Like the morning before, I woke with hazy eyes and a slight headache, no where near as bad as the one from yesterday morning, but still aching enough to wake me from my heavy sleep. I felt a heavy thumping behind my eyes that forced me awake, even though my body tried desperately to stay asleep. I could feel how hot my room had become overnight, my clothes were stuck to my warm skin. I wasn't used to sharing my bed either. In the night I'd moved more towards the middle of the bed, turning onto my side and almost cuddling into the new girl in my bed, forcing Tori towards to edge of my double bed. I peeked over at her, her left arm was hanging off the bed, her long hair sprawled across the pillow, her eyes gently closed, her lips parted and tiny breaths exhaling from her mouth. Her soft breathing making the world seem to stand still for a few brief moments. I had to stop myself from staring at the sleeping girl beside me.

I replayed the night again in my head. I don't know why I had lent down and kissed her. It just felt like the right thing to do. I thought she was asleep. I couldn't have been more wrong.

My stomach tensed as I began to play on what Tori would say to me when she woke up. I could feel my fists clenching as I tensed harder, panic riveting through my head. Fuck.

"I think you owe me a coffee." A sleepy yawn ripped from Tori's mouth as she rolled over, her deep brown eyes, wide and locking on mine, a smug smirk pulling on her lips.

A nervous laugh fell from my mouth as I exhaled deeply. "Whatever." I replied, pursing my lips and acting as confident as possible.

She pulled her hair off her back and onto her shoulder, playing with the ends in her fingers. "How long have you been awake and staring at me?" She said playfully. Her eyes danced between her hair and my eyes, eventually staying connected with mine.

"You're paranoid." I replied, rolling my eyes at her and falling onto my back, my eyes still on hers.

"You're a liar." She laughed sweetly. "Can I have a shower please?"

I nodded. "It's through there, towels are on the right." I pointed to the en suite, my eyes falling onto her body. I watched as she flipped the duvet off her, revealing her long, tanned legs. She'd fallen asleep wearing one of my old T-shirts. It was too big for her and hung off her, making her look even smaller than she already was. Her hair was messy and sloped down her back, contrasting against the blue shirt. She slipped out of my bed and tip toed over to the black door on the other side of my room.

"This one?" She looked back for reassurance.

I nodded once more, smirking at her. "Uh huh."

While Tori showered I spent a vast amount of time making myself look presentable. I brushed my long hair as I waited for my curling irons to warm up. I'd decided to curl the ends of my colored hair for a change. I trailed my fingers across my closet, my hands feeling across the various fabrics and leather of my clothes, eventually I landed on a red plaid shirt and my comfy pair of black jeans. I applied my make-up heavier than usual, making sure my eyeliner was applied in a perfect, straight line. After battling with the pencil and my eyes getting darker and darker I finally gave in, slamming the pencil down on my desk and spraying my hair once over with hairspray.

"You look nice." Tori said shyly as she stood in the doorway to my bathroom in only a towel.

I forced my eyes away from her, glancing over to her every few seconds to catch a glimpse of her. Even with dripping wet hair and no make-up on, she looked amazing. She just had this face that captivated me, she had so much allure to her. Flustered, I turned to my mirror to steal a few more looks before she grabbed her clothes. She turned briefly to show a glimmer of smile at me before shutting herself off in my bathroom to get dressed.

...

"This place is so cute." Tori's eyes studied the coffee shop as we stood in line to order. I could see her eyes shifting from wall to wall.

The coffee shop was a few blocks from my house, it was little and unique. It had a vintage taste to it which I liked. The walls were either brick or wooden, complete with hard wooden floors that creaked and cracked under every footstep. The back wall was covered by a large bookcase, filled with every type of book imaginable; from Pride and Prejudice to the Harry Potter series.

I smiled as she finally stopped examining the store. "Yeah, it's nice."

"So, are you buying?" She cocked her eyebrow as she placed her order.

I chuckled in shock at her. "You drink all my vodka, steal half my bed and use nearly all of my best shampoo and you think I owe you a coffee?" I smirked, grabbing my coffee.

She smiled, pulling out a $10 note. "Just this once, West." She took the change and her coffee and followed me to a cosy spot by the window.

"Gracis chica." I said in my best spanish accent, sitting hard against the comfy leather sofa.

"You speak Spanish?" Tori smiled eagerly, placing herself opposite me.

I shook my head. "No, but you're Spanish, aren't you?"

"I'm half Latina actually." She corrected me, sipping on her hot drink.

