WOW, THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

Okay you guys, this is gonna sound like another excuse, but it's just gotten so ridiculous, I can't take it anymore.
Every time I try to type a new paragraph in Chapter 14, the draft auto-saves itself. And it takes 30 seconds to auto-save. Normally, it would take a few seconds and I wouldn't really mind. But now every time I pause to think, it takes forever to let me type again. So I either have to deal with the extraordinarily long wait time, or I have to type super fast and not stop so it wont auto-save itself.
ITS SO FRUSTRATING!!!
So I don't think I can finish Chapter 14 until my wifi is fixed.
And I feel really really horrible, so you guys have two choices:


1. I could release the half of the chapter that I have finished right now,
OR
2. You guys could wait until everything is fixed and you can have the completed chapter.


Now, if you choose option 1, just know that it really isn't that good so far and I really wanted to finish it because the big climax of the chapter is in the last half, which I haven't written yet. The part that I have written is mostly just drama.
This sucks so bad :(( I really hope you guys pick the second option so that you can enjoy the chapter to the fullest, but I understand if you want to read the first half already since I haven't completed it in so long.


It's your choice!!!
Sorry that everything keeps going wrong :/
By the way, this was a pain in the ass to type since it kept auto-saving -___-


Comment below on your decision, and I'll go by majority rules.
Thanks! <3
-Sara

***UPDATE***

Chapter 14 will be out by Monday Evening!
Thank you for your patience.
-Sara

OH MY GOODNESS D:

You guys, I am extremely sorry for neglecting you this whole summer. I'm gonna dedicate my weekend to finishing the next chapter!!! I know, I've given you guys many excuses to why I've been gone, and they were all true, but I had absolutely no excuse for not writing. I have a sort of mini love story for you. Here's my plea to my readers <3 :


In the last few weeks of school, I would sit at the computer and stare at the screen, waiting for an idea to pop into my mind. Then I realized, why should I be writing about love, if I've never fallen in love before? So each week I would stare at the screen and nothing would happen. Eventually, all my writing inspiration disappeared completely. I stopped checking my blog, and even attempting to write.
Now, when I stopped, something really special happened. I met the love of my life you guys <3. This summer, I met this really, really incredible guy named Zach. We were friends for about 2 months, and 2 months ago we began to date. We're still going strong.
Love is a really amazing thing. It's filled with want, need, jealousy, and lots and lots of lust (: haha.
I've spent every waking moment this summer with him. He really makes me feel good about myself. Every day he tells me I'm beautiful. Every day he says I love you. Every day I can look at him and I melt. Every day.
I really love him. I actually thought the feeling didn't exist until now. And I'm hopelessly falling deeper and deeper into love.
I can talk to him about anything, and laugh with him about everything.

Here's what happened.
Me and my two best friends started an earring business. We made earrings and sold them at school for $5-7. I'm telling you, we made LOADS of money. One day at my friend's house, we finished making earrings for the day and we were super bored. My friend "A" suggests that she calls her friend Zach. So A calls Zach and he parks out front. Me and my friend "B" pile into the back seat of his two-door BMW and A takes shotgun. We introduce each other and drive to the mall. Zach is somewhat of a laid back person. His wardrobe consists of a t-shirt, shorts, and 70% of the time, a hat. Today, Zach was wearing a beanie. He looked way too big for this little compact car we were in. He's a 6'2" guy with black hair and green eyes. (Did I mention, his car was a complete DISASTER. Really, there was trash everywhere. I ended up, eventually, having to clean his car -_-) At the time, I was having extreme guy troubles. (He was having girl troubles as well with his ex, I think.) Yeah, I was in the car, yelling at my douchebag boyfriend. He was cheating on me, that fucker. Anyways, poor Zach had to hear me unleash on my boyfriend over the phone :( So we got to the mall, and I angrily hung up on my douchebag. A and B ditched Zach and I, and we were awkwardly walking around the mall together. We really didn't know each other all that well, so we played the usual question game with each other.
 How old are you?
Where were you born?
What's your favorite color?
Etc.
Then, I made the mistake of asking for help about my guy troubles.
Let me explain; it was a mistake because from the moment he saw me, Zach claims he fell in love with me. Me asking for guy advice labels me as "taken" and "unobtainable". We fell in sort of a good friendship/joking around state.

