirt from my pants.

I was in big trouble.

 I couldn't stand to watch as Hayley retched her hands away from me and turned her back towards me, trying to stop herself from crying.

I guess I had some serious explaining to do.

Hayley P.O.V.

He cheated. He cheated. The love of my life, my soul mate, my freaking fiancée cheated on me.

My back was turned to him. How could I face him? He broke my heart in the worst way imaginable. He promised me that he wouldn't let me go without a fight. He told me he loved me. He assured me he had no interest in Jenna.

That lying son of a bitch.

I withheld a growl.

How could he? Was it because of the limits that we had made? Did he want to get laid so bad that he turned to Jenna?

This time I growled. I was pissed off at Josh, pissed off at Jenna, pissed at every god damn thing that reminded me of them.

He was going to pay. They were both going to pay.

Without any hesitation I turned back to Josh and attacked him.

He fell on the floor hard and I didn't even give him time to blink as I started to punch him at random places, yelling out profanities.

I was angry, I was furious, I was fuming. I was pissed as hell.

I didn't even notice that Josh had grabbed my hands until I couldn't move them anymore. I looked down at Josh with my tear filled eyes and noticed that he was looking at me with pain in his eyes too. I bet he regretted what he did.

He better had.

Josh opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but I wasn't going to let him. I wasn't going to hear his excuses, I didn't want to hear how his night with Jenna went...and...I didn't want him to break up with me.

Oh god.

I still love this bastard. Even after he cheated on me with the person I hated the most, I still loved him.

I'm pathetic.

Furious with myself, I slapped Josh on his face.

How could he...?

Why did he...?

How the fuck can I still love him?

I couldn't control the sob that came from my throat. Josh eyes widen in realization when he noticed I was crying and tried to put his arms around me, but I pushed him away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME," I screamed, getting up from his chest.

Josh looked confused and hurt. I sneered at him. He had no right to be. He should have known that this would have happened when he hooked up with Jenna. I couldn't even stand to look at him anymore, fearing that I would imagine him and Jenna all over each other, kissing passionately, ripping off each other's clothes...

"Hayley," began Josh, getting up from the floor. "It's not what...it's not what you think."

I turned to him and gave him a cold, hard glare.

He was using that line. Now way in hell am I going to believe...

"Will you let me explain?" he finished. "It meant nothing to me."

"Nothing," I repeated softly. "Nothing. NOTHING." I raised my hands about to slap me, but Josh stopped me in the last second. I glanced up at his eyes. He looked frustrated.

"Will you stop acting so rash and let me talk? It's not like it was my fault, she was the one that attacked me."

My jaw dropped at the statement.

That was the poorest excuse I had ever heard.

"And you couldn't pull her away," I yelled, raising my other arm and about to punch him in the chest but he caught that too.

"I was in too much shock," Josh explained. "It was unexpected."

"So you were in shock through the whole thing?" I asked him, clenching my teeth.

"No," Josh answered. "The shock wore off when she...when she..." He looked down, hesitating.

"When she what?" I inquired, struggling to remove my hands from him. "When she put her hand down your pants?"

Josh froze.

Oh. My. God.

That was it.

I retched my hands from his and headed to the closet and grabbed the first suitcase I saw. I opened it and started stuffing random stuff inside, tears streaming in my cheeks.

How did everything fall apart so quickly?  A month ago I was planning a wedding and now I was packing my things and moving out of Josh's house.

This was hell.

I didn't even notice that my hands were trembling until I felt Josh's hands on top of them, before he pulled me up in an unexpected hug.

I hated the flutter in my stomach when he touched me.

I hated how I automatically put my head on his chest.

I hated how he started whispering how much he loved me and missed me and how my heart reacted to his words.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hate Jenna.

I hated myself.

I hated everything.

Josh P.O.V.

Hayley was scaring me. I had never seen her in so much pain, so much grief...so much sorrow.

I held her tightly to my body, trying to calm her down, and she was for a while but all of a sudden she was rigid and then started struggling to get away from him.

"Hayley will you just calm down," I begged. "It isn't that big of a deal."

Hayley froze.

Finally, maybe she was finally realizing...

All of a sudden, I felt a terrible pain in my lower stomach and my grip on Hayley loosen. She pushed me away, and I fell on the floor again, trying to remember how the breath.

Now I was starting to get pissed off.

"It isn't that big of a deal," she repeated hoarsely, probably with all the crying she was doing. "What the hell is wrong with you? Of course it's a big deal. You freaking cheated on me."

Cheating...?

"What are you talking about Hayles?" I asked her, getting up from the floor. "How the hell is that cheating?"

Hayley's mouth dropped open like she was in shock.

"I didn't even do anything. Jenna was the one who did all the work."

I didn't think it was possible, but Hayley's jaw dropped lower.

"Don't you think you are over reacting?"

Hayley just stared at me dumbly, like she couldn't believe that I just said that. I rewind the statements in my head, but nothing seemed wrong with them.

"Jenna did...Jenna did all the work," she repeated.

I nodded my head. Maybe she was finally getting that the kiss wasn't my fault. It's not like I was the one who kissed her.

Hayley's eyes filled with new tears. What was up with her? I didn't understand why she was so sensitive to this? It was just a kiss.

My gaze returned to Hayley and I saw her eyes glaze up in anger.

Oh shit.

She started yelling out a string of profanities and pushing me on the floor...for the third freaking time.

She punched me hard on the chest.

"You stupid, stupid, stupid, jackass, do you think it makes a difference?"

"Hayles..." I began.

She punched me again, and harder this time. I felt a strong urge to throw up.

"Just because Jenna..." she said the name in disgust. "Did all the 'work' doesn't mean that what you did was wrong?"

"Okay," I said, trying to push Hayley away from me, but she wouldn't have it as she locked her legs around my waist. "Now you're being stupid."

I didn't mean for my words to come out this way, but I was starting to run out of patience. It was weird for Hayley to be acting like this because of some kiss Jenna gave me; actually it was just downright bizarre.

It was like she wanted to kill me or something.

Hayley started yelling again and started pounding on my chest. I groaned in agony. If she didn't stop, she was going to burst a liver or something.

"How can you say that I'm stupid?" she yelled. "I wasn't the one going behind my fiancée back and banging my boss."

"Banging," I repeated. "Jenna and I didn't have..."

Hayley punched my chest and I forgot what I was going to say. I was in so much pain.

Hayley continued to punch me but I lost the energy to stop her. If Hayley didn't stop I was afraid she would do some serious damage.

Hayley's blows lessen as she started crying again. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't raise my arms.

"Hayley," I murmured.

Hayley didn't reply. She just looked down at me with expressionless eyes.

Something was wrong.

As I stared into her sad, deep, green eyes, I could tell that the kiss with Jenna was not what she was upset with. It was something else. Something else was bothering her.

"Hayley..." I repeated.

Hayley shook her head slowly as she finally got off me. I wanted to get up with her, but when I tried too, I felt a sudden pain in my chest. I fell back down on the ground.

"I'm sorry," Hayley whispered, her back turned to me. "I didn't mean to let my emotions get the best of me."

"Hayles...sweetie..."

Hayley shook her head again. "I should have known that this wouldn't last. I should have known that when I put the hiatus in the wedding you won't wait for me anymore. I hurt you in the worst way...

"Hayles..."

"This is probably my punishment for hurting you."

            I furrowed my eyebrows. Was she still not over...

            "No," she said suddenly, turning to me. She bent down to my level and combed her hands through my hair. I closed my eyes and I felt her fingers message my scalp. I forgot how good this could feel.

            "I'm over the Zac incident," she said, answering the question I never asked out loud. "The separation helped...though I hate to admit it. Zac and I are back in track and my issues had been resolved." She paused of a minute, still running her fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes and used the energy I had left to raise up my hand and try to touch her cheek, but Hayley shook her head. "Tonight..." she continued. "Tonight was the night that I was going to ask you to forgive me.  I was going to tell you I was stupid and wrong and that I wanted to get back together."

            "Hayles..." I interjected, making my voice a little louder.

            Hayley ignored me as she continued on. "I was also going to tell you that the wedding was never cancelled."

            "Ha-....wait...what?"

            "The wedding was never cancelled," she repeated. She removed her hands from my scalp and lightly traced my cheek. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't cancel on all those stuff we did. The reception area, the catering, the flowers...I couldn't do it...I refused to do it. I really wanted to marry you Josh. I wanted to be with you forever and ever.

            Hayley paused for a second before continuing.

"I forced myself to pick myself up and. It was hard at first. I mean, I held the blame for three years and I was so certain it was my fault. But with the help of Zac, Jeremy, Sarah...you...I managed to get through it."

"Wanted?" I repeated, thinking about what she was saying. I couldn't help but notice that she was talking about wanting to be with me in past tense. Did she not love me anymore? Had the distance we had to go through make her realize that she was better off without me? Was I the problem?

Hayley looked up down at me, smiling a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She placed her hands on my chest and I winced. Hayley noticed but she didn't remove her hands...I think she might have pressed my chest a little harder.

A tear escaped her eye.

"I can't be with a person who cheated on me. I'm sorry Josh."

My eyes widen in surprise.

Cheating?

Why is she thinking that?

The only thing that happened between me and Jenna was...oh...

She thought I cheated on her.

Hayley removed her hands away from my chest and got up from the floor. She walked toward the open suitcase and started putting stuff in it but this time with more precision than she had before.

I just that explains her hostile expression when she saw me.

Why she attacked me three times.

