Okay, I have learned to way to get reviews! ADD A KISS SCENE XD no I joking, but last chapter I got 3 reviews, this time around I get 6. So now I'm writing yet another chapter, what is this? The third this week? I am so bad to my other fics.

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Juts take out the spaces and you'll get to see the pictures.

I spoil you all I swear. Oh well enjoy it friends. And guess what! People voted on the poll! Let's take a look at the results!

Vamp - 50%

Davey – 25%

Carrie – 12%

Mr. Larter – 12%

Heez, Mr. Larter got on the poll? That's a surprise. And remember, it only takes 2 seconds to go and vote, so if you don't like the out come or want to get your favourite character ahead. Go and VOTE, please MAKE MY DAY!

REVIEW CORNER~!

Easymac120: Don't worry about it hun, as long as you've been reading it makes me happy. Lol my name's actually Rachel, oh my~ but I think they'd get along. I'm glad you like it so far! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Xellda: Ookay! I'm glad the description reached up to your expectations. I'm glad you caught on to the real meaning of the last sentence ;p I wasn't sure if some people would, but I didn't want to be lame and explain it XD. Oh baby, the drama is gonna blow your mind! BWAHAHAHAHA! Okay I'm good.

Celtia: First off thank you for the review. Second, I'm surprised to. I went looking for some M/DD stuff the other day and most stuff was either abandoned or personally uninteresting for me. I can only find a handful that I really find interesting. People tell me how much they love the pairing and yet it's seems to barely have any fics dedicated to them. Oh well, lets just appreciate what we have!

Wish-he-could-catch-me: You flatter me sweetie. Thanks you a lot. I'm glad you like the R-corner. I always loved it when writers did something like this and bothered to talk back to me, I'm really bad when it comes to notes, so I figured a lot of others would like this too.

Evil Tim 17: Hey dude, nice to finally here from you! And thank you! I know what you mean about love stories being hard to write, I get so frustrated with how to write them. I don't mind the fluffy fics with happy ending every once in a while but I get what you mean they do start to take a toll on you. Even in happily ever after there are storms, so I'm glad you're getting that with my writing because I've been struggling with no making it some happily-ever-after thing. Thank you once again.

Okay wow that was long. Let's get to the actually story now.

Immoral

By: StarUchiha

Chapter 9: Beautiful

I woke up half way on the floor. My legs were still trapped under my comforter, yet somehow my torso and etcetera were pressed ageist the cold wood of my floor. I reached up groggily and scratched the top of my nose. I braced my hands ageist the ground, attempting to push myself up still in my half- awake state. It didn't work. In the flash of a second I found my entire body on the ground, landing with a thump.

I groaned, and worked my way up to my feet. My pyjamas were crumpled, almost falling off, most likely from a mix of falling and sleeping in such a strange position. I adjusted the shorts on my hips, even though I'd be taking them off in a few minutes. Slowly, I walked into my bathroom. I laughed hoarsely at my reflection. My make-up from the day before was smeared all over my face leaving bright colours and a lot of black lines to decorate them. I quickly tied my hair back, still chuckling lightly, as I grabbed a wet face clothe from the white package under my sink. I spent the next few minutes scrubbing my face and listening to the bustle downstairs. I really needed to tell Davey about the dream I just had. It was a weird one; he'd definitely get a kick out of it.

I finished getting of my excess make-up and moved back into my room to get dressed and let the moisture on my face dry up. I quickly removed my boxer shorts and tank top, discarding them into the corner carelessly. I pulled on a fresh pair of panties, happily, and threw on the bra that had been hanging off my closet door knob.

My mind flew back to my dream while a dressed myself. That feeling in my gut must really be getting to me. Lately all it had done was bring back memories of Peach Creek, never such vivid new scenario's. I scoffed to myself, like they would ever show up at MY school – never mind, that Eddy would never be so big. I started laughing to myself again, this time a little louder due to being much more awake.

