If you guys don't remember, here are the girl's nicknames so far....! (and if you haven't read my last chapter, I updated it, so it would sound WAY better! If you haven't checked it out since I updated, go and do that! Thnx!): Jade- Black Ice, Heather- Rattler, Cameron- Tank

Chapter 4

*~!~The Kiss~!~*

"What do you want?" she spat.

"Just to talk."

"Why?"

"I don't know," he replied uneasily. She heard a thud on the ground, and knew he sat down. She sat back up.

"What do you want?" she repeated, sounding more annoyed.

"Nothing."

"Then I'm going back inside." She stood up, brushed herself off, and briskly walked towards the tent.

Squid mumbled something and Rattler whipped around.

"What'd you say?"

He hesitated then said, "I said, 'You'."

She stared at him. "What do you mean, me?" she asked him cautiously, although she knew exactly what he meant.

"I meant.... nothing.:

"No, tell me."

"No. It's stupid."

"Tell me!" she yelled, annoyed by his modesty.

"I said NO!"

"Did you mean... that you... wanted me?!" she asked, trying to keep her voice under control.

"No. I guess. I don't know." He stared intently at a hole, trying not to catch her eye.

She walked over to him, kneeled down, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Squid... Squid, look at me!"

He slowly turned his head to look her in the eyes. She cupped his chin in her hand. "Is that what you meant?" she repeated, her voice softer. When he shrugged, she put both her hands on either of his shoulders. "Is that what you meant?" she repeated a third time.

He sighed and whispered, "Yeah, I guess I did." She let go of his shoulders, stood up, and walked inside.

"I'm such an idiot!" he said, throwing his body into the dust, getting dirt into his eyes and throat. He coughed, his throat feeling like it was closing up, and rubbed his burning eyes, standing up. He walked inside the tent and Zig-Zag yelled, "What did you do to Rattler, you bastard?!"

Squid looked stupidly at him, and then saw all the girls on Rattler's bed, surrounding her (even Black Ice). They all looked up at least once at him with evil glares on their faces. "What's going on?"

X-ray yelled, "Yeah right, like you don't know! Now tell us what you did to make Rattler cry so damn hard!"

"Yeah!" the rest of the guys yelled.

"I didn't do anything, except-" he remembered what had happened outside, but didn't understand why she would have been upset by that.

"You guys! I already said I was fine!" Rattler was blubbering.

"He did something to you!" Black Ice screamed at her.

"No, no. It was noth- Natasha, that wasn't very ni- NARCISSA! THAT WAS... RUDE! TANK, STOP SPITTING ON HIM! TIFFANY! STOP HITTING HIM!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone stopped and looked at her.

"You guys, I already told you, it's nothing." She wiped her eyes and laid down on her bed.

"Rattler, why are they mad at me?"

"You know damn well why we're mad at you!" Mercedes yelled.

"Now tell US what you did!" Caveman demanded.

"Yeah, man. Whatever you did wasn't cool," Twitch added.

"I didn't do anythi-"

"The HELL you didn't! No one ever made her cry like that!" Natasha said. "Only, and I mean only, one person ever did."

"And that was her brother!" Tank blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Squid asked, eyeing her very carefully.

"Nothing. It's noth-"

"You can tell them, Tank," Rattler's muffled voice said. Tank's eyes watered and threatened to spill over.

"The only time she ever cried was when her brother died. She was devastated. Blamed herself for his passing, and blamed her brother for making her shoot him. She cried every day for 3 ½ months. Only ate every other week. Still cries herself to sleep sometimes. I hear her." The tears that were once in her eyes now flooded her cheeks. She was stifling her cries, but didn't for much longer.

"You had to kill him?" Squid asked, in a soft voice. Rattler sat up on the bed, mascara smeared down her cheeks.

"Yeah."

"Why?" Zig-Zag asked, suspiciously looking around, his eyes darting from person to person.

"He was an ex-drugdealer. Some gang was looking for him. Unfortunately, they found him, messed him up pretty bad." By now, they could hardly understand what she was saying because she was crying so hard. "He made me shoot him to put him out of his misery. When I found him, he was all bloody and cut up. It was horrible."

