Warning: Implied sex + the other warnings listed before the prologue.

A/N: Okay, I've been accidentally neglecting this story and I apologize. I've had a busy semester at school, but now that I'm out for Christmas break, I've been able to write. So voila!

And before it is mentioned, I do realize that Nikki and Jonesy, as well as Wyatt, don't have some sort of social crisis or dilemma taking place like the rest of the gang does, but they're still figuring out their futures and figuring themselves out nonetheless.

CRACK DREAMS

Her love was his drug of choice—Jonesy knew Nikki was crazy and bold and mischievous, but he couldn't get enough of her. Even if they argued every now and then, every moment he spent around her was a high moment.

Unlike his other girlfriends and playthings, he loved talking to her; she had so much to say about everything. He'd always known her as the opinionated and blunt and outspoken girl—no, woman—she was, and he could do nothing but respect her. (Just like she'd always known him as the flirt he was, and she could do nothing but roll her eyes and grin because it was Jonesy Garcia.)

He was so open about the physical things he wanted with her, wanted to share with her, but she would always make him work for them (and he would do anything to get them). She was such a tease, a minx in baggy cargo pants. Even so, the chase for her thrilled him.

After their second time sleeping together, he'd called her on the first summer night his family was out the house, asking her if she could come over. When she did, he immediately tried to pounce on her, but she smirked and said, "Patience." When he briefly obeyed, of course she knew she had power over him.

But, in his attempt to make her break and take him right there, he'd slithered his hands to her hips and kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He whispered things like, "I love you a lot, Nik… You know your love's the only drug I need… You get me high all the time… Wanna get me high tonight?"

She'd laughed with her signature snort. "Jonesy, you're so lame." Then she licked her lips. "But tonight you're mine."

His face lit up with joy and shock. "Wait, for real? Like, this is actually happening?"

She took his hand and led him to his own bed. "Yes, dummy." Pushing him onto it and straddling him, she kissed him hard. "And I love you too, so you better act on this while you have the chance."

He purred as his hands made their way to her tempting hips and irresistible rear. "Trust me, I'm gonna make this chance last all night."

He couldn't remember who'd pounced first, but he remembered being high on nothing but her for a long time. As soon as they lost their clothes, neither of them could curb their craziness. They craved it. They gave love and took love until they couldn't handle it anymore.

Both of them left panting, he took her into his arms, resting and recovering under the sheets with her. He ran his fingers through her pretty purple hair, saying, "I don't want us to change."

Not quite out of her high, she asked, "Hmm?"

"I don't want us to change, you know? Like, senior year's coming, and that's great, but you almost moved away a couple months ago." He frowned. "I don't want us to split by the end of the year because of university. When I think about that—when I think about everything, it kind of… scares me."

The future almost scared him more than blood and constricted spaces. He loved the joy and thrill that high school has brought him so far—the hockey seasons, the dances, the parties, his friends, his girl. He didn't want to give them up. He wanted to shove real life away for as long as he could. But most of all, he wanted a reassurance from her that they'd be okay.

She rolled onto him, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I don't want us to split, either. I know nothing's exactly certain right now and—believe it or not—it scares the hell out of me, too, but just know that I'll always love you."

Just as she had the power to get him high, maybe he had the power to get her vulnerable. Or maybe it was just the post-sex pillow talk kicking in. Either way, he loved her honesty. It brought him down to earth again. "I'll always love you too, Nik."

He pressed his grinning lips against hers as he rubbed up and down her back. The reassurance she'd given him made him feel a little more at ease. They kissed again and again and again, addicted to the feel and taste of each other's lips. Suddenly their kisses of comfort turned into the thrill he loved and wanted and craved. (When he'd said all night, he meant it.) They could never curb their craziness, falling into the cycle of giving and taking love again…

He thought of so many things during his high, things he wouldn't tell her just yet, mainly because he couldn't form sentences without grunting and purring and making other suggestive noises.

Maybe one day she could be his hockey wife, supporting him in his NHL career, cheering him on and kissing him at the end of a long, well-played game. That was the future he wasn't scared to face.

A/N: Because teenagers (even Jonesy) can be more mature and think about more than adults give us credit for. I really liked writing this one-shot/drabble/chapter thing. Something about it flows well, in my opinion.