AN: I now have a schedule for my stories. Instead of updating every other day, or something like that, I will update according to the days I schedule my stories on. By the way, I want to thank you all for the reviews and being patient with me. Also, I have good news: my mommy is home! She just came home a few hours ago! I wasn't going to update today, but I couldn't leave you all hanging. Here's the schedule for the story:

Monday: Still Holding On

Tuesday: We Can Make it Through

Wednesday: Living in Your Fantasies

Thursday: Our Dirty Little Secret — my new Mowen story. Thanks to tomfeltonlover1991 for inspiring me to write a Mowen one-shot. I actually had fun writing them and came up with the idea for this story last night!

Friday: PossiblyThe Clare Edwards Story — if I'm still having writers block with that, I'll just post a random one-shot.

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Chapter 4: Me and My Bad Decisions

(Maya)

I know it was wrong to ask him to come over, but I just wanted company. Everything started off fine; it was fun. We watched TV, played board games, and made dinner together. It was going on ten when my parents called, telling me that they were stuck at my grandma's house. They said they'll be home first thing in the morning. I nodded, not wanting to home alone tonight. I should have called Tristan and Owen, asking if I could stay the night. Instead, I asked Miles if he could stay the night. He lied to his parents, telling them that he was going to stay at Chewy's for the night. He, then, called Chewy and begged him to cover for him.

We're now sitting on my sofa, watching TV—again. My eyes are starting to grow heavy, but I want to stay up a little while longer. I take the pendant to the necklace Cam gave me in my hands and play with it nervously.

"You okay?" Miles asks me, "You've been quiet for a while."

"Y—Yeah," I squeak out, "I'm fine."

"Well, I'm getting tired. Where shall I sleep?"

"In my sister's room; I'll show you."

Miles and I stand off the sofa and we go up the steps. I lead him to my sister's room and we say good night. I go into my room and strip out of my clothes which get quickly replaced by a tank top and a pair of matching shorts. I slip under the blankets and close my eyes for a slip second until…

The sound of thunder made my heart pound. It was loud and frightening. I clutched onto my blankets tightly and slowly began to catch my breath. I slip out of bed and pull back my curtains. The rain is pouring and it thunders, which is followed by lightning. I crawl back in bed and try to go back to sleep, but I can't. Sighing, I get out of bed and go to Katie's room. I slowly open the door and peek in to see Miles is sound asleep. I tip-toe into the room and softly nudge him. His eyes slowly flutter open and he smiles at me lazily.

"I'm scared," I whisper.

Miles rolls over and makes room for me. I climb into the bed and lie down. My eyes start to close and the thunder roars loudly. I squeal and bury my face in Miles' chest. I feel his arms wrap around me and he kisses the top of my head. He strokes my hair and I suddenly feel secure.

I slowly start to pull away from Miles to see that he's looking me in the eyes. I bite my lip as I feel my heart pound loudly. I swallow hard and lean in to kiss Miles. It's wrong, because I love Cam, and I never want to hurt him. I just can't help but have these feelings for Miles.

We deepen the kiss and my heart starts to flutter. He wraps his arms around my waist to pull me closer—as if I wasn't already close enough. I grin into the kiss and my fingers start to run through his hair.

Miles breaks apart the kiss and I start to argue in protest until he says, "Look, you have a boyfriend, Maya, and I shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong. I like you, but we can't continue this unless you break up with him."

I gnaw on my bottom lip and my eyes close so I can think. I can't break up with Cam; we've been through so much and I love him. I'm also afraid on how he'll handle it. I know he's getting better, but he's not fully stable—emotionally.

"I can't, Miles, I love him," I say as my voice wavers.

"Then why are you lying here and kissing me?" he grits out angrily. "You claim to love him, but you kissed me twice, Maya! I won't sit here and let you bounce around between the two of us. I'm trying to be your friend, but you're making it very hard."

I feel my eyes start to sting with tears. I turn away from Miles and my arms fold tightly across my chest. I bring my knees up to my chest and start to silently cry. I hear Miles sigh heavily and I feel his body shift in the bed. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath. I roll my eyes through my tears and close my eyes, to fall asleep.

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"MAYA!" I hear my parents yell.

My eyes pop open and I look to see Miles isn't in bed. My body shoots up and I climb out of bed, stumbling a little. I run down the steps to see my parents giving me a disapproving look.

"Did you have a party last night, Maya?" my mom asks me.

I look over to see that I left the TV on and there are snacks scattered over the table. I actually sigh in relief, because I thought that they caught Miles. He must have left out early this morning.

"I—I had Tristan over, because I didn't want to be alone. When he left, I felt a little tired so I went upstairs to sleep. I was going to clean it up before you got home, I swear."

"Oh, well, clean this mess up," mom says before asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," I answer, smiling a bit.

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(Cam)

"Mom, I'm going out!" Camille calls out as she heads to the door.

As I flip through the channels I ask, "Where are you going?"

"To Amber's."

I perk up at hearing her name. It's been a few days since I saw her. Every time Camille and I hang, Amber isn't with us. Or whenever Camille goes to hang with Amber, she says it's a girl's day.

