Hi everyone! So, the edited version of "Wake Up Living" chapter 3 commences... Enjoy lol and if you've noticed that I cut my talking to a minimum, that's because I know you want to read, and not hear me ramble all day, because I do love to ramble :) Also, I want to say that once I'm done editing, around chapter 7 when I will resume writing the story, I'll start to talk again and explain everything out as we near the end of this particular story.

Disclaimer: I don't own COTT - I own at least seven other stories of my creation though, and this one, but not Jay, Theresa, Atlanta, Archie, Odie, Herry, or Neil, nor even Cronus. I own Alisha and Cambria too (but not the real life versions of them: my best friend Aleisha, and my faithful cousin/editor/gypsy Steph, who have both remained awesome when helping me fight the evil God of Life lol jk)

WARNING: This is a revised copy of the original "Wake Up Living", a COTT fanfic by the fates of love. All chapters from here on out with this label have been revised to fit the new version of this story, and until such time that they do, they have not.

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The two girls sat without purposes in the change room. Silence - a supposedly golden thing - wasn't really what either one, especially Theresa, wanted. Time to wonder on thoughts that didn't want to be wondered about. Now that conversation about the games events had been stifled, there was nothing to talk about.

"So... did you, you know.. talk?" Atlanta stumbled. She really wasn't too good with words, and to be wise with them was a rare and seldom occurrence that had happened only on special occasions. "Uh... no," Theresa said quietly. Her words barely came out of her mouth in her tiny whisper, which showed her shame in that she couldn't even talk to her own friend, her leader. Even when they had multiple classes together, and were seated right beside each other, they didn't talk. Not today.

"Well hey, guess what?" Atlanta said in a suddenly perky tone, "Archie asked me to the dance!" She continued rambling in a singing voice, unawares that she had begun to happy dance around the locker room. "This is actually kinda fast for him don't you think? I mean, it's just nice and after that whole thing with Scamander and the river, it's just a nice feeling-"

"Yeah, it is Atlanta," Theresa interjected, not in anger or spite, but just in a hurry.

"So... has Jay asked you yet because, I mean, I'm not even going to a dance unwillingly without you," Atlanta pointed out.

"No"

"Oh, well... uh... do you think he will?" she asked worriedly, afraid to go to a dance alone with a boy, even if it was just Archie, cause he was more than "just Archie" to her.

"No. I think he's avoiding me," Theresa said hopelessly. Atlanta began to look a little panicked.

"But I'm still coming, no worries," Theresa added. Atlanta's wrinkles disappeared in an instant.

"Well, hey lets go get something to wear to the dance!" Atlanta said, half fearing for her life at what this would mean.

"You... uh... ok! You, uh, read my mind! Yeah, that's it!" Theresa's mind was well away from this topic, Atlanta knew.

"Come on, the guys are waiting"

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"Oh please you guys take forever!" Neil complained. "Whats this weshit?! It's all her!" Atlanta shouted frustratedly, mockingly pointing to Theresa.

"Oh yeah, because you know it takes me forever to get my bag outta my locker. I'm not even changed buddy," Theresa argued. Jay instantly felt in need of a nice, long, frozen shower. He wasn't really in the mood for having images of Theresa dance around in his head wildly.

Flashback

All the guys were at Jays locker, waiting for Theresa and Atlanta after the game. Archie was bragging about him FINALLY asking Atlanta to the dance.

"You guys totally should have seen it! And I was all 'You were amazing' and she was all 'Awe, no your amazing Archie' then I was all 'So babe, crashing with me to the dance?'

"Yeah more like 'Hey Atlanta, you were, uh, really great out there'" Odie put in, in a stuttering tone.

"And she said 'Hey, thanks Arch'" Neil added. "And then you said 'Well, hey, crazy thought, would you, maybe, uh, like to go to the dance with me?" Herry said finally.

"The point is, she said yes!" Archie argued. "Well hey, what about Jay?" Oh Neil just HAD to ask!

