19 comments/ 11814 views/ 16 favorites Someday Ch. 01 By: Fwark *Author's Note: Hey everyone. So, this is my first story. I based it off of a song by an artist named Joe Brooks. The song is called 'Someday (Ok)'. I guess you know how I came up with the name for the story. I'd like to inform you that there's no sex for a while. Mostly just story build up. Mmk, well, Enjoy!* ************************************************* Avery. Avery James Baxter. God, I hate my name. My parents try to lie to me by telling me that the name Avery is "Masculine". Well, I'll call that a load of bullshit. At least I look masculine. 6'3, about 190 pounds, give or take. Black, long-ish hair. Hazel eyes, which, for the record, sucks ass because every time I see the sun, I act like a vampire. And no, not the fake ass vampires from Twilight that sparkle in the sun. The original ones, that would melt in the sun. Or whatever. Anyway, I'd just rather have brown eyes because it'd give me better protection from the sun. Anyway, I won't get all scientific on you. I just feel like I wouldn't be wearing glasses. Oh. Did I mention that? Yeah, I, Avery James Baxter, the star quarterback of our school's football team, wears glasses. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not implying that only nerds wear glasses or anything, but it's just stereotypical that I wouldn't. I think I'll just stick with contacts. Anyway, I guess I should start my story now. I was on my way to Starbucks. Yeah, I know, before you say anything, typical white girl. Except I'm not a chick. But, that's besides the point. Yeah. So, I was on my way to Starbucks, but as I was walking, I stopped in my tracks. Before me stood one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen. And well, me being myself, I decided to approach her. "Hey," No answer. "Uh, hey?" She looked up at me, and her eyes widened. Her facial expression changed from taken aback to confused. "Oh, uh, you're talking to me?" Was she kidding? "Yeah.. Is that a surprise?" "Um.. Kinda." Has she looked at herself in the mirror lately? "Well, here I am, and I'm talking to you." She chuckled. "Well, hello, Avery." Avery? She knew my name? But, how? Was she in any of my classes? Shit, it's almost the end of senior year, I think I'd notice her fine ass. I think she noticed my confused facial expression, because she giggled. "Wow. You really don't remember me, do you? Hmm, I guess all of that fame went to your head." Who the hell did she think she was talking to? "I'd like to inform you that I'm very modest, lady." "Modest? Don't get ahead of yourself, Jamie." Jamie? Only one person called me Jamie, and that was.. Oh, shit. "Holy shit, Dana!?" Before she had a chance to get up from her chair, I picked her up and hugged her as tight as I could. Her, being, well, Dana, she hugged me just as tight. I then put her down. "It's about time that you remembered me, Jamie. What took you so long?" "I never forgot you." And with that, we both sat down at the table she was sitting at. We talked for hours, and I eventually forgot about the fact that I was in need for coffee. It was great catching up with Dana again. And I guess that until now, I never realized how incredibly sexy she was. Her long, natural black hair. Her beautiful dark skin, with light brown eyes, which looked weird, but fit her face so perfectly at the same time. Her full, pink, plump lips, cute little nose, and bushy eyebrows. And then there was her body. God damn. She. Was. Sexy. She had perfectly toned arms, with nicely-developed thighs. She had great tits, probably about a 36C, and an ass like Beyoncé's. The old Beyoncé, with all of her bootylicious-ness. And then my thoughts started drifting to a dirtier side. I thought about how I'd love to see Dana naked, underneath me, screaming my name. A tent started to rise in my pants. How did I not notice her sexiness a long time ago? I guess the fact that the last time I saw her was in 6th grade, and I still hadn't gone through puberty yet, was one of the reasons. I continued to check her out as we talked, but I finally was brought back into reality when I heard someone clear their throat. It was Dana. Shit. Caught. She started to blush. That's not a surprise. Dana was always so innocent. As an 18 year old, I guess it's kind of abnormal that I've fucked almost half of the girls on the cheerleading squad, but hey, what can I say? They're sexy, too. I bet Dana's still a virgin. Shit, that makes her even more attractive. I should stop. "Oh, uh, sorry," I said. She cleared her throat again. "Yeah, it's fine. I have to go, anyway." I chuckled. "It's only 12 in the afternoon. You have to go already?" She scratched the back of her neck. "Yeah, I uh, have some things to do." I don't think that even she knew how terrible she was at lying. Damn. But I went along with it, anyway. "Alrighty then. See you later." I didn't even finish my sentence, but she quickly stood up and swiftly walked away. Wow. Has she never been checked out before? I guess that not all guys see how gorgeous she is. Poor things. ************************************************* The next morning, I got woken up by a text message. 