Helllllooooo, here's a quick chapter I wrote in my spare time. The updates will be scattered, hope you enjoy this one though!

Cheyenne opened her front door and walked in while Jade stayed in the entrance. "H-hey, don't you think you should check AROUND the house before you walk in?" He asked.

Cheyenne raised her eyebrow at him, "are you serious? What's there to be scared of?" She walked down the hallway to her room, Jade cautiously following behind her. Cheyenne flicked on the light and illuminated the gothic room. It was tidy and band posters hung on her royal blue walls. While Cheyenne pulled out clothes and stuffed them in her backpack, Jade went around the tiny space, his fingers lightly grazing over the posters and knickknacks that filled the room. "Ah, you listen to Slipknot?" Jade asked, looking over the vivid image. Cheyenne glanced over her shoulder, "yeah, they're my favorite band."

"Really? I'm more of a glam metal kind of guy."

Cheyenne snorted, making Jade flush pink, "what? C'mon, what's wrong with glam metal?"

Cheyenne shook her head and continued throwing clothes and undergarments into the bag. Jade sighed and began taking a couple of the posters down gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" She asked. Jade continued taking them off, careful not to rip them, "well, who knows how long you're stayin' with me, might as well make you feel at home."

"I'm only staying with you for a night or two, there's no need to take my-"

"Okay, what if your mom came in here and began tearing them off, huh?"

Cheyenne stayed quiet for that. After a moment of silence she nodded, "alright, take 'em down. But I'm only staying for two nights," she said, jabbing a finger at him. He laughed, "suuuuure Chey. . ."

After Cheyenne finished packing her clothes and rolling up her posters, Jade looked around her room, "so, anything else in here you want or need?"

Cheyenne drew her eyebrows in, taking a survey over her room. Was there anything else she needed? Her eyes widened slightly and she bent down next her bed, sticking an arm under her mattress. Jade watched, confused with what she was looking for when she suddenly pulled out a scrapbook.

The cover was black with dark colored hearts sticking to the front. "What's that?" Jade asked, nodded towards the book. Cheyenne shook her head, "something special a friend gave to me, don't touch it or you'll regret it."

Jade pursed his lips and began helping Cheyenne pick up her belongings, "alrighty Captain, let's hit it." They walked out of the house and placed all of the items into Jade's truck. After they finished, they pulled out and started for Jade's apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~SURVIVE THE NIGHT~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You can take this room," Jade said, opening the door. The room inside was nothing special. There was a full sized bed in the corner, a mahogany side table along with a dresser and desk to match. Cheyenne nodded, taking it all in, "cool, I'll just have to get a rug to put on the hardwood."

Jade grinned at her, making her frown, "what?"

"I thought you said you weren't staying long?"

"Shut up and help me."

"Yes Ma'am," Jade said, giving a little salute. They began unpacking her posters and pinning them to the grey stained walls, then the royal blue curtains, and her other items. Cheyenne was putting her clothes into the dresser when Jade unzipped her backpack, thankful that she didn't notice. He pulled out the scrapbook she had threatened about to him earlier.

He smiled, running his fingers over the black satin cover. How cute, he thought as he opened the book. Inside the scrapbook, he found something he couldn't possibly imagine.

"WHAT THE FUCK, CHEY?!" He yelled, closing the book in a hurry. Cheyenne looked over, her gaze nonchalant as she took in his reaction, "how far did you go in?"

"JUST THE FIRST PAGE!"
"Pansy, can't even make it to two?"

"CHEYENNE, THERE WERE DEAD PEOPLE IN THIS BOOK WITH THEIR GUTS SPEWING EVERYWHERE, WHAT THE HELL?!"

Cheyenne laughed as she took the book from him, setting it down on her black comforter , "My friend made that for me, do you know why there's dead people in it?"

Jade frowned at her, "please tell me you didn't kill them. . ."

She laughed, "no, do you know who Ted Bundy is?"

he shook his head.

"Jeffery Dahmer?"

He shook his head. Cheyenne sighed, "well, Theodore Robert Bundy was an American serial killer, kidnapper, rapist, burglar, and necrophile who assaulted and murdered numerous young women and girls during the 1970s. Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, also known as the Milwaukee Cannibal, was an American serial killer and sex offender, who committed the rape, murder, and dismemberment of seventeen men and boys between 1978 and 1991."

Jade shivered, "and why the hell are they in your book?"

"Because my friend and I liked looking up serial killers. She put their cases in there along with photographic evidence."

"okay, why are they still in there?"

"I want to become a forensic pathologist."

Jade looked at her blankly, "and that is...?"

Cheyenne sighed, "Forensic pathology is pathology that focuses on determining the cause of death by examining a corpse, y'know, what Abby does on NCIS."

Jade's eyes widened, "oh! okay, I gotcha."

Cheyenne smiled, "well, now that you've looked in my book, I guess you know how your examination is going to look like." Cheyenne laughed at his reaction, his features twisting into a look of horror.

"Calm down, let's take a break, I could eat something how about you?" She asked, walked out of the room and into the small white themed kitchen. Jade tilted his head, "I guess, you know how to cook?"

Cheyenne nodded, "yeah, what do you want to eat?" Jade frowned, thinking over his options.

"How about sandwiches, I don't want to eat anything big." Cheyenne shrugged, "works for me, I didn't really want to cook anyways."

She began pulling out the ingredients to make their sandwiches as Jade told her where everything is. "Um, you don't mind staying here alone, right?"

Cheyenne looked up at him, "no, why?"

"Well, Michael and I are going on a trip to see some family for Christmas. We'll be gone for two weeks and you'll be here alone. . . well, unless. . ."

Cheyenne glanced up to see Jade had moved in front of her. They were only an inch or two apart. His eyes were so bright, but they were dark too, almost an endless sea of purple.

"Unless you wanna come along and meet my family."

Cheyenne didn't move. She had never felt like this towards anyone, never attracted. NEVER.

In high school, she told her friend she was asexual, she would never like anyone, but yet here she was, sharing breathes with a boy who made her head spin. Jade bit his lip as he looked at Cheyenne. Slowly, he began leaning in his breath hot on her as he came in and pressed his lips to her plump ones. He didn't do anything, it was sweet and soft as he pressed against hers. Cheyenne didn't move, her eyes stayed open as Jade kissed her. Why wasn't she moving? She didn't think of Jade like this, she couldn't stand him. Yet, here she was, kissing the abomination.

He slowly broke the kiss, opening his eyes and giving a small smile, "so? Do you want to come along?"

Cheyenne bit her lip, she didn't know what to say. The very thought of tagging along with the brothers made her anxious along with meeting their family. Was there yelling and screaming over there? Did people actually enjoy one another's company?

"I. . . I can't. Our relationship isn't like that."

"But we kissed, you're telling me you felt nothing?"

I felt the flutter you gave me.

"Yes, I felt nothing Jade."

He nodded, his jaw jumping. "Okay, that's fine." He got up and went over to the television, scrolling through movies.

"I've got Halloween, that's your favorite, right?"
Cheyenne nodded as she finished making the sandwiches, "yeah, how did-"
"Cause I know you Chey."

She didn't respond as she brought the sandwiches to the living room, plopping herself on the couch. He sat next to her and they ate in silence, but the entire time they watched the movie, Cheyenne could only think of the kiss. She deluded herself, saying how it meant nothing, yet she couldn't fall asleep that night because she kept running her finger tips over her lips. She lied to herself, but deep down she craved another kiss.

Lol, Dakota don't kill me! Hope y'all liked this chapter, I sure as hell did! Stick around I'll update when I can (which will be irregular. . .).

Kisses,

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