Hey, so it's been awhile... Sorry.

To all who didn't notice, I cleaned up the previous chapters a tad, (my writing style has changed a lot since writing this so I was a tad confused as to what to keep and what to change.) but check em out, here we go :3


He held me like this before; it was another time, another world, another being all together, but it was still him. Dusk had come and the calf I had yet to name was curled up against my leg. Chase still had his arms around me, half sitting on me, and my neck was bringing to ache. I remembered.

"No, sorry to disappoint but I don't do shirtless." He chuckled with some seriousness laced in. His tough guy act was faltering, and he could tell I was eating it up.

"But come on, pleaase?" I whined, "I won't feel right if you don't take it off." I pouted crossing my arms.

"Whats so wrong with me keeping my clothes on?" His strawberry hair shifted to reveal bunched eyebrows. He was just too cute to resist.

"Well it's not fair for you to see me half naked and for you to get off scott free, now is it?" I reached out and tugged at the collar of his button up shirt. I tried to plead with my eyes as much as I could, and apparently it was working. He wouldn't look at me for the longest time.

"Fine, but only because you said please." he sighed with a smirk as he unbuttoned his shirt.

The memory made me laugh. I miss him like that, I wonder if I'll ever have it back.

"What's so funny?" He was trying to sound happy, but I wasn't convinced.

"I just remembered something stupid is all." I mumble trying to avoid the subject. For whatever reason I was embarrassed that I had the memory when I should have just been feeling sorry for myself and crying like in all the good love story movies.

"About..?" The old Chase was breaking through. The one who would egg me on matter what the circumstance was. It brought a smile out of me.

"When I first convinced you to undress yourself," I say with a smirk. He looks at me for a moment longer than it would normally take him to catch on to the joke, but then he smiles.

"I was really self conscious about my chest is all," he looked just as embarrassed as in the memory. His face was tilted down with his eyes peering up into mine, a slight smile graceing his lips.

"Why? I dislike guys with too much muscle, I think it looks kinda gross actually!"

"Well you better not see me now then. Don't want you getting repulsed or anything." That idea was inconceivable, no way in hell my scrawny Chase got buff (though the thought got me going.)

"What really? Lemme see!"

"No! Why would I?" We were sitting up now, against my door talking as though nothing had ever happened Between us.

"Cuzz I don't believe you, that's why," I stuck my tongue out at him and patted the calf. It was nearing the middle of Summer so the air was comfortable enough to stay out at night.

"A lot can happen in the corse of a season." He became serious. It was aperent he thought he was walking on eggshells, but I was too happy to let this end.

"Then you should let me see!" We share another smile, more heartfelt than before. Whatever it was that was troubleing him from before had passed, and I couldn't be happier. "Pleaaase?" I blinked my eyes hopeing it would do the trick. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't done anythink to keep up my apearence in quite some time. I vaguly ponderec if I brushed my teeth this morning.

"You know please dosn't get you everything in life."

"Well it used to." I scrunched up my eyebrows in mock anger. I could tell he knew I was joking. "Can you believe that was a year ago?" He shakes his head no with a happy sigh.

"Well I guess we'll see then." He's going to stick around is what he means. I sigh in content, not needing to say anything else. "I don't see why I even took my shirt off if I wasn't going swimming."

"I didn't want you seeing me in my bathing suit okay?" My face was heating up.

"So why'd I have to take off my shirt? That's completely unrelated." He had a know-it-all attitude going now.

"Oh shut up, it made sense to me at the time, okay?"

"Okay, fine, whatever floats your boat chika," He winked at me just like he used to. It made my stomach flutter. I placed my hands there and we sat for awhile. "What's her name?" The question took me completely off guard, and it showed.

"Whuu... I don't know yet! Why would you ask me something like that?" I was getting emotional again, "I thought, I mean, god. I thought we were being normal for once- why would you..?" Tears were threatening again. Damn these hormones!

"Woah woah, girl. We are, thats why I asked."

"Don't you dare talk to me like I'm a horse!" I started standing in a huff but he caught my wrist and pulled me back down with ease. Was he always that strong? Maybe I should seriously ask him to take off his shirt. Wait, no. I was mad at him. I can't think of him shirtless anymore. I tried standing again.

"The calf! The calf? I was referring to the calf! Not your...uhh," he trailed off and loosened his grip. I should have known.

"Sorry." It's all I can muster. I suddenly hate myself again.

"Hey," he stands beside me, "it's fine, I should have been more clear. It's all my fault okay?" his hands push my hair away from my face. "Okay?" I nod. "Okay."

"Okay," I mock.

He smiles. Gosh I love his smile.