We ended up just heading back to his place. He opened his front door and peered in, nervous. I'm not sure I would have noticed how nervous he was if I hadn't known about his father. I decided to ask him about the slurpies. That way I wouldn't say something I wasn't supposed to know. As we walked to his living room I asked,

"Why do you like 7/11's so much?"

"Well, with my dad's work we're always moving around. All the different high schools get blurry. I don't learn names or faces, cause I'll be gone within a month. But, one things I can trust is that each town has a 7/11, with a slurpee machine. I like the way they give you brain freezes. When slurpees can numb you, who needs cocaine?" He jokes.

"Does your Mom know your eating all that crap?" I ask accordingly.

"Not anymore. When my mom was alive, we lived halfway normal. But now it's just me and my dad. I've learned to manage things, pay rent, cook pasta, the whole shebang. And I can see it now, you'll go to some college, marry a lawyer. Well I don't stand a chance at doing that. So I… freeze my brain." He pauses, knowing he's overshared. "What movie do you wanna watch?" I choose some dumb action movie, and he starts it. He sits on the couch next to me, giving me space to be respectful. As hard as I try, I end up looking at him more than I watch the movie. Once he glances over, and smirks. I basically swoon. What am I doing? How could I still love him after all he'd done? Maybe… Maybe it was because he hadn't done it yet. My gaze started at his hair, and down to his gorgeous speckled eyes. Freckles dotted his face, in a way that mesmerized me. I stare for a while, and then realize it's creepy and try to focus back on the movie. Some guy is getting his ass kicked.

"Veronica?" He startles me by saying my name.

"Yeah?"

"Are you even paying attention to the movie?" He asks, and my cheeks go red.

"Um, yeah of course." I sputter out in reply.

"Oh yeah, then what's going on right now?"

"Um, that guy is killing the other guy? Because he's… evil?" It comes out more like a question than I intended it to, and he smirks.

"The ones on screen are both good guys." He says, knowing he's caught me.

"Oh, I uh, knew that. I just-"I begin to ramble but he cuts me off with a kiss.

A/N: Ok I'm switching to 3rd person here because I feel like it works better. Just roll with it ok.

She wasn't sure if this was a mistake, but in that moment she didn't care. She melted into him, like she always did. The kiss was intoxicating. The fact that she could kiss him, that he was alive, makes her want to cry, but she doesn't think that's appropriate considering the circumstances. She hungered for him, wanted to devour him.

JD had been thinking about this since he'd first met her. He figured she would reject him, she was popular and amazing, and he was… a trench coat wearing freak. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. At some point his trench coat slipped off. His arms wrapped around her waist, and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair to pull him closer. Jesus, she was high off of him. He was a drug, and she was addicted. She couldn't help herself when she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. He smiled against her lips, just making her want more. She climbed on top of him and straddled him, pushing him onto his back. His hands slowly made their way under her shirt and up her back, sending shivers down her spine. He went back down, and slowly eased them hem of her shirt up and off her head. He then began to kiss down her neck, each kiss causing a sharp inhale from Veronica. When he reached her collarbone, he hesitantly scraped his teeth down it. She let out a small moan. It was the single most erotic thing JD had ever heard. He knew he had to take this somewhere else, or else his father would find him. He maneuvered his way out from underneath her, and he carried her to his room bridal style, then laid her down onto the bed.

"JD." She whispered breathlessly.

"Yes darling?"

"Please." She whined, and he knew what she wanted. He pulled his shirt off. He pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss and unclasped her bra, throwing it off the bed. She grabbed his belt with such force and unclasped it with ease. He lowered his pants as slowly as he could, and she moaned. She wanted him so badly, He was torturing her. She couldn't live without him. Right now. She roughly pulled down his boxers, and the rest was history.