Hold on he keeps texting me..

Haha, here's what the text said: "GOOD MORNING LOVE! IM UP AND IM TIRED! BOUT TO GO KAYAK! YOU'RE PROBABLY SLEEPING CUZ YOU WERE UP LATE PACKING LIKE A GOOD GIRL! I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE DREAMING OF ME, I KNOW IT! KBYE!"

>:) Muahhaah, I am not asleep! I am writing to my wonderful readers.

Okay, back to the story. Every day we would hang out at his house. Every day we would have a new adventure. I would stay out late every single day to be with him, and I'd dread the time I'd have to come home.
The moment I knew I loved him was when I almost lost him.
Zach had a big barbeque at his house one weekend. He decides, for some odd reason, to invite his ex girlfriend.
HIS EX IS A MODEL SSA;FAFK'SJF!!!!
How was I supposed to compete with that? -_- The whole time, she was always standing by his side and clinging onto him. It was making me dreadfully jealous. I decided to avoid him the whole party and let him do his own thing with her. I mean, we weren't together or anything, so why did I have any reason to stop them? Instead, I drank straight vodka to kill my worries. Really, I was in control of myself, and I was a whole lot happier when I drank. After Zach was done DJ'ing his records to everyone, (yeah, he's a DJ), he saw I was drinking and cut me off. He kept bothering me the whole time about why I was ignoring him. At one point, I finally stared straight into his eyes and told him, "Stop. Get away from me, leave me alone." His eyes flashed from concerned to extremely sad, and he reluctantly left me alone for the rest of the party.
The awkward part was, he was my ride home.
After his ex smoked an extreme amount of weed and passed out, her friend had taken her home.
Zach drove me home around 10 o'clock that night. For half the ride, we were completely silent. After about 5 minutes, he said the most important words that started our relationship. I never thought anyone would like me enough to come out and say these things.
He said, "Sara, I need to get something off my chest."
I stayed silent.
He continued. "Listen, I don't know if you know already, but I really like you. I think you're really, really pretty and funny and I'm really, truly sorry if my ex made you jealous or angry tonight. I really hope you like me back. I asked your friends if you liked me and they always said, 'No, she likes you as a brother, not anything more.' I thought that was the case. Please, forgive me for inviting her to the party. Even my mom yelled at me for inviting her. She said, 'Why did you invite her?! I like Sara way better!' And I like you way better, too. We had this great friendship going and all of a sudden you ignored me this entire day. She's nothing to me...." He went on rambling about how much he liked me.
I closed my eyes, put my head against the window, and smiled.
We stopped at a red light and he looked at me. "Why are you laughing?" He asked.
I didn't even realize I was sitting there, giggling like an idiot. "You're crazy." I said.
He laughed and we left the conversation there. He dropped me off at my house.

From then on, we've been dating. And it's been amazing. We've gotten closer, physically and emotionally. (I'm still a virgin, you guys! Don't freak out D:) And I hope you all forgive me for not writing!!! :(

But anyways, enough of me. I WILL WRITE THE CHAPTER THIS WEEKEND!!! Hopefully tomorrow, actually. If I fail to, please spam the comments to remind me. (Spamming my comments is like spamming my email inbox xD)

Zach just texted me again <3 He's in Hawaii right now having the time of his life without me <.<' stupid family vacations.

Oh, did I mention he's 4 years older than me and super cute? x.x I'm in trouble, you guys.

-Sara

PROBLEM!

Oh goodness! Almost done! I figured out how to put pictures on again.. but I'm super slacking because of semester exams. Please be patient with me! (:
-Sara

I Love You Not - Chapter 13

I Love You Not

Chapter 13

By Sara Cookie

Hey everyone! Okay, You're absolutely going to hate me for this chapter, and you'll see why in a moment. I hope you enjoy it regardless. And please try your hardest not to hate Marcus for this. His methods are quite cruel, but his heart and intentions are in the right place. (: Here we go! Enjoy~

-Sara

Allison

As soon as Jay's tail lights disappeared into the distance, Marcus turned towards me.

"Allie?" he said slyly.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" I figured something was up.

"In order to fix your problem, we're going to have to do a few things that you may regret."

"What do you mean?" I stared at him blankly.

He shook his head. "Just trust me, okay? Jay asked me to do this, and I'm the only one he trusts that can do it."

