A/N:For posting this within a more reasonable time period than last time, I am officially a thug. Jared is shirtless. Yes enjoy it, mentally enjoy it good. Anyways read and lemme know what you think! I own nothing but I love Drake and Lil' Wayne, who sing this bombskies song, so now i am stealing their lyrics:D . I think this parts the cleanest in the whole song. Its kcutee xD

I apologize, I think I've been kicking it w. my cousin the infamous pretty boy & been watching a little bit too much of Pauly D on Jersey Shore:D But can't you soo picture Paul w. a HUGE blow out! :O i think it would be so fucking funny.

Okeey Dokeey, on w. the story!

Chapeter 14- Oh Yeah, Sleepover Time Yeah!

But anyways I think you're bionic;
And I don't think you're beautiful,I think you're beyond it.
And I just wanna get behind it and watch you
(Back it up and dump it back.)

'Every Girl' - Lil' Wayne, Young Money

Shirtless.

Jared.

Sexy!

I heard Jared's deep chuckle and lifted my gaze up back to his face.

His smile was shameless and I knew I just got caught starring. Like I care though. Look it him thinking he is so slick. He even went through the trouble of putting his white t-shirt, not the black one from earlier today, on one of my dressers. Just to flaunt the fact he is shirtless.

"I'm not going to deny the fact that I'm staring at your body." I sang to him without shame.

Why would I deny it? He's mine so I can stare at him all I want while he is shirtless. If he doesn't like it it's his own damn fault for not wearing a shit in the first place.

He laughed again, louder this time. I put my hands over his mouth to shut him up. Oh my Jesus! If John hears Jared laughing in my room past midnight without him knowing, fuck George and Wes included, I would never get to behold this sight ever again. I sure as hell was not going to risk that.

Jared moved my hand from his lips, only to place it on his cheek.

"Good... Cos neither am I."

I was tomato red instantly. I think all of me was tomato red. Is that even humanly possible? That's like unhealthy, right? I mean the human body can only produce so much blood! Anyways... ANYWAYS- And if Jared was being truthful, he was going to notice it. Which made me feel like I was going to get even more red.

I might die from losing or producing too much blood.

AHHHHHhH. :( If this were a video game or something like that, I feel like I would about to be at GAME OVER! .

"That's a good thing." He murmured in a low and husky voice that would have panties dropping. I think I just gained a life... or lost one. Hmm, seems like a win win!

"It better be." I smiled up at him. "Have I ever showed you my room before?"

"Noppe. Will you give me a tour?"

I giggled and grabbed his hand. "Okay so this is my bed."

Jared started chuckling darkly. "Any reason why you are showing this particular area of your room first?"

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. "Oh you are so mature!" I whisper yelled. "How old are you again?"

He jumped on my bed - I swear I was so freaking surprised that the damn thing didn't break. "Seventeen." He suddenly grabbed my lamp that was five seconds from hitting the floor. Damn. He probably would just have earned 200 points, in this video game that was going on in my head.

"Whoa." I squeaked slightly, very, impressed. "Nice reflexes."

Jared shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah... so I've been to-"

He was cut off by the huge pillow that hit his face. Haha. 100 points! "HA! Not so nice reflexes!" I whisper yelled.

"What was that for?" He said cautiously putting a pillow up to cover his face- just in case I decided to attack him again.

Instead of answering him I decided to throw another pillow. Lucky for him, it was horribly aimed. So I threw another one with a big ass smile on my face.

Sadly I couldn't carry on my gloating. Because next thing I knew, Jared was no longer in my bed. I didn't know where he was... and right now that could be very VERY dangerous.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath, suddenly on alert. I was sure as hell not going to let him sneak up on me. Hell no! No body, and I mean nobody ever tries pulling jokes on me.

I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or be nervous. This was my room, that he has never been in so there's not a very high chance off him even knowing where he was going. But the son of a bitch was a sneaky one.

"Little fucker, I swear I do not like playing hide and seek." My voice was low but I am pretty sure he heard it.

I slowly walked towards my closet, with my back to the wall, and blinked.

Next thing I know my eyes pop open in surprise because my feet were no longer on the floor. I let out a yelp.

"Kim, I believe you are getting ahead of me on the tour." Jared said slowly taking me back to my bed. He set me down at the foot of the bed and he sprawled himself on the floor. He looked up at me from where he was laying down, and I'm serious when I say that I turned into a puddle. "I hope I'm not being to forward or overly clingly but... can I spend the night? Before you answer I want you to know that my original intentions were to just come over and hangout with you... but when I got to Sam and Emily's I heard certain noises coming from their room." he shuddered, "So I just grabbed my shit and got the fuck out of there!"

I bursted out laughing. So loud that I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from having Jared discovered.

