Hey everybody! I told you if inspiration struck then I would write another story for Jackson and Ramona and guess what . . . INSPIRATION HAS STRUCK! Haha anyway this story is a companion piece to Protecting You. It leaves off two weeks after that one-shot. Also if you will look underneath the title on this document you will see that I have this as CHAPTER ONE. That's right, you guessed it. This story will have multiple chapters in it. Not sure how many, but I'll let you know when I do. Hope you all enjoy this!

Codymitchell1: Sequel has been made!

Guest (The Ghost): Thank you, Ghost. It is always good to hear from you. I'm glad that you like my stories.

dove morgan: You will just have to read this story and find out ;)

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About You Now

Chapter One

Jackson Fuller's brain would not shut off.

Turning onto his side, he glared at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:57 AM flashed against the screen as if the time was laughing at him – mocking him. It was completely dark outside and the light of the sun wouldn't begin to rise for several more hours. Max slept soundlessly six feet away from him. At this moment Jackson envied his little brother. He was so young and did not yet of the pressures of life piling on top of him.

Jackson, on the other hand, was so stressed that his brain wouldn't even shut off to allow him a few hours of peace. On top of his schoolwork and everyday chores, he was still grounded from his impromptu fight with his friend/enemy, Popko. Also, his best friend – who he kissed two weeks ago – has refused to speak to him and is currently avoiding him and he needs to figure out what exactly and how to tell his girlfriend, Lola about everything.

Closing his eyes again, Jackson tried to lull his brain to sleep. At this point he'd be happy to pass out just from pure exhaustion. His eyes soon snapped open in frustration. I'm never going to get to sleep, he thought helplessly. Maybe some milk or something will help.

Carefully without making noise Jackson pushed aside his blankets and climbed out of bed. Jackson made a point to avoid any toys Max may have left on the floor – now was not the time to step on a Lego – and tip-toed out of their shared bedroom. He successfully evaded the squeaky floor board as he passed by Tommy's nursery and walked down the stairs that led into the kitchen.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his heart momentarily stopped in fright. He had not expected to see anyone down here at four o'clock in the morning, but he had been wrong. In front of him – with an equally surprised look on her face – stood Ramona, the fridge opened beside her.

"W-what are you doing here?" Jackson kicked himself. Smooth Jackson. Real smooth. This is the first time you see her in two weeks and you stutter like an idiot.

Even in the dark he could make out Ramona's raised eyebrow and the look that clearly said, I live here to, you idiot.

"I just – uh, I didn't expect anyone to be awake right now," he elaborated.

Ramona shrugged a single shoulder and turned back toward the fridge. "I couldn't sleep." Her voice was mumbled, and the explanation wasn't great, but Jackson didn't care because she was talking to him again. His best friend was talking to him again for the first time in weeks and a part of him couldn't be happier.

Unfortunately, the other part knew better than to enjoy this moment. She said three words to him, which was a great first step, but there was still a lot the two had to speak about. Starting with the kiss. . . .

The cold water from the ice pack soon snapped Jackson out of his trance. Jumping up from his spot on the couch, he tossed the ice pack into the freezer and surged up the stairs and down the hall to Ramona's room.

He fist jabbed against the door in a frenzied knock. "Ramona?"

No response to his knocking.

"Ramona?" He tried again with a somewhat calmer knock. "Come on. Please open the door."

Normally he would love to get some quiet from his sarcastic, fast-talking friend, only not right after a huge development in their friendship.

He sighed as he said her name, "Ramona, we have to talk about this. I'll be in my room. Just barge in whenever you're ready." He usually hated when people simply barged into his room, but this was a pressing exception.

Lowering his hand from the door, Jackson backed up from his former room and into his current one. Only closing the door half-way, he parked himself at his desk so he could keep an eye on Ramona's door.

For the next hour, his eyes never flickered from her door which drove him insane. There was no squeak of her door. No mutterings of Spanish. Not even the crackle of a sour gummy worm bag opening. Only complete and utter silence and Jackson hated it.

Growing up, the two had never had trouble speaking their mind to each other. It was probably because, at the time, they seriously disliked each other so it didn't matter what the other said at the time. Then Kimmy and Ramona moved in. His mom even tried bribing him with chocolate and sweets to make sure he was cool with it. At first the dislike stayed the same.