8 AM. Fucking 8 AM. Who the hell wakes up this early on a Sunday? "Well, I can't go back to sleep now, I might as well check it," I mumbled, yawning and rubbing my eyes. **1 New Message From DD** DD was the nickname I gave Dana when we were younger. Dana Dixon. I guess you get the point. 'Hey, Jamie! I know you're a light sleeper, so I purposely sent you a text early-" Bitch. 'you're welcome! Anyway, I was wondering if you felt like having iHop. I'm in the mood for some pancakes and don't feel like cooking them myself. I'll pay!' Pfft. Lazy. Typical Dana. I texted her back. 'Yeah sure. U don't have 2 pay though, ive got it" She texted me back, 'That's fine with me. And use better grammar. I can't be friends with people who don't fully type out words. Anyway, come to pick me up sometime after 9. Looking forward to hanging out with you, loser.' Loser? The nerve of this girl sometimes. I got ready and arrived at her place at 9:10. I knocked on her door and she answered, looking great. Not that it's a surprise. "Hey, Jamie. You ready?" "As ready as I've ever been." She chuckled. "That's not really saying anything, to be honest. We both laughed, and I held her hand, interlocking our fingers. Thankfully, she didn't pull away. ************************************************* *Author's Note: So, how was that? Sorry if that ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, but I didn't want to write a whole novel before I heard some feedback. So yeah, I'd like that. But, as for now, that's it. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! :D* Someday Ch. 02 Author's note: Hey, again! To start off, I'd like to say thank you for all of the positive feedback, and I'll most definitely try to update often. I also tried to make this chapter longer, and I worked hard on it also, so I hope you enjoy. ********** 7 Years ago, Buffalo, New York, Dana's POV. ********** School. Again. Isn't it funny how parents tell us not to talk to strangers and then send us to school? Hot mess. Anyway, I got dressed, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and walked to school. On the way there, I met up with my two best friends, Chelsea and Avery. Chelsea was a pretty brunette with blue eyes, and at the time, was standing at 5'6, which is pretty tall for a 6th grader. Then, there was Avery. Man, cute ol' Avery. He was 5'2, with his long black hair, dimples, and hazel eyes. He wore glasses, which made his eyes look bigger than they already were. Guys would always make fun of him, calling him "Gay," Which, for the record, isn't necessarily an insult. But Avery took it as one anyway, being the sensitive teddy bear he was. At least Chelsea and I knew he was straight. Once the school day was over, I walked home with Avery and Chelsea, and once I arrived at my house, the sight in front of me was very.. Interesting. I saw my parents standing in front of the door, waiting for me, and my 9 year old brother; who's name is Drake, by the way; sitting on the sofa and crying. I questionably stared at my parents, and they both sighed, my mother starting to talk. "Dana, hun, we have something to tell you, and you may or may not be upset about it." Now, that made me a bit afraid. But, what came next was even worse. "I've gotten a new position for working with the IRS; New York has become too difficult to live in. Our mortgage, and-" I stopped listening after that. I started thinking about how Chelsea and Avery would feel, and how I would feel too, going to a new school. Sure, I guess I'm pretty cool, but I definitely wasn't the best at making new friends, considering I only have two now, in the city I've been living in since I was born. "What the fuck, guys!?" I said, completely taken aback by their decision. Both of my parents look at me in shock, and me, being the first one to hear myself, widened my eyes, and was about to say something, before my mother beat me to it. "You'd better watch your language! God knows I'm not afraid to take out the belt!" Ah, the belt. Old friend, I'll never forget you and all of the pain you've brought me. But, forget that. What my parents said was unacceptable, and I had to tell my friends as soon as possible. I called Avery first, and he added Chelsea to the call. "Hey, guys, I have to tell you something.." I started. But, I couldn't. I couldn't tell them that I was leaving, and that I'd probably never see them again. Sure, I'd try to keep in touch with them, but they'd eventually forget about me. So, I