I know I should be updating One Night, but I just want to get this story moving a little, and I'm kind of having writer's block for One Night. But, I'm working on it, so don't worry!

They did what all teens did when their parents weren't home. They were lying there together, in her bed, and he kicked the blankets off, down to their feet, so he could admire the beautiful body lying next to him. Now she lay beneath him as he lay on her body gently.

Her brown curls were sprawled over her shoulders, and she wore his shirt, an old baby blue one that hung perfectly on her frame, hugging her waist. They had made love about half an hour ago, and it was getting late now. It was almost midnight, and he was sure his parents expected him home soon.

"I should probably go," he said, his lips on her neck. He couldn't get enough of the pale skin.

"Or you could just stay here," she said, her eyes closed as she enjoyed his lips on her neck.

Her parents were on some trip for the weekend, and of course she utilized the time to have a little fun with her boyfriend. Her parents probably wouldn't even suspect anything. They weren't around a lot, but when they were, they knew she was a good kid and wouldn't do anything horrible.

James hovered about Brylee now, a look on his face. His hands were on either side of her shoulders, and she ran her hands up his bare, muscled arms.

"And what about my parents?" he asked, almost testing her. She pecked his lips.

"Tell them you stayed at Logan's," she whispered, her eyes closed, as she could feel his breath on her lips. James smirked, then kissed her again.

"You're so damn smart," he mumbled against his girlfriend's lips, making her giggle.

James could still hear that giggle if he closed his eyes. She was in this room an unreasonable amount of time, and for a lot of it, giggling at James as he commented on something as he kissed her.

Hell, she had been on this very bed. He figured his parents hadn't changed the mattress, and despite the fact that the sheets and comforter had been washed, they were still the same.

He could remember the way she'd cuddle up in his arms, her quiet breathing as she slept.

He remembered the way she'd roll her eyes at him if he took too long to undo a button.

He could still feel her hands on him, so gentle and loving.

He could remember the way she'd turn to putty in his hands as he got her to relax.

And the way her skin felt.

And the way she'd moan when he found her favorite spot on her neck.

James felt something. Something down below.

"Damn it!" he hissed quietly.

He shouldn't be getting hard. Not right now, not while he's in Minnesota on this kind of trip. His dad was in the hospital, for god's sake! And all James could do was think about this girl…

The one he once loved so much it worried him to lose her.

Then he did.

He cut her loose.

He threw the blankets off, then crossed the room to his own bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind him, then turned on the water. James ripped his clothes off before stepping into the shower, beyond ready to release this tension.

"What the fuck were you doing out so late?" Jake screamed as soon as Brylee walked through the front door.

She didn't even know he was coming back tonight. She figured it was tomorrow afternoon or something. And she'd already made him upset and she hadn't said any words to him.

Brylee took in a deep breath, shutting the front door calmly behind her before taking off her coat and shoes. She walked toward the kitchen, where the voice came from.

"I was out with a friend," she said, staring at him.

He was on the opposite side of the island, by the refrigerator, nothing about him different. His hair was still the same from last time she saw him, short and brown. He wore khakis and a button down, a tie over it. It was loosened now, and as he looked up at her, waiting for another answer, the nervous woman could see the anger in his eyes.

"Was it a girl?" he asked loudly.

"Yes!" she said. "So you have nothing to worry about."

Brylee wanted nothing else than to get out of here. Not this room, this house, the county, or even the state.

She wanted to get out of this relationship.

But she just didn't know how to do it.

"Good. Don't go fucking around with anyone else," Jake spat, then brushed past her.

She rolled her eyes and muttered "Like I'm getting anything from you."

"Oh, and just so you know," he said, poking his head back in the kitchen. "I'm only back until tomorrow morning. Then I'm going on a trip for two weeks."

He was so bi-polar. Brylee knew there wasn't something connected right in his head. And she tried to get him to go see someone about it, but it really never worked. He always found out her "plan," then he left some sort of emotional scar from all the yelling.

Brylee let out a sigh of relief, though. She just had to deal with him until tomorrow morning, then she had two weeks to try and figure this all out.

She went over to the living room, then lay down on the couch, throwing a big, warm blanket over her body before closing her eyes.

"James?" Brylee called after closing the door behind her. James had called her and told her to come over because he had something for her. But it seemed as though no one was here. The lights were off, and James' car wasn't in the driveway.

She walked down the hallway, and when she walked into his kitchen, she smiled, her mouth agape.

"What is this?" she asked, taking off her pea coat. In living room, there were candles of all different sizes, and it smelled like vanilla.

"This is just part of your Valentine's Day present," James said, sliding his arms around her thin waist.

"Part?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. James nodded, then took her hand and led her over to the couch in the living room.

He sat down, and she sat down beside him, immediately eyeing the cupcakes sitting on the coffee table.

"Red velvet with buttercream," James said before she asked, leaning forward to pick one up. He knew they were his girlfriend's favorite, and he was going to take advantage of the tasty treat. He peeled the paper off, then held it out for the girl next to him.

Brylee bit her smile back, then took a bite of it.

"Mm, this is so good," she said around a mouthful of cakey goodness. James took a bite, too, then let her finish it before he pushed her down gently onto the couch. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He grinned at her, his lips moving toward hers, but she pressed a finger to the pink lips.

"Where's everyone else?" she asked, curious.

"The parents took Ashley and Jeremy on a weekend ski trip," he said.

"They did not," she said incredulously, but James nodded.

"Really. And they wanted to have some sort of bonding time, so they didn't take me."

"Wow," was all that came from his girlfriend's mouth.

"This just means we can utilize…" he trailed off, kissing her lips gently, his hand traveling underneath her shirt. "Our time together."

Brylee smiled, then leaned up and kissed him again, glad she could spend a little bit of quiet time with James.

Brylee awoke, and she started sobbing. She sobbed because she was lonely. Because she was afraid. But most of all, because she was unloved.