Hey, everyone! So, here's the second chapter. I was really unsure of how to do it. Not really because of the weird way that I write stories haha, but the first day of April, AKA April Fool's Day was no joke for me this year. I lost my grandfather to cancer. :( So, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little sad or suck-ish. I really wanted to try to work on something and make myself feel better with some Jatie-fluff. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it. :)

Disclaimer:I own absolutely nothing but the plot. Oh, and Tiffany. But I don't really want her, so...Eh.

Warnings: Ummm...Fluff?


Katie's POV

I sat on my front porch swing, staring at the ground. I couldn't believe what was happening. James Diamond had a girlfriend. An actual girlfriend. He wasn't supposed to have a girlfriend. Except for me.

You know, once I wasn't fourteen anymore. Probably when I was sixteen. But still.

Hmmph.

That blonde monstrosity in my backyard that he was seeing was not okay. I mean, who did she think she was? She's not even his type. How dare she try to steal him away.

I frowned. Or was she succeeding? My eyes widened at the horrible thought. No. No way. She couldn't actually do that. Could she? Would James actually allow that to happen?

No.

He wouldn't. He wouldn't let anyone keep him away from anyone. Unless...What if she was starting off really small? So, maybe he wasn't really noticing it. Like, she was easing him into her evil clutches. So, you know, she'd have him all to herself...

And she didn't really seem to like me. Which was odd, because I'm a very likable person. Modestly saying so, of course. But I'm a sweetheart. And I'm not thrilled about her jacking my man, but I didn't do anything to her. So, why did she keep giving me the death glare?

Did she know how I felt about him? Oh no...What if she did? Would she tell James? Did he already know? Maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, I wasn't happy.

I sighed, wishing I was sixteen already. If I was, I would go back there and take him from her. Or maybe I would have already snatched him up. Then this whole situation could have been avoided. And I'd be super happy. But no. I was stuck being fourteen.

I mentally pouted. It was so unfair. And what was even more unfair was that I was stuck with this stupid crush on him. Like, seriously, would it ever go away? How long could crushes last? Crushes could turn into love, I knew that much. But at what age could that happen? The last thing I needed was to fall in love with him. This was hard enough.

"Hey, Kit-Kat," Carlos said, walking out the front door. He sat down next to me. "We were all wondering where you went."

"I'm sure that's not true. I can think of one person who could care less," I responded.

He looked at me curiously. "You're not talking about James, are you? Because he's the first one who noticed you were gone."

I shook my head. "I was talking about his blonde monstrosity of a girlfriend. Was he really the first one to point it out? I'm sure she didn't like that."

He chuckled. "Yeah, he was. And no, not really. I think he's getting irritated with her."

"Good."

He grinned. "You're so cute."

I whined. "Shut up."

Carlos' grin widened. "But your crush on him is so adorable."

My eyes widened. "It's that obvious?!"

He laughed. "Only to some of us. But don't worry, James is completely oblivious to it."

I relaxed a little. "I don't know...He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for. And he could just be pretending he doesn't know. Or acting like it's not true. Maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge it because he doesn't want to hurt me."

"Maybe. You know the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt you."

"I know."

Before Carlos could say anything else, James joined us.

"There you are," he said.

Carlos hugged me, got up, and left us alone.

James sat down next to me. "Are you okay?"

I shrugged.

He frowned. "What's wrong, Baby Kitty?"

"Nothing," I said quietly.

"Liar. Tell me."

I shook my head.

He started poking me, saying, "Tell me," between pokes.

I groaned.

"I can be very annoying when I want to be."

"Oh, trust me. I know."

He looked affronted. "Well."

My lips twitched.

He grinned. "Hah!"

"Oh, hush."

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Don't wanna."

"I will pull you into my lap and cuddle you until you spill it."

I stared at him. "Seriously? You're threatening me with cuddles?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Look at you. All six foot one, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscle, and ready to cuddle. I can see why people are terrified of you. You're brutal."

He scowled. "I will have you know, I am very brutal."

"Uh huh. Can I call you Cuddles?"

"No!"

I grinned.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"You're trying to distract me and make me forget about trying to find out what's wrong with you."

"Am I?" I blinked up at him innocently. "I haven't the slightest clue as to what you're talking about."

"Sure." He yanked me into his lap.

I squeaked.

He then proceeded to cuddle me.

"Jaaaaaames," I whined.

"Nope. I'm not gonna stop until you tell me what's wrong. I don't like when my Baby Kitty is upset. It's very upsetting."

"Nice use of adjectives there."

"Thank you. Now talk."

I sighed, realizing there was no way I was going to get out of this. Not without complying with what he wanted. "Fine. I don't like your girlfriend. And I don't think she likes me either. Happy?"

"Well, not particularly. You're a huge part of my life, just like I'm a huge part of yours. I want you and any girlfriend I have to get along."

How was I supposed to tell him that wouldn't happen unless I got over my crush on him?

"And as for her not liking you," he continued. "There might be something to that. I don't get why. You're a sweetheart. How someone can not like you is beyond me."

I smiled.

"And if someone I date can't be nice to you and accept that we're a part of each other's lives, then I can't be with that person."

I looked up at him.

"I'm not going to have a relationship where I have to choose between you and her. Because it's always going to be you."

"Really?" I asked, trying to keep my lip from trembling. He was so sweet. Why wasn't I sixteen yet?!

James nodded. "Really. You're my number one girl, Baby Kitty. And if you don't want me to date Tiffany, I won't."

I chewed on my lip. "I don't know...I mean, I don't like her. And she doesn't like me. But I want you to be happy."

"I know. But like I said, I can't be happy if you two are not going to get along. I don't doubt that you would try. I know you would. It's her I'm worried about. And she's a little high strung. I wasn't really sure it was going to work out, anyway."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't. You have nothing to be sorry about." He kissed my forehead.

I smiled again. "Kay."

"So, how about we go back out to the backyard and get the rest of this barbecue over with? If Tiffany ends up getting pissed and leaving, who cares, right?" he grinned. "Then tomorrow night, you and I will go do stuff. I'm thinking maybe bowling, a movie and dinner?"

I nodded eagerly. Seriously, he was the best! And if I still want him when I'm sixteen...Oh, I'm so making sure he's mine.


Sooo...That was the second chapter...Hopefully it was okay haha. Again, I'm really sorry if it seemed off or anything like that. I wanted to get lost in something and get this updated for Megan (Science-Fantasy93). I hope you liked it! Review and tell me what you all thought. :)