Why she couldn't stand it when I tried to touch her.

            I forced myself to sit up from the floor and pain from nowhere erupted from all over my body.

            I groaned.

            "Hayley," I murmured.

            Hayley stopped folding the shirt she was holding and looked at me, trying to hide how she was feeling , but I knew her better than that.

            "I never cheated on you," I started.

            Hayley sighed. "Josh..."

            "I didn't," I repeated, getting a bit louder. "Hayles, you know how much I love you? Why would I do such a thing?"

            Hayley eyes narrowed. She was quiet for a couple of seconds. "You never loved me."

            I looked up at her, stunned that she would say such a thing.

            "And do you believe that Hayley?" I asked her, looking at her straight in her eyes.

            "Josh..." she began again.

            "Do you?" I repeated, using one of my hands to lift myself up. It hurt like hell and I was starting to see black spots, but I tried to ignore it. My pain didn't matter anymore, it was Hayley that was taking all my attention now.

            "Josh," she warned, this time a dangerous tone in her voice.

            "DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU?" I yelled at her. "DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT AFTER ALL WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH, I WOULD THROW IT ALL AWAY JUST BECAUSE MY BOSS HIT ON ME?"

            "Hit on..."Hayley repeated softly.

            The pain in my chest was reaching an excruciating level and black spots were swarming my eyes, but I ignored them as I continued to stare at Hayley; determined to prove how much she meant to me.

            "Jenna was the one started everything," I began.  "She had invited me to have dinner but I didn't trust her being alone with me so I asked a bunch of friends to come along and we could just have dinner at McDonalds or something. I tried to stay distant but friendly with Jenna but then she said that she lost her pen .The guys left and there was only a couple of people at the restaurant and she...she...she kissed me."

"Wait," interrupted Hayley.

I started to sway a little bit, losing focus of what I was seeing, but I forced myself to stay awake; I wasn't done talking with Hayley yet.

"She said she forgot her pen?" She gave me a skeptically look. "Isn't that the same thing Chad did a couple of months ago."

"Crap," I murmured. I knew something was fishy when she asked me to help me look.

Hayley gave me an amused look, folding her arms across her arms. "Do you actually expect me to believe this story? You could be lying through your teeth."

"I'M NOT LYING," I yelled. More black spots appeared and I tried to make them disappear but I couldn't. I was starting to lose focus. "I pushed Jenna away from me when she was starting to go too far. I told her that I loved you and I won't ever consider being with another woman. I told her nothing can get in the way our relationship."

Hayley stared at me silently.

I could feel myself start to sway and more black spots obscured my vision. It was only a matter of time before I passed out. I guess Hayley did more damage than I thought.

"Then why were you looking so guilty when I mentioned Jenna name?" Hayley asked me. "I don't think an innocent kiss would make you freeze the way you did."

"It's because...it's because..." I stammered, forcing myself to stay awake. My chest was aching too much and all I wanted to do was fall down and pass out already so all the pain would go away, but I refuse to do so until I persuade Hayley that I love her...even if it kills me.

"See," Hayley interjected angrily, picking up the shirt she was folding before. "You can't even give me a straight answer.

"That's because I'm fighting through the most awful pain I had ever felt," I argued.

"Regret can do that to you," mused Hayley putting her shirt in the suitcase.

Damn it. She wasn't believing me.

"THAT'S IT HAYLES," I yelled, the black spots temporarily disappearing from my vision. "THE ONLY REASON YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME IS THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO DAMN PESSIMISTIC? MAYBE THAT'S WHY IT HAS TAKEN YOU SO LONG TO GET OVER THAT INCIDENT THREE YEARS AGO.  YOU'RE BEING TOO UNREASONABLE."

The skinny jeans that Hayley was holding suddenly dropped in her hands. The face she made was so full of hurt. I bit my lip ring. I was letting my anger, frustration and pain get to me.

"GO TO HELL," Hayley exclaimed, hastily zipping up her suitcase.

"NO," I yelled back. With all the energy I could muster, I forced myself to get up from the floor. I Was feeling the worst pain in my life but I fought it as I wobbled over to Hayley.

Hayley's ignored me at first, but then when she glanced at me, her eyes widen as she saw me and she ran up to me, concern written all over her face.

"Oh my god," she whispered, holding me to her. It hurt like hell but I was still content that she was holding me in her arms and wasn't flinching. "I didn't mean to hurt you that bad."

Black spots were swarming in my visions and I had no energy to stop them. I was going to pass out in a matter of seconds.

"Why..."I began, my vision getting dimmer. "Why are you being nice to me one minute and then hating me the next?" The feeling of Hayley's finger through my soft hair was comforting, but I didn't understand why she was doing it, though she thought I was cheating on her with Jenna.

"Because...because..."she paused for a second. "Because even after what you did...I still love you."

I could feel my heart flutter at the words.

"But," continued Hayley. "I don't forgive you. Don't get those two things mixed up? Just because I still love you-"

"Jeremy," I said in a rasped voice, knowing I was about to pass out because of the agonizing pain. "Call Jeremy. He'll tell you...he'll tell you..." I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt myself passing out.

            Please believe me Hayley, I prayed. Please believe that I love you, only you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I love you too much and can't bear the thought of losing you.

            Those were the last words I thought before I passed out.

Hayley P.O.V.

            When Josh went limp into my arms, I almost went into a heart attack.

            I killed him, I thought. I killed the only man I had ever loved.

            I quickly put my fingers on his neck to check his pulse and almost danced in joy when I found it. His heart beat was going slow, but he was still alive.

            I didn't hesitate as I ran to my cell phone dialing 9-1-1 and telling them what happened. I may have embellished the story a bit. I wasn't going to tell them that I was a wreck and beat him up until he passed out, but I told them that he fell down the stairs and tried to shake it off, but then passed out in the bedroom.

            I was afraid that they would ask more questions and maybe some proof of what happened, but they bought the story and sent an ambulance right away.

            Right now, I was in the waiting room, my cell phone in my hand, debating whether or not to call Jeremy.

            He must known that the truth of what happened between Jenna and Josh. Josh told Jeremy everything and plus they worked together so he must know if Jenna and Josh hooked up more than once.

            I stared at the cell phone, unsure of what to do.

            One part of me was saying that I should speed dial Jeremy and ask about the situation. The other part of me was telling me to let it be, that Josh really cheated and I don't need Jeremy to confirm it so that my heart could break into more pieces.

            I sighed as I continued to stare at the phone.

            "Um...Miss," called a voice.

            I turned around and saw a petite nurse in a candy cane colored uniform, holding a small clipboard. She gave me an anxious look.

            "Do you happen to be the Hayley Williams that Josh Farro has been requesting...demanding to see."

            "Demanded," I repeated, looking up at her.

            "Yes, he has been very restless since he became conscious. He keeps on calling for a Hayley Williams and says that he won't calm down until he sees her."

            "Really?" I inquired. Maybe Josh didn't cheat after all. Maybe I was being a really big idiot and should listen to him. Or... maybe he was just feeling guilty and wanted to apologize before breaking up with me, marry Jenna and have a bunch of babies together.

            "Yes," answered the nurse, interrupting my thoughts. "His ribs are bruised and his restless movement are putting him in more damage and pain. His pain meds are wearing off and if he doesn't calm down soon we are going to have to sedate him."

"Sedate him," I repeated.

The nurse nodded her head and I remained silent.

I put my head down and closed my eyes together. I remember that the same thing had happened to me when I was in the hospital almost three weeks ago. I had felt so guilty, so ashamed, so unhappy, that I almost went into hysterics. If it wasn't for my family, I don't know how I would have gone through it.

"Are you coming Miss?" asked the nurse, giving me another anxious look.

I looked up again, having already made my decision.

"Sedate him," I told her. "Drug him until he forgets about me. I don't care. Just make it all the pain go away."

I jumped out of my seat and ran out to the exit with tears in my ears.

Maybe Josh was right. Maybe I was a pessimist. Maybe I didn't want to deal with the truth. Maybe I was just a huge coward.

If I called Jeremy right now, everything would be explained and I would find out whether Josh cheated on me or not.

But I couldn't.

I don't know if I can.

If Josh really did cheat on me, I don't know how I will be able to move on. He is my everything; my life, my love, my rock...how can I force myself to live without him?

I ran passed the automatic doors and kept running. Running away from the hospital. Running away from my memories. Running away from my soul mate. Running away from facing reality. Running away from everything I loved and cared about.

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 Surprisingly, this chapter was not difficult to write. It was a bit difficult to start it but once I did I just kept on writing. I would have finished this yesterday, but I had to go out and when I came back I lost my train of thought.

I have already started writing the next chapter so it will be uploaded soon.

A/N: So what do you think?

A little sneak peek.

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh my freaking God.

She knows. She freaking knows.

How the hell did word travel so fast? Less than three hours ago, Jenna was sucking my face and neck and now Hayley had her back facing me, clearly upset.

Shit. I knew I should have pushed Jenna away sooner.  I was just in so much shock from her kiss. It wasn't until she was trying to un-tuck my shirt from my pants and trying to rip it open when I finally had the power to push her away.

We were both breathing heavily and Jenna was blushing madly (Since she lost control in a public place)

She then asked me if I wanted to stay at her place and I told her no.

She didn't stop there.

She knew that something was going on between Hayley and I. She knew that I wasn't going through wedding jitters but something else. She said she had been watching me since the incident and figured that my change of mood was because of something with Hayley, that something had gone wrong.

I didn't confirm nor deny the statement. I just stayed silent.

