Ok, hugs go to Amethyst Blizzard, Moonders, Jessa, AliasAgent47, and Alexiamanda, but NOT to the anonymous person who told me that this fic is basically horrible. Flaming my fic is one thing, but when you can't even say anything constructive, it's a bit cowardly to not even leave an email address! Yeah, I guess it's all to do with free speech. You can say what you want, just like I can delete your review so other people won't have to read your unkind words!
And an extra shout out to Jessa, for telling me to get up off my lazy butt and write this thing!
Ok, now this chapter really makes use of the R (or M, if ya wanna go with the new rating system… which I still don't like, but am starting to learn to live with) rating. I'm just letting you all know that you might find this slightly disturbing, so don't bag me for it because I have warned you. Cool?
Oh, and I also want to warn you this it's a bit strange too… I was listening to weird music while writing this… ON AMETHYST BLIZZARD (aka Liz/Libby)'s BIRTHDAY! hehehe, liz, bet you really wanted to know that this horrible (in your opinion) chapter was written on your birthday… HA!
Anyways, on with the show. Oh yeah, and this is set right after the last chapter…
"Thank you, Woody." Jordan whispered, before turning to face him. "Have I ever told you that I love you? Because I do. I love you, so very, very much."
"I love you too, Jordan. I love the way your hair curls around your face. I love the way you decide what you want, and then you let nothing stop you. And I love the way that you love me."
"It took us too long, dancing around each other for years. It took somebody else wanting you to make me realise that you had to be mine!"
"I was always yours, and I think we have taken care of the other girl."
Meanwhile, an attempted scream was heard from the other side of the room, where Devan was in an extreme amount of pain. However, Jordan and Woody were oblivious, only aware of each other.
"Thank you, Woody. For everything." Jordan dropped her head, almost ashamed at the lengths she had gone to, to get what she wanted.
Woody paced his hand at Jordan's chin and lifted her head, smiling at her.
"You don't have to thank me."
"What do I have to do?"
Woody traced a finger around Jordan's face, running it along her eyebrow, down across her cheekbone and down to her mouth.
"You have to kiss me."
Jordan smiled and leaned in closer. She looked into Woody's eyes for a moment, before shutting her eyes and moving in the rest of the way.
It was just a kiss… to start with.
Devan soon grew uncomfortable with the situation. This wasn't something she really wanted to witness. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she could still hear them… gasping… moaning…
Things were going way beyond what Devan was comfortable witnessing. I mean, wasn't it enough that she was minus four teeth? Wasn't it enough that her bold and beautiful smile was now wrecked? Wasn't it enough that all she could taste was the taste of her own blood? Wasn't it enough that she was in an atrocious amount of indescribable pain?
Obviously not.
Devan was past thinking now. Everything now just was. She just was in pain. Jordan and Woody just were on the floor, approximately ten metres away, and Devan just was wishing to die.
Lucky for her, her prayers were about to be almost answered… almost.
Maybe it was the physical shock of her recent teeth-ectomy, or the mental shock of witnessing Jordan and Woody in a more than friendly exchange, but Devan could feel herself becoming faint. She wanted to shout for joy, but stopped herself, letting the unconsciousness sweep over her, giving her ex and her enemy a bit of privacy.
Though it would be safe to say that both Jordan and Woody had forgotten about Devan a long time ago.
A/N. Ok so did you find it disturbing? Well, I think one more chapter with this then it's done…