I nodded. "Okaayy?" I said, confused.

Suddenly with one swift, lightning fast movement, Marcus forced me against his body and kissed me hard on the lips.

I gasped and tried pushing him away. He wouldn't budge.

"Marcus!" I mumbled sloppily.

He kissed harder.

I struggled and shoved, to no avail. A strange feeling began to wash over me, and slowly, I softened into a relaxed state. I leaned against him.

He pulled away and chuckled. "You're a lot easier than most girls."

"Huh?" I murmured.

He laughed and picked me up.

I buried my face in his hair.

"Allison, my power is to change normal people like you into immortals like me and your hubby." He began to walk me up to the bedroom.

I didn't feel tired, nor did I have any memory loss as I would with Jay's kisses. Instead, I just felt... extremely turned on. I didn't give much thought to what he was saying. "Whatever." I kissed his neck.

He pushed me onto the bed roughly and first undressed me, then himself.

"No worries, sweetheart." He kissed me. "This is all a part of the process."

Every piece of clothing peeled off and fell to the floor.

The lights went out.

---

---

All the hair was chopped off. What a hideous long nuisance! The color changed too.

I wasn't aware at all of how much time passed anymore. Every day was a blur of drinking, love, partying, and sex.

The only thing that existed and ever existed in my world was Marcus. He pushed me along day my day, and he gave me everything I requested from him.

I found myself constantly trying to please him, and there was always something that told me he was hiding something. Why couldn't I please my master? The one who made me?

Every day it was the same.

In the night, we partied until we were exhausted, and then we hit the bedroom.

We slept the day away.

Never have I had so much fun with anyone.

Everything was sharp, clear, and absolutely beautiful. Every sound was music to my ears, and I shivered when I listened to actual music. Every touch I felt anywhere was breathtaking.

Best of all, I was extremely fast. I did things so quickly, people did double-takes. The days flew by, but I hardly paid any attention to the sun or the moon.

I found myself never running out of energy, always wanting more, more, more.

"Are you sure?" Marcus always asked.

"Yes, master." I'd always answer.

He would then follow that up with, "What about Jay?"

I'd scrunch up my nose. Was that name supposed to have a meaning? Who cared, anyways?

Having sex in public was exhilarating. I always managed to get us caught. Once the elevator doors opened, the humans gasped and stared.

Obviously, they knew who we were. Our faces were always on the news since our families are so wealthy. Our little affair made headlines.

My parents called me, overjoyed. "He finally left you, didn't he?" They asked excitedly.

"Who?" I'd ask in confusion.

"That's the spirit, honey. Just forget about him. You're on a better track now." My mother said.

I didn't care about their opinion, anyways. Besides, I had no clue what they were talking about.

I'd fix my clothes when the doors opened. "Humans are so annoying. Why can't we just get rid of them all?" I thought to Marcus.

To my inconvenience, I couldn't read Marcus's thoughts. He surely could read mine, though.

He looked at me and chuckled. "You're violent."

I smiled with joy. I loved his laugh. I loved everything he did.

I was completely sure of it: 

He was my one and only.

Marcus

Allie was all over me, all day, every day. After her transformation, her character changed from the sweet, caring, beautiful girl, into this pixie-like, slutty, sex-crazed woman. It's not like she wasn't beautiful anymore, but her wild style brought down her rating.

The switch to immortality changed her, as it did most people.

Jay was missing out on all of the fun. Hopefully he'd come home satisfied.

Sex was everything she ever wanted. Sex, drugs, and alcohol. I really didn't mind doing it with her, either. Why wouldn't I jump at the chance to? It was like playing with a shiny new toy.

Every day I asked her, "What about Jay?"

She didn't have a clue what I was talking about until half way into the second month.

Nowadays, she'd have a little tickle in the back of her brain that gave her the feeling that the name meant something important, but she'd shrug it off.

Today, we were two months into the transformation. She was calmer than usual. She snuggled up to my side with her eyes closed, much like a cat.

"Marcus? Do you love me?" She asked quietly. Allie bit her lip, hoping for the answer she wanted.

I smiled at her. "I think you're a cool kid."

She opened her eyes and frowned at me. "So is that a no?"

I shrugged. "It's whatever you want it to be, kitten."

She smiled at the nickname I gave her. "Well, I love you, master."