didn't tell them. I immediately changed the subject, and talked with them all night, trying to hold back my tears. A month later, by the time, I was moving the next day. So, I told them. Of course, they were upset. I know that I would be, too. But I didn't want to have to deal with them the next day. Fortunately, I didn't. ********** Present day, 9:30 AM, Avery's POV. ********** As Dana and I arrived at iHop, I thought about the many questions I still had to ask her. We asked for a table for two, and the waitress lead us to a booth. We both sat down. "So," I started, "Where did you move, anyway? And why didn't you tell us earlier? And why-" was all I got out, before she cut me off. "Damn, calm down. One question at a time, Jamie. I moved to Texas. It was getting too expensive for my parents here. And I didn't tell you guys earlier because I didn't want you guys to start complaining. Sure, it was wrong, but you know me. So yeah, I'm sorry about that." I sighed. She was wrong, but I DID know her. So, I changed the subject. "How's your brother?" "Drake? He's great. He joined the school's basketball team," She replied. Boom. "Really? How did I never notice you OR Drake?" "Because you don't pay attention to anyone other than Chelsea. I know that you still like her." Pfft. "Nah. I dated her in 9th grade. We lasted about 5 months until she broke it off. I've gotten over her now." She rolled her eyes, which made me scoff. We both laughed. "Yeah, okay." She replied. "So," I started, "How's your love life?" She face-palmed. "Oh, please. I still haven't gotten a boyfriend. I mean, the only reason I've had my first kiss was because it was during a Truth or Dare game." Wow. Was she serious? "Come on. I'm sure a few guys have been interested in you." "I doubt it." Ugh. "Oh, come on. Don't be so insecure." "Nono. It's not that; It's just, you know me. I'm just one of the guys. If a guy talks to me, it's either just a friendly chat or help with their homework. I never try to make any moves, and guys don't try to make moves on me, either. That's just how it is." These boys be trippin, though. I sighed, and just changed the subject. We talked, ate, and had a good time. ********** It was Monday morning. My alarm went off for the 50th time. And no, I wasn't counting. I rubbed my eyes, put on my glasses, and checked the time. 8. Fucking. AM. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, stumbling on the way there. I brushed my teeth, and just kept on my glasses, because I didn't have time to put in contacts. I put on the first shirt I could find, some jeans and my timberland boots. I quickly ran out the door and drove to school. Once I made it to the school, I ran in, rushing through the hallways. When I got into first period, I ran right into the door. Shit. I walked in with everyone's eyes on me. They obviously saw me face-plant into a wooden door. I scratched the back of my neck, hearing some girls behind me giggle. ********** It was lunchtime. Finally. I sat with the people I usually do; Darrell, Chris, Chelsea, and her two friends, Kelly and Helen. We were all talking, when at the corner of my eye, I saw someone sitting alone. It was Dana. I walked over to her. She glanced at me, then looked again, confused. "What are you doing?" she said. "Introducing you to some friends," I replied, taking her hand and bringing her to my table. I introduced her to all of my friends, and all of them seemed to be exciting about meeting her. Everyone, except for Chelsea. Every time Dana would say something, Chelsea would either scoff or roll her eyes. So, I brought her away from the table to talk. "Chelsea," I started, "What's wrong? I thought you'd be excited about seeing Dana again." She looked at me like I was crazy. "Excited? Are you kidding me?" "What? What the hell is wrong? She was our best friend!" "Exactly. And she LEFT us. Like we were nothing to her. Don't you understand? If we were so special to her, she would've told us she was leaving earlier. Why are you defending her!?" Both of our voices started to raise. "I'm defending her because she's our FRIEND, Chelsea! What don't you understand?!" "What I don't understand is why you'd defend a BITCH, NOT OUR FRIEND." "What the hell, Chelsea!?" I started, my eyes starting to tear up, "You're the bitch here! I can't believe I lost my virginity to you! I can't believe I ever l-" That's all I could say before my emotions took the best of me. And to make matters worse, she slapped me, too. So, I walked out of the Cafeteria. No. Not just the cafeteria, but the school. Shit. Why was she being like this? Chelsea was the first girl I fell in love with, and even though we only lasted for a few months, I gave my everything to her. I couldn't talk to her like that. I couldn't talk to anyone like that. Sure, I've been hiding behind