I know, One Night should seriously be getting updated…but….I had this idea and needed to get it down. And I wrote some of it on my phone, but I had to write it right now so I am and yeah…Update of One Night is coming soon. Maybe. Probably. Thursday.

Oh! And this is the longest chapter yet for this, and I really like it. We're learning more about Brylee's life now :)

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She lay in his bed, the white blankets pulled up to her shoulders, the fabric soft against her bare skin. She was lying on her side so she could watch her boyfriend, who was sitting in the chair in the corner of his room, playing the guitar in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, and his head was bent over the instrument, focusing on the song he was playing.

Thankfully, his parents were out of town and his brother and sister were sent to their aunt's, who lived about thirty minutes away, for the weekend. James was supposed to be there too, but he drove back here, telling his aunt he had a hockey game.

Which was true. He did have a hockey game…three hours ago. He was supposed to be back to his aunt's house, but he wanted Brylee. She had come to the game like always, then waited for him in the lobby of the rink to congratulate him on a great game.

And then, his teenage girls wanted more than just a make out session in his car. He wanted to make love to his girlfriend. And that's just what they did.

And now James sat in the chair in his room, playing one of his girlfriend's favorite songs. He wasn't singing, just playing the music. Brylee had a small smile on her face, loving the song James was playing, but she adored the words more. Not to mention, James' voice was amazing, so smooth and…perfect.

"Sing to me James," she said softly. The boy looked up, then smiled before starting at the beginning of the song again.

She has no problem with secrets,

She knows just how to keep them,

She never felt the need to let them show,

And I've had no trouble with speaking,

Or trusting my instincts that maybe

This is the one that I should know.

But as I'm waiting there,

The devil on my shoulder stares,

Laughing that the one thing

I can't get is the one thing I need…

Brylee didn't know why she was thinking of that memory as she walked through the hospital. She had been thinking of the song earlier, and obviously it just linked back to James. But, didn't that seem to be the case for everything lately? She couldn't get her ex-lover out of her mind since the other day.

And maybe she didn't want to.

She shook it off as she walked down the last corridor, then pushed open the slightly ajar door, walking into her best friends room.

Lucy was lying in bed, looking a bit livelier than she did the other day, some more color in her face. Her blonde hair looked healthier than it did before, too, and Brylee smiled.

"Bry!" the woman said, excitement in her voice, even though it came out quietly.

"Hi Luc," Brylee said, coming over and giving her a hug.

They had been best friends since their freshman year of high school, somehow managing to keep in contact during college. And they were both ecstatic when Lucy decided to come back to Minnesota. She had went to NYU, all the way over on the east coast, while Brylee stuck to the state school, and now they were back together, and still had fun like in high school.

"How are you?" Lucy asked Brylee. The brunette she should be worried for her friend's health right now, and not her own petty problems, and knew she shouldn't be bringing this up, but she knew she needed to tell someone.

"Do you remember James?" she asked, looking down at her friend's hands that were folded in her lap.

"James Diamond? The sexy ass boy you dated for almost two years?"

Even though Lucy was in the hospital, her potty mouth didn't go away. It wasn't as bad now as it was before, and nowhere near what it was like if she got drunk. She and Brylee had been in a few of those situations, and they'd both be cursing like sailors.

Brylee laughed a little; everyone always thought James was gorgeous, and that included her best friend.

"Yeah," the younger girl said.

"Of course I remember him!" Lucy said, her voice becoming stronger now. "Why?"

"I was just…thinking about him," Brylee admitted.

"Have you been doing that a lot lately?" Lucy put on her motherly act, seeing as though she was a nanny for a living.

"No," the brunette lied.

"Yes," the other woman retorted.

"Fine, yes."

"What kind of thoughts?" Lucy asked now. Brylee looked straight at her friend and shook her head.

"Get your head out of the gutter you dirty girl," she said, lightly smacking her friend's hand. "Not like…sex dreams." The blonde girl rolled her eyes. "They've been memories."

"Memories of what?"

Brylee leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, and let out a sigh.

"The first one was the first time we…you know…"

"Had sex," Lucy said.

The only major different between the best friends was this- the openness of talking about something like sex. Lucy threw the word around like you would say orange, unlike Brylee who felt a little weird saying it so freely. But neither of them threw the action around. They weren't whores.

Made love, Brylee thought.

She was also a strong believer that there was a big difference in having sex and making love. She had James had never once had sex, no matter what anyone tried to say. They were in total love, so it was making love. It was just that simple.

"The second was post prom when James and I were talking out on this balcony at one am," the younger girl continued. She didn't really want to bring these back up, because they stung her deep down. "Then there was when he surprised me for Valentine's Day and we spent the night together."

"And had sex," Lucy added. Brylee rolled her eyes.

"And then the one I just had was when he sang me my favorite song one night when we were alone."

"And probably had sex. You just told me theses weren't sex dreams, but they all are except that second one. Seriously, when was the last time you got laid?"

"You're acting like a guy, not my best friend," Brylee said. The older woman rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, when was it?"

Brylee thought back. She'd been dating Jake for eight years. Before that she dated James, and they had a pretty active sex life. Once Brylee got together with Jake, though, they waited about a year. Also, it didn't happen nearly as often, and it definitely wasn't as good as James was.

James would be gentle and kiss her skin lightly, leaving goosebumps behind. He'd tell her she was beautiful, and that he loved her, and he'd go slow. But Jake- he really just used Brylee. He was the complete opposite. He told her he loved her, but it was in one of those…pedifile ways. And it always left Brylee feeling dirty.

The last time she had sex was with Jake, and she really hated it, and it was… "Two and a half years ago?" she guessed.

"Good lord!" Lucy said, throwing her hands up.

"I know," Brylee said, running her hands over her face. "It's ridiculous."

"Yeah, fucking ridiculous."

"Lucy, watch that sailor mouth," Dr. Watson said as he walked in. Lucy blushed a bright pink, and Brylee raised an eyebrow. She turned her head as this "Dr. Watson" character came in, and she almost gaped at him.

He was the hottest thing Brylee had seen since…well, James. He had brown hair that was slicked back, tan skin, dark eyes, and he was tall.

Dr. Watson noticed Lucy's friend, and he extended his large hand out to her.

"Joseph Watson. I've been taking care of your friend here for a while," he said. Brylee smiled at him, taking his hand.

As much as she wanted to go on a date with this guy, she could tell Lucy liked him, and by the way "Joe" gazed at her just now made Brylee think he liked her too. How odd. But sweet.

"Brylee," the brunette said.

"Ah, yes. Lucy's told me about you."

She gave him a look, wondering what sort of secrets her knew about her.

"What's your New Year's wish?"

James and Brylee were at his house, his parents downstairs hosting a huge party like every year. They had snuck up here a few minutes ago, wanting to get away from the party. And, they were a little bit tipsy. Not so much that the older folk would notice, but the teens probably would. You just knew.

And every year, James made a wish. No, not a resolution. A wish.

"My wish? Hmm," the girl said, crossing her legs beneath her and looking at her boyfriend.

Brylee wanted a lot of things.

She wanted to get into a good college.

She wanted to have a nice year with her boyfriend.

And she wanted him to get recognized for his talent.

She grinned when James looked over at her.

"I want you-" she touched his nose gently, "-to shine."

James smiled, then pressed his lips to hers, pushing her down onto his bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. After a moment, she pulled away, her fingers lazily playing with his hair.

"What's yours?"

"That I'll be yours forever," he whispered, then kissed her again.

Only if Dr. Joe knew that secret…