Jenna came closer to me trying to persuade me to head to her apartment. She told me that she loved me, she wanted me...she needed me. Ever since she first saw me at the front desk at my first day of the job, she fell for me. That was why she was so keen in showing me around the building, why she introduced me to all her friends, why she was so overly friendly. It wasn't until she saw Hayley waiting for me at the lobby during my lunch break that she found out that I had a girlfriend.

She made herself  belief that I didn't really love Hayley, that it was all just a fluke so I won't be lonely. However, when she saw me come up to Hayley and gave her a long, kiss on the lips before dragging her around the building showing her around, forgetting about Jenna, was when she figured out I was head over heels in love with someone else.

During the last two years, she tried to hint to me that she liked me more than a friend but I never paid attention.

She told me that my fight with Hayley was a sign that Hayley and I didn't belong together, that we did. She kept on going on and on about us and how perfect we were for each other.

When she was done, she waited for my reply.

It took me all my will power to not go up to her an smack her. How could she be so stupid? Did she think I would be easily tempted to leave Hayley just because she was in love with me?

Jenna mistaken my silence for an agreement and tried to kiss me again, but I pushed her away. I told her...no...I yelled at her to get away, to take what she said about Hayley back, that she had no right to talk shit about Hayley. I told her that I loved Hayley with all my heart and I wasn't going to have some one night stand with her just because of some little squabble with Hayley. We have been through a lot of stuff together and I wasn't going to do something this stupid just because I was upset.

Jenna stared at me in shock. I guess she didn't expect for me to not agree. Why the hell would I?

Angry, I got up from the table and told her I was going to take an early vacation. I was actually close to quitting, but I wasn't sure if Fuel by Ramen would give me another internship just because my boss had a crush on me. In addition to that, and I wasn't going to let some chick push me away from something I love doing. She was going to work this out on her own.

I exited the restaurant and took a taxi to go back to the Fuel by Ramen Headquarters. Since I was going on vacation I figured that I might as well get my stuff just in case I decided not to come back.. Jeremy was still mad at me but when I told him what happen to the restaurant, his anger disappeared and he left work early so that we could hang out and talk about the situation.

We spent the rest of the evening in my car, talking about what happened and how I was going to have to break the news to Hayley.

I know Hayley will hate the fact that another girl kissed me.

And I know she will be furious with the fact that it was Jenna.

Furthermore, I know that she will be outraged when tell her that I had to literally pry Jenna off of me when she tried to remove my shirt from my pants.

I was in big trouble.

 I couldn't stand to watch as Hayley retched her hands away from me and turned her back towards me, trying to stop herself from crying.

I guess I had some serious explaining to do.

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A/N: Sorry, I didn't get the whole chapter done. I was sick today and it was hard to write. I will update soon.

I guess now you guys know that Josh is innocent. Now, tell me, how many of you guys actually thought that Josh cheated on her with Jenna?

Last part.

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Josh P.O.V.

I fumbled with my keys in my pockets, wanting to open the door quickly so that I could get to Hayley. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that was going to change our relationship for the better...or for the worst.

I cringed at the thought. Right now was not the time to be thinking negative thoughts. Hayley and I still loved each other and the separation was driving us crazy. The only reason I didn't move right back after I left was because Hayley needed the separation. She was still hurt with what happened three years ago and I knew that all my worrying would probably annoy the crap out of her.

I finally got the door opened and stepped inside. It was completely dark. Hayley must have fell asleep. I glanced at the clock on the dining room table, 10:45 P.M. I tilted my head to the side, since when did Hayley sleep that early.

I put my keys and work bag on a nearby table as I made my way to the bedroom. I was surprised to find that the door was locked. Was Hayley trying to avoid me? I tried to push that thought out of my head as I walked back to the dining room table and grabbed my keys which had the keys to the bedroom.

I quickly opened the door, trying to figure out if I was just over reacting or if Hayley was purposely avoiding me, but they all evaporated when I spotted Hayley with her back turned to me, softly snoring on the bed. I silently went up to her and sat next to her on the bed.

She was faking it. I could tell.

Firstly, Hayley was curled up to a ball, that maybe how she falls asleep but she never stays in that position when she starts to snore. Secondly, she wasn't cuddling the teddy bear that I gave her three years ago at some Fair we had went too. If we were ever apart, we would cuddy the teddy bears we gave each other because ever since we got together, we needed to cuddle to go to sleep. Thirdly, her breathing was off.  She was doing it at a constant pace...that's not how she sleeps. For a couple of minutes, she would be lightly snoring but soon after that that she would be eerie silent that I would sometimes check her pulse to make sure that she was alive; she usually is like that for an hour before I could hear her breathing again. Lastly, she still had her sneakers on which meant that she either rushed into bed went she heard the door open or she was too upset to take off her shoes and had been in bed for most of the day.

I sighed as I moved closer to her, putting my hands on her cheek, and lightly brushing my hands from her cheek down to her jaw.

Hayley didn't move.

I moved down to her shoulder all the way down to her waist.

Hayley still didn't move.

I bent down to her level and gently kissed her forehead, hoping that she would just stop pretending and open her eyes. Hayley tensed a bit, but that was it.

I guess she didn't want to talk to me. I could feel my heart break at the thought, but if that was what Hayley wanted then I guess I should leave.

I gave her another kiss on the forehead before I slowly stood up from the bed. What did this mean? Did she not want to see my face anymore? Did she hate me? Did she decide to really break up this time?

I could feel the tears coming on again. I grabbed my keys from the night table and was about to turn away, when I felt a familiar warm hand on my wrist.

I quickly turned around and saw Hayley sitting up from the bed, staring at me with her big, green, beautiful eyes.

"How was dinner with Jenna?" she asked.

Oh crap.

Hayley P.O.V.

I watched as Josh's face paled as I mentioned Jenna's name. I couldn't control the sob that came from my throat as I turned away from Josh.

I guess it was true.

Josh cheated on me.

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A/N: Hopefully I will be able to update tomorrow. I've already writen a couple of sentences already and have a lot of ideas in my head.

Thanks for reading.

 

A long chapter. Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

Josh P.O.V.

"...and so the dude was like that is so not fair. The lead singer is getting to much attention. It's like the freaking light bulb joke. You know, the one that goes how many lead singers does it take to change a light bulb?"

"And what's the answer?" asked Linda, pretending to eat a chilling fry, but putting in her napkin when no one was looking.

"One," replied Kevin. "The lead singer holds the bulb while the world revolves around him."

"Burn," exclaimed Jeremy, giving the dude a high five. Jeremy turned to me, and I gave him a half-hearted high five.

"Thinking about Hayley?" he whispered to me.

I gave him a look. "I wasn't actually...thank you for reminding me again."

"And how long was it this time?" he asked.

"Thirty seconds," I murmured.

"Goodness," he stated. "You are worst than usual. It is because of tonight."

"What do you think?" I muttered. "Tonight is the night that can change everything."

"Don't worry about it," advised Jeremy. "Hayley is missing you like crazy too. She is not going to let you go."

"Me neither," I replied. "...unless she doesn't love me anymore."

Jeremy slapped my arm. "Are you stupid?" he exclaimed. "How the-" He abruptly paused, and then gave a sheepish look.

"What is-?" I turned to the direction he was looking at and saw all of our co-mates giving us looks. I guess Jeremy had gotten a little bit too loud.

"Um..." Jeremy stammered, scrambling for something to say. "Gwen Stefani is so totally hotter than Amy Lee."

I gave Jeremy another glare, silent reprimanding him for coming up with something so stupid.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening and a bunch of co-workers decided to get dinner at McDonalds. Actually Jenna invited me and I brought a bunch of friend's with me, including Jeremy who I am starting to regret. He has been annoying all day.

"That's what you guys were murmuring about?" inquired Kevin, breaking into my thoughts, and stealing one of Linda's fries. I saw Linda grin, pushing the tray to Kevin who he smiled in glee. "With all the whispering, I thought you guys were talking about the upcoming wedding."

I felt my stomach flip at the thought of the wedding. The wedding that Hayley and I were suppose to have in less than three weeks, the wedding that probably won't happen.

"Um...Josh," called Kevin. "Why are you looking so depressed and emo? Did Hayley cancel on you or something?" I knew that it was a joke, but I couldn't help but wince at his words.

Before I could reply, Jenna came back to the table, carrying more fast-food junk. Linda eyes widen in horror. Behind Jenna, Craig, another co-mate was carrying the drinks and his twin, Charlie was carrying the desserts. They all set in on the middle and before they could even sit down, everyone except Linda and me had grabbed something to eat.

"Josh?" said Jenna softly, turning to me and giving me a small smile. "You're not eating."

"Not hungry," I muttered. The talk about the wedding had messed up my appetite.

"But you were munching down a Mars Bar just an hour ago, complaining how hungry you were."

I just shrugged as I leaned back on my chair and taking out my cell-phone, hoping to find another text message from Hayley. Even though I was trying to give her space, it was difficult to stay away from her for long. We called each other all the time, texted each other like crazy, and I usually stayed over at the apartment for most of the night. My co workers were starting to get tired of catching me texting during meetings.

 "Checking for another lovey- dovey message from your wife-to-be?" laughed Craig, grabbing a Big Mac and handing another to Charlie.

I didn't answer as I scrolled down my text messages, frowning since she didn't send anything. I checked the time. It had been two hours since I last replied her; I wonder what was taking her so long?