"Go you." I said sarcastically, talking a large gulp of my coffee. I liked my coffee black, and scolding hot. So hot it practically burnt my tongue.

We sat in silence while sipping our drinks. I took a moment to analyse her properly, the majority of our meetings I'd either been drunk or it was dark out. It was the first proper time I'd seen her in the daylight. I knew from the moment I'd met her that there was something unique about this girl, I just couldn't figure out what. My eyes followed her hands as she cupped the white mug in her hand, bringing it to her pink lips and swallowing the liquid slowly, her eyes fluttering open and shut, her long lashes batting naturally. Her brown eyes sparkled, like there was a candle flickering inside them, constantly shining.

She caught my eyes quickly, her radiant eyes glowing at me, a shy smile on her face. I tried to act as if it were a coincidence that our eyes had met, staring back down at me coffee cup, but even I couldn't hide the red glow that had covered my cheeks.

"You're cute when you blush, Jade." She admitted, placing her mug down slowly, a coy look on her face.

"I hate that." I snapped, rolling my eyes and finishing my coffee.

"No need to get so dramatic, Jade. It was only a compliment." She spoke so calmly. Why wasn't she even slightly scared of me? "You were looking at me." She wiggled her eyebrows at me, a jokey smile covering her lips.

"No I wasn't." I argued back. "Why would I look at you? You're nothing special."

"Oh yes you were." She giggled. "I caught you red handed."

"I was looking at how close together your little eyes are, and how uneven your face is!" I lied, she really had perfect eyes, she'd probably never been insulted about them in her life. So that wouldn't of hurt her, right?

She blinked several times before sitting back against the sofa, checking the time on her watch. "I should probably get going."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I let her get up and go. I forced myself to stare at my blank phone as I heard the click of the door slam behind me. Fuck. I'd ruined it.

...

"Who was that girl here the other night? She was awfully pretty. Does she go to Hollywood Arts? Why don't you invite her over for dinner? We could get sushi?" My Mom cracked open my bedroom door, strolling in and sitting beside me. Once again, pretending to give a shit about my life.

"She's no one." I replied bluntly, placing my guitar down carefully.

"I'm trying here, Jade. The least you can do is try back." She tried to stroke my hair out of my face, failing as I stumbled back away from her.

"It's going to take a lot more than that, Mother." I moved myself away from her. "You know where the door is."

"When did you become such a bitch?" She snapped, flinging the door open so hard it hit the wall hard, bouncing back fast.

"I knew it was all an act." I laughed seriously. "Get out of my room."

She held her breath, straightening out her face and composing herself. "Fine, be alone for all I care." She slammed the door behind her, huffing loudly.

I collapsed against my bed, running my fingers through my long hair. It had been five days since I'd seen Tori, five days since I'd spoke to her, and five days I hadn't been able to get her off my mind. I was kicking myself for what happened at the coffee shop. Why couldn't I learn to bite my tongue. I lay awake at night playing over scenarios in my head, creating a life where I was as sweet and as kind as Tori. No matter what I did, I could not stop thinking about her.

I wondered if she was thinking about me too. It was eating away at me not seeing her. I couldn't contact her, even if I wanted to. I didn't have her address, her number, and she didn't have a Slap account. It was useless.

Why couldn't I stop thinking about her? I felt an unusual sensation in my stomach whenever I thought of her smiling or laughing. I just wanted to see her again, to apologise.

Deep down, I knew why I wanted to see her so badly. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit it.

"Oh, so you're actually going out now?" My Mom barked as I walked past the living room. She was sat on the white leather sofa, sun glasses perched on her head, a magazine in her hand and a glass of wine in the other.

"It's not a crime to leave this house, is it?" I said sarcastically, walking straight out the front door and heading for the hill overlooking Hollywood. I'd avoided going there for the past five days, mainly because I didn't want to bump into Tori. I had no idea what to say to her, or even what to do. I was so confused and nervous for once.

I almost ran up the hill. My heart sank as I realised there was no one in sight, no one was there. No one walking their dogs, no kids playing, no pretty girl sat admiring the view. No one.

The volcano inside me erupted. I let out a loud, angry scream, collapsing to the floor. My eyes stinging with frustration and pain. My lips in a straight line as I held my head tight. I had never felt this way about anyone before. She was fucking with my emotions. A girl whom I barely knew was playing me like a puppet and it terrified me.

"Jade? Are you okay?" From behind me I heard loud footsteps, running uphill towards me.