"Are you serious? Oh my God that's too funny!"

He scowlled at me. "So is that a yes or a no?"

I thought about it for a nano- second. "I think my answer is... let's pull an all nighter!"

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah all nighters are real fun! Have you ever pulled one?"

He shook his head and laughed lightly. "No- Well yeah I have pulled an all nighter. But that's not what I was referring to. You're sure it's cool if I spend the night?"

For some reason it suddenly felt a whole lot hotter in the room. "Uh, yeah. No problem... We can do each other's nails and talk about boys and how cute Drake is!" I added that last part to try and lighten the heavy atmosphere.

Ah yes. It was about that time of the day for me to start acting akward mercilessly... Dammit! I guess I'm just not that funny.

The next few minutes were quiet. And shit I felt so uncomfortable. Why am I so fucking awkward? So while I laid there counting the seconds, Jared swept his eyes thru my room.

"Kim? Why do you have so many clothes?" Jared asked in hushed tone.

"So many clothes? What are you talking about?"

He proped himself up on his elbows. Let me just say the view was fine from where I was at. I was on laying down with my head resting on my elbows now, facing him."Well, I see you have a lot of dressers, which I am assuming are full of clothes. Oh and you have a walk in closet... And now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen you wear an outfit twice... I don't know I'm just saying."

"Aren't you an observing little nugget." I shrugged. "I don't know... I guess that you're right. It's just that if I see something I like, then I will buy it."

He thought for a second. "So wouldn't that be considered like a shoping addiction?"

Hmmm. I never thought about that before! "Probably. Ah whatever... It's not like I shop every single fucking day. Oh no! That's my aunt Gladys. But I love her, she is so fabulous. When I grow up, I'm going to be just like her."

He laughed quietly. "Ah Kim. The things you say."

It was my turn to laugh. "So tell me, whatever did happen to P.B.S?"

Jared groaned. "Oh shit I thought everyone had forgotten about that!"

I did the best evil laugh I could. It sounded a little like "Muaaaaaaah- ahh ahhh!" Nice, huh? "So..."

"I don't know, everyone's hair was just a little bit too big! When I had my taper I never grew it out that big. Shit I think Paul is so fucking dumb because of all of that fucking hairspray. And the jeans were too tight. A guy's balls need breathing room."

I laughed quietly. "I remember the first day of school, Jordy was telling me all about the cliques and then your's came up... Oh my God, I couldn't believe you guys even know what pretty boys were!"

"Hey! We may live on a rez, but we're probably rowdier than any of those city kids from Seattle. Shit, we would put them to shame." He smiled at me, showing all of his perfect straight teeth. "And c'mon Kim, I know we live on an indian reservation but its not like we haven't heard of the internet. We can keep up with all those stupid styles and trends."

"You think that style is stupid? Jared you do realize that you used to follow that style?"

"Yeah."

Awkward silence...

"Yeah." I repeated lamely.

"Because that's what my friends were wearing. That's why I wore those death trap called skinny jeans. I mean jeans that tight would look good on a pretty girl like you, but not a 192 pound guy that's 6'5 ."

I smiled. "You think I'm pretty?" I asked blushing.

Of course that's the only part of him talking that I caught.

"No. I don't even think you're beautiful. ... I think you are beyond it."

I looked at my feet instantly. Kind of like a reflex. "Why are you stealing lyrics from Lil' Wayne?"

He laughed. "I think he stole them from me..."

I rolled my eyes, trying so hard to brush off the fact that I was tomato red. "Can I ask you something?"

I am so stupid. I am so stupid. I am so fucking stupid.

Do I really want to know the answer to this? Yes! Yes? I'm just curious... Curiosity killed the cat.

"Shoot,"

"Why are you my friend? Why are you all of a sudden paying attention to me. I mean just a couple weeks ago you didn't know my name. You didn't bother learning my name for an entire year. Why now?"

He laughed nervously. "I thought can I ask you something implied only one thing will be asked.''

"Jared..." I warned knowing he was trying to avoid the subject.

"Uh, I guess that it was just about time I opened my fucking eyes. I think it was meant to be this way."

Meant to be this way? Like he wasn't making sense right, or is that just me?

"And I didn't notice you because I was stupid. And shallow. I cared about things that just seem stupid to me now that I think of it. Ugh, its sickening to me. But I am glad I did finally open my eyes... to see a bionic beyond beautiful bombshell of a girl. Yeah, try saying that three times." He smiled at me.

And that smile made everything better.

"I thought I was your boyfriend, not just your friend."

I smiled at him and got off the bed to go set next to him on the floor. "You talk way too much."