"Hey," I whispered to Jeremy. "Can you text Hayley and see if she is alright...or better yet, call Zac and ask if he is out of school so he can check up on Hayley. Or maybe..."

"Calm down," laughed Jeremy. "I think you are over reacting."

"But she didn't reply to my text," I argued. "Maybe she got sick, or maybe she got kidnapped, or worst, she got hit by another car again." I stood up from my seat, about to leave and go look for Hayley, when Jeremy pulled me back down.

My co-mates gave us weird looks, probably trying to figure out what was up with me. I was the one that was usually cool and collected but today I had been jumpy, grumpy, and a bit moody. Everyone thought it was about the wedding jitters but only Jeremy and I knew the truth.

I sighed as I checked my phone again, hoping to find a text from Hayley, but I found nothing.

I sighed in aggravation.

"Trouble with the planning?" asked Jenna with a smile.

"Nope," I answered. "Just a bit tired."

"Well," grinned Jenna. "At least we are all getting off early. Maybe we can hang out later."

"I think I will head home," I replied, taking out my phone again, checking to see if Hayley might have sent during the last fifteen seconds I had checked; there wasn't any. I am so weak.

Jenna frowned. "Come on, after work, everyone is going to go to this hot, new club; it's really exclusive. Luckily Kevin pulled some strings so we will have no trouble getting in."

"No thanks," I said absentmindedly, sending a small, sweet text to Hayley, still pondering the possibility that she maybe kidnapped.

Jenna groaned. "Why not? You are getting married in less than three weeks, to be exact, in two and a half weeks. You need to live a little before your time is up."

"Time is up?" I repeated, putting my phone in my pocket and grabbing a tray of fries, now starting to feel a bit hungry.

"You know," she began. "Time before you are stuck in a legal commitment for the rest of your live."

I raised an eyebrow at Jenna. "You make it sound like a death sentence."

"Well, that's because you are doing this way too early," replied Jenna.

"Are you kidding?"I scoffed. "If it wasn't for school, I would have proposed since the day she graduated from high school."

"That is so totally true," agreed Jeremy, pushing me his McNuggets. "You should have seen them. They were even more lovey-dovey than they are now...actually wait, I think they are the same."

"Don't you think you should explore your boundaries a bit more?" suggested Jenna, moving a little bit too close to me. "I mean, haven't you been dating Hayley since you were a freshman or something."

"Senior year," Jeremy and I said in unison.

"Oh yeah," said Linda, taking a sip of her Vitamin water. "I think I've heard the story."

"Me too," exclaimed Kevin. "And what a good story that was. I swear, when my brother told me it I was in freaking tears." He laughed. "You guys must be soul mates or something."

I blushed, which is something I rarely did. It was not like the thing was a secret. Everyone in Franklin knew about it, but I didn't think my co-mates did.

"Soul mates?" replied Jenna, leaning back and taking a sip of her Diet Dr. Pepper. "There is no such thing."

"I beg to differ," affirmed Kevin. "I mean, would you date your brother's girlfriend?"

"You dated your brother's girlfriend?" exclaimed Craig and Charlie together.

"Wait," started Jenna, staring at me wide eyed. "Are you telling me that before you and Hayley dated, she was dating Zac?"

"That's how they met," yelled Kevin, waving his bottle of Sprite around. I glared at him. He was having fun with this. "You see, Josh already had a girlfriend at the time and ignored her for two years until one day they were sharing this writer's class together in which they had sit near each other and before class was over, they were like best friends." He lowered his voice for dramatic effect. "This is where the drama begins."

"Oh god," I groaned, burying my face in my hands, praying to god that Kevin wasn't planning on telling the whole story.

"Oh yeah," said Jeremy sipping his Coke. I looked up and glared at him. "What?" he asked innocently. "This is an awesome story. I tell this all the time for Daniel to go to sleep, works like a charm." I gave Jeremy a look of disbelief.

"So," began Kevin, turning the attention back to him. "Now that Josh and Hayley were finally friends, Zac thought it would be fun to have a couple of double of dates. Josh and Hayley spent more time with each other and I guess some how they kind of fell in love."

I looked down. The story was a little bit inaccurate. I started falling for Hayley right after we shared a kiss in my now ex-girlfriend's car... with her and Zac in the front seat...but I certainly was not going to tell them that.

"Anyway," continued Kevin. "I guess both Josh and Hayley were trying to suppress it which kind of made them kind of distant with each other. I mean, Josh was falling for his brother's girlfriend and Hayley was falling for her boyfriend's brother, it was a complicated situation. They were even fighting."

Charlie gasped. "Josh and Hayley fight." I bit my lip from keeping myself from admitting that we were fighting right now. "I mean, the only fight that I can think about them having is who loves who more."

Everybody laughed with Kevin and Jeremy being the loudest. I glared at Jeremy but he didn't pay any attention to me as he turned to Kevin, waiting for him to continue. I was going to kick his stupid ass later before we leave for work. How could he be enjoying this?

"So," started Kevin again. "Hayley and Josh still kept their feelings a secret until around Christmas time two important events happened. Josh broke up with his girlfriend and Zac broke up with Hayley."

"Wait?" interrupted Linda. "I thought Hayley broke up with Zac so that she could be with Josh."

Kevin shook his head. "Nope, Zac broke up with Hayley because she was acting distant because of her feelings with Josh...except he didn't know she was having feeling for Josh, he just thought she was falling out of love with him or something like that."

"Oh," she said, taking another sip of her water. "I guess that makes sense."

I resisted the urge to groan at them. They were discussing this like it was a TV soap opera; it was kind of unnerving.

"So where was I?" asked Kevin. "Oh right, the Christmas thing. So anyway, now nothing could stand in the way of getting together, except themselves...and Zac. You see, he didn't mean to break up with Hayley. He was just so upset that she was being so distant and not talking much that he kind of let it slip. Hayley took it offensively and wasn't going to take it easily. Josh comforted both of them...mostly Hayley and they were friends again, until they got into another fight and were not talking again.  

On Christmas Eve, both Hayley and Josh were miserable at the party. They were so upset with each other and that was really bothering them. Hayley left the party early and Josh disappeared soon after her. Nobody heard about them until the next morning, when their family found them in her house about to make lunch. Apparently, Josh came over and they made up there, that's where he gives Hayleythe crystal necklace she never takes off. After that, they just hung out and fell asleep watching some Princess movie or something like that."

"Oh really?" interrupted Jeremy, grinning at me. "I heard a different version. I heard that Josh climbed up her window, declared his love which Hayley returned, and then had passionate, awesome..."

I jabbed Jeremy on the gut, giving him the coldest glare I had ever given anybody.

Before I could do anything else, I quickly turned to Kevin before he suspect anything and gave him a small smile. "Continue," I urged.

Kevin shrugged, not really caring what was going on with me and Jeremy.

I turned back to Jeremy, who was grinning widely at me. "Like you thought I wouldn't know," he whispered at me. "You were grinning for days."

"Keep it to yourself," I hissed. "My coworkers don't need to know about my sex life."

"The beginning of your sex life," corrected Jeremy, giving me his stupid grin again. "The day you became a man."

I growled. "Well at least I became a man before you did."

Jeremy scowled. I grinned. I knew that would shut him up.

"So anyway," began Kevin again, making Jeremy huff at me before turning his back to me. "Josh and Hayley were finally a couple. Everything was going great. They finally had each other, they were happy in love, everything was finally the way it was suppose to be...everything but Zac." He lowered his voice again. I rolled my eyes. That guy was such a drama queen. "They didn't tell Zac," continued Kevin. "They didn't tell anybody. It would be wrong for their friends to know and not Zac so for about three months it was a secret. After a Josh and Hayley decided that they were going to break the news to Zac but somehow Zac found out before they could tell them."

"How?" inquired Jeremy, giving me another stupid grin. I gave him a look. I wasn't going to kick his stupid ass, I was going to kill him.

Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. I heard that he walked on them making out in his room or something."

"Or something," Jeremy murmured loudly.

I stomped on his foot.

"Ow," he exclaimed loudly.

I pretended to not hear it as I turned my attention back to Kevin who was still continuing the story.

"So," he said. "Zac was completely heartbroken about it. I mean, this was his first love, his first girlfriend, his first everything. Angry at them, he started up his car and decided to take a little drive." Kevin paused for a minute. "Bad idea."

I looked down and started fidgeting with my hands. Even though I was over the situation, didn't mean it didn't hurt to think about it. Zac could have died. If the car swerved an inch closer to that nearby car, he could have been in a serious accident.

I bit my lip ring. Maybe I should tell Kevin to shut up.

"Oh," interjected Craig. "Is he the one that got in almost accident?  The one with the freaky squirrel that made all the cars swerve and almost crash with one another."

"The exact one," answered Kevin. "The guy was lucky. I mean, he could of lost his life, but he made it. However, he was still upset with the situation with Josh and Hayley. I mean, he just found out that his ex-girlfriend of a couple of months and his big brother loved each other and probably had been for a while. He was outraged, he was pissed off, he was angry. He tried to keep it in but when Josh and Hayley appeared in the hospital, he blew his lid. He told his parents that they were dating behind their backs and that was what really caused him to crash.

Their parents were upset. I mean, Josh was a straight-A student, part of the student council, and part-founder of the Music Club...and he was having a relationship with his brother's ex-girlfriend who he clearly wasn't over.

The parents at first didn't approve of the relationship; they couldn't. Zac was clearly not over Hayley and they just thought Josh and Hayley were just confused with their feelings. However, Josh defended his girl and proved to his family that he loved Hayley, that he cherishes Hayley, that he will never let her go no matter what, that Hayley was his. His parents then finally realized that those guys were head over heels in love with each other and gave them their blessings and now the remaining problem was Zac."

