A/N: Hello Everyone! Thank you to all of you that reviewed. I really appreciate it. Sorry this took a little longer than usual. I would have had this out to you yesterday, but I forgot to save the document and my computer froze, so I lost everything that I had written. I had to re-write everything from memory, so I hope it's not terrible.

Forever Love (Digame)

We lay in each others arms, basking in the afterglow. Well, I was...Jack had fallen asleep. I couldn't believe I was no longer a virgin. If my father finds out, I'm dead. Ever since I was fourteen, No premarital sex was drilled into my head by my bible hugging father. Could he tell if he looked at me? I felt different, but did I look different? Why do I even care? It's not like he's around to care about me. I snuggled deeper into Jack's embrace. I must have jostled him, because he roused from his slumber.

"You okay?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah." I mumbled. I was glad that he was awake. I didn't have to be alone with my thoughts anymore.

"You're not regretting what we did. Are you?" he asked.

"No! Never!" I sat up, letting the blankets fall to my waist. I had forgotten that I was naked, so I gave Jack quite a view. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover myself up. This caused Jack to laugh. "It's not funny." I said laying back down, sliding back under the covers.

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest and rested an arm on his waist, cuddling closer to him. "It is funny. You don't have to hide from me. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it before." he whispered in my ear.

"I don't care if you've seen it before. I'm just not comfortable with you looking at my body. I'm hardly comfortable looking at myself in the mirror." I said.

"I think you're being ridiculous." he muttered into my hair.

"Yeah." I lifted my head, resting it in my hand. I looked up into his eyes. I love those twin pools of blue. They are so expressive, I can exactly what he's thinking or feeling. Jack may have a tough exterior, but one look into his eyes and the facade comes crumbling down. They hold such a child-like innocence, it's hard not to fall in love with them. A stray lock of hair fell into my eyes. Just before I could, I felt his hand moving it away and tucking it behind my ear. As he moved his hand away, he brushed his fingertips down my cheek towards my lips. He traced them lightly, as if trying to memorize the shape, every texture and bump. I could scarcely breath. I loved yet, hated that even the slightest of his touches could affect me this way.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked.

"I don't know." he said softly. I smiled gently, as I leaned forward. I timidly pressed a kiss to his lips. I laid my head back on his chest, snuggling next to him. I felt him kiss me on top of my head, running one of his hands through my hair. He encircled me within his embrace. We were asleep soon after.

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"Interesting room you got here, Madeleine." A male voice that was not Jack's stirred me from slumber. I opened one eye, only to see Bobby leaning in my doorway, smirking at me. God, he's so irritating.

"How'd you get in here?" I asked languidly.

"You're father let me in, actually. He's an okay guy. I wonder how he would feel if he knew his daughter was in her bed, naked with the boy next door. I don't think he'd be to pleased to hear that, now would he." he said.

"What are you playing at, Bobby?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Nothing. I'm just yanking your chain, Madds. Lighten up." he said. Bobby walked across the room. Walking along the wall, he ran a finger on one of the bookshelves. "Damn girl. How many books do you own?" he asked.

"Not enough. What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked.

"I came to get Jackie-boy. We have some business to attend to. I suppose you can tag along, too. We're only going over to the house." he said. He sat down on the window seat.

"What sort of business?" I asked.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Madeleine. You'll see when we get there." he said. He pushed himself off of the window seat and walked back over to the door. "Wake up the little fairy."

"He's not a fairy." I said looking down at Jack.

"Only you have proof of that." He said. He turned to walk out of the door, but turned back around. "I'll be waiting downstairs. Wake him up and get dressed." he said. He turned to leave again.

"Bobby?" I said.

He turned back around again. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Don't call me "Madds". It rhymes with Nads. I don't want my name to synonymous with an Australian hair removal system. Thanks." I said.

"Whatever." he said. He turned to walk out, again. "It's not like "Maddie" is any better." he mumbled on his way out.

"I heard that!" I yelled to him, but he was already out of ear shot.

Jack stretched beside me. "You heard what?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Nothing. Get dressed." I ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am." he said smirking. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. He stood up completely naked and walked over to his backpack on the floor by the window seat. He had made a habit of bringing a change of clothes with him after the first night. I just stared at him, dumbstruck. How could he be so bold?

"Enjoying the view?" he asked cockily, bringing me out of my reverie.

I blushed, my pale skin turning a rosy shade of pink. "Maybe." I murmured. My face was burning in embarrassment.

He laughed as he pulled on a pair of jeans. "Well maybe, I enjoyed the view last night." he said cheekily. I gasped and grabbed the pillow beside me. When I threw it at him, it hit him squarely in the face. He gave me a look like he was saying; Oh, you're gonna get it. He started to run over to the bed. I giggled and dove under the covers. He threw them off and started to tickle me.

"Stop!" I squealed. I kicked and wriggled trying to get away. He stopped, giving me a crooked smirk.

