Hey!

Okay. Saturdays are good for me. Maybe Sundays- probably not, but I can give them a shot. So if I am going to update, it might be only on the weekends, until my school lets up or summer break starts, which is sometime in May. :)

This is definitely better than the last chapter. It's actually got plot progression. What? Yeah, I didn't know I was capable of it either. :/

Enjoy!


When Alice neared the Lewis' house, she noticed that both of the family vehicles were gone, but she knew that Jenna would be home. If she wasn't, she'd be at Justin house or the coffee shop. She knocked on the front door and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for Jenna to answer the door if she was home. When she didn't come to the door, Alice peeked through one of the windows, finding that the lights were on in the kitchen. The lights wouldn't be on if no one was home, so Alice let herself in through the unlocked front door.

"Jen?" Alice called, dropping her purse on one the sofa in the living room. She poked her head into the kitchen, but Jenna wasn't there. With a small sigh, Alice climbed the stairs to the second floor and opened Jenna's bedroom door. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed, slamming it shut instantly.

"Shit," Jackson cursed from the other side of the door.

Jenna scrambled out of her bedroom, buttoning her blouse up haphazardly, and grabbing Alice's elbow before she could run.

"Don't touch me, Jenna; I don't know where your hands have been." Alice said quickly.

Jenna raised her hands in surrender. "Can you listen to me for a sec, babe?"

Alice's eyes snapped over to Jackson as he sheepishly came out of the room. "Don't you touch me either, okay?"

"No problem," he assured her.

"Now, listen," Jenna pleaded, "I know this must be quite a shock—"

"Yeah!"

"—but see what happened is that a couple weeks ago, Jackson came over to my place when my family was out, we were watching TV, and bippity boppity boo, he was in my pants—it was completely innocent."

"I can't believe you just used 'bippity boppity boo' and 'in my pants' in the same sentence—I'll never be able to see Cinderella the same way again!" Alice shrieked.

Jenna shrugged empathetically.

"Why didn't you just tell me you two were dating?"

Jackson scratched the back of his neck. "Because we're not."

Alice blinked. "You're not together?"

"No, it's a friends with benefits kind of thing." Jenna said with a tight smile.

Alice looked between them silently before covering half of her face with one of her hands. "You two do know that friends with benefits arrangements never work, right?"

"But we've got a foolproof plan," Jackson told her.

"So did Jerry and Elaine!" Alice snapped.

"They had a history, Jen and I don't."

"Okay, what's your foolproof plan? What are the rules?" Alice cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.

"Sleeping over is optional," Jenna offered.

"The goodbye kiss is optional," Jackson added.

"No calls the day after that," Jenna said.

Alice stared at them blankly. "Those are the same rules!"

"But this is working for us," Jackson said, carding a hand through his short dirty-blond hair.

"We don't feel obligated to do anything that's part of a relationship. It's really quite efficient. Maybe this is what you and Justin were missing—"

"No, it wasn't!"

"Calm down, Al." Jackson murmured.

"Don't tell me to calm down." Alice narrowed her eyes at Jenna. "Does Justin know?"

"No, if he did, he'd probably kill Jackson."

"You didn't tell me that."

"Hush," Jenna hissed at him.

"I would too, if I was Justin. You've got to tell him."

"Not now, though. You know, this will eventually end." Jenna stated.

"We'll get bored one day." Jackson shrugged.

"And if you don't?" Alice challenged.

Jenna gave Alice an obvious look. "We will."

"Alright," Alice sighed, "I'll leave you two…to it…"

"Nah, you killed the mood when you screamed." Jackson mumbled in disappointment.

"Want to go get a coffee?" Jenna smiled.

"No, not right this second. I'll see you later."

"Are you going to avoid us now?"

Alice met Jenna's eyes with a small smile. "Of course not, I just need a day alone to get that image out of my head."

"Love you!"

"Love you, too," Alice called back as she headed down the stairs.


"Bisexual," Simon said in exasperation, a blush crawling up his neck under Josh's gaze.

Rylan rolled his blue eyes with a laugh. "I know, bro, it's just the fact that you've only dated one person, and that was Davy, that throws everyone off."

"He hated it when people called him Davy." Simon sighed.

"When did he like his name?" Haley scoffed.

"Never," Simon laughed. Josh watched him. Simon's head fell forward when he laughed, but it wasn't really a laugh; it was more like a soft giggle. His eyes squinted behind his glasses and his shoulders hunched forward a little.

Rylan looked over at Josh. "Would you believe me if I told you that Davy was smaller than Simon? I mean if you think Simon's small and baby-faced, you should've seen Davy."

Josh smirked. "No."

"Well, it's true. Davy was smaller, wimpier, and nerdier. It was hilarious."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Rylan."

"What was it that you used to call him?" Haley hummed thoughtfully.

"Sweet cheeks, because he hated being called that as well."

Rylan stood from his bed and fixed his beanie. "Come on, babe, let's go get some coffee. You want some Josh?"

"Yeah, thanks, get me a caramel latte?"

"You got it," Rylan nodded, taking Haley's hand, heading for the door.

"Remember to get me decaf!" Simon called after them. When the door shut behind them, he met Josh's eyes briefly. He blushed a little. "I'm going to go get some chips from the vending machine in the hall."