I looked around the table. Everyone was totally engrossed in the story, including Jeremy whose was staring at Kevin, his eyes begging for Kevin to continue. How pathetic.

But...

I couldn't help but kind of be interested true. Listening to this story really helped me realize how many things Hayley and I had been through over the past three years. I mean, I already knew but listening to Kevin tell the story kind of made me re-live it.

I took out my phone and sent a text to Hayley telling her that I was coming earlier tonight then I had planned. I really needed to see her. I just wanted to cuddle, hug, kiss, worship, and love her over and over again telling  her how much she means to me and that I wouldn't be able to bare it if I ever lost her. I would just die.

"Zac was livid," started up Kevin. "He hated the fact that his big brother now had everything he wanted. The girl, the attention, the awesome job at Fuel by Ramen...it was so unfair. I'm not sure what happen before last month, but Zac finally came out under his rock and he, Hayley, and Josh are all best buds again."

"Weren't Hayley and Josh fighting during that time though?" asked Linda. "I mean, I heard they were fighting for more than a year."

Everyone at the table looked at me, waiting for my reply.

I ignored them as I took a sip of my coke.

"Well?" inquired Kevin. "Aren't you going to confirm that?"

I sighed. "Why should I? My life is not some soap opera you can gossip about."

"But it sure sounds like it," jeered Jeremy, grinning. I glared at him. I was this close to jumping him and beating the crap out of him.

"What about you Davis?" asked Charlie, turning to him. "Didn't you know Josh since high school...maybe you have some details that we might of missed."

I turned quickly to Jeremy and bumped his leg, warning him to keep his mouth shut. Jeremy only gave me a mischievous smile turning back to Charlie.

I thought that Jeremy was going to start spilling all my personal secrets and reveal stuff on my sex life that he probably made up, but instead he just shook his head.

"No can do buddy. If I do that than Josh will start revealing stuff about me."

I resisted the urge to hit him on the head. Is that why he is keeping his stupid mouth shut?

"Whatever," shrugged Craig. He raised his arms, stretching. "Gosh Josh, and I thought you were a nice guy, who knew about that little rebel side of you."

"It's actually love," corrected Jeremy. "Or at least that what Josh says."

"Shut up," I muttered. "Or would you like me to tell them about the time that Sarah's dad walked on you and her and threaten to ripe out your-"

"Okay," shouted Jeremy, quickly getting out of his seat. "We should probably get back. Who wants to help me take out the trash?" Jeremy began collecting trays, glaring at me through the whole thing. I just smiled. Revenge can really be sweet.

I took out my phone and checked if I had any new text messages from Hayley. I frowned when I realized I didn't. I wonder if she is taking a nap.

"Josh," I heard a soft voice say. "Josh."

"Huh," I said, putting my phone back into my pocket, then looking up to see who was calling me. It was Jenna.

She smiled at me shyly. "Um...I lost my pen and I was wondering if it might have fell near your chair."

"Pen?" I repeated. "Couldn't you just get a free one at the front desk at the office?"

"Um...it was a pen from my late grandmother, it means a lot to me."

"I guess," I mused. "What does it look like?"

"It's...uh..."

"Jenna," called Linda, holding a small McDonald's bag. "We are all heading back to the car pool van. Are you going to follow us to the office in your BMW or are you staying here for a while."

"I'm going to stay for a while. Josh and I are looking for something."

"Fine," shrugged Linda, heading out. I saw Jeremy come from behind her but he barely acknowledge me. I didn't really care. He would forgive me in an hour or so.

When all the guys left, Jenna and I started looking for a pen. We looked everywhere; at the tables, the chairs, the floor-I was even about to check the garbage, but Jenna assured me that it wasn't there.

Currently, we were on the dirty floor again and I was under the chairs, looking for the pen. I was about to get up, when Jenna neared me and we bumped heads.

"Oww," I complained, rubbing the place where we hit heads.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, rubbing her forehead also. "I didn't see you there, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I told her, getting up. "Maybe a little dizzy, but I'll be okay."

I rubbed my forehead again, where I felt a small lump forming. Just great. I really hope I didn't have a huge bump.

"I'll go get us some ice," she addressed, lightly touching my bump. I winced. She turned around and grabbed a bottle of water and put it on my head. I made a sign of relief as I sit down, my head starting to feel a bit better.

"I am so sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have ever-"

"It's okay," I interrupted, taking her hands of the bottle and pressed it a little bit more on my head. "It's not like you did it on purpose."

Jenna chuckled. "I could have...if I wanted to keep you here longer."

I raised an eyebrow at the statement, but didn't say anything. Jenna is not that into me...I think.

"So," started Jenna. "Are you sure you won't be able to the club tonight?"

"I can't," I replied. "I'm really busy tonight."

"But what about the other nights?" she asked. "You didn't have problems before."

"That's because they were business meetings. I really hated going to those hotels so far away from home. Last night, I didn't make it home until almost midnight. Why do these people like hotels so much...and why the hell do they keep on changing it every night?"

Jenna giggled. "Come on, at least we sealed the deal last night so you don't have to worry about wasting gas again."

"And what's with the expensive rooms," I went on. "I mean, to hold a meeting in a ballroom, do they want to flaunt their money at us or something?  And don't get me started on those stupid keys we need because the meetings are that 'exclusive' and..."

"Okay," interjected Jenna laughing. "I think I get it. You hate hotel meetings."

"There's no such thing," I argued. "They made it up just to flaunt their stupid money."

Jenna laughed. "You are such a hypocrite. You make a lot of money too."

I shrugged. Jenna and I almost made the same amount though she had been working here longer than I was. A lot of people were jealous at the fact...some still were. "Hayley is really lucky to have you," continued Jenna interrupting my thoughts.  I shrugged again, trying hard not to show any depressing emotions when he said her name.

Jenna removed the bottle of water from my head and looked at the bump on my head.

"It's not that bad," she whispered. "If we put a little make up on it, nobody will notice." She lightly touched it and I winced. It still hurt.

"Sorry," she whispered again.

"That's okay-"

"No," interrupted Jenna. "Not about that...about this."

Before I could question what she was talking about, Jenna lips touched mine.

I stood frozen, in shock.

I felt Jenna's hands go around me and push me down to the chair.

Oh crap.

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A/N: I didn't expect to make a chapter this long or to re-tell the story, it just happened. But I'm glad I did, just in case you guys forgot what happened.

I had the third part ready but I'm going to have to re-write it because I wrote that part before I wrote this one. (Don't know why) I want to do another update today, but I have to go to church later today so I might have to upload it tomorrow. So don't worry, I will update Part III soon.

Part One. Enjoy!!!

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Who Would Have Thought

2 and a half weeks later

Hayley P.O.V.

I opened my eyes and sighed as I threw the comforters on the floor.

"Damn it," I yelled, getting off of the bed and looking at the time. It was only 4:00 P.M., seven more hours until Josh was suppose to come visit.

Visit? Why did I even think that? How the heck can you visit your own home?

"Damn it," I yelled again, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the wall.  

I felt so lonely. Josh usually worked in the early mornings so that we could spend the afternoon and evenings together but now he stays there until 11: 00 P.M. burying himself with work. He didn't even live here anymore. He slept, ate, and chilled out at Jeremy and Sarah's place now.  He said that he wanted to give me space so that I could think things out. He still came over every night and talked to me and made sure that I was alright, but he was away for most of the time.

I grabbed my side kick from the night stand and thought about texting Josh, just to see how he was, but I wasn't sure if he would reply. Jeremy told me he was in the middle of managing a new record from some small town band from Ohio.

"Ugh," I groaned, getting back on the bed, and going through my contact list. What person will be able to take my mind of Josh for seven  hours and who already knew about what was going on between us?

We haven't told anybody about the impasse.It was a secret, actually I made it a secret. I had begged Josh not to tell. He didn't understand why but didn't complain, probably thinking I was about to have a melt down or something.

There was a reason why I didn't want to whole world to know about the impasse and tonight Josh was going to find out why. I haven't told anybody why, not even Zac whose been persisting since the accident. I know that if I tell Josh he will probably understand, maybe even thank me...well I hope he does.

 I sighed; that took everybody off the list except Zac, Jeremy, and Sarah...and they were all busy. Zac had classes, Jeremy was at work, and Sarah was helping out at Daniel's pre-school; maybe I should have went when she offered me to come.

I closed my eyes, still thinking about what I could do to pass the time away. My thought wandered to my last full day with Josh. It was the morning after the incident and he was packing his suitcase.

I had only woken up five minutes ago and almost freaked out because I didn't see Josh next to me and I thought he must of finally left me after all the heart ache I put him through. But when I was looking around the room, trying to figure out where he was I realized that he was only a few feet away and he was trying to stuff some black polo shirt into a suitcase. It took me a while to figure out what Josh was doing and almost freaked out again. I didn't want him to leave me.

Before I could even say anything, Josh calmed me by saying that he wasn't going to be gone long. He said I probably needed space away from him so that I work out my feelings properly. I was about to protest, but Josh interrupted me saying that this was for the best. He told me that before we can ever reconsider him coming back I needed to work out my feelings and try to get over the incident three years ago. He felt like he was part of the problem. I tried to protest again, but Josh wouldn't let me. His mind was already made up.