"Really, well I feel like you don't talk enough to me. I love it when you talk, because you don't hold back. Like today with that girl, "he shuddered remembering her, "Unfortunately I don't really get to see that a lot. Will you tell me what you are thinking? It would be so awesome to know what goes on in that head of yours."

"Um, I don't know. Nothing interesting really goes on in here."

"Please?" He was pleading now both with his words and his puppy dog eyes.

"Fine!" I huffed out. "I was thinking of how funny it would be if Wes or John were to walk in right now. Don't you think it would be funny?" I smiled. But on the inside I was thinking the complete opposite; They would kill him, and make it look like an accident. I think they have seen way too many mafia movies to actually make that happen. "What are you thinking? Not of hairspray I hope."

He tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "Nothing really in particular. I was just remembering that there's a concert going down at The Moon right now. You want to go?"

"Who's playing?" Did I seriously just ask that? Am I seriously considering sneaking out of my house? Oh snaps! I think I am!

Jared shrugged. "Some indie band probably. So you want to go, yeah?"

Dammit! How could I deny him anything?

"What if we get caught?" I brought up, mentally kicking myself for trying to think myself out of this.

"I don't think we will. But if you don't want to go we don't have to. I was just suggesting it." I knew that he was just saying that to be the gentleman boyfriend. I wanted to say 'BULLSHIT'. I know he wants to go. I can see how exited. And I do too. But the nagging part in my brain won't fucking leave me alone!

Think with your heart not with your brain.

"Hell yeah I want to go."

He smiled his beaming smile at me. "Cool, hurry up and get dressed... not that I am not loving your pajamas. Their cool, almost as cool as you."

I blinked. "Yeah?" What a corny but cute thing to say.

Jared smiled. "Oh yes. I just love how cute you look in them!"

I felt embarrassed.

"OMFG, shut up. You're emberassing me!"

"Huh? I don't speek pretty girl swag. What is that code for."

I laughed. I knew he was playing around with me... at least I hope he was.

"Naw I'm kidding. Sorry for emberassing you, but Snoopy is hella bomb." He admitted.

I laughed, probably a little bit louder than I should have. "I know right. By the way, where are your pajamas? Actually a better question would be you have a nice shirt that you brought. Why aren't you wearing it?"

He coughed. "Well I- ah, um, I sleep like this? Kind of... Minus the pants."

I tried really hard, I really did! But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't fight the urge to picture him like- like basically naked. How could we arrange that into this situation? Hmm...

Oh the possibilities were endless.

"Are you picturing me naked?"

I shook my head. "No. Not naked. Trust me you're wearing at least boxers."

He gulped and started at me with disbelieving eyes. Hehehe. I think I just earned like two hundred points right now.

"And you never answered my question. Its like freggin 20 degrees outside, and you are only jeans. Not that they aren't a cute pair but they do not look warm enough. Why?"

He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Because I can... And it's not 20 degrees. More like 36 if you ask me." He said, "Besides, gangstas don't need to be warm. Ow." He rubbed the spot on his arm where I hit him. Honestly I think he was just pretending to be hurt because for reals a huge guy is going to get hurt by a girl my size? "I don't know? To me it's not that cold."

"Gangsta?"

He smiled, "Yeah, when I grow up I want to be a gangster. So I am in training right now."

"Really?"

"Yes." Wait a minute. "Okay I'm kidding." That's what I thought.

I began walking to my closet. "Jared you're the cutest thing ever. Stay, " I ordered when I saw he was getting up to follow me. "I'm going to change."

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

It was about to be 2:30 in the morning. And I felt like such a badass sneaking out.

I mean I was wearing black leggings, a zebra printed skirt, a nice white v-neck shirt, and a bad girl leather jacket. Yes if you're going to act like a bad girl, you might as well dress fabulously crazy like one too.

"You know I'm kind of glad you aren't a pretty boy anymore. I like you better like this." I admitted.

Woah! Where did all this confidence come from?

"Like me better how?" Jared asked, slipping his hand into mine. It turns out his flannel ,that was from earlier, was tucked into his back pocket. So he was currently wearing it- along with the white he had set on my dresser. Against my silent will. I think the only reason I didn't speak up was because I don't want him to get sick.

I smiled to myself enjoy how warm his hand was.

I shrugged. "Yhu know, without the Pauly D style hair. I like how it looks now. Hairspray and gel would just ruin how soft and messy it looks. This looks more natural for you."

"This feels so natural," he looked me in the eyes. I think, I hoped, he wasn't just talking about his hair comment.

I couldn't look away, not that I actually wanted to. His eyes look so pretty in the moon, their normal soft brown tone looked almost glowing. It was quite the sight to behold. The way I felt right now reminded me of the song 'When You Love Somebody'. I like how the lyrics say 'When you love somebody, it's hard to think of anything but to breath.' That is so true right now.

Did I just say love? Or think it?