I stood up, annoyed. She sat up.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I asked quickly.

She had a hard time keeping up with how fast I spoke. "What? Master? Because you created me."

I shook my head. "Get dressed and come downstairs."

She nodded and quickly followed my command.

I sat in the living room and rubbed my temples. How much more of this could I take? It's fun to whore around with her, but she was far too clingy for my taste.

Within a few seconds, she appeared in the spot next to me. She looked like a child in trouble.
I was startled at how quickly she learned how to use her new speed.
"What did I do?" She asked quietly.
"I need my space, kitten." Jay was lucky enough that I was sticking around for so long.

She knitted her eyebrows together. "What do you mean? I always do what you say, I never forget the condom... What do I do wrong?" Tears welled up in her eyes.

My anger stopped in it's tracks. I felt horrible. I've never made a girl cry before.

I sighed. "Allison... Don't you remember Jay at all?"

She shook her head. I sighed.

---

A month later...

Allison

We haven't gone out in a week or so. Everything we normally did was becoming less frequent.

Marcus had his arm around me as we sat on the couch in the master bedroom.

As we watched TV, he stroked my arm softly. He squeezed gently.

"Jay is coming back soon."

I looked at him, suddenly ecstatic.

He smiled with relief. "Come, there's a party tonight at The Grind."

Who was Jay, I wondered?

That night, we went dancing. Marcus's eyes were on other girls, which bothered me.

I'm right here, what does he need other girls for?

Jay. Jay. Jay.

Why was that so familiar?

I leaned forward into Marcus, and he looked down at my chest.

I smiled. Guys are so easily attracted to physical features.

He looked away again. I frowned. What was I doing wrong?

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

He looked at me then looked back at two girls in the corner. Then, he stopped dancing altogether. "Hold out your hand."

I held it out.

He dropped the car keys into my palm. "Drive home, okay? I'll meet you there." Marcus walked away smiling, greeting the girls.

I looked down at the keys and died a little inside. Slowly, I walked to the car and drove home.

I came downstairs many hours later at the sound of the front door slamming to find Marcus flirting with two giggling girls.

"Hey.." I said quietly.

Marcus looked at me and smiled.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the railing. There was a blonde girl who smelled overwhelmingly like strawberries and a brunette who smelled like mint. My guess was that they were doing bubbles before they came here. Marcus looked back at the blonde and played with a strand of her hair. She giggled. Rage built up inside of me.

Then, the unthinkable happened. They locked lips right in front of me. I stared at them helplessly. The brunette smiled, waiting for her turn.
Marcus peered at me. "Hey, can you take the couch tonight?"
I gaped at him. Was he kidding me? This is my house! "Hell no! You take the couch!"

He smiled. "Hold on a little longer, Allie. You're almost finished." He winked at me as he led the blonde upstairs.

The brunette followed shortly. I stood in my place as time slowly passed by. I picked up my heavy feet and planted them one in front of the other until I finally got on the top of the steps.

I assessed their beauty in my mind before I entered the room. They were tall, beautiful, tan, and probably willing to do anything he asked them to. I sighed and hoped it wasn't the case. As I slowly opened the door, the smell of vodka slammed me in the face like a brick wall.

My feared assessments were correct. They were all laying in bed and flirting drunkenly.

I stared at Marcus. "What is this?"

Marcus smiled. "Three months ended at midnight today. I'm a free man!" He was slurring slightly.

My eyes widened. "How could you say that??" Tears ran down my cheeks.

He shooed me out. The girls giggled. "Go. I have things to do."

I ran out to the back yard and cried my eyes out. Why did this have to happen to me? I'm always the one getting hurt and pushed around!

I stood staring at the ocean, tears running down my cheeks. Where was my knight to sweep me off my feet?

He was never going to come. Not after what I've become. I heard the slide door open from the living room. Light footsteps padded towards me. 

A sweet, intoxicating scent flowed towards me. "Marcus, if you've come to laugh at me and watch me cry, I'll never forgive you." I said as my voice shook.

There was a short silence. "Dear, what have you done to your hair?"

The deep, velvet voice shot at me like an arrow.
Jay.

I whipped myself around to look at him. More tears welled up in my eyes and spilled onto the ground.

He looked fascinated with my new image. "Hello."

"Jay!" I screamed. I ran at him.