When he left I broke down crying. Before he even left, tears were streaming down my cheeks.. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that we were actually separating. I felt so bad about everything that happened between us but I knew he was right...but that didn't make it that much easier.

Josh had saw my distress before he left and he gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, telling me that everything is alright and if I needed anything to call him. I took him on that offer. I called him almost every hour and he calls me every half hour. Zac caused that obsession but I just told him it was love.

Zac and I had grown closer over the last two weeks. I figured that since he was kind of the problem, that maybe talking and hanging out with him might help fix it. We were now almost best friends again. We talked about everything. We talked about what happened during the last three years apart, our past, family, and Josh (I would have to force it out of him, he thinks we talk about it too much), and just about everything else.

Josh.

I sighed as I thought about him, cuddling the teddy bear he gave me at some Fair three years ago. I missed him so much. I hate the feeling of him not near me, I hated that he had to leave me because I couldn't get a handle of my feelings from the incident three years ago. I felt so pathetic.

I held the teddy bear tighter as I continued to think about Josh.

He didn't let me stay in this apartment alone. Sarah and Daniel were temporarily living here to keep me company. Sarah always tried to distract from thinking about Josh by making me on massive shopping trips and play-dates with Daniel but today I just wasn't in the mood.

Josh's mom had called me earlier today and told me that my wedding dress was almost ready. She told me that I was suppose to go for one last fitting to make sure everything was perfect. I told her that I will make the appointment and to thank her for all she done. I am usually a bad liar but I manage to do a decent job. I guess Josh's lessons were coming in handy.

Josh.

I sighed again. I gently but the teddy bear on the side of the bed before getting off,  thinking about taking my fifth shower of the day. As I went to the living room, trying to remember where I put my bathroom slippers, I heard something vibrate.

I left my side kick at the night table in the bedroom and knew that at this distance, I shouldn't be able to hear it. I looked down at the small, glass table beneath me where I thought I heard it. The thing vibrated again and I bent down and moved the music magazines to the side trying to figure out what was making that sound.

Something silver caught my eye and I quickly figured out what it was before I even found it. . It was Josh's phone. He must have left it when he came over yesterday. I raised an eyebrow. It wasn't his iPhone, but his Razor phone, his work phone.  Josh is going to be pissed when he realizes that he forgot it.

I opened it, about to call him and tell him that he left his phone here when I noticed a familiar name flashing in the middle of the screen.

"You've got to be kidding me," I murmured.

I thought about opening the text message and reading what she had to say but thought better of it. I was never one of those snoopy, nosy girlfriends and I don't plan on ever being one.

I was about to put the phone back and call Josh on my side kick when his phone vibrated again, another text message...by the same person.

"Can't this girl ever give up," I muttered, about to close the phone but my hand accidently touched a button on his phone and the text message open.

When do u want to get dinner, I'm starvin'?

            I rolled my eyes at the message. When will Jenna ever learn? Josh doesn't like her; he never did so why would he want to ...

            Another text message was sent and I rolled my eyes again as I opened it. I already read one; it wouldn't hurt to read the next one.

            Why r u not pickin up ur phone? Don't tell me ur gettin tired of me?

                I wanted to text her back and say to buzz off and to stay away from Josh when the next text message stopped me on my tracks.

                We had a great night at the hotel yesterday. We should have a repeat.

            Hotel? I thought about yesterday. Josh had come over later than usually, almost around midnight. He apologized like a thousand times but I thought nothing of it. We usually just spent the night chilling out and watching late night shows so it wasn't that big of a deal; he didn't even leave the apartment until around 3 at night.

            This Jenna must be delusional I thought. Why would she and Josh go to a hotel? The only reason to get a hotel is...

            I scrunched my eyebrows. Josh and Jenna couldn't have...Josh would never...

            I couldn't help myself as I began looking through all the texts Jenna had sent to Josh. I started all the way to the beginning, which I found out on Josh's first day of work.

            I muttered curse words as I began scanning through the text messages, not happy with what I was reading. The first couple of texts that Jenna had sent were kind of formal, but after about a month, they changed to flirty. I read some of Josh's replies and smiled. He still remained formal and distant with her.

            But as I continued reading I noticed that Jenna never gave up. Even when she found out that Josh was in a relationship, she had still pursued. I also noticed that Josh was kind getting less formal with her and more friendly.

Damn him and his stupid niceness.

When I finally reached the recent texts, I noticed that Josh and Jenna had became closer during the time that Josh had moved out. They went to lunch a couple of times, they texted little jokes to one another, and he even came over to her apartment to help her with her furniture. That last one angered me a little bit.

Jenna: Josh. Everythin is ready? When are you comin?

Josh's reply: In a couple of mins.

Jenna reply: U better hurry up. We don't have much time. Hayley might b upset if u get home late

Josh's reply:  Then y do u pick hotels that r far away? Its a waste of gas

Jenna reply: U didn't complain yesterday.

Josh's reply: That's cuz you kept on distracting me that I didn't even have time to say anything. We barely even talked.

Jenna Reply: Whatever. Its all gonna be worth it in the end

Josh reply: Ditto...I reached the hotel. Which room r we using this time?

Jenna Reply: It's a surprise

Josh Reply: I hope u didn't book the honeymoon suite 

Jenna Reply: What if I did?

Josh Reply:  Not complain', they always give awesome room service

Jenna Reply: Ha, ha. Just meet me at the lobby. I already got the key. See U.

Josh Reply: See u.

I dropped Josh's phone, shock written all over my face. Josh couldn't be having a cheating on me with Jenna, could he? I mean, he was too busy with work...could that be his excuse? Could overtime at his work actually be overtime with Jenna?

 I picked up his phone again and studied the recent text messages trying to figure out if there was another meaning to what I was reading, but I as I re-read them, I couldn't think of anything but the obvious.

I threw Josh's phone away from me, frustrated about everything.

Josh never mentioned to me his recent closeness to Jenna. Or the fact that they hung out almost every single day since the break. Even during this break, we still talked about everything. Was he really cheating on me with Jenna?

I shook my head at the thought. Josh would never do that. He loves me to much...at least I think he still does.

            "Ugh," I groaned, laying on the floor.  Maybe I could call Zac and ask for information. I know that Josh calls him every day so he might know something about the Jenna situation.

            I groaned again. I shouldn't do that. If I do that, I would feel like one of those girlfriends who never trust their boyfriends around women. I trusted Josh. I know that he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

            But...

            Maybe Josh didn't want to be with me anymore. Maybe his feelings for me transferred to Jenna? Maybe he was growing impatient about everything and decided to give Jenna a chance...or maybe I was just over thinking it.

            Josh's phone vibrated again. I turned my head away from it, trying to resist the temptation of reading it. It only lasted thirty seconds.

            I quickly went to Josh's phone and opened the text, reading it quickly, praying to God that it wasn't who I thought it was.

            Jenna: Glad u agreed. Instead of the hotel, we should go 2 ur or mine apartment.  See u later

                I dropped the phone and heard a small smash; it must of broke. I just pushed the pieces with my feet trying not to let the text message get to me.

            Josh and I were going to need to have a serious talk when he gets home. I just hope it won't be for the last.

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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I was planning a double update but I didn't have time to finish the next chapter so I will upload it tomorrow.

Enjoy!!

 

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Who Would Have Thought

I am so sorry," Zac whispered.

"It's okay-"

"Not about that," interrupted Zac. He lifted his hands off her back and looked at Hayley straight in the eyes. "It isn't your fault that you and Josh aren't engaged anymore...it's mine.

Hayley P.O.V.

I stared at Zac in confusion, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"What?" I inquired. "How is it-"

Zac put his hand up to stop me from talking. "Let me finish."

I paused for a second.

"How is this your fault Zac?" I asked him. "You didn't do anything wrong-"

"That's where you are mistaken," stated Zac. "It was entirely all my fault." He paused for another second.. "Do you want to know how I found out that you and Josh were together?"

I shook my head no. Josh and I had concluded that he must of spotted us kissing or doing something affectionate. We weren't really sure and we tried not to think about it much.

"Well," began Zac. "I had just got home from a record store and was going to go upstairs to change my clothes before I headed to Taylor's because he, Aaron and I were going to the movies earlier. I went to the fringe, got a packet of Oreos and headed upstairs." He paused again. "When I came upstairs...I heard...I    heard...I actually don't need to tell you that, so I will skip that...Anyway, I was planning on going back downstairs for a certain purpose but the door moved and opened by itself and I was about to close it when I saw..." He paused again. "Do you remember what happened a couple of hours before you got the call that I was in the hospital, anything particular?"

I tried to rack my brain for the events that had happened that day. I remembered that I was stressed out because on that day because Josh and I were finally going to admit to Zac that we were going out. Josh was really worried about me but started distracting me with kisses. One thing led to another and we were already on his bed and so we...

"Oh my god," I gasped. "You saw Josh and I...in bed...oh my god...Zac I'm so..."

Zac shook his head. "I was over that a long time ago Hayley, plus that is not the point."

"Then what is?" I asked, still horrified of the fact that he had saw Josh and I having sex.

"My point was that the main reason that I was upset was not only because you were with Josh but it was your love for him. I hated the way that you had looked at him; the way you guys held each other, the way you guys said that you loved each other. It was everything that I wanted to happen between you and I. I wasn't ready to let you go and before that day I wasn't sure that you felt the same way. I didn't even suspect that you may have liked another guy...or loved another guy until that day.