I looked at myself in my mirror, smiling a little. I was never one for admiring my body, but damn I looked good that day. I was wearing well fitted black jeans, with one large hole in the right knee, and a large bullet belt slung across my waist. My shirt hung off one shoulder, and stopped just a few centimetres before the hem of my pants. Simple black, abstract, design on a red base. I walked to my closet, getting down on my knees to search through its contents more efficiently. Finally finding them, I grabbed my red pumps and slid my feet into them. I usually wasn't one for heels, but I can't really explain it. I just felt really pretty for some reason that morning.

I walked, a little giddily, back to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and clipped back some hair that had fallen out from my ponytail. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second, and reached for my cosmetics. I seemed to be sticking to a red and black scheme today for some reason, so I couldn't have my face clashing completely. I applied a deep red and smoky black, using a darker black liner to go completely around my eyes. I added a small dash of mascara, because well blue eye lashes kind of stand out ageist black and red. Feeling daring, I reached for my red lipstick, which I usually only used on the rarest of occasions.

When I was satisfied I took out the tie and clip keeping my hair up. I blinked a few times at myself, surprised at the sight. I didn't look trashy or like a whore. I looked good, like a girl about to have the time of her life. I messed up my hair a little, letting the regular hair fall into my eye. The feeling within me only intensified. I haven't felt this pretty since that bastard Drake and I broke up. And it felt amazing.

I left my hair down, something I haven't done in a long time. I strutted out into my room, glancing at the clock to find that I was strangely on time, like in my dream. Only in my dream I as dressed appropriately, I knew that my shirt was breaking at least three dress code rules itself. But you know what, summer was almost here, everyone was breaking dress code, even teachers. Nobody cared this close to vacation, so why should I? I dug through my jewellery box, pulling out just my red, spiked collar, two matching, black, fishnet gloves, and a pair of black hoops. The rest of my holes were already filled with my regular piercings. I put them each on as fast as I could, a little more excited for school than normal.

I walked down the hall, my eye glancing over at the guest room, "Huh? What's this doing open?"

I closed it without a second thought. Dad probably mistook it for another room, or maybe I had. When I working on lack of sleep, I do end up looking and acting a little drunk, okay maybe a lot. The scary part about that all is that I can't even imagine what I would be after actually drinking alcohol. I only have once in my life, at a party after I turned 16 last June. Only back then we were dealing with someone in the school with some issues. Issues meaning he liked to spike drinks and, the next day you'd wake up with something pierced that wasn't before. I' being serious, you get some real characters in Windsville. I was lucky enough for mine not to get infected, especially considering he had pierced my tongue of all places. Thank God he was caught last September.

I pressed the top of the metal bar up ageist the back of my teeth after the 'memory' came up in my mind. I shook my head, throwing the thought out the window. I descended the stairs happily, posing for Davey at the bottom when I caught his attention. He stared, and chuckled.

"You look happy," he mused, "especially after what went down Yesterday, I thought I'd have to deal with sour-puss you for the next two weeks! Would have totally ruined your birthday."

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, before dropping my butt down on the couch, that's when the words finally processed, "Wait, Yesterday? What are you talking about?"

"Mar, you only got sent to the office, stopped an assembly by yelling at our Creeker, acted like an idiot around them all, and ran into the end of physiotherapy appointment on the verge of crying."

I tensed up in my seat, listening as Davey rolled over closer to me. I ran a hand through my hair in shock. My stomach was hurting again, like someone had kicked me in the gut this time. It wasn't pleasant, it was painful. I frowned leaning my chin into my palms.

"It wasn't a dream," I mumbled to myself, "Then everything, I – oh my God. I can't believe this. Please tell me I'm still dreaming."

I looked up at him slightly, only to see him shake his head. I let my face fall into my hands. Eddy's voice ringing down the halls wasn't helping much either. I got up from the coach was he came down the stairs, shaking my body out a little. Oh boy, I certainly had some explaining to do tonight, if he showed up at all…

I didn't feel very pretty anymore.

"Wow Kanker, for a piece of trailer trash you clean up nice," Eddy teased taking my chin in his hand and shaking it a little.

I felt the fire within me start to burn up. I grabbed his hand and shoved it away. I poked him hard in the chest letting words flow off my tongue as I thought of them.

"Don't. Touch. Me. In case you haven't noticed I no longer live in a trailer, so it's about time you update your insults. Beside's even if I was trash, at least I don't have the left over traces of too many jaw breakers and McDonald's going to my stomach."