I stayed still, totally frozen for a second as I realised who the voice was, quickly wiping my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Tori span me round and pulled at my weak body, wrapping me in a tight hug. Shielding me from everything. Keeping me safe, and warm and wanted in her arms. She took deep, out of breath sighs against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she blew cool air onto my skin. "You scared the hell out of me. Are you alright? Why did you scream? I thought you were being murdered."

I stood still, in complete shock about the situation. "I'm fine." I whispered into her ear, finally letting my arms wrap around her petite body. I felt myself eventually let me lean on her, in every sense of the word.

"Why did you scream? Are you hurt?" She held me at arms length, her wide-eyed, fearful eyes scanning over my body.

"Tori, I'm fine." I caught her attention. I'd never seen someone worry about me so much. Her brown eyes watered slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"You scared me so much." It was my turn to hold her as she fell into me. "I've come up here everyday since I left you last. I waited for you. It's stupid I know, but I knew you'd come eventually. I just had this feeling. I'd sit for hours, writing, reading, watching the sunset alone. Just waiting."

I coughed slightly as I held back a smile. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I was sorry about a lot of things, but I couldn't even start to find the words to explain the many reasons why I was.

"And here you are." She laughed slightly, loosening her grip on me and drying her eyes gently.

"Here I am." I let my hand move towards her face, carefully wiping a tear from her cheek.

As I brushed her skin delicately with my fingertips, she paused, her smile fading from her face. I watched as she brought her hand up to her face, moving her fingers over mine, her eyes never glancing away from mine. I could practically feel my heart beat in my head. My hand trembled as she held it tighter. That small moment in time felt like a dream, like I needed to be pinched, and then it became a reality.

She dropped her hand down to my waist, pulling me close to her and pressing her lips tenderly against mine. The whole thing took me by surprise, an intense feeling overtook as I moved my lips against hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against mine. My hands snaked around her neck, only pulling us closer together. Our bodies brushing against one anothers as the tiny kisses overtook us.

Tori pulled away, fear glazing her eyes. "I'm sorry. It just felt right, and I don't know. I've wanted to do it since the moment I met you. And you kissed my head the other night, I couldn't stop thinking about it, how nice it felt, how I wanted you to do it again. I can't stop thinking about you at all, or dreaming about you. I just want to be with you all the time. I'm not even gay, and neither are you and I'm just sorry." She rushed, her words slurring as she spoke so fast, nerves clear in her voice.

I smirked, pushing my lips back onto hers to shut her up. She kissed back harder than before, expressing every emotion in her. I could feel her lips pull into a sweet smile as our kiss deepened. She, was everything I was looking for, and I wasn't even looking.

"You're gay." I smirked as we stood facing one another, both of us breathing heavily, a hazy, romanced look in our eyes.

"I sure am happy, that's for sure." A goofy smile emerged on her face as she slyly licked her bottom lip. "Feel better now?"

I nodded. "You make me forget how to breathe. You drive me crazy. You make me want to pour my heart out to you."

"You make it sound like such a bad thing." She giggled.

"What?"

"You make us." She pointed between us two. "This, sound like such a bad thing."

"I'm not gay." I said a little less confidently than I had hoped. "I had a boyfriend for two years. I'm not gay."

"I've had boyfriends in the past, but none of them have made me feel the way you do. You're like a drug, I need you all the time, pulsing through my veins." She trailed her fingers across my arm, over my tattoo and to my wrist, following the blue vein.

"Denials the first step, right?" I watched as she nodded. "And admittance is the second step." My eyes lit up as she laughed at what I had said. I was quoting her from the second time we met, its ironic how accurate she was.

"So, you're not denying this?" She smiled shyly, her eyes glistening against the now dim moonlight.

I half shook my head, afraid to speak. "No, I'm not." I finally said, taking a deep breath. I liked her, I fucking liked her. I had kissed her, she had kissed me and it all finally made sense. I had a crush on a girl, but not just any girl, Tori Vega.

"So..what now?" She fiddled with her hair nervously as we stood still.

"We go on a date." I stated, a lot more confidently this time.

"A date?" She repeated, excitement in her voice.

"How do you feel about sushi?" I sat down, my eyes falling onto the horizon as usual.

"I love spicy tuna balls." She perched next to me, her whole body beaming with happiness.

"That's the only balls you must like right now." She hit my arm playfully as I joked with her.

"Jade!" She squealed. "You are the worst."

"Oh, you've seen nothing yet." I replied with my eyebrow raised at her.

She stuck her tongue out. "Should I be excited by that, or scared?"

I moved my hand towards her's, entwining our fingers together. "You'll have to find out on our date."

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