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Remy reached inside her pocket and felt for her cell phone. Her nails dug into he indents of her navy blue sidekick.

Outbox

10:33 pm

CHARLIE CELL:

Hey. Wanna talk?

She waited for her phone to buzz.

Inbox

10:34 pm

CHARLIE CELL:

Yeah. I'll be over in 5.

Charlie lived three houses away, and usually came over to her house. He was always welcome by her parents so he sometimes slept over. Remy carefully looked outside her window to see Charlie walking abnormally fast across her lawn. She kept staring out her window until she couldn't see him anymore. The doorbell rang and shook her out of her stance. She perched herself on her bed and waited patiently for him.

"REMS!" He called loudly, not caring for her sleeping brother. He grabbed her and held her tight. "You ready to forgive me?"

"How 'bout you try forgiving me?" Remy asked quietly.

"Of course." Charlie smiled at her, the smile Remy had missed terribly over the last few days. "Tell me everything." His shaggy blonde hair fell over his eyes. She told him the whole story, including their "talk" after school. He laughed every now and then, and his eyes also rolled during the part about their "talk."

"I'm super duper glad you told me, Rems." His eyes twinkled quietly.

"Sleepover." She almost ordered him. "Please?" He chuckled and nodded.

"Definitely."

After Remy brushed her teeth, washed her face, and had changed into her pj's, she walked into her room to see Charlie perched on the side of her bed, waiting expectantly. She smiled slightly and then slid into bed. He slid in next to her and murmured, "G'nite." Remy slowly grinned as her eyes closed shut.

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Bridget smiled slyly as she pushed Emmett onto the bed. She slowly climbed onto him as he chuckled loudly and brought her into a deep kiss. Bridget wrapped her hands around his neck and then felt her phone vibrate. She pulled away and whispered, "Sorry, one sec."

"Hello?" Bridget ran her hands through her long hair and sighed.

"Hey, it's Asher."

"Hi, did you need something?" She smiled at Emmett, who was still waiting on the bed.

"Yeah, I was wondering if we could talk, you know, about Remy. Please?"

Bridget's jaw clenched and she breathed deeply.

"When and where?"

"My house. Tonight at 8?"

"Cool." Bridget instantly shut the phone and crawled back over to Emmett. "I'm not really in the mood anymore, can we just lay here?"

Emmett groaned loudly but wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. After a while of laying there, Emmett kissed her cheek softly, and slipped out from under her strong grip, and closed her bedroom door quietly.

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"You made it." Asher's eyes lit up as he saw Bridget enter his room wearing her usual casual getup of jeans and a sports t-shirt.

"Yeah, so what's wrong?" She sat down on the bed and turned to him.

"I don't know what to do. I mean, I like her, but I don't know if we'll work together."

"Maybe you should talk to her about it." Bridget's eyes scanned the room and fell on Asher's new electric guitar.

"SICK!" Bridget shrieked, "Can I see it?" Asher nodded and she grabbed it and headed back to the bed. "Play for me?"

She quietly laid down as he played the opening chords for "Stairway to Heaven." She closed her eyes slowly, feeling completely at rest. Asher smiled at her longingly and he eventually laid down too.

"I'm so tired." Bridget declared. She opened her eyes and stared at Asher's brown ones. Asher reached over and stroked her cheek, surprisingly different from Emmett's muscley touch.

Without even thinking, he leaned forward, both of their lips touching, and her body was now pulled on top of his.