 Seeing you guys set me on edge. It helped me realized why you guys use to fight so much, why you guys were suddenly best friends after we broke up, why you always seemed so  happy together, why Josh snuck out of the house almost every night, why you didn't accept that Christmas gift I had given you three years ago. I was angry, frustrated, shocked, depressed; I wanted to do something reckless and so I threw two vases on the walls, but that didn't' help. I grabbed my car keys and decided to go on a drive to try to clear my head. I was on a rampage. I flipped drivers off, I yelled at random people, I almost ran over people walking in the cross walks and I was in crying in hysterics."

I cringed at the last part. "I'm so-"

Zac shook his head. "I'm not done yet." I closed my mouth. It was hard to not interrupt. I wanted to apologize for all the pain I cause him but Zac wouldn't let me. I guess he really was over it.

"So," started Zac ruining my reverie. "While I was on a rampage and crying, I hit a tree and a squirrel flew out in front my car which almost caused my car to hit another car which could have hit another car and so on. I passed out and a person who was driving nearby saw the accident and called 911. I was passed out and dizzy most of the time so I don't remember anything else. I didn't even know you guys were coming until the nurse bandgaging my head told me.  I had no idea you guys were coming. When my mom, dad, and Isabelle came, I thought that was it...but it wasn't." Zac took a deep breath before continuing.

I almost went into shock when I saw you guys run in. When I first saw you the first thing I felt was relief and love for you...but it all evaporated when I noticed you were wearing Josh clothes.  I became angry at you, Josh, myself. I hated what you had did and how you seem carefree about it.

When you ran outside and Josh followed you, I flipped out on my parents and revealed that you guys were dating. I was just so furious that I wanted everyone to pay. I couldn't stop crying and so my dad order Isabelle to walk me to the bathroom as he talked to you guys. I wanted him to order you guys to break up and come back to me and we would try to work everything out but...but..."He paused again. "I over head the argument Josh was having with our parents. I heard how much he loved you and cared about you and how he refused for continue to pretend that you guys weren't together. I never seemed him so passionate with anything besides music and it bothered me. I didn't want him to love you, I didn't want you to love him, I didn't want you guys to want each other but you guys did.

I witness you guys leave and I became even more upset. I knew that we had already broken up and I shouldn't care that you chose him over me, but I did. When I got home and I ran upstairs I trashed the room because that is where you guys...anyway. I went on another drive to try to clear my head again. I was a little dizzy because of my small concussion but I managed to keep my cool this time.

I didn't realize the ass I was becoming until Josh moved out of the house. He had taken the last of his stuff and said good bye to Isabelle, mom, and dad when I finally realized that he was really leaving, and probably for good. The family was falling apart.

Mom, dad, and Isabelle were all sad and worried about Josh leaving the house and called him almost every day which made me so jealous and angry. I was so envious of the attention he was getting. Before he left, people were paying attention to me but now that he was living in Nashville, all the attention when to him which made me hate him again. However, after a couple of weeks of not seeing or hearing Josh I started to miss him too and was actually considering talking to him about it, but I still wasn't sure that I could handle it.

Plus, I heard that you and Josh were having problems and I was secretly hoping that you guys were going to break up. I kept tabs on the news with Emily or over heard late night conversations with my parents. Everyone I knew were worried about you two. They were afraid that after all the crap you guys went through you guys might break up in the end with all the tension that was building between you two. I heard that you were trying to push him away but Josh wasn't letting you and that you tried to break up with him over a hundred times but Josh wasn't listening.

I thought for sure that Josh was going to give up but he never did. It showed to everyone just how much he loved you with brought him even more attention.

For almost 15 months you guys were fighting and everyday my hopes were running higher and higher that you guys would break up. When prom neared I heard that you were going to senior prom with a guy named Hunter Lamb, I thought for sure that you guys might have broken up. Emily said you guys hadn't been talking for a long while but weren't official broken up yet. That gave me more confidence and I was going to work up the nerve to talk to you.

On the day before the prom I had went to your house so that I could finally talk to you about our relationship. Your mom opened the door, a bit surprised to see me. She had just called my mom and thought she had sent me for whatever she called my mom for. She told me that you had been gone for a while and weren't picking up your phone. Your prom dress was ripped to shreds and the room was trashed. She was afraid that you might have had a melt down and ran away. Plus Hunter had called and wanted to talk to Hayley because they were supposed to meet for breakfast but you never showed. Everyone was looking for you the whole day and people were scared that you might have been hurt. It wasn't until late at night when you phoned Sarah that everybody had relief. I had fell asleep in my room and didn't know about your whereabouts until the following morning.

You don't know how pissed I felt when I found out that Josh had snuck up to your room in the middle of the night and whisked you away to his apartment to talk. I was even more pissed when I found out that you guys had made up and you were planning on moving with him the day after summer vacation.

I still had a little hope that you guys might break up before then. That you guys might have realized that you guys weren't good for each other or you didn't love him as you use too. r. I didn't even care if you didn't get back with me; I just didn't want you and Josh to be together anymore.

It wasn't until when you finally left Franklin to go to Nashville did I realize that it was never going to happen. When you stopped coming to Franklin often and started staying more time in Nashville was when I finally decided to finally get over you. It had hurt me, on the day you left, that you had said good bye to everyone but me; but I knew that it was pretty rational. If you had came to visit me I probably would have tried to get you back again.

It was kind of hard to get over you. I mean you were my first kiss, my first love...my first everything; but I forced myself to. I knew that if I didn't try to change then I probably will just make everything worst for everybody and they will probably think I have some mental problem since I was still hung up over my first girlfriend who I had dumped a year ago.

At that time I wasn't even sure I loved you anymore. I just wanted you to be with anybody but Josh but I knew it wasn't going to happen. It took me a while, but I finally got over the issue and when I did how much I screwed up.

I really wanted to talk to you guys. I missed you like crazy and it was almost a year and a half since the innocent. I thought that maybe I could go over to your guys apartment and  ee if we could at least try to make peace but then I heard that you guys were so happy together and how a wedding would be coming up soon..." Zac voice broke as he looked down. "I'm really sorry Hayles." He looked me in the eyes. "If it wasn't for me freaking out in the hospital 3 years ago...if I had tried to make peace...if I had not been such a dumbass about the incident..." He looked down again. "I'm so sorry."

I looked up at Zac, my face probably emotionless. I didn't know what to say, act, or do after Zac confessed to me. I felt really about the incident three years ago but he and Josh were clearly over it. I was the only one left.

I still felt a bit guilty about almost ruining Josh and Zac's relationship. I also still felt guilty about almost ruining their family. But if those guys were over it, why couldn't I?

I didn't really pay much attention to Zac as his phone vibrated and he took it out. He quickly looked at it, texted back, and said something to me. I still didn't pay attention to him. I was too deep in thought.

I didn't even notice that he left the room or that someone else entered it until I felt the familiar hands on my waist and a head  laying on the crook of my neck.

I sighed in contentment as I felt him nuzzle his nose on my neck, pulling me closer to him. I slowly turning around, hoping that it wasn't a dream, that he was actually here with me and still cared about me and wanted me even after all the crap I put him through.

The first thing I saw was his warm, chocolate, inviting eyes staring intently at me. He remained expressionless and the only thing that betrayed his emotion him were his big, brown eyes...shining with love.

I didn't say anything as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I missed him so much.

Josh didn't break the silence, as he laid down and put me on top of him, stroking my hair softly, whispering words of comfort ...the same thing he did after the accident.

"Jo...Jo...Josh," I began. "I...I..."

"Shh," he soothed, lightly combing my hair with his fingers. "We'll talk about it later."

"But...but..."

Josh shook his head and softly kissed my forehead. "Not now sweetie. We'll have time later, right now, we need to worry about getting you better."

"But..."

Josh sighed before bending his head to my level and giving me a small kiss on the lips. I automatically stopped talking and was about to kiss him back when he pulled away and rested his forehead with mine.

"Later," he whispered to me.

I didn't argue as I rested my head on chest and closed my eyes. Josh started making soothing circles on my back and continued to murmur relaxing words in my ears. I could feel myself start to lose myself in the drowsiness. Before I completely submerge into the sleep, I murmured the words I had been dying to say to Josh since he entered here.

"I love you," I murmured.

"I love you too Hayles," he replied softly, just before I fell asleep.

   Josh P.O.V.

I picked up Hayley from her side of the car, closed the door and made sure it was locked before I headed to our apartment. She had fallen asleep as I drove her home, probably drained from the accident of this afternoon and talking to Zac; she had been taking small naps all day but now she was finally sleeping. I was tired also and ready to fall asleep myself but I wanted to make sure Hayley got in bed properly before I did anything else.

I dug the keys from my pockets and managed to open the door while still carrying Hayley. I closed the door with my foot and began walking to our bedroom. I wasn't planning on sleeping with her tonight. I still wasn't sure where we stood and if she would feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with me...or sharing the same apartment.

I sighed softly as I gently laid her on the bed and wiped a stray hair that was on her face.

"Josh," she murmured.

"I'm right here," I murmured back.

"Don't leave me," she said, but this time a little more louder. "I don't want to lose you. Stay...stay...please...."

"Hey," I said, sitting beside her on the bed. She must have been having a bad dream. "I promise I won't leave you. I'll stay right here.

"Don't leave...just stay for tonight," she repeated. "I...I need you."

I tried to fight back tears as I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her in her sleep like state.  "I...I need you too babe."

She was still for a while, only breathing softly. Finally she said something that brought hope to my bruised heart...

"I never meant to hurt you. I'm just so confused."

 "Don't worry," I whispered to her.  "I will help you get through it all."