Then slowly the relationship changed. While Ramona was readjusting to a new school, and making new friends, and the divorce of her parents, Jackson was adjusting to life without his father around, and his home suddenly being over-run by females. The two would have denied it if anyone asked, but they needed each other.

They needed a friend who understood what the other was going through. They each needed someone who understood the situation, but was still biased at the same time. That is what they found in each other.

Jackson and Ramona began to grow closer after that.

Their dislike soon changed to like. Their enemy status on Facebook was quickly updated to friends. Not long after that they became each other's best friend. Lola was of course Ramona's girlfriend – best friend, and Popko was Jackson's guy friend – best friend. But when they weren't in need of their respective girl/guy best friends, they were with each other.

Then everything began to change again.

After a very, very long chase, Jackson managed to go from sort of dating Lola to being actual boyfriend-girlfriend, and he couldn't have been happier. The pieces of his life were finally beginning to fit together once again. Sure, school sucked, but his friends were falling into place, he was getting used to having Kimmy and Stephanie in his life more regularly, his mom was happy, and even began dating Matt, also he was dating the girl of his dreams.

But of course nothing can actually go well in his life for long. Ramona took a chance and jumping into the fire by kissing Popko. She was then burned because of it. A couple of months later, she gave him a second chance and this time the disaster was worse than Hiroshima.

Jackson thought he was doing what was right. He was trying to protect his friend only he ended up hurting her in the process. With the help of Ramona's Achilles heel – sour gummy worms – she forgave him and Jackson promised not to do something like that again.

That should have been the end of it, but, of course, it never is.

The very next day, Popko was at school and had his arm around his newest girlfriend without a care in the world. Jackson couldn't stand it. Popko had one of the best girls at school and he threw her away without a second thought. Without thinking, Jackson slammed his locker and stalked over to where Popko stood against his locker.

In that moment not even his mother could have stopped Jackson from punching Popko in the jaw. He luckily had the element of surprise on his side and was actually able to land a good punch on his face. Unluckily, Popko was quick to respond. Jackson may not be able to open mayo jars most days of the week, but that day he must have peaked because he was actually able to somewhat hold his own in that fight.

It wasn't until the teachers pulled the two apart did they realize that they'd attracted a crowd. The two had been sent home early that day and received two days suspension. His mother was not happy. She grounded him and took away every piece of joy and fun in his life.

Then Ramona arrived home. She immediately noticed the bruises that littered Jackson's face and demanded to know what happened. He told her the truth which seemed to gain him some points in their friendship. Only maybe too many points were gained because they were soon pulled together like magnets. Their lips were not left with any other option, but to meet.

The kiss was brief, but it became the cause of two weeks of avoidance, short answers, awkward dinner conversations and living room exits.

Stepping further into the kitchen, Jackson pulled a glass from the top cupboard and reached around Ramona for the milk carton. After pouring himself a small glass, he sighed at the awkwardness of the situation. The tension needed a knife to be cut. They were best friends, he thought furiously. It shouldn't be this way between them.

"Ramona, we need to talk about what happened," he spoke up quietly.

"Why?" Her expression was unreadable. "It was a mistake."

Jackson couldn't stop the pang that shocked his chest at her words. "Is that what you think?"

Ramona released a tired sigh and shut the refrigerator. "What I think is that you are dating my best friend. You are one of my best friends. That kiss . . . it never should have happened."

Understanding the situation he was probably putting her in, Jackson nodded his head in agreement. "Okay."

"Okay?" She asked confused.

"'Okay' as in we will pretend like that kiss never happened. I will continue dating Lola, you will continue being her friend, and we will continue to being best friends," he said the sentence like he was devising a strategy for war. He fought to keep the shakiness out of his voice.

Ignoring the glass of milk he had just poured, Jackson turned his back to Ramona and made his way back up the stairs to his room. Careful of the same obstacles as before, he managed to make his way back to bed with little misfortune. Pulling the blankets on top of him, Jackson looked at the clock again. 4:10 AM.

With a frustrated sigh, Jackson thought, Maybe I can catch up on my sleep in study hall tomorrow. I'm obviously not going to be getting any tonight.

Alright now that is the end of chapter one! I hope you all enjoyed it. Now remember you all know how much I love to read your feedback . . . so get typing! Lol!

~Kaylee