Okay, not to rush you guys or anything, but no one's entered a make-out scene for "This Could Be All That I've Waited For" yet. Take as long as you need, but I'm kinda curious to read them, so PLEASE write one, I'm begging you right now. Seriously.

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Lexi POV

"Alex, will you please tell me?" I whined, batting my eyelashes.

"Wow," Jack said, watching me, "I never thought I'd see the day that Lexi Conners begged for something."

I laughed, "I only beg when I get curious, and normally," I turned to Alex, "it works."

"It's cute, it doesn't work on me, but..." Alex smiled crookedly at me.

"You suck," I replied, walking out of the back lounge of the bus to go sit with Zack and Rian, who were in the front lounge.

"He still won't tell you?" Rian asked, moving over so I could sit with him on the couch.

"Nope," I sighed. "Anyway what are you guys going to do on our first day off? Sorry Alex and I are leaving you, by the way."

"We're going to hang out with Forever The Sickest Kids, play video games, and stuff like that," Zack replied, "you guys are going to the party tonight, right?"

"We wouldn't miss it," Alex said, him and Jack walking into the room.

"Alright, well when are we leaving for this 'secret'?" I asked, making finger-quotes around 'secret.'

"In an hour," he replied, sitting at the dinner table.

"Okay," I sighed, "I'm going to go get ready then."

"See ya," the guys said, turning on the T.V. I rolled my eyes and went to my bunk to find some clothes. I picked out my black skinny jeans, and yellow Kill Brand shirt, then I went into the bathroom to get into the shower.

I have to admit something, I haven't stopped cutting. I did, for a year, but then I felt numb and depressed again. I cut on my wrists, still, but lately I have also started cutting on my stomach, because the blood doesn't gush as much. Although, I do have two scars on my stomach, and I'm constantly afraid someone's going to find them.

I didn't cut today, though, not enough time to.

So I jumped out of the shower and got dressed, quickly blow drying my hair, because I wouldn't have to straighten it.

"Leix!" Alex yelled, and started banging on the bathroom door.

I opened it, "I'm ready, gosh."

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I'm excited."

"Me too," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck, "so can we go?"

"Yeah, c'mon," he started to pull me off of the bus.

"We'll see you guys at eight," I screamed, closing the bus door.

Alex opened the door to our rented Escalade, and I got it. In the backseat there was a picnic blanket, and a wooden basket.

I smiled, and sighed. Alex was, without a doubt, the sweetest guy in the world, and I've been lying to him for five years about cutting.

~!~

We pulled up a small lake, that was surrounded by thousands of flowers.

I got out and my breath was taken away at the picturesque scene, "Alex, this is, wow."

"I know," he replied, leading me into the meadow. He stopped walking when we reached the water side, "wait here."

"Okay," I said, laying on my back, facing the crystal clear water.

Alex came back carrying the basket and the blanket, and he laid them out.

"Come here," he said, patting the spot next to him. I smiled and cuddled up next him, laying my head on his chest. "And now for the surprise." He pulled out sandwiches from the basket, and a small, portable DVD player.

"Oh my God, Alex," I gushed, hugging him, "you are so sweet."

He blushed and pressed play, and my favorite movie came on, Romeo and Juliet, the one with Leonardo Dicaprio.

I started eating, trying to blink back the tears that were springing into my eyes.

~!~

"Aw," I said when the movie ended, "thank you."

"Anything for you," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I slowly fell onto my back, the flowers surrounding us. Alex nipped at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue roam my mouth. I slipped my hands under his shirt, running my hands over his muscles. Alex pulled my shirt over my head, and I froze. Would he see the scars?

Alex realized I had stopped kissing him and he pulled away from me, worry in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, trying to come with a good excuse, "oh, it's just we should leave soon, you know? I'm sure we're already late for the party."

"Ugh," he groaned, "I forgot." He got up and grabbed my hand to pull me up.

"Thanks," I said, and I picked up my shirt, slipping it back on.

Alex packed up the basket and we started walking back to the car, hand in hand.

I stopped at my door, "Alex, I can't thank you enough for today, it was one of the best days of my life."

"No problem," he replied, kissing me one more time, before he opened the door for me.

I smiled and got in, wondering how I got lucky enough to get Alex.

~!~

When we pulled up to the party it seemed like every band on the tour was here, most of them very drunk.

Alex and I walked over to Jack, who was drinking water, and talking with some girl with brown hair.

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" Alex asked, walking over to Jack.

"Good your here, okay. Rian, Zack," Jack shouted, waving the two guys over. "Okay everyone, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Heather."