this whole "tough guy" exterior, but it's really not who I am. Chelsea & Dana were the only ones who knew the real me. And they still do. After getting my thoughts together, I decided to skip the rest of the school say. I'd have to face the consequences, but now was just not the time to be sitting in a classroom, bored out of my mind. When I got home, I saw the only person I wanted to see outside of my door. It was Dana, and she was holding my books. She cheered me up, (as always,) and we talked, and laughed, and cuddled for the rest of the day. It felt good having a beautiful girl resting in my arms. It was perfect. She was perfect. This whole night was perfect. ********** Author's Note: So, that's it for now, guys! I hope this chapter was as long as you wanted it to be, even if it was a bit short. Like I said, I'm just starting out and I started running out of ideas for the end of the chapter. Lol. I hope that you liked it better than the first one! Once again, thank you all for the lovely feedback, cya! Someday Ch. 03 Author's note: Hey, again! Sorry if this took a while to publish. But I hope this chapter is worth the wait! Enjoy! ********** I woke up on the sofa with a beautiful girl in my arms. Score. I gently laid Dana down on the sofa, trying my hardest not to wake her up, and tiptoed upstairs, into the bathroom. Usually I'd be in the mirror admiring my looks. But, damn. I looked I'd been ran over by a train. Twice. I turned on the sink and splashed cold water on my face, immediately waking me up. After that, I brushed my teeth (and hair,) and headed back downstairs. When I glanced over at Dana, she was still asleep, so I decided that I'd be nice and cook something. Cooking breakfast wasn't my thing. Cooking at all wasn't my thing. As a matter of fact, I'm never in the kitchen, unless I'm washing the dishes. I decided to be simple and just cook some eggs and bacon. Dana loved bacon. I hope she still does. I poured myself a glass of orange juice while I was cooking the bacon and drank it. I then realized that I just brushed my teeth. Yuck. Bad choice. Once I had finished cooking, I put the food on two plates and placed them on the dining room table with two forks and napkins. THAT was a lot of work. Where's a mother when you need one? Then, I heard the door open. Must've spoken too soon. I walked over to the door and saw my mom. I ran over to her, and pulled her into a big hug. She laughed. "Avery, hun, did you cook something? It smells good in here," She said. "Yeah," I started, "But I didn't cook any for you. I can cook some more, if you want." "None for me? Then why is there two plates on the table?" "I cooked some for Dana." I said. She then looked at me like I was crazy. "Dana? You mean the Dana that left when you guys were in middle school? Avery, hun, Dana's not here." I laughed. "Mom," I said, turning around, "She's right-" But I realized she wasn't on the couch. By now, my mom probably thought I was crazy, so I started looking around. I walked upstairs and saw the bathroom door closed. Figures. I knocked on the door and she didn't answer. I didn't hear the shower running, so I went inside, only to see Dana standing there. In the buff. Holy shit. I knew for sure that she was going to kill me, especially if I just stood there and stared, but I couldn't help it. She was just too damn sexy. Dana looked my way, and gasped, pushing me out of the bathroom and causing me to fall on my butt. "You perv." She said, surprisingly calm, before slamming the door and locking it. I laughed, making my way back downstairs. When I got to the dining room, I saw my mom eating the food on one of the plates. I rolled my eyes. "Mom. Didn't I tell you that was for Dana?" She scoffed. "Avery. Didn't I tell you that Dana isn't here?" "Trust me. She's here. You'll see. But in the meantime, I guess I should cook more food for her, since SOMEONE ate it." "Hmm.." She started, "I wonder who that someone is." I laughed, heading into the kitchen and cooking more food for Dana. Then, my mom started to talk. "Do you hear the shower running?" "Yep. It's Dana. She'll be down after she's done." "You're lucky that I don't feel like going upstairs, boy. If she's actually here, remind me that I owe you 20 bucks." I nodded and smiled. We both knew that I wouldn't forget. Once I finished cooking and plating her food, Dana came downstairs. I looked at her, and saw her wearing one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers. Just like old times. "You know," I said, looking at Dana, "You really need to bring your own wardrobe sometimes." She laughed, coming towards me and giving me a big hug. "Sure, as long as you don't break into every bathroom I'm in." "Whatev-" I said, getting cut off, as my mom yelled, "DANA!!" Dana and I jumped, and I moved out of the way, as my mom