His eyes widened. "Allison! Not too fast!"

I tackled him at full strength. Even so, he matched my weight perfectly and kept himself upright.

"Oofh!" He mumbled as he hugged me.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I missed you."

He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I missed you too."

I hope you guys liked it! Thanks for reading! See you next time for Chapter 14(:

-Sara

I Love You Not - Chapter 12

I Love You Not

Chapter 12

By Sara Cookie

Hey everyone(: So, I got super sick this weekend. BUMMER! I slept until 3:00PM today, and I finally finished editing this. A lot of the story I wrote last night was confusing and stupid and misspelled since I was half asleep. Good thing I didn't upload it until now! My sleeping schedule is so messed up! 

Anyways, I've decided to give you all a tour of Jay's house. 

This room is Jay's office.

This is the formal dining room.

This is the back half of the kitchen and informal dining table.

This is the front half of the kitchen.

This is the backyard.

This is the living room.

This is the master bedroom.

This is the master bathroom.

The rest of the rooms are either off-limits or too unimportant to show here(: 

Anyways, this picture concludes our tour. Enjoy the story :D

-Sara

Allison

I woke up to beautiful music. The notes of the piano floated through my ears and flowed into my entire body. I shivered and slowly blinked my eyes open. 

I stared at the wall for a while and listened. What hands were capable of making music that flowed so easily and that it fit into the moment so perfectly?

The house around me was beautiful. Modern and sleek, huge windows spilled the sun into the room and lit up every feature. The couch I laid on had the softest of cushions, and my body was sunken in. The clothes on my back were made of expensive material, every stitch hand-woven. 

Where was I? 

How did I get here?

I slowly sat up. The music stopped abruptly.

"Hey, sleepy head." a deep voice called out to me. "How do you feel?" 

I looked at him and widened my eyes in surprise, slowly recognizing the voice. "What a stupid question, Jay! You just lost your sister yesterday. Why are you worrying about me?" I felt half asleep.

He smiled sadly. "This is good. You didn't loose too much of your memory."

I blinked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? What happened? You should be a mess right now."

 He sunk down into the cushion beside me and slipped his arm around my shoulder. My head fit perfectly into the side of his neck. 

"Honey, there's something important we need to talk about." He said seriously.

I nodded. "Sure."

"Just bare with me and try and believe the things I'm about to say, okay?"
I nodded.
He took a deep breath and began. "Shannian has been dead for far longer than a day."
I opened my mouth to comment, and he stopped me.
"Let me explain. Being immortal comes with a specialized power. For instance, I have the power to erase some one's memory by kissing them." He looked at me to see if I understood.

I nodded slowly and tried to piece things together. "That's how you erased my memory on my 18th birthday, right?"

He nodded.

"And that's what you were doing with Bridget in the alley before?"

His eyes flashed. "That time was a more dangerous form of my power. I could have made her permanently mentally disabled if Shannian hadn't stopped me, but I was aiming for far more than disabled."

Goosebumps rolled onto my arms, but I made no move to protest his past intentions. "Wait, so how did she get better?"

"Shannian's born power was made to contradict mine. She was able to reverse the effects of the memory loss."

I stared at him. "Okay... then why didn't you just use her power on me when I had forgotten about you?"

He shook his head. "I didn't want to manipulate you more than I already did."
I rubbed my head, taking it all in. "Alright, so why am I asleep and why can't I remember how I got here?"
"Oh, yesterday we were in the kitchen and you surprise attacked me with a kiss. Now your memory is put back a long time. Shannian died 3 months ago." He said simply.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "It still seems like it happened yesterday."

He sighed and stroked my hair. "I know, I know. Life goes on, I suppose..." His eyes showed a brief moment of sadness before lighting up again to their usual lazy indifference. "Anyhow, at the funeral, my father told me that Shannian's power should have gone to me after she died since I was the closest person to her. I haven't got a clue how to use it, though."

We stared at the fire for a long, silent minute.

"Why would he tell you that? I thought he hated you." I said slowly.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure..."
"Well, that fixes all our problems right?" I said enthusiastically. 

"Technically, yes, if I ever figure out how to access her power." Sorrow filled his eyes. He looked away.

Putting on my best smile, I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him. "Jay, you know I love you, right?"

He looked at me and smiled. "Right."

