Just a little something I came up with since I was bored and this wouldn't leave my mind. Hope you like it:)

She was so beautiful. Those short skirts made her legs look so so incredibly long. Her slick silky hair reflecting off of the light adding to the beauty that was her. However, the way she was pushing herself right up against that blundering baffoon he called a friend made his heart constrict and contort painfully. The little green monster inside him was begging and howling for release. He could of gone up there now and have stopped it, stopped this jealousy that was brewing deep inside him because of the sight but it just wasn't his place. He had no right. All he had to do was sit here in this very uncomfortable plastic chair watching them as they made out and smile.

How could everyone look and act so normal when they were doing that! Except the fact that none of the them were in love with the brunette that was currently overtaking his thoughts all day, everyday... Okay, well he just kinda answered his own question and he had to physically stop himself from palming his own forehead for being so stupid by camping down his left hand onto his right. He looked down at his watch. 2:46. What? They had been kissing for over 2 minutes. Wasn't that enough? Surely they would need air by now?

As the baffoon's hand ran gently up her thigh, he immediately saw red and was up and out of his seat and pushing the boy away before anyone could even blink. He quickly silenced any complaints from the brunette with a simple kiss which he soon deepened, desperate to claim what was rightfully his and to wipe away any signs of his friend even being there previously from her mind. She soon stopped protesting and began responding to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his blond hair. He grinned against her lips and tugged a little at her waist playfully as he heard her mutter 'you are so dead.' He didn't care.

"Chord! Just what do you think you are doing?"

"Yeah dude we were in the middle of a scene!"

"He's got it bad. Even gets jealous when his girlfriend is acting the 'girlfriend' part."

"Whipped."

"Totally." He heard Lea whisper coyly into the kiss. He groaned.

Just a little drabble.