He went on to protest, but I tuned him out easily. I picked up Davey's bag from beside the door and hooked it onto the back of his chair. I grabbed mine and flipped it onto my back, a large scowl on my face. We continued out the door, Eddy finally shutting up when he realized he was getting no where.

I refused to talk on the way to school. Too many thoughts rushing through my head at the same time. Too many bad feelings pushing through my body's every piece. As the school came into sight, I could feel my stomach tighten, and my throat fill up with pressure. It no longer felt as if someone had kicked me, more like some had kicked me, ran me over and then left me in a ditch with a cement block on my gut. It wasn't pleasant. Not I deserved pleasant at his point.

How could I just lose control like that! Look at me; I'm sixteen, hot, I've been told on several occasions I could have any guy in the school who was interested in girls. And yet, after spending one measly hour with a nerd I used to have a crush one three years ago, I just snap? Sometimes I swear someone up there hates me, or maybe just enjoys watching me in pain. First I have to deal with Drake, and then I have to deal with not getting in trouble for three weeks, and now I have to deal with being head over heels for a guy who I've probably just scared away.

And I was having so much fun yesterday. It was like I could tell him everything that was bad in my life and it would just be okay. Restraining myself from not bursting out crying with why I moved from Peach Creek was a mess in it's self. Maybe I should just stay in the coffee shop tonight, or be with Davey at his appointment. Anything but see, or hear, or go anywhere near him. Dammit, look at me; I can't even say his name anymore. I'm pathetic.

Great, now I just felt ugly.

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I was dreading the end of school. For once I was just praying for a few more minutes, for the alarm to break, for detention, just ANYTHING! End of school meant going home, going home meant dinner, after dinner meant drive Davey to Physiotherapy. After that, I was doomed, screwed, stuck between a rock and my damn stupid brain!

Every second was passing so fast. Before I knew it I was home, eating dinner. Davey and Dad were talking quietly amongst themselves, something about a new way to publicize Dad's band. Eddy was shovelling my Dad's cooking down his throat like some sort of vacuum. Me? I was just picking at it, my head flicking to the clock at the other side of the room every few seconds. It was really starting to make me dizzy by the time the alarm went off. I swear the lump in my throat was pressing harder with each bell. I don't think I've ever run out of the house so fast, only waiting for Davey to get thought the door. I caught of glimpse of my father's face, the surprise and worry so obvious it hurt me to turn away.

I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes, while I helped Davey into the car. Still, ignoring his questions, and pushing back tears as hard as I could, I never talked. I turned onto the Yellow Brick Road, and then into the plaza from the day before.

I watched as Davey reluctantly wheeled off to the office, the same nurse from the day before helping him in. I didn't open the car. I didn't get a pack of cigarettes. I didn't go buy myself coffee. I stood still, standing by the edge of the garden, shaking. I heard Vamp screaming in the distance, as he ran to his dance studio, he was late. I winced, my head falling and hot tears finally breaking though. I heard him walk up behind me, that stupid, stupid boy. He didn't say anything. I tried not too, but I knew he could hear my now heavy sobbing. I didn't turn around to see him, I didn't need to. When I could no longer hear his foot steps behind me, I broke.

"My brother. I left because of my brother. Remember, b-back in Peach Creek. T-there was a little k-kid who came around every couple m-months. T-that was D-davey. He w-wasn't always in t-that w-wheelchair, you k-know. There was a c-car accident, a f-fucking d-drunk driver h-hit them. H-he hit m-my Dad and m-my b-brother."

I was gasping between words by then. My cheeks were soaked in my salt water, my eyes starting to sting from my make-up leaking in thanks to the added wetness. I knew they had to be red by now. I wiped at my eyes, only causing more make-up to flood into them. I hissed a little at the pain, but carried on, crying and telling.

"D-davey n-needed me, he j-just needed m-me. M-my s-sister's could sur-survive on their o-own. H-he – h-he had n-no one e-else! T-they have e-each other, h-he only h-has m-me. M-MY BROTHER ALMOST DIED! H-HE ALMOST D-DIED, I, I HAD TO C-COME AND STAY!"

