A/N - I usually only update stories if they have 20 reviews per chapter, but I'll give you guys a treat.

So... I have a blog. It's nothing important, or popular. No one even knows about it. Sure, I have followers that read every entry and comment regularly on it, but it doesn't matter. They're all strangers. They don't know me and I don't know them. They know my pen name is Make It Shine, and that I'm a girl in love with another girl and that's it. I mostly write about Jade, I don't use her name I just refer to her as 'best friend'. But aside from her... I write about everything.

More than anything I want to be a writer. Someone who can change your life by the way of my words. But I want to be different, I want to be the person everyone looks up to. I want to be the author that the troubled kids can find refuge in. Where the addicts can go when they want something they can't have, where the cutters go when their triggering, where the alcoholics can go when they want to take one more sip.

Writing saves my sanity and yet no one knows I write. Not my parents, not Jade, not Andre. No one. Everyone keeps pushing me to become a singer because I play the piano and write songs in my song book, they think because I enjoy doing something I'm going to continue doing it for the rest of my life but it's not that easy. I don't want to rely on my voice just because I can use it. I don't want the easy life. It's complicated, and I'm sure you have no idea what I'm even talking about but I don't want to be a singer just because I'm good at it. I don't want to be an actress, or anything famous- IF I do turn out to be famous, I want it to be because of my words, not my voice.

I've been the person who felt alone. Who was afraid of group projects because no one would want me in their group. I've been there. I've felt it. And reading, knowing, that someone else goes through the exact same thing made it so much easier. I just hope to god I can make lives easier like authors did for me.

I was halfway through putting my makeup on in preparation for the party when my phone started ringing. "Shit," I say twisting my head looking for my phone. Seeing it lay on my bed I picked it up and looked at the number. Blocked. I normally don't answer blocked numbers, but, oh well. Yolo.

I press answer and I'm greeted with heavy breathing.

"Uh, hello?"

"What are you wearing?" Her voice.

I chuckle and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Nothing baby, why? Do you want to come over and murder me?" I walk back over to my mirror to finish applying my makeup.

"Maybe. Why? Do you want me to? Want me to come mess your body up?"

"Maybe," I smirk as I start to speak, "but I'd rather you do other stuff to my body first."

The line is silent and I start laughing again. Point one for Tori.

"Shut up Mexican." She chuckles, and I can so tell that she's blushing.

"Conseguir su palido culo encima aqui." I pressed end and pushed my phone in my back pocket. I was putting my shoes on when a loud car horn and a pounding knock on the door brings me down the stairs and over to the door. I pull it open and of course, Jade stands with her left hand hanging over her hip wearing a smirk.

"What were those things you wanted me to do to your body again?"

"Nothing now, now that you keep playing the race card. I wouldn't want you to have to put up with my maracas."

I try so hard to keep a straight face when she takes my hand in hers.

"Your maracas are amazing, I'd never have to 'put up' with those wonderful things."

"Why do you like them so much? All they do is make music."

"I like my maracas small," Her grin could outstretch her entire face if she keeps going, "Plus, my favorite letter is B. And my favorite word is cup."

I start to follow her out of the house but grab her forearm stopping her. "I don't get it?"

"Wait for it." Her lips tug up in a smile. We started walking again, and as we reached it the door my face turned blood red.

"OH! Jadelyn West!"

"That's right. That's what I like to hear."

The goth snorted as she nearly almost tumbled over with laughter after seeing my face and reaction. After a few more humiliating moments Jade turned around to open the door and began to walk out, but before she had that chance I grabbed her hips and slammed the door closed. I pushed her up against the door. I moved closer to her from the behind and slapped her ass as hard as I could causing it to jiggle. A moan erupted from her throat as she tried to cover it up with a yelp. I moved closer up closing any gap between us. My pelvis was in contact with her behind. I don't want to move. At all. But, I need to. I lower my head and kiss her on the neck moving up to her ear.

"Let's go vampire."

Now it's my turn to smirk.

A/N - I'm not too sure about this chapter either. Lol but review for more. :)

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