A/N (PLEASE READ... Well you don't have to... But it'd be nice :D ) : So I deleted my last story, I'm sorry guys. I really hated it, and it just depressed me. So here I am writing this new one. This story may be a bit different, and this first chapter IS a bit slow but I have a direction with this story and I'm going to stick with it. :D Hope you guys like it and let me know anything I need to work on, that will be greatly appreciated. This story is also rated M for swearing, and drug use (smoking and drinking). I warned you.

Chapter 1: Break-ups

Jay stared out in the restless city of L.A with his emotionless blue eyes. He was leaning on his elbows that were sitting on the rail of his balcony. He had a cigarette placed tightly in-between his middle and pointer finger in one hand, a beer in the other and a hot pocket cooking inside. He took a sip then brought his cigarette to his mouth and inhaled, letting the smoke relax his muscles as it filled his lungs with cancer. He didn't give a shit though, it's his life. He was addicted to the sticks.

He just caught his girlfriend cheating on him, and he was too pissed to even say a word to her. He just took her apartment key away and then threw all of her shit outside the door and locked it. They only lived together for 3 months, but were together for 8. He wasn't even in love with the chick, but he did really like her. That's the part that sucks. He tolerated a lot for her, hell, he even moved in with her.

His thoughts were interuppted by the microwave beep and he decided to just wait for it too cool off. Plus, he really needed another cigarette. He set his beer down and pulled out his lighter and the last cigarette in his pack. He treated it like it was a queen, and carefully lit it as he inhaled it like it was the most amazing cigarette he has ever smoked.

"Did you guys get in another fight?!"

"'Shit!" Jay cursed. He jumped at the voice and dropped his cigarette off the balcony. He looked down at it miserably, and glared back at Spinner. "That was my last cigarette!"

"I'll give you one of mine, don't you fret little girl." Spinner said laughing.

"No thanks."

"'Wait, what?" Spinner was taken back at the rejection, "why the hell not?"

"I don't want any of your bitch cigs."

"Menthols are not bitch cigs!" Spinner defended, although he preferred it to be that way anyway. He only offered to be nice. Jay grabbed his beer and went inside the apartment, opening the microwave with frustration and grabbing the hot pocket.

"How the fuck did you get in here anyway? I locked the door."

"You forget that I live here, too." He pulled out his keys and wiggled them around infront of Jay.

"Well doesn't seem like it! You're gone all the time!"

"Okay, baby. I promise to be around more often since you're so needy," Spinner joked, "but hey, why is all of Kailey's shit outside?"

"I kicked her out."

"Wow. What'd you do this time?"

"Nothing," Jay said bluntly, "she cheated on me with Roman. Walked in on them when I was picking up the speakers. Idiots."

"Oh shit."

"How did you not know? You're over there more then half the time."

"Well, Jay, I'm not really considered a smart man."

"That's true." Jay cracked a grin and sat down on the couch. He finished his hot-pocket, and being too lazy to get up and throw it away, he threw the wrapper on the coffee table in front of him. Spinner sat on the chair next to the couch and stared at the TV. That was the end of that conversation. Spinner knew when to shut up, and plus, guys don't really like getting into the depths of their emotions, especially Jay.

Jay has always been a very introverted person, if you didn't know him well you couldn't even tell if something was wrong. If you did know, you don't talk about it. End of story. Spinner found this out when they moved here together. Jay was so torn and upset, and Spinner, to this day, still doesn't know why. All he remembers is Jay telling him that they need to leave and go to the states, or anywhere, just to get away. He tried to pry to understand why, but that only resulted in Jay jumping down his throat. So he let it go.

He mayy never find out, but as long as Jay is okay he is perfectly fine with that. So now they live here. Still bestfriends. Still partying together. And living life to it's fullest. They're 24! That's what 24 year olds do anyway, right?

"Was that the last beer too?" Spinner asked.

"Yup."

"Fuck. I'm going to get more." Jay nodded to him as Spin got up and opened the door. He glanced outside and then closed the door really fast. "Holy shit, man!" Jay sat up looking at him concerned.

"Is Kailey here?"

"No! But you aren't going to believe who is, dude!" Spinner opened the door and looked again, "Damn, she has gotten fine!" Jay got up and ran over to the door to look. The girl was right next to his door, trying to get past Kailey's shit that was blocking her to her room. Jay only assumed that she had just barely moved her, considering she had a lot of stuff in her hands and he hasn't seen her here before. Her back was facing towards them now, but he couldn't stop drooling at how good-looking her butt... er... back was.

The girl was tall, but of course she was short compared to him, and she wore a white jean-skirt that just enhanced how tall and tan her legs were. Her butt looked tight, and she was really fit. She wore a blood-red shirt, and her long golden blonde hair flowed in curls down her back.

He smirked. He didn't need to look twice to know who she was.
He was staring at the butt of Miss Emma Nelson.