My throat was beginning to hurt really badly. I tried to continue but only gargled fractions came out. I could taste the metallic twinge of blood in my mouth, as I cried. The tears were blurring my vision; the cries were making me weak. Everything started spinning, and spinning. I was getting dizzy, so dizzy and-

He put his arms around me. He put his fucking arms around me. And everything just died out. I could feel him trembling a little with me, more likely from being frightened. He was probably scared of what he as just doing. As my sob finally started to slow down, I desperately clung to his arms, wrapped around my front. I could feel his face at the side of my head, not buried in my hair, but leaning beside it. My throat was dry, I tried to speak but still nothing came out but a jumbled mess of syllables. He had no idea what he was doing to me, he never had any idea what he did to me. That stupid smile with his gap teeth, that way his voice just soothed everything, only it had never been aimed at me before. Nor had I ever been this close to him, with him being a willing participant.

"I – I'm s-sorry," I finally choked out, my fingers digging into his sleeves.

"I know," he said softly.

"I didn't mean t-to lose control," the crying was finally coming to an end. Stray tears still made there way, but I could now breath and the lump was gone. No more gasps, no more sobs. I was starting to get my regular voice back.

"I know," he repeated, "I became aware of that when you apologized yesterday. Had this all been a trap you would not have, and you would never had waited so long to make your move."

"I always knew you were smart," I laughed, releasing his arms from my hold. He chuckled with me, letting me go from behind. I reached for where his arms used to be, still not facing him. I missed them already.

"You have certainly made an impression on me, Marie," He said softly, "I don't believe I have ever seen you legitimately cry."

"If you tell anyone, I'll deny it," I replied.

He let out another small laugh, "I am aware."

I turned to look at him, knowing that I looked probably looked like a clown after getting trapped in a rain storm. He looked at me intensely, bringing a tissue from his pocket and handing it to me. I nodded a thank you, and wiped my cheeks, and under eyes with it before stuffing the cotton-like paper into my pocket.

We stared at each other for a long while. I don't know why, but it was calming for me. We seemed to be a space, out own little word. One where I could say anything and I couldn't get hurt. I had never felt so free with anyone before. It was an addictive feeling to say the least, and there was something I had to say. Something I should have said years ago but somehow never had the guts to say properly. I had to take advantage of this moment, I knew that if I didn't I could never keep my peace.

"I love you."

The three most dangerous words possible. I felt no burn in my body after saying, no kick, and no worry. Everything was surreal. Like a dream, only I had hurt too much for it to be one. This was real; I had just said the words out loud. To him.

"I know," he said just above a whisper, "And I may be delusional, but I know it to be the truth, that, I am beginning to fall for you, as well."

My breath hitched in my throat. Did he really just say that? Oh who cares anymore, even if this is a dream? I needed this. It felt beautiful and clean. I needed the freedom. I needed the understanding. I needed him.

"Are you toying with me," I asked, unable to move my eyes away from his face.

"No."

"How will this work? How could it work?"

"I presume we will just have to start from the beginning, alas, I do not have much experience in this field."

"Just kiss me already, please," The words had just slipped out. I meant them of course, but I couldn't scare him away not after what he had said. All he didn't was nod, taking a step closer to me.

I gently placed my hands on his face; he didn't pull back or jump as I did like I had expected. I smiled a little, as his hands clumsily made there way to hold onto my upper arms. He was so close now, his breath tickling my face.

Closer…

Closer…

I felt nothing I had ever felt before when our lips met. He was so gentle, so soft; Drake had always been so rough, with everything. But Double D, a much less experienced player, was giving me fireworks behind my eyes. The butterflies took off from their nests in my stomach, but I couldn't care less. The feeling was welcome.

In reality the kiss was small, only a few seconds long and shallow. But it felt like so much more. I can't believe this was actually happening. We were staring at each other again after we broke. Both our faces were scarlet, and neither one of use moved. His hands remained, mine remained. We laugh softly, simultaneously. For once something was going right.

And I felt beautiful.

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Oh lord, this is where the drama is really going to begin, we all know it. But here's a little something to ponder.

How do you think this story will end, Happy or Sad?

Leave your answer in a review. Until next time, R & R and please visit my pole.