Okay breath. You're a teenager. And teenagers say things like that, so its okay. I think...

"Kim?"

Shit. I've been caught zoning out. Shit.

"Huh?" Oh yeah great response.

Oh my God I think I am going crazy. What the fuck? Why am I having conversations with myself in my head?

"Why are you so beautiful?"

I blushed.

He laughed lightly, "You know the blush on your cheeks only accents your innocence and beauty. Beyond beauty actually."

I smiled at him, No one had ever been this cute and romantic with me. It felt nice to finally be wanted and needed by my long time crush. Who cares if it seems a little too good to be true. I'm just going to go with it because honestly, when is this ever going to happen to me again?

I shook my head laughing and we continued our walk in silence.

The Moon really wasn't that far from my house, it took us about ten minutes of walking. But probably because we were taking our time getting there. You could slowly begin to hear the music. It got louder and louder, until we were finally right in front of the partying teenagers.

Whenever George and I come it's never this late, but that's only because he doesn't want me being out so late and with him probably wasted. Those two things cannot be a good combination.

We walked up to the entrance. There was a guy there, guarding the door I guess.

" 'Sup." The guy said to Jared.

He only gave him a nod.

I never fully understood why guys do that.

"You both legal age? It's past midnight."

"I'm aware of the time," Jared answered coolly, "and would we be here if we weren't?"

Woah! Woah. Woah.

Where did cute and romantic Jared go?

"Alright, good enough for me you crazy kids." He stepped aside and opened the door for me, "Ladies first."

I quirked an eyebrow at him, trying my best to act like a tough badass.

As soon as we were inside Jared put his arm around my waist. I didn't jump or wince or anything. His arm felt natural there. "Let's get a table in the back." he suggested. There were a couple of steps down that led to the club.

To put it simple The Moon was one of the coolest places on planet earth. It was so simple in here, yet something made it seem so cool. The place was sat up so that as soon as you enter you take in the entire club. There was a stage at the very front for the musicians and bartenders serving drinks at the far left corner. there were small round tables scattered around.

It was always full in here and today was no exception.

"Ladies and gents," announced Bree, the club's host and manager, with her microphone "please welcome our next rockers. The Fruit Bats!"

Everyone clapped as they made their way on to the brightly lit stage. That was the only bright part of the club, everything else was dim.

Is it weird that a couple of minutes ago I had been thinking of one of their songs to describe how I felt about a boy and now I am going to hear them play live? Naw, I didn't really think so either.

"KIM?" a voice said from behind me.

SHIT! I knew that voice. Oh shit! Shit.

''Kim that is you!" I heard George's angry voice say. "What are you doing here?" And that's when he saw Jared holding my hand. "Did you bring her here?" He yelled at Jared. No one really heard because it was pretty damn loud in here.

"NO! He did not bring me here! I asked him to come with me you dumbass!"

Hold on! Hold everything!

"WAIT! Why are you here? You aren't supposed to be here either!"

George grimaced. I then noticed the girl with light brown hair behind her.

"Shit." I didn't hear him say it, but sister's intuition he said it.

"Is this your date from earlier today?" He nodded, "You haven't even gone home, huh?"

"No... Kim you better not say anything." He begged.

"Why shouldn't I? A couple seconds ago you were about to rat me out!"

He pulled at his hair, "Because you are with a boy!"

"AND YOU ARE WITH A GIRL!" I yelled."What's the difference. You can take her out, but he can't take me out?"

George looked at the floor begging to feel ashamed of himself. "Kimmy, don't get angry. Can we talk about this later? At home?"

"Fine." I huffed.

Of all the fucking nerve...

"Oh yeah this is my date, Hailey." He introduced us. "These are Kim and Jared."

"Hey." I said to the her. She smiled. Cute girl, she seems nice. How did she end up with George?

"By the way, we're officially crashing your date. I'm deciding it needs adult supervision. This is now a double date."

George you son of a-

"And bro," he said to Jared, "take your hands off my Kimmy Bear."

You gotta fucking love George Cohnell.

to be continued...

Happy late New Year ! 2011 is going to be a crazy one. I have written future chapters already, I know what's going on w. these crazy kids! Yay :) I really want to move this story along so there probably will be updates alot more often! Reviews fuel my energy! C'mon moree reviews! And thanks so much to those who have reviewed and read, it really means a lot to me :'D If you review Jared will mostlikely give you a piggy back ride. MOSTLIKELY, I am still trying to talk him into it.

btw; The Fruit Bats are an actual band, ilikee their songs, so why not throw them in here.

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PLAYLIST::

-When U Love Somebody, The Fruit Bats

-Every Girl, Young Money

-Hide Your Love Away, The Beatles

-All I Believe In, The Magic Numbers