Ch16

Alanna opened the door to her house, and let Jay walk in.

The place was a wreck, and Alanna knew it as she closed the door behind her.

"So yeah, we're here," Alanna said walking into the kitchen, and opening the white cabinet, and pulling out two of the beers her dad always had around. She walked back to the living room to find Jay gone. She sighed.

"Jay?" Alanna said aloud, and slumped her shoulders when he didn't appear, "Jay?" she said a little more annoyed.

"I'm here, I just went to the bathroom, sorry," he said walking up back up to her. Jay smiled at her as she handed him the beer, he took a sip and looked around, "So, man, what now?" Jay said a little too seductively than he wanted it to sound and Alanna raised her eyebrows.

"That beer getting to you a little too early than it should huh?" she said, and began walking upstairs. Jay watched her, and smiled to himself looking down to the floor.

"Maybe," he replied and slowly began to walk up the stairs. She stopped and leaned against her door.

"I have to talk to you," she said ushered him inside the room, closing the door behind her still thinking that her dad would come in and catch them with the door closed. He always worried about that kinda stuff.

Shoving that aside, and hopped on her bed where Jay was already comfortably lying. She laid on her back next to him, and they both looked at the ceiling. That is until Jay sat himself up on his side with one elbow holding him up. He looked down to Alanna with his piercing green eyes, and as Alanna got trapped deep into them she realized it.

I really am in love with him.

As she blinked and continued to let her eyes linger into his, he smiled, the sweetest smile that Alanna has ever seen Jay Adams smile since he was a little boy. She loved it, and was enchanted in his green orbs, so enchanted that she didn't notice that Jay was lowering his head to her face. She didn't really notice until his lips brushed over hers, that nothing was settled between them. As he hovered over her without being on top of her his arms were on both sides of her body as he pulled her closer to where he was laying. She put a steady hand on the black t-shirt that covered his chest. He opened his eye lids again to have the green circles beaming her way again, and she froze.

"Listen, if this is how things are going to be we need to get a few things straight, and we have to talk," she said as she was still trapped under him. Still leaning over he looked into her eyes like she had just said she was pregnant. of course not Realizing his look he immediately changed face, but felt uncomfortable and changed faces again. Alanna looked at him weird.

"Are you alright?" she asked perching herself up on her elbows, and looking at him. Trying to act cool, and sophisticated he laid his head back on the pillow and laid flat on his back.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What do we need to talk about?" he asked as he watched Alanna sit up all the way, and spin herself, sitting Indian style facing him.

"In the past few weeks, you and I both know thing have been weird between the both of us, I've kissed you, you've kissed me. I just wanna know what's going Jay," she said twidling her fingers, and looking at him. He couldn't look at her.

"What is going on Alanna? With you and Stacy, you and Tony? I'm just as confused as you are Lanna, I am," Jay snapped back at her, his eyes furious.

"Why are you getting so mad?" she asked in a frightened tone, and looked at him.

"Because Alanna, I just wanna know what going on with you. Every time I get the least bit close to you, you back away. Or I have to back away for you because you're too drunk to remember, and I'm not the type of guy to take advantage," he yelled at her, and sat up, and looked into her eyes, to the point where Alanna felt like he knew how she felt already.

"Well I'm scared Jay! Aren't you? I know how you feel about me, and I've only done those things to prove to you that I feel the same way! You've just been to blind to notice that haven't you!" she yelled back standing up and off the bed, "I've been doing this, and it's taken up my time, I should be at the jail at least visiting my father even if he is an asshole but no, this is what I get for following my heart, and you know what? It's only been screwing me over the whole time!" she yelled again running a hand through her hair. She leaned her back against the wall, sighed and closed her eyes. Feeling the tears swell up in her eyes. She heard a rustle of the bed, and before she could open her eyes, there was a slam of a door downstairs.

"No fucking way man," she said, and ran out her bedroom door, and out of the house to see Jay skating off down the street, "Is this what you're gonna do every fucking time I get the courage to pour my heart out to you? Huh! Answer me you stupid fucker!" Alanna yelled and yelled but knew that as he turned the corner down the road, he wasn't gonna turn around.

That's it. I can't take it anymore.

Alanna ran back inside, and up to her room. She put on her shoes, grabbed her board, and shoved some of her stuff into a backpack including money from her secret spot, the money she'd been saving since she was 5, a letter, and ran out the door, and to the outside world. . .

Jay lay awake in his bed at 12:45 at night. Regret running neck at neck with the blood in rushing through his veins. He couldn't take it anymore. He sat up, and put on his t-shirt. He grabbed his board and skated down the street.

He stopped in front of the house, and looked at it like every time he came to it. Hoping she would catch him looking through the window. He walked up to the door, and knocked on it. No answer. He went inside.

"Alanna?" he yelled. Again. No answer. He was worried now. Where could she be.

Oh shit...

...Alanna walked alone through the lush Beverly Hills neighborhood, and it was the middle of the night. She looked for number 16 of Meadowater boulevard, and soon found a cream colored brick house, with a nice white door, and white window shudders. She tried to smile but found that the muscles she needed were paralyzed.

She walked up to the house with the nice Mercedes, and Camaro parked out front, she skipped along the steps to the house, and stopped at the door. She knocked until she heard rustling, and saw a few lights come on.

A woman in her early forties opened the door. Her wavy brown hair loose around her face, and her mocha brown eyes staring at the young girl before her.

"How's it going mom?" Alanna asked looking up at the woman in front of her.

A/N : Don't murder me! I know that everyone is anticipating the make-up of Alanna and Jay, but it can't happen just yet, because there's still a little left to happen. You know the fame, and stuffers. So I know I'm killing you guys with this but keep reading because the story is and will be good. You just have to read along. The plot thickens more, now that Alanna has revealed herself to her mother. And to answer any questions, yes, Alanna did know about where her mother lives, and stuff because I didn't mention much about the part about a letter Alanna's mom sent to her saying to go to a certain place if she ever needed anything. Whoops. Please keep reading, and reviewing. Trust me any writer knows it helps, and trust me. This story will get betterrrrr

Nat