Okay, this wasn't the planned third chapter, but I HAD to write it now.

This idea Tori and I came up with today during enrichment. One thing lead to another, then McDonald's, then I figured it needed a little public embarrassment, and alas, here we are with chapter number three.

Oh, and this one, James and Tori are just dating. That works better for this plot.

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Fake-up

To put it simply, I was excited. James didn't have to work today, his first day off in pretty much a month. So I hadn't seen him that much.

We weren't doing anything special, merely just hanging out in my living room, and catching up.

"Hey," James said, and I looked up as he walked over to me.

"Hi," I said, smiling up at him. He sat down next to me, then kissed me gently.

"How have you been?" he asked me as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Okay," I told him. "But I'm much better now that you're here."

"Aww," he said, running his hand up and down my back.

"You've just been working a lot lately. I've missed you," I admitted quietly.

"Well, sorry that I have a job," James said.

It sounded like it should have been a joke. But he said in this tone of seriousness and one that should have made me feel guilty.

"I have a job!" I said, pulling away from him and giving him a look.

"Well, you're being selfish," he said.

I scoffed. I was not being selfish! I was just happy he was here. This was James' fault. He was the one who started talking with an attitude.

"I am not," I said. "You're the one who started this."

"You don't even seem to support me, though, Tori. I just seem to be becoming your arm candy or something," he said.

I felt my throat closing up, and I couldn't believe this was happening.

"James, what are you talking about? You mean everything to me!"

"No I don't."

I couldn't be here anymore. I got up and left, shutting the door behind me forcefully.

I couldn't seem to put this together. It seemed as though there was a hint of sarcasm in all those words, but the angry tone took over. This was so messed up. I didn't want to be without James.

I'd already tried to go without him before, but we were brought back together.

I ended up at McDonald's. In the ball pit.

How I got there, I don't really know. I was just moping at now here I was, waiting for someone to kick me out.

In the midst of sitting in a pile of red, blue, green and yellow plastic balls, I didn't even notice the person standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" James asked softly, and I could hear in the voice that guilt.

I shrugged, still looking down at the kiddie balls I was sitting in.

"You're kind of short," he said suddenly. I looked up at him, and he was smiling.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"That's how you got in here," he said, gesturing around him.

"Okay, true. But you're kind of tall. How'd you get in here?"

"I snuck in," he said simply, grinning. I rolled my eyes. "And I'm sorry."

"James, don't apologize. I was the one who took it the wrong way," I told him, looking down again.

"But I was the one who gave you sass." I laughed a little.

"Look, we both took it the wrong way," I said.

"Agreed," he said. James held out his tanned hand, and I took it and he pulled me up. "Now, if we leave this, we will get dirty looks."

"So?" I said, walking toward the door, but he stopped me.

"No," he said. He stood in front of me, then picked me up, his arms under my legs.

"James, what are you doing?" I asked through laughter.

"This is an ingenious plan. But, it will also create some public embarrassment," he said.

"You know I always do that anyway, so let's go," I agreed.

"Alright, just open the door."

I leaned forward, stretching my arm out and pulled open the door. We immediately got stares from everyone around, everyone wondering why two grown people were in the ball pit at McDonald's.

"Tori, how many times have I told you to stay with me?" James said loudly.

Oh my god, I thought.

He was totally going to make me sound like someone who escaped from a mental hospital.

Some middle-aged woman with younger children gave us a look as we walked past and James said "Please, disregard her. She has no clue what she's doing."

I laughed a little, resting my forehead against his shoulder so no one saw the look on my face as James convinced everyone around I was mentally insane.

Once we got outside, James put me down on the sidewalk, then hugged me tightly.

"Let's not let this happen again," he said as I hugged him back.

"Let's not," I said. He pulled away, then slid an arm around my shoulders, kissing my head.

"So, basically, that whole fight was supposed to be like a joke?" I said a few minutes later as James and I continued to walk back home.

"Yes," James said. "Why?"

"So we just had a fake-up."

He laughed, then said "A what?"

"A fake-up. You know, a fake break up," I explained.

"It could definitely be called that. So, we just experienced our first fake-up."

"Yup," he said.

I smiled, then looked over at the beautiful boy next to me. He was amazing for dealing with me, and I couldn't believe he still loved me even though I did the most ridiculous things.

This one, ending up in a ball pit, probably being the craziest.

"James?" I asked softly.

"Hmm?" he said, looking over.

"I love you, despite the fact you convinced everyone in McDonald's that I was mentally insane." He smiled.

"It's just what I do. But I love you too."

Hmm…yeah. Tori would definitely end up in a ball pit. And everyone would definitely think she was crazy. But, yes, here's this chapter. Review!