basically knocked Dana over, pulling her into a big hug. Damn. She never hugs ME like that. I let them have their girl time, as I ate my food. Dana came to sit next to me. "I miss times like this," She said. "Yeah," I replied, "So do I. But I'd still like for you to wear your own clothes." She hit me gently. "Shut up. I look better in them than you do." She was right. She did. I then remembered what my mom had said earlier. "Mom," "Yes?" "You owe me $20." ********** Dana and I decided to have some fun. Not like that, you dirty person, you. We went to the Amusement Park, and we went on a Roller Coaster. Dana tried to drag me away from it. "Can't we just go on the Carousel? You KNOW how much I hate Roller Coasters!" I laughed. "And you know how much I hate Carousels. Calm down. The roller coaster isn't going to kill you." She scoffed. "Oh yeah? And how do YOU know? Last time I checked, you weren't a psychic." "This isn't Final Destination 3, Dana. You'll be fine. Besides, if the roller coaster tracks collapse, I'll save you." "Oh please, last time I checked you weren't a superhero, either." This was starting to get annoying. "Just get on the damn roller coaster." "Make me," was all I needed before I picked her up bridal style and brought her onto the line. "No," She screamed, "Put me down!" She started struggling and trying to hit me. I laughed. I was so much stronger than her. When we go onto the coaster, I put her down and buckled her up. She sighed and looked at me with an annoyed facial expression. She was so cute. Once the coaster started moving, Dana held onto me tightly. She screamed the whole time. Damn, I thought dirty. Once we got off of the roller coaster, Dana didn't talk, so I asked her what was wrong. "I still hate roller coasters," she said. ********** As a last ride, Dana and I decided to ride the Merry-Go-Round. Once we got on, I started purposely rocking the seat, just so Dana would hold onto me. It worked. When we got to the top, I thought I'd take my chances. So I did. I leaned in and kissed her softly. She tensed up at first, but after a few moments, she began to relax, and kissed me back. Once a tent started to grow in my pants, I knew that I had to stop. But Dana held onto me. I was stronger than her, but at the time, my body was weak, and I didn't want to stop. Apparently, my friend down there didn't want to, either. Dana placed her hand on my chest as we continued to suck on each other's faces. She started inching closer to my crotch, before I stopped her and pulled away. "I can't." I said. She looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?" She said. I sighed. "Dana, are you a virgin?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes.. Why?" "I just.. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with." "What do you mean?" "I mean," I started, as a grabbed her hands, "I know that we wouldn't have.. You know, up here. But the thing is, I'm not a virgin. And if we end up staying together, I don't want you to feel like we have to have sex. You're an amazing girl. You don't have to do anything special for me." She looked down at my bulge and blushed. She then looked up at me and smiled. She kissed me on the cheek. "You're so cute," She said, making me smile. "But wait," She started, "Did you say, if we STAY together. Since when were we 'together'?" Man, wasn't she funny. "Well then," I started, "Dana Dixon. Would you do me the honor of being your (very lucky) boyfriend?" She kissed me, which made my friend down there even more excited. Ugh, I wish it'd stop. Wait, is that a yes? When she pulled away, she said, "If you're still wondering, that was a yes." I took her hand and kissed it. I don't that I was even this happy when I started going steady with Chelsea. It seemed as if time stopped just for us two, because once our whole "lovey-dovey" moment finished, we got to the bottom of the Merry-Go-Round. I drove her home. ********** When Dana got home, I walked her to the door. "Well.." She started, "That was.. nice." We both smiled. I leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't like our first kiss together; It was short. I wasn't aroused by it. Not at all. It was innocent. Just like Dana. We both said our goodbyes. I got in my car, as I watched her walk inside. That ass, though. Maybe THAT made me a bit aroused. Oops? ********** Sunday morning. I'd usually be contemplating on why I'm alive at this point, but just the fact that Dana Dixon is my girlfriend automatically makes me overjoyed with happiness. I then got a call. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey, Jamie." Dana said. I heard the smirk in her voice. "Hey, beautiful. What's up?" "Well, the sky's up. But, if you're asking me what I'm doing, I'm just sitting around. I must have called just in time; You sound like you just woke up." Fuckin' mind reader. "Yeah, haha. I did, actually. Did you want to come over?" "Sure, why not?" She said, before she hung up. Oooh. She SO wanted the D. Haha. I'll never grow up. ********** I hid behind a corner as the soldier from Afghanistan stood his ground, with his gun in hand. I looked around the corner and tried to shoot, until he shot me first. Shit. People ask me why I never play COD anymore. Yeah, this is why. I jumped as I heard someone banging on the door. When I walked up to the door and opened it, I was expecting to see Dana, but I didn't. I know what you're thinking. "OMG? CHELSEA!? YASS IT'S DEFINITELY CHELSEA." Yeah, no. It was my dad. ********** 8 Years ago, Buffalo, New York. ********** I laid in bed, covering my ears, as my parents argued. Man, I hated it. They would argue for hours, and the only days they didn't was when dad would be out late and come home once mom and I were both asleep. "WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU COME HOME SOBER FOR ONCE, ERICK!? IS IT THAT HARD!? DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR FUCKING LIFE!" Mom yelled. I hated when she cussed. I hated when anyone cussed. They're bad words; you shouldn't say them, especially around children. "I DON'T KNOW, SARAH! MAYBE WHEN YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO!" Dad replied. Why did they have to argue so much? Why couldn't we just be a happy family, like the ones on TV? I guess I'll never understand. "WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR YEARS, IS THAT NOT A REASON!? OH, WHAT ABOUT THE FACT THAT WE HAVE A CHILD!? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING A GOOD EXAMPLE FOR HIM, NOT ARGUING ALL OF THE DAMN TIME!" "WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?! WHAT ABOUT I DON'T COME AT ALL, THEN!?" I heard my dad storm out and slam the door. I crept downstairs, only to see my mom on the sofa, sobbing. I quickly ran over to her and sat on her lap. "Not right now, hun," She started, "Mommy's not feeling good right-" I cut her off. "I heard you and daddy fighting again. Please don't cry." I said, as I hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, hun. It won't happen again." But, she lied. It happened again. Later that night, daddy came home. I was going to hug him, until I heard a gunshot. I ran downstairs, only to see mommy's body there. She was alive, but she had blood coming from her mouth. Daddy shot her. I ran upstairs and called the cops. Mommy told me it was 911 before. Daddy got arrested. And it would be a while for him to come back. ********** Present day, Buffalo, New York. ********** "What the hell do you want?" I asked, sternly. He laughed. "Now, that's no way to talk to your father. You'd better apologize." I scoffed. Why the fuck would I apologize to this bastard? "When did you get out, anyway?" I asked. "Haven't you heard? I got back a few months ago." "No, if I had heard, I wouldn't have asked." He rolled his eyes. "Well, where's that yummy mother of yours?" Yuck. "Stay away from her." He laughed, once again. Why was this so funny? "You think you can keep me from coming into this house? I OWN you." "You don't own anyTHING or anyONE in this house. Got it? And if I find you anywhere NEAR my mother, I'll kick your ass. She's already gone through enough, she doesn't need you, or anyone else in her life that will cause her trouble. Stay. Away." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Fine," He started, "But I WILL be back. You can bet on it, son." I would've told him not to call me his son, but sadly, he had the right to. Just having someone like him as a father made me cringe. He walked away, looking back at me angrily. ********** Dana had finally arrived. I was watching out the window all day for her. Before she even had the chance to knock, I opened the door and pulled into a big hug and kiss. She giggled. "Is that how you're going to say hi from now on?" We both laughed. "Is that how you want me to say hi?" "Well. It'd be nice." "Alright. I now declare a hug and a kiss as my new greeting for you. You're welcome." "Yeah, yeah." I looked at her. "Dana.." I said. "Yes?" She answered. "You know I love you, right?" Holy crap. My own words surprised ME. It was the first time I had told Dana I loved her; and as more than a friend. Sure, we had just started dating. And sure, we saw each other again after 7 years about 4 months ago. But I meant it. I really did love her. And waiting for her reply almost made me die inside, because I was afraid of what she would say. She looked me with wide eyes, then looked down, and looked at me again. She said, "Stop looking at me like that. You should already know that I love you, too." God. What a relief. I hugged and kissed her again, and damn. Did it feel good. I just couldn't get enough of this