He scurried out of the room and Josh's eyes fell on a notebook that was sitting on Simon's desk. He cast a careful glance back at the door and then stood from the end of Rylan's bed. Josh curiously flipped the notebook open, which turned out to be a sketchbook. The page he had turned it to was a sketch of a dog, a Boxer, rolled onto its back. Josh arched an impressed eyebrow, humming as he turned to the next page. His eyes widened a little when he saw the next detailed drawing. It was him. Simon had drawn a picture of him. He was leaning against a brick wall with his head tilted back in the sun, his eyes closed. Josh remembered that: he had been waiting for Michael to pick him up from school, a couple days after meeting his new friends. He next drawing was him as well. He was sitting at a desk, which he assumed was his chemistry desk, and his earbuds were plugged into his ears. The next was him with his fist over his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.

He tensed a little when the door opened. Peeking over his shoulder, closed the sketchbook and picked it up. He held it up for Simon to see.

Simon swallowed, ducking his head and taking off his glasses. "Um…the Boxer's name is Ophi. He's mine. Well, actually," he raised his head, looking directly at Josh, but his eyes looked cloudy, "It's Ophidiophobia, which is the fear of snakes, because he's afraid of snakes, but he call him Ophi for short. I almost called him Snake, but he doesn't look like a Snake, you know?"

"Can you see without your glasses?" Josh asked.

"Just a blurry blobs of colors," Simon shrugged. "I'm basically blind as a bat without them."

"Am I that ugly?"

"No! You're not ugly at all!" Instantly, color flooded into Simon's cheeks.

A ghost of a smile graced Josh's lips. He stepped a little closer to Simon. "You're really good at drawing."

"Thanks." Simon murmured in embarrassment, hanging his head.

"I thought you hated me."

"No, totally the opposite! I think you're a great guy," Simon sighed, scratching his temple and tossing a bag of chips onto his bed.

"Put your glasses back on," Josh said, dropping the sketchbook onto Simon's bed. When Simon put his glasses on, but kept his gaze on the floor, he closed the distance between them. "Simon."

Simon looked up and backed into the door in shock of their proximity. "Y-you don't mind that I was drawing pictures of you like a total creep?"

"No," Josh grinned, shaking his head.

"And about that soda thing—"

"I'm over it."

"Good, I'm glad," He mumbled.

"Kiss me, Si."

"Can I seriously?" Simon asked breathlessly.

"Please."

Josh met Simon's lips halfway, lifting his hands to the shorter teen's neck, his thumbs brushing over Simon's jaw. Simon's hands fisted into the back of Josh's white shirt, moaning gently when Josh's tongue found its way into his mouth. Simon's blushing skin burned where Josh touched him with his cold hands and chill slithered up his spine. Josh ignored his cellphone when it started ringing. Simon pulled away from him with a deep breath.

"It could be an emergency," he said. "And if my lungs explode I won't be able to kiss you again, so give me a second."

Josh reluctantly let go of him and grabbed his cell, swiping the answer button and holding it to his ear. "Hey, LouLou," He walked back over to Simon and cupped the back of his neck, leaning into him. As his lips brushed over Simon's neck, a quiet sob came through the speaker, and he stopped. He stepped away from him, turning his back. "Louisa?"

"Josh, I think I'm pregnant," Louisa hissed.

Josh suddenly had a horrible headache as millions of thoughts sped through his mind. "Who was he?"

"My ex."

"Who, Louisa?"

She was silent for so long that Josh thought she had hung up, until she replied softly, "Peter Connery."

"Peter Connery?" Josh growled. "You were dating the guy that used to bully me for being gay and paid Alex to date me?"

"I know, I'm so sorry, I just—I thought I could change him," Louisa said embarrassment, tears obvious in her voice. "He was always so nice to me, but we broke up after we…you know…and I'm late. I'm so late and I don't know what to do. Josh, I'm scared."

"Did he—"

"No," Louisa cut him off forcefully.

Josh took a deep breath, pushing his anger aside. "Alright, Lou, tell mum—"

"No, I can't! She tells dad everything! I can't do that. He'll be so disappointed, Josh."

"Louisa, you're wrong. Dad would support you and you know that—"

"But he's worked so hard to make sure we never made mistakes like this."

"Because he doesn't want you marrying someone that you don't love and have six kids before you're thirty five. He wants us to live a little. Dad loves us more than anything. Tell mum. She won't tell dad if it's this important. She can get you a test. She's a doctor, she's our mum; she'll know what to do."

"Okay," Louisa whispered.

"Keep me posted. I'm here for you, sis. I love you."

"I love you, too, Twinny."

Josh hung up, slipped his phone into his pocket, and dragged his hands through his hair. He picked up his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. "I have to go. Family emergency. I'll see you later," he said as he left the room.


-sigh-

Do you guys want a Jalex zombie au? 'Cause I've got the prologue geared up and ready to go, and I'm working on the first chapter right now. So I can start that. It'll be a multi-chapter story. :)

"The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call, and I'll bet the odds against it all. Save your advice 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up, but the heart wants what it wants. The heart wants what it wants." -The Heart Wants What It Wants, Selena Gomez

-Rachel