"About Jay huh?" Jay said. "You. ask. Theresa. to. dance?" Odie said slowly in a caveman voice, thinking that Jay was that oblivious to what was going on. "Oh, uh, well," everyone looked at him and rolled their eyes at the 'beat around the bush' attempt. "No" He said bluntly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get there SOME day!" Archie said while laughing almost menacingly at his best friend. "As I recall, Archie, Jay has went WAY further than you ever have! He's probably got someone in bed, and you've got, lemme check, none," Odie remarked proudly of his friend, who, for some reason, everyone on the team saw as some kind of undercover player.

"Well he still doesn't have a date for the dance, and that's my argument!" Archie fired back.

"What's the big deal?" Herry asked. "Yeah, I mean it's just a stupid dance. It's not like it's prom!" Neil said, as though it made a huge distinction to everyone else.

"It's a dance, and another chance for, a lot," Archie said, voice thick of triumph and ego, turning his head to look at Jay, who looked away. They all had started to walk down the hallway.

"Hey, uh, thanks for the save. I think," Jay whispered to Odie.

"Don't thank me Jay, really. If you don't make a move, after the dance Archie'll be getting chicken pen, and you'll be getting chicken scratch, zip, zilch, nada, shquat!" He answered in a less-than-quiet tone.

"Oh yeah, cause that'll be the day when Mr. Jay doesn't get his man... er... woman," Neil said.

So yes, Jay was not in the mood for thinking about Theresa, clothes on, or not! He didn't even want to look at her. And this became a problem when everybody got out of the truck at the brownstone.

Everyone got out, and Theresa went to open the door to the brownstone. Everybody went into the house and Jay was just going in when Theresa tripped over the doormat! She fell over and onto Jay, who also fell. She forced out a worried sorry, and helped him up.

"Uh, thanks" Jay said, dusting himself off. "Are you ok," she began. "Nevermind Theresa, I'm fine," Jay replied. That's when a small hint of disappointed hurt crossed her face. It wasn't even long enough for Jay to recognise whether it was real or not.

Everyone was scattered between the kitchen and living room, but Theresa departed to her room, saying she was going to go check on something. It was then that Jay was in an even worse mood.

He sat down on the couch, only to be disrupted by Atlanta. She walked definitely up to him and smacked him hard on the shoulder. "What the Hades did you do that for," she said angrily.

"What did I do?!" Jay shouted back.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?! You just royally offended Theresa," Atlanta pointed out.

"How does that make any sense, she's the one who fell on me!"

"Yeah, but you just bluntly pushed her away when she was worried about you! Just like you always do to her, because your so afraid of people getting hurt that your too afraid to let anyone in!" Atlanta shouted, louder than he had. The room went silent as the two heroes friends watched them verbally battle. Atlanta didn't care if she caused a scene, this was her friends relationship that was taking a beating and she was finally going to stop watching and take some action.

Jay thought about what she had said for a moment, and he thought that she was right, so he left.

"What was that about?" Neil asked obliviously, "Whata buncha drama".

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...The streetlights bow...
...the traffic sings...
...Think about how many times...
...love changes lanes...

Theresa sat in her room, door shut tight. She was assuming that everyone would be downstairs celebrating the win, and she did intend on joining them. She had decided that maybe Jay was to much trouble for her to handle at the moment, so she would wait and maybe she would try again later, like a blocked cellphone call. She walked to her closet and opened it, simply looking for jeans and a t-shirt, to escape the grub and grime of her field hockey uniform. As soon as she did, she continued in getting changed. A knock on her door disrupted her thoughts.

"Hey, Theresa, can we talk?" Jay said through the thickness of the door. Theresa resumed pulling her top over her head, and once she was clothed, open the door.

...Maybe my love wrecks everything...
...Maybe emptiness is key...

"Nevermind Jay, I'm fine," she said, repeating his words of earlier with a dismissive tone. Confusion struck his face at her sudden bluntness, but he thought that maybe later they would talk. She went on her way out of her room, and down the stairs.

...I was standing in your doorway hoping one day you'd be mine...

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Like I said, chapter 3!!! So, I hope you all enjoyed, and I hope that it didn't completely suck!! Also realized its more of a bridge for chapters 2 and 4, but it's all good lol. Now go and review, my friends lol for I am waiting hahaha

RxR

Cheers

the fates of love