A special thank you to the only reviewer for last chapter, Riley, the only reason there is another chapter up now. It's shorter then what I planned but if I get more reviews I'll add on….

Ellie's POV

I sat in my room alone, not knowing what to say to EJ. Ever since Christopher arrived, EJ had been distant from me. He wouldn't even look at me, especially when Christopher and I hugged or something of equal insignificance. I didn't understand why we were having petty arguments constantly now and over everything. It just seems like one thing after another threatens to tear what EJ and I have apart.

I sat on my bed with my face firmly placed in my hands. I sat in silence with my thoughts.

The peace was broken readily as a sweet melody floated through the air emanating from the room next door, EJ's room. He was playing his guitar.

I moved closer; I stood leaning against the wall that separated the two doorways. His door was wide open so I decided to sneak a quick peak inside. It has been awhile since I heard or seen EJ play.

When I looked though, EJ was not playing; his assortment of guitars hung or stood in there respected places. I stepped into his doorway to get a better look at everything. Everything was where it was supposed to be except one thing.

Where's EJ?

The room still smelt of him so he couldn't have been gone very long. I set through the doorway and drifted to his stereo system that produced the song EJ and I had listened to once. We thought it was great. It was called "You and I" by One Direction or something like that. We heard it one morning as we traveled to school and he smiled at me when I unintentionally started singing along. I blushed back then and stopped until he turned the radio up, held my hand and started to sing to me. I closed my eyes at the memory; I loved it when he sang…

"What are you doing?" I jumped in surprised and placed my hand over my quickened heart. I turned slowly as I faced him.

"EJ," I breathed, "you scared me." He didn't say anything; he just continued to stare me down as he moved around in his room. He picked up the remote to his stereo, pressed a button that canceled the sound and tossed it on his bed. I broke the uninterrupted eye contact by looking to the floor. I let my hand fall from it place over my heart and looked back at him; his eyebrow was raised expecting an answer. He was never like this before….

"Well? What are you doing?" he questioned again, more demanding. "What do you want, Ellie?" I was hurt by his unfriendly tone.

"I, I was just…" It was hard me for to speak. "I'm tired of this EJ. I'm tired of us fighting. I don't understand why you are so angry at me. We have to fix this. Please, EJ… What happened to us? What's going on?" He gave not a moment for consideration before he spoke.

"You want to know what happened to you and me. Christopher Frey is what happened to you and me. I don't trust him. I don't like him." You and me? That choice of words angered me a little but I didn't mention it. I thought we were a team, that we were and 'us', not just Ellie and EJ.

"You don't trust him? Why?"

"I just don't ok? I don't like the guy, Ellie," he said his voice raised a little. His voice had an edge to it and that's what I didn't like. He sounded very… jealous. Oh my gosh he was.

"You don't like him or are you jealous of him?" I countered. EJ tensed up at my accusation. He shook his head at that firmly.

"I'm not jealous of that prick," he sneered as he faced away from me. I narrowed my eyes at his back and crossed my arms.

"Look at who's acting like a prick now," I mumbled and I regretted my harsh words immediately. I could see EJ's muscles flex through his tight dark colored t-shirt. His hand balled up in a tight fist, frustrated. He was definitely angry now.

"I'm the prick? Really?" His voice was sharp. "He's the one who always wants to grope you around me, put his hands on you!"

"We hug, EJ, sue me for having a guy friend then!"

"I'm done talking about this, Isabelle, so just get out," he ordered stiffly. Isabelle? He's never called me that…..

"Fine," I said back and left his room heavy footed. "Oh and Edward," I mocked, "I don't know what's up with you but the EJ I knew wouldn't be acting like this."

"Then I guess you don't know me as well as you thought," he countered. I looked at him sadly and frowned deeply.

"I guess not," I said finally and slammed his door shut. I took only one step toward my room before the tears started. I wiped them away and sank low to the ground as I sobbed silently.

Before I knew what I was doing, I looked around to see who was present for my breakdown, hoping it was no one but I wasn't that lucky. Christopher stood again the far wall at the end of the hallway with his arms crossed his expression almost concentrating. My heart told me to go talk to EJ again almost like our hearts were calling to one another but an overwhelming urge told me to follow Christopher. To get closer to him… He was my rock. He was always there for me when I needed him.

Christopher gaze didn't leave me as my body uncontrollably did as it desired and I followed him out of the house and way into the forest.

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