"So don't do anything stupid because of Shannian, like jumping off a bridge, okay?"

He cringed. "Yeah... I promise." He quickly changed the subject. 

"Say, how does it feel to have your memory erased?"

"I wouldn't remember."

He laughed. "Oh, right." 

"I do remember kissing you and having a high feeling, though. I just don't remember when I did or how."

He looked at me. "What do you mean?"

I smiled at the distant memory of it. "It felt like everything in my body sprang to life. Everything was sharper, brighter, and happier."

"You looked quite sluggish, actually."

I smacked him playfully on the chest. "Jerk."

He smiled. "What? It's true."

His eyes widened. "Do you really want me to? I mean, I would do anything for you if you asked, but I love you more when you're not all time tangled."
I nodded. "Yes, please."
"Why?"
"Um..." Truthfully, I just wanted to feel the rush again. "Think of it as a test. Kiss me."

He sighed. "You've forgotten that I can read minds."
He immediately obeyed anyways and kissed me softly on the lips.

The rush flew through me again. Oceans swept through my ears and my whole body shook in satisfaction. 

I leaned back on his arm and looked at him. Everything was perfectly defined. His face was absolutely flawless. I could see every hair on his head, and every line on his irises.

"How do you feel?" He asked, curiosity in his eyes.

I smiled wide. "Amaaaaazing. Kisssss me agaaaain." I slurred.

Worry broke his calm features, but he obeyed again. 

I blacked out onto his shoulder.

Jay

After reading most of the books on the bookshelf, she finally rose up, looking hopelessly confused. "Hey sweetie." I said.

She looked at me and smiled a full-toothed smile. "Hey! I remember you!"
I sighed in relief and sat by her. "Your test was very helpful. I figured out that I can control how much memory I take from you and which memories I can take from you. I just have to focus on the least amount of memory as possible."
She tilted her head. "Which memories did you take from me?"
I smiled. "Nothing too important."

She nodded. "A memory is a memory, though. I like them to still be in my head."
"That's why I need to figure out how to use Shannian's power." I peered at my watch. "Anyways, babe, I have to run an errand. Are you gonna be okay here alone?"
She thought and smiled. "Yeah... but there's no use in staying up anymore anyways. It's already late and my sleeping schedule is all messed up. You should kiss me again so I can just sleep until you come home."

I pulled her closer as worry filled my chest. "Allison, you sound like an addict."
She became defensive. "I am not!"
That was a lie. "You're addicted to the rush, right?"
"No!"
Another lie. "Oh, I see."
I moved closer to her. Her heart rate picked up.
She gasped as I pulled away. I laughed. "See? You liar."

She pouted. "I am not a liar!"
I rolled my eyes and kissed her.

I pulled away and kissed her nose. I laughed as her face turned as red as a cherry. 

"I... er..." She stumbled over her words. 

I picked her up and carried her up to the bedroom, enjoying her defeat. "Good night, dear."

Her eyelids slowly closed. Her heart rate and breathing evened out.

I laid her on our bed and pulled the covers over her.
Was I really comfortable with all of this?  It seemed like a harmless addiction, but then again, any addiction is never good.

I pulled on my motorcycle boots and set out to find the only person I knew who might be able to fix our problem.

---

Allison

I woke up in my bed and looked at the clock. It read 4:00 AM.

"Wow. I slept for a while." I said out loud to myself. 

I sat up. My body ached for another kiss.

Where was Jay's mouth when you needed it? 

I listened closely to the sounds of the house. Two voices were echoing off each other downstairs. 

After getting dressed and fixing my hair, I walked downstairs and eavesdropped on the conversation. 

"So, you can change her?" Jay's voice asked.

"Yes, but the change won't be very pleasant to neither you or her." Answered an oddly familiar voice. 

"How long will it take?" Sighed Jay.

"Not too long. I promise." The voice said sinisterly. 

I came to the glass door and peered through to see our guest. I stared at the back of the black-haired head. 

Oh, God. No.

Jay looked at me and smiled. "You're up. Come, sit down."

I sat opposite of our guest and stared at him. 

Jay showed no sign of emotion. He examined my reaction, and then examined the teasing face of our guest. 

"Allie, I would like you to meet my best friend since high school," Jay began.

"Marcus Troplis."

"...Are you kidding me?" I asked, shocked beyond belief.