"See, you're not self-conscious, when I distract you." he said. It was then that I realized I was completely naked in front of him. I blushed, something I began to hate. I pushed him away abruptly. I grasped the sheet and pulled it away from the bed. When it was finally free, I draped it over my body in a makeshift dress. I walked over to my closet. I pulled out a white lace camisole, a periwinkle cardigan sweater, and pair of my favorite jeans. I walked out of the door and into the bathroom across the hall.

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After I was ready, I opened the bathroom door to reveal Jack leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." he said quietly.

"You didn't." I said.

"Well, that's good to hear. You look very pretty." he said. He smiled lightly. He was trying to butter me up and it was working.

"You loo-...What is on your shirt?" I asked bluntly.

He looked down at his shirt. "I don't know really know. I just thought it looked interesting." he said.

"It looks like someone spattered black paint on a white t-shirt and it somehow made a picture." I said.

"Okay then. Why did we have to get dressed?" he asked.

"Bobby woke me up this morning, he said you had business at the house. He's waiting downstairs. What kind of business?" I asked.

He ran a hand through his untamable hair. "We have to talk to Jerry." he said.

"About what?"

"Nothing. You'll find out soon enough, I'm guessing."

We walked down the stairs in silence. When we reached the bottom, Bobby was waiting by the door.

"Took you long enough. What were you doing up there?" Bobby paused as he got a disgusted look on his face "Wait. Don't answer that question."

"What, Bobby, Jealous?" Jack teased. I went over to the coat rack and grabbed my pea coat.

"Not in the slightest." I heard Bobby retort. I put on my coat, buttoning it up.

"Let's go." Bobby said as he started out the door. Jack followed suit. I was about to close the door, when I heard a a quiet voice.

"Madeleine?" It said. My father walked into the foyer. There was no doubt he was my father. We shared the same stormy gray eyes. The same wavy chestnut hair, though his was more gray than brown. I think the only thing I inherited from my mother was my height, because he was a tall man. I haven't seen him in a few days. I remembered he used to be a very handsome man. He was thinner than usual, he eyes looked desolate. He was a broken man. This was the first time I actually saw it. He has been slowly deteriorating since my mother died, until he was the shell of a man that stood in front of me. How couldn't I see it before? He gave me a small smile that broke my heart.

"Yes, Father?" I asked.

"I just wanted to say goodbye." He said simply. I felt like I wanted to cry. For some lunatic reason, I felt like I was never going to see him again. Though he never was there for me, I didn't want him to go. This felt like the final farewell. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, like I hadn't done since I was a little girl. He wrapped his thin arms awkwardly around me, returning my embrace.

"Bye Daddy." I whispered to him. It was all I could muster the strength to say. I pulled back and looked into his eyes that were identical to mine. They glistened with the start of tears. I turned around a walked out the door. I didn't want to remember him crying. An understanding passed between us in the those few moments. He made sure he said goodbye to me. All the years were forgiven. In that moment, He was my Daddy again.

He wasn't going to be home when I came back. He wouldn't be coming home again. I know you'll take care of him, Mom.

When I walked out on to the porch, Bobby and Jack were waiting for me. I was on the verge of tears. I looked at Jack. Don't ask if I'm alright. It was as if he got the message, because he just walked over to me and put an arm around me. "It'll be okay." he whispered to me.

"You two are sickening. Worse than Angel and Sofi." Bobby said. He lightened my dark mood, I laughed.

"No one is worse than Angel and Sofi." I remarked quietly. Which made them both laugh.

"You're right, Maddie." Bobby said. We started to walk down the steps of the house.

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I was sitting on the couch next to Jack. Watching as Jerry, Bobby, and Angel argued. What I got out of all the shouting and punching, was that Bobby, Angel, and Jack believed that Jerry got involved with some gangsters, led by Victor Sweet, which in turn led to Evie being killed. Jerry explained that he refused to work with them, when they wanted to be apart of his development business, in turn they shut him down. It was enough to give me a headache.

Someone started bang on the door.

I watched as Jack got up to answer it. Something didn't feel right, so I pushed myself off of the couch and followed him. When I got to the door, He was brushing snow off his face and about ready to run after someone. The person was wearing a blue hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head. He was too tall to be a kid playing a trick. I saw something silver glinting out of the back of his pants. Something was definitely wrong. It was a gun handle. I took off after Jack, who was running after the guy with a snowball in his hand. Jack was wearing his combat boots, which slowed him down and I was wearing sneakers, so I was faster. I was ahead of Jack, when the guy turned around and pulled out the gun. Jack stopped in his tracks.

I did the only thing I could think of to keep him safe.

I jumped on Jack so I was in the line of fire.

I felt the bullet go through my left shoulder. The pain was excruciating. Blood began to pour down my back. My body went limp and I felt his arms go around me to keep me from falling on the ground.

All I remember is Jack screaming my name as the world went black.

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A/N 2: Promise me you guys won't come to my house with torches and pitchforks. Thanks for reading and Remember to review.