girl. Someday Ch. 04 *Dana's POV* I watched as Drake dribbled the ball across the court, did a crossover on someone from the opposing team, faked and shot the ball. A three pointer. "WOOO!" I cheered, beside my parents. He looked at over, smiling at us, as he ran to the other side of the court. I always loved watching my brother play; when we were in Texas, we'd play Basketball together 24/7. I'd usually beat him, until time flashed before my eyes, and he went from being 5 feet to 6'3, and he wasn't the little 9 year old brother I remembered him as. He's 16 now, a star player on his Basketball team, with straight A's and girls in his grade practically drooling over him. He even has a beautiful girlfriend. He grew up way too fast. And sure, I sound like a mother more than a sister right now, but I never wanted him to grow up. He's not the same Drake; and he never will be. Not again. After the game, Drake came out of the locker room and met up with our parents and I. "Congrats!" I said, giving him a fist bump. "Thanks, sis. I'm not sure if I would've been as inspired if you weren't there," He replied. We both smiled. Drake was never that annoying little brother. The brother that would put gum in your hair, throw toys at you, or snitch if you did something wrong. We were the closest any siblings could be, and if people didn't know we were related, they'd probably think we were dating. But no, I belong to the strong, the handsome, Avery James Baxter. Once we got home, Drake walked into his room immediately. Something was wrong. I looked over at my parents and rolled my eyes. They weren't playing attention at all. Don't get me wrong, they're great parents, but sometimes they were just completely oblivious to what was happening around them. A guy with a ski mask and a gun could walk in right now and rob us, but they'd just be staring into space. How sad. I knocked on Drake's door, and heard some sniffling. "One second," He said, before I heard some shuffling. He then opened the door. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He looked fine barely 5 minutes ago, but when I looked at him now, his mini afro messy (more than usual), his light brown eyes red, along with his nose. What happened? I gently pushed him farther into his room, walked in, and closed the door behind me. I then crossed my arms. "Got something you want to tell me?" I asked. He looked at me, sighed, and sat on his bed. "Hannah cheated on me.." I couldn't help but gasp. Hannah and my brother had been together since they were 13. At first, my parents didn't support him dating so young, but when they met Hannah, they liked her, a lot. Hannah was an extremely pretty girl. She was American, but her parents were from South Korea. She looked a lot like the KPop star, Nana. She had dark brown eyes, fair skin, and ginger hair, though her natural hair color was black. I quickly sat down next to him, and put my arm around his shoulder. I used my free hand to take his and squeeze it. He buried his face in my shoulder and cried. "I'm so sorry.." I said. "Don't be; it's not your fault." He said, sobbing. We sat like that for a while, until he fell asleep in that position. I gently laid him down on his bed, and covered him with his blanket. I kissed his forehead and quietly walked out of his room. ***** *Avery's POV* Kelly put her ass up in the air for me and shook it a bit, waiting for me to enter. I thrusted into her hard, and she nearly screamed as a response. A grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her back to me, kissing her roughly. She moaned loudly into my mouth, as a sign that she was cumming; so was I. She came onto me and it triggered my climax. I came inside of her and pulled out, collapsing beside her. "Shit, I forgot to use a condom." I said, immediately panicking. Kelly giggled. "Do you REALLY think I'm that stupid, I'm on birth control. If I wasn't, I would've made you use a condom." I was relieved. I then thought of what would happen if Dana found out about this, hell, I don't even know how this happened. ***** 5 Hours Ago, Chelsea's House ***** I sat back on a recliner chair and was texting Dana. I smiled at her text. I would've called her, but the music here was too loud. Someone suddenly stood over me, so I looked up. It was Kelly, one of Chelsea's friends. She smiled at me and sat down on the chair next to me. "Cool party, huh?" She said, obviously trying to start a conversation. "Yeah, it's fine." I replied. "Where's your girlfriend? Dana, is it? I thought Chelsea invited her?" Oh, did I mention that Chelsea and Dana are friends again? ... Yeah. "She wasn't able to make it. She's at her brother's Basketball game." "Drake Dixon, right?" "Yup." "Cool.. So, you want a tour of the house or something?" "Well, I guess I have nothing else to do. So, why not?" I