"Promise?"

"Promise," I repeated.

She sighed before turning around in her bed and so now she was facing me. Without hesitation I kissed her softly on the forehead, and she snuggled closer to me. She was silent. I guess the bad dream was over.

I didn't really sleep that night even though my body was screaming for me to do so. I just watched Hayley sleep. I wasn't sure when we would do this again and I just wanted to use this opportunity  in case it didn't come back again.

I could feel my heart ache at the thought. So much had changed in the last 24 hours. Will anything be back to normal?

"I love you Joshie," Hayley muttered with a sigh. "I love you so much."

I smiled as I gently put my hand on her cheek.

"And I love you too Ms. Hayley Williams."

She frowned. "It's actually Mrs. Hayley Farro, I got married yesterday."

I couldn't contain the grin that spread across my cheeks.

"My bad...Mrs. Hayley Nichole Farro."

She smiled and rested her head on the crook of my neck. "That's better."

She had no idea.

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Hayley P.O.V.

I took a deep breath of fresh air as Chad and I headed outside. We were finally here in Nashville, just a couple of miles away from Franklin.

We were waiting for my parents to pick us up at the airport and take us to my house where I will be staying until the wedding. Chad was going to stay at a distant cousin's.

 "If you smile even wider, it's going to become permanent," joked Chad.

            "I can't help it," I stated honestly. "I'm finally home."

            "Hayley," cried a familiar voice. I turned around. Bekah was running toward me with Sarah right behind her. "Oh Hayley, I've missed you so much. You have to move back to Franklin." She attacked me with a bear hug. "You have to tell me everything. You're mom says you have big news, what could it..." She stopped when she saw the ring on my finger. "Oh. My. God. Are you engaged?" She glanced at Chad who nodded his head.

            "Please don't start telling people," I begged.  We're plan on telling them at the engagement party next Saturday."

            "My lips are sealed," promised Bekah. "I'm a better secret keeper than I was in high school. I never told anybody about the time we had skipped school to go that Jimmy Eat World concert when we were freshmen."

            "What?" asked my mom, coming from behind her. "Did I just hear that you guys had skipped school when you guys were freshman in high school?"

            "No," Bekah said quickly. "I just said...um...that we had wished to skip school on that day." My mom raised her eyebrows. I knew she didn't believe it.  Bekah gave me an apologetic look.

            "The past is the past," said Sarah, trying to change the subject. "What matters is that Hayley is here now."

            "You're right," agreed my mom. She turned to me. "Your dad had to go to work and regrets not being here. But he'll be home early in the afternoon to make sure you're settled. We got someone else to drive us to the airport. He's waiting the car with Emily."

            "Awesome," I said grabbing my duffel bag and two out of the many suitcases I had brought. Chad followed behind me, rolling his suitcase and some of mine. The girls helped also.

            "Oh my god," began Bekah, as we headed to the car. "This is going to be so fun.  Since you came three weeks early before Sarah's wedding, maybe you can help...unless you want to start planning your wedding first?

"That's okay, I don't mind," I answered with a shrug. "Chad and I weren't going to start anything official until a month after. We were just going to check out churches, reception halls, and look for caterers."

"That's still a lot," commented Bekah, opening the car trunk to the passenger van. "Do you think you'll be able to make it to the rehearsal dinner on Friday; if you're not too tired?"

"Sure, "I replied. " I want to see Jeremy again. He is such a cool guy."

Sarah smiled. She put a suitcase in the trunk. "That's why I picked him. I remember seeing him in the distance in high school."

"He was such a weirdo," remarked Bekah, closing the trunk after we put the rest of the suitcases in.  "I mean, who wears that many laces? You are lucky he doesn't dress like that anymore...at least not in public."

"Hey," pouted Sarah. "Don't make fun of my fiancée."

"I'm not," argued Bekah. "I was just making a point."

"No you're not; you were making fun of him."

"No I wasn't."

"Yeah, you were."

"No I wasn't."

"Yeah, you were."

"Are they like this all the time," whispered Chad.

"You should see them at sleepovers," I stated. Chad chortled as he got inside the back seat of the car. I followed him. I couldn't wait to go home to see more people. Living with Chad was cool, but I was home-sick a lot; now he will see me in my element. Bekah and Sarah took the seats in front of us still arguing. I saw Emily who smiled at me and gave me a small wink as my mom took the passenger seat. I laid back on the chair, resting my head on Chad's shoulder, closing my eyes.

"Does everyone have everything?" asked a familiar voice. My eyes shoot open. I quickly got up almost hitting my head on the car ceiling. I took a deep breath as I glanced at the driver's seat. It took all my will power not to gasp, it was Josh.  

Josh P.O.V.

"Hey," I greeted Hayley as she noticed me for the first time. "Missed me?"

"Um...uh...Josh?" she stammered.

I had no idea that I would be picking Hayley up at the airport. Bekah and Sarah had just said that they were going pick up a friend and needed someone to drive them to and fro the airport. I should have been suspicious when Hayley's mom got in the car, but I never thought it would have meant that Hayley would be back in town.

When her boyfriend entered the car, I was this close to pressing the gas and leaving him out in the road. I've never met him before, but I saw him in pictures Bekah and Sarah would show off to Jeremy. He seemed like an okay guy, not the prefect guy for Hayley, but close enough.

The main reason I wanted to leave him in the road was because I had been trying to stay away from Hayley's life. Her step-father, the dude who threatened Hayley's life and made me break up with her, made me swear never get close to her again. I didn't. When her step-father moved away I almost danced with joy. I had been depressed for those two years I hadn't seen her and wanted her back in my arms. I knew she would be coming to town soon for his surprise going away party and I would make sure she was back in my life and never removed again. But during the party, when I was looking for her, I saw her and Chad alone. She was crying, upset about the divorce, and he was holding her tightly whispering something to her, probably comforting words. I froze. He then kissed her on the lips and she kissed back eagerly, wrapping her arms around him. The only thought that I could think of was that she had moved on.

I left the party and decided to go the Italy, where my parents met, just for the hell of it. I didn't pack any bags or even eat, or even tell my family. I just went to the airport, bought a ticket and boarded the plane. I spent three whole days there, trying to gather my thoughts. On the final day I meet Kellie, and Lauren, and Jessica, and Alexandria... I think you get it. I didn't sleep with them, well except one of them but that's not the point. On that day I decided that if Hayley moved on, then so could I.

It was hard at first, but after a couple of months I was back to normal again. But now seeing Hayley in the car, I felt like I lost all control I had built over the years.  She was even more beautiful than I remembered, more glowing...I shook the thoughts out of my head. I was over her. She has Chad and I have...crap.

"You know him?" asked Chad with a confused look on his face. "He seems familiar."

"Um...yeah, you might of seen him in one of my old photo albums." answered Hayley. "He's a...he's an old friend."

"More than a friend actually," muttered Bekah. Hayley gave her a look. Bekah covered her mouth. "Sorry."

"Let's get going, shall we?" commanded Hayley's mom. I nodded my head as I put the key in the engine. I didn't think Chad heard what Bekah had said because he began talking to Hayley about some local band he wanted to see. I started to drive out of the airport and got on the highway.

"Thanks for doing this," thanked Hayley's mom. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem, my mom owed you a favor anyway."

"So you didn't do this in the kindness of your heart?" asked Bekah. "You are so mean." I made a mocking face at her. When Hayley and I were dating, she was almost my best friend. But after the break -up she kept her distance from me and started calling me names behind my back. She doesn't do that anymore, and we would talk occasionally. Actually, there was an incident almost a year ago where we almost slept with each other but I backed out before we got too far. It didn't seem right since we were both a bit tipsy and I didn't think it would be right. After the incident she became friendlier with me and now we are kind of like friends. We argue and bicker sometimes but she is actually pretty cool.  

Sarah and I are kind of friends again too. Jeremy and I are best buds and so we hang around a lot. She was upset with Jeremy at first for being my friend after I broke up with Hayley, but after a while she lighten up and now we are okay again. There use to be some days that she would be bitter with me but  now she says she is more mature and she says if Hayley is over it then so will she; same thing with Emily.

"Aww, you know me better than I know myself," I jeered, getting back at Bekah. "Hey, why don't you take the wheel?" I could hear Hayley giggle in the back seat.  I glanced at the rear-view mirror thinking it was something that Chad had said but I saw her looking straight at me. She noticed that I had caught her looking at me in the rear-view mirror and turned away quickly.

"Please," scoffed Bekah. "You volunteered, not me. You'll be awarded for your good deed anyway; you're invited to another an upcoming party."

"Party?" I repeated.

"Shhh," warned Hayley. "You weren't supposed to tell anybody."

"I wasn't talking about your engagement party Hayles, I was talking about the surprise wedding shower that some friends are planning for Jeremy and Sarah."

"Surprise wedding shower," repeated Sarah with a wide grin.

"Hayley's engagement party?" I repeated.

"Oh crap," whispered Bekah.

I looked back at her in the driver's seat, not caring about the surprise wedding shower for Sarah and Jeremy. Why would Hayley have an engagement party, she wasn't even...

Hayley was playing with her small, silver ring on her finger, not looking at me. "Since Bekah already said it, I guess you are in the know. I'm getting married."

"To who?" I asked. My mind had went completely blank due to shock. Hayley was getting married? In all my wildest dreams I would have never expected this.

"To me of course," answered Chad, putting his arms around her. "She is going to be the new Hayley Nichole Gilbert." I almost lost control of the wheel.