I wrote the next chapter of One Night, but as I read over it, I was really hating it, so I'm starting over! I'm hoping to have it up by Saturday?

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"James," she said, her voice shaking with nervousness. Her chest was heaving up and down, and all she was trying to do was calm her nerves. She was lying on his bed, still fully clothed, but she was fucking nervous.

Brylee and James had been dating for one year today. And she wanted to do this, she really did, but she never had before. And neither had James. And Brylee was wondering why he was so calm.

"Babe, what's wrong?" James asked, leaning above her on his hands.

"I-I don't know about this," she admitted, toying with the buttons on her shirt.

"We don't have to do this, Bry," he told her.

"No, no," she said quickly. "I want to do this, I really do. I'm just…nervous." James sighed, seeming content, a small smile on his face, then he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

"I am too," he said, looking in her eyes.

"Yo-you are?" He nodded, brushing stray hair out of her face.

"But I promise we'll take it slow and I'll be gentle," he said softly. Brylee nodded, taking this into consideration.

James leaned up, then kissed her head, by her ear, and then he whispered "I just want to make you feel good."

He didn't say it suggestively, like would be assumed. He said it sincerely, like everything else that had come out of his mouth. Brylee smiled, then kissed him gently, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"James?"

The brown-haired man looked up to see his sister walking toward him. He was sitting at the island in his parent's house, and his sister Ashley must have just gotten here. She lived a few minutes away with her husband of only a few months. She was a good deal shorter than James, just a little petite twenty two year old. But don't let that fool you. She was fierce.

Jeremy was Ashley's twin. He still lived in Minnesota too, more specifically upstairs in his bedroom, as he finished college. He was just saving up money to buy an apartment after getting a job. He and Ashley didn't look much alike, obviously, but you could tell they were siblings.

They would probably be in Minnesota the rest of their lives, unlike James, who had already been around the world, and he was only twenty four.

He had everything he could need…except that one thing.

That one thing his sister had. A man shouldn't be jealous of his younger sister. But it was pretty damn clear James was.

"Hey, Ash," James said. He stood up, then walked over to the girl in the doorway and hugged her. He saw her yesterday, but only for a few hours.

She was a pre-school teacher, so she was busy from eight am to four pm.

"How are you?" she asked, pulling off her long white pea coat. Her skin was still impeccably tan, like always, and she still had her straight, long brown hair. She was wearing a gray skirt with black tights, and a pink sweater.

"I'm okay," he said, sitting back down at the island where a plate sat, some toast and fruit salad on it. He took a bite of the buttered, now cold, toast. "How are you?"

Ashley shrugged. "I could be better."

James gave her a look, swallowing the mouthful of bread. His sister looked over, and sighed.

"It's just- I found out something," she said.

"What was it?" the taller one asked.

"Promise you won't tell mom?"

This could be going either way. James and Ashley had always been close, much closer than James and Jeremy, hell, they hardly talked. James nodded, a serious look now in his eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she said. James' mouth hung open. He couldn't believe it. His baby sister- pregnant?

"What!" the man said loudly, not believing it.

"Shh!" she said, smacking his toned arm. "I found out last night."

"Last night?" James asked.

What the fuck was going on? This was so messed up! Everything was changing, and fast. His dad was dying, he was having sexual dreams about his first love, who may or may not still live here, and now his sister was pregnant and she found out last night?

Something just didn't seem to add up in James' head. This just wasn't right…or was it?

Ashley nodded and sighed.

"Does Chris know?" James asked carefully.

"Of course! He was with me." Her older brother nodded, taking it all in.

"So…I'm going to be an uncle?"

Brylee woke up again to silence.

Dead silence.

Eerie silence.

Something wasn't right…or was it?

After she woke up at around midnight from that dream, or memory, she cried for hours on end. She had to change herself right now. She didn't want to be miserable any longer.

She rose from the couch, not bothering to fold up the blanket, then walked to the kitchen. Outside there was fresh snow on the ground, only a few inches, thank the lord.

Today was also Sunday. Brylee was going to see her friend at the hospital today.

One of her dearest and closest friends, Lucy, had some horrible stomach flu that kept her hospitalized for the past few weeks. Brylee wasn't even sure if it was some type of flu. All she knew it was something that had to do with the stomach and that two more days without coming to the hospital, and Lucy would've died.

Brylee had visited every Sunday for the past month or so, even taking surprise trips there during the week if she had a spare minute. She headed up the stairs, then took a shower before sliding on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved, teal sweater.

She always loved visiting the hospital, and talking to all the patients walking around in the hallways and in the other rooms. She didn't know why it brought her so much joy. Maybe it was because it brought whoever she was talking to joy.

Their faces lit up when she smiled and said hello, asking them how they were doing. Most people ignored them, she told herself over and over. Brylee hated that. Maybe it was her teaching instincts coming out.

She was the most accepting person you could meet, and she made friends with everyone. It was just her personality.

And it was nice being happy while she was there, or while she was at school, teaching kids. It was better than her home life.

But she was hoping that would soon change.