answered. She immediately grabbed my hand and gave me a tour of the house. The last room was Chelsea's parent's bedroom. "And.. Here is where Chelsea was made," She started, giggling a bit, her big brown eyes glistening. "Maybe we can test it out.." She said, seductively walking towards me. "What are you doing?" "Oh, you know, Avery.." She started, "Dana doesn't have to know about it. This can be our own little secret." "We really shouldn't be doing this.." "Oh, come on. You need this. I need this. We both know you're not getting any from that pretty little girlfriend of yours.. She's too innocent. She's still a virgin, isn't she?" I nodded. "Exactly. So, come on. She won't find out, I promise." Damn. How could I turn down an offer like this? I grabbed Kelly and kissed her hard. ***** After our great sex, we both walked out of the room, making sure no one saw us. I guess we should've been more careful. Dana was outside of the door. I guess she made it to the party... I guess she heard us... And I guess she was pretty pissed off. She looked at both of us with an odd face. She didn't look upset; but she didn't necessarily look angry. Before she said anything, I started, "Look, babe-" "Don't call me babe, you asshole. Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?! I thought I could trust you, but unfortunately you can't keep your dick in your pants. And you sleep with this.. Whore!" Kelly scoffed. I was shocked. 49% because I've never heard Dana swear before, but the other 51% was because I've never seen her so mad before. "I'm so sorry, I.." "You WHAT, Avery? I'd like to listen, but honestly I don't know what would be a valid explanation for this. So, you know what? Don't explain. I don't need this. Fuck you, fuck Kelly, and fuck our relationship. We're over. Don't even THINK of talking to me." And with that, she stormed away. ***** For the past few days, I've been thinking a lot about Dana. I can't even imagine the pain I put her through. Sure, she has a tough exterior, but I know her. I bet she cried the moment she got in her car and went home. All I wanted to do was comfort her, and tell her everything was going to be okay. But, I couldn't; I'd be telling her a lie. At 3:00 PM, I finally decided to get out of bed. It was a Monday, but after I told my mom what had happened, (after her giving me a big slap across the face), she let me take the day off. I looked in the mirror. Holy shit, I looked like crap. I had bags under my red eyes. My hair was messy, and you could easily tell I had been crying. Man, what the hell was I thinking? To be with a girl like Dana was a blessing. Not only was she beautiful, but she was smart, intelligent, kind, funny, and the most important of all, faithful... Unlike me. After I finished feeling sorry for myself, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and jumped into the shower. The warm water felt so nice running down my body, and I thought about how nice it would feel if Dana joined me.. No. That was my problem. All I could think about was sex sex sex.. Dana was my anchor. If I was around her, I had control. I wanted her back. I NEEDED her back. ***** I was on my way to Dana's house, I really needed her. When I opened the door, I saw the last person I wanted to see. My dad. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I really didn't need this. Not right now. Not ever. "Sup, kid? Your mother here?" "Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?" "Didn't I tell you that I'd be back?" I heard my mom come downstairs, in a pair of dress pants, black high heels and a blue halter top. I raised an eyebrow at her. I then looked back at my dad, and he threw me a devilish grin. Oh, hell no. "What the hell is this?" I said, confused. They looked at each other, then at me, then at each other, then at me again. "Avery, hun," My mom started, "Your dad and I are back together." I was at a loss for words. All that I did was stood out of the way for my mother to walk out the door, with the deadbeat I call a father. She smiled, and gave me the 'we'll talk later' look. ***** I was sitting in the living room, waiting for my mom to come back. I was planning on going to Dana's place, but I really didn't know how she'd forgive me. Or if she ever would. If she ever did forgive me, it wouldn't take her just 3 days to do so. She needed time. As soon as I heard a knock on the door, I ran towards it and opened it. I was hoping it was my mom, but it was the person that I least expected it to be. Kelly. "Uh.. Hey?" I said, obviously confused. She threw me a half smile. "Hey.. Can I come in?" She said. Something was wrong. "Sure," I said, standing to the side so she could enter. We both sat down on the couch in silence until she started to burst into tears. I held her in my arms. "Avery.." She said, sobbing. "I'm pregnant."