Girls don't have girl's day all the time, do they?

"Can I come?" I ask hopefully.

"Eh, Cam, I don't think that's a good idea. Amber is avoiding you."

"What the hell? Why?"

"When the time comes, she'll tell you. That's not my place. Anyway, see you later."

I watch Camille open the door, step out, and close it. I sigh and sink back into the sofa. Camry runs down the steps and flops next to me. I turn to smile at her. She returns the smile and lays her head on my shoulder.

"Wassup, Cam?" I ask her.

"Cammy," she sighs, "how do you know if you like someone? Like, how is it with you and um, Maya?"

"Things are great. We've gone through a few bumps throughout our relationship, but it made us stronger. When you like someone, you get this weird feeling. It's like little butterflies floating in your stomach and your heart swells. Why'd you ask?"

I see Camry cheeks turn a shade of red. I laugh at her, catching on. Camry has a little crush on someone! I just hope that it's not someone like Camille's boyfriend.

"I like this boy—he's my best friend and I think he likes me, too. We spend so much time together and he acts goofy around me. Do you think he likes me too?" she asks hopefully.

"Maybe he does," I shrug. "You don't know until you try."

"W—What if he doesn't like me, Cammy? I can't handle rejection well," she whimper.

"Well, rejection is a part of life, Cam—whether we like it, or not. It's supposed to make us stronger and we can learn from it. Yes, it hurts—a lot, but we can't let it get to us. If that boy doesn't feel the same about you, then you can't let that get the best of you. You are beautiful, Camry, and anyone will be lucky to have you. Now, go out there and let him know how you feel."

Camry smiles widely at me and fling her arms around me. I hug her back, grinning. She pulls apart and kisses me on my cheek. She hops off the sofa and runs to the steps.

"Where are you going?" I ask curiously.

"I'm going to tell Trevor how I feel!" she calls out before I hear a door close.

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Mom and dad says goodnight to me before disappearing up the steps. When I hear the door close, I continue to go back to watching TV. I look at the clock on the coffee table to see that it's 8:09. Both of the girls aren't back, yet, and I'm starting to get worried. It's way past their curfew.

When I pull out my phone to get ready to call them, Camille bursts through the door with Amber. She's crying hysterically and Amber is comfortingly rubbing her back. I immediately stand off the sofa and run over towards them.

"Millie, what's wrong?" I ask her, trying to take a peek at her face, but she's keeping it down.

"N—Nothing, I just—my stomach hurts," she says softly.

"Millie, look at me," I demand softly.

Camille looks up at me and I gasp. I see her eye is blackening and she has dried blood on her busted lip! I place my index finger under her chin and look up at her. Tears are streaming heavily down her face and she bites her lip. I take my thumb and pull her lip from her mouth.

"Who did this?" I ask, looking at Camille and Amber. "Did he do this?"

"Cammy, listen—"

"Camille, don't try to lie to me," I grit out. "Did he do this to you?"

"I was walking and—"

"Camille," Amber chimes in, "don't lie, it'll make it worse. Yes, Bobby did this. We were out walking around and—and he was high. He got mad at her for mentioning you and he just got violent. I tried to help, but…" her voice trailed off and she lifted the sleeves on her shirt. She has two, large hand-prints on her arms.

"Jesus, Camille. Has this happened before?"

"No," she answers quickly and I shoot her an admonishing look. "Yes."

"OMG, Cammy!" I hear Camry say as the front door opens, "You were right! We're—what's going on?"

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(Miles)

"Are you out of your mind?"Chewy yells at me.

"Nope," I answer flatly before taking a swig of my Cola.

"Uh, yes you are! Miles, you spent the night there!"

"She needed me, okay?"

"That doesn't matter. She has a boyfriend. I thought we made that very clear."

"She, obviously, doesn't love him like she says, Chewy. If she did, then why does she keep crawling to me? I can't help how she feels for me and I can't help how I feel for her."

"You need to stop this before it gets out of hand, Miles! Do the right thing, for once. Leave her alone and find someone else."

I feel myself getting angry. I don't know why I always go to Chewy about this. All he does is judge me and make me feel bad. The things he's telling me are right, but I don't want to hear it. I try to stay away from Maya, but every time she calls me, I go running. I like her—a lot. I want to make her mine, but she's with that Cam guy. She wants to stay with him.

But why does she keep calling me?

"Miles, I don't know what to do with you."

"You can stop judging me! I love you, Chewy, but geez! Just, let me go through this. If things turn out bad, then that's on us."

"I know, Miles, but Maya is sweet and the way she gushes about Cam shows she loves him. Tristan told me how much they love each other and how they still have rough patches they need to work out. He said that Cam needs her. I don't know why, but I can't let you ruin this, Miles."

"Why me? She's the one who keeps kissing me and calling me and—"

"And you keep running to her," Chewy interrupts. "Let her know that either you two can be friends or you can't hang out at all. Don't let her down gently, either Miles."

I sighed. Cam needs Maya, but what about me? I know we just met, but I have strong feelings for her. I just wish that she'd let go of Cam and stop trying to hide those feelings she has for me.