"Nice to see you too, Allie." Marcus smiled, crossing his legs.

"Are you serious, Jay??" I could have fainted.

Jay nodded. "Yes, Allie. Marcus is immortal. We've been through thick and thin together. By your reaction, I'm guessing you've met before."

Marcus narrowed his eyes at him. "Yes. You always talked about her, and I needed to check her out. The 'business trip' I went on after you wiped her memory and escaped from your little jail cell was actually me enrolling into her boarding school."

Jay rolled his eyes. "You're a little snake."

Marcus laughed. "Naturally."

"Whoa, whoa. Everyone slow down. Why is he here?" I pointed at Marcus.
Marcus scowled. "Don't speak about me like I'm not here."
Jay chuckled. "Allie, Marcus is here to help us with our little problem."
"And how does he plan on doing that?" I asked.

"Well," said Marcus, "First we have to cut off your lips and dip them in acid. Then we stitch them back onto your face upside down. It'll hurt a lot, and it'll burn horribly for a few weeks, but afterwards you'll be able to smooch whenever you want." His face was completely serious.
I squealed and covered my mouth. "No!!"
Marcus erupted in laughter.

Jay rose an eyebrow and glared at Marcus. "Stop scaring her."
Marcus sneered at him. "Oh, Jay. Have a little fun."
Jay smiled. "Apologize, mister. Or I'm not letting you change her."

Marcus threw me a fake, but dazzling smile. "I'm very sorry for frightening you."
I nodded. "Yeah, sure." I rubbed my lips. "I forgive you." I looked at Jay. "What do you mean by 'change her?'"

"Er, it's a figure of speech." He answered.
I gave him a skeptical look.
"Anyways, back to business." Jay interrupted. "In order to fix our problem, Marcus has instructed me to leave for three months."
I gasped. "Three months?! Why?"
"To find the answers to the problem, of course." Jay answered vaguely. He smiled.
Something was off. He wouldn't leave like this on such short notice. Jay was covering something up.

I stared off.
Jay watched me. "Is that okay, babe? You need to trust us with this."
I sighed and looked down. "We've only been together for a day, and now you're gonna leave me for 3 months?"
He looked at me sympathetically. "Technically, we've been together for 3 months. You just can't remember. And I know, Allison. You need to understand that I'm not going to be gone forever, and in order for us to be together and maybe one day get married and have children-"
I looked up. He caught my attention, and he knew it.
"-In order to have children," He smiled as he repeated the sentence, "I need to go."
I nodded slowly. "Okay then, Jay. Do what you need to do. You know what I'll expect from you when you get back."
Jay nodded. "I'll go get ready." He left.

After he exited the room, Marcus and I stared at each other in silence.
"You two are disgusting." He finally said, smiling.
I glared at him. "Hey! That's not nice!"
He sighed. "I see the next few months aren't gonna be easy for me."
"Why is that?" I crossed my arms.
"Because I have to watch you. I'll take the bed. You can sleep on the couch."
I gaped at him. "You will not!"
He patted my knee. "Last time I checked, you don't have a choice, honey."
I smacked his hand and crossed my arms. "You think things are gonna be hard for you? It's gonna be hell for me!"
He laughed at my outburst.
How could things get much worse?
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Around 6:00AM, Jay decided to leave. We said our goodbyes hesitantly.
Marcus chuckled at every lovey-dovey thing I said.
"Well, I should be off." Jay said to my horror.
I sniffled. "Okay. I love you."
He nodded. "I love you too."
Marcus snickered again.
Jay threw a rock at his head.
"Ow!" Marcus protested.

I giggled.
Jay smiled and gave me a long hug. "Bye."
He pulled his motorcycle keys out of his pocket and started the roaring machine.

As Jay began to pull out of the driveway, Marcus wrapped his arm around my waist. "You better call often, Jay! If not, I may just steal your girl."
I glared at Marcus. "I'd like to see you try."
Like a noble knight on a black mustang, Jay swiftly flipped Marcus off, laughed, and rode into the city.
I laughed hard at the look on Marcus' face.

And with that, he was gone.

Thanks for reading everyone! Sorry that this got uploaded so late, my sleeping schedule is way off since I'm sick. Darn you, allergy season!
Make sure to read next time for Chapter 13! It's gonna be a fun chapter to write(;
-Sara