"How old was he?" Regan asked.

"He was 16 then. He would be 17..... today." Her face scrunched up in pain at the memory of his birthday. She fell face first back onto her bed.

"Yeah, but Rattler. What the hell does that have to do with me?" Squid asked, hands on his hips.

"Nothing."

"I believe that," he said walking to his bed.

"I'll tell you later."

"What did you say to her?!" Zig-Zag asked all of the sudden.

"I..... didn't say anything," Squid said hesitantly, considering telling them.

"Um, yeah, you did. Or she wouldn't have remember her brother just like that," Tank said, matter-of-factly. "She never talks about her brother anymore, to anyone!"

"I..." he sighed, still hesitating. Then he just decided that he wouldn't tell them. "I didn't say anything."

"BULLSHIT!" Tank said, more furious.

"Tank! TANK, STOP IT! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE IT ALONE, AND I MEANT IT!" Rattler screamed, raising her head.

"Fine. Just because you're my girl, I'm gonna chill out," Tank said, calming down. Rattler got off of her bed, still crying, walked over to Squid, grabbed him by the arm, and drug him outside. Tank shook her head, Black Ice wiped the tears out of her eyes from the story, and X-ray stood up.

"I wanna hear what she has to say to him," he said, walking to the entrance.

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"You wanna know what that has to do with you?" Rattler asked, wiping her eyes and sitting on the dusty ground.

"Yeah," Squid said, sitting beside her. He looked up at the stars. Looking at her crying just tore him up inside, but he didn't know why.

"My brother is the only person I have ever loved. Every night, he would say, 'I love you, Heather. Stay my sweet little angel. My little baby sister.' Everytime I told him that I wasn't sweet and that I wasn't little he would always reply, 'In my eyes you are. And I love you all the same. No matter how bad you screw up, I'll always love you.' I would say that I loved him to and he would say, 'I love you,' like, a million times a day to me. When I woke up, when we ate, when we went to bed. Anyplace he could, he would tell me.

"He's the ONLY person that has ever said they loved me. The only person who ever liked me for who I was. He didn't say it because he thought he had to, because we were blood, but because he meant it.

"The way you said it....it just... reminded me so much of him. The way you looked at me. He would always look at me that way. Like he would always protect me and be there for me no matter what." He looked at her and saw she was wiping her eyes, and knew she had been crying.

"I looked at you that way?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah. You looked at me this certain way he would. It's a look that told me..... it was like your eyes were telling me something you couldn't.... like, 'I'll protect you. No one will hurt you. I'll make sure of it.' That kind of look. I'll always remember that look. He's the only one who's ever looked at me that way. Besides you, I mean."

He gave a nervous chuckle. "I didn't know I looked at you that way."

"Yeah, you did. But there was something else there. Like, a way my brother never looked at me."

"Well, it was a look that brothers aren't supposed to look at you with. Did it look like this?" He cupped her chin in his hand and looked deeply in her eyes.

"Yeah. That one." She barely got the sentence out, because it was a look that could melt chocolate.

"This look," he said, their faces slowly moving towards each other, "is a look that only people can give someone if they like them MORE than a friend." Their lips met, and they fell into a deep kiss, but not long before they heard cat calls and whooping.

They quickly pulled back and looked up. They saw X-ray and Zig-Zag standing at the entrance of the tent, but everyone else was piled behind them.

"Shut the hell up, yall!" Squid yelled, quickly getting up.

"Yeah!" Rattler agreed, getting up, and dusting off her pants.

"Oohh... so NOW do yall like each other?" Natasha asked, jumping up and down.

"NO!" Squid said.

"NO WAY! It was just one of those... moments where you just wanna... kiss. Anyone!" Rattler, said, almost at a loss for words.

"Whatever," Mercedes said.

"Say what you want to," Black Ice said, everyone piling back into the tent, Squid and Rattler falling behind.

A/N: sorry it was so short and boring, but I just wanted to update this story! Plz review!