Long time no writing… I guess. Christmas is coming up, eager for stocking treats more than anything. I'm also completely and totally in love…

with the idea of eating pizza right now. Just thought I'd share. Plus this chapter is, like, really short :P

Bright side: this story? This chapter and 2 more! *happy face here* Meaning I can complete my second multi-chapter story! :D What an accomplishment, if I must say so myself.

Review?

**Jelly-Bean-Jr.

Maybe god can be on both sides of the gun
Never understood why
Some of us never get it so good,
So good

Fala's point of view-

Waking up with a startle I sit upright and breathe in heavily, curling my hand into a fist and look around my bedroom, surprised and rather confused when I didn't see Brady anywhere. Trying to calm my breathing I lean over and turn on the light, squinting in the bright room. Opening my mouth to call out his name, pausing I close my mouth and rub my eyes.

I would not ask for Brady, nope, no way. I refuse to. If that boy thinks he can just waltz right in and-

"Oh, look, the queen is up," a snide voice remarks from my doorway. Freezing up I narrow my eyes and hesitantly look over at Collin, his face twisted up with a deep frown.

"What do you want?" I grumble, tugging my blankets over my body completely, only making Collin frown more.

"Don't act like I want to see you half naked," he smirks in a way that I was almost positive he thought would hurt my feelings. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes I just stare at him with pursed lips.

"What do you want?" I repeat, irritated. Collin's smirk falls away and he glances off to the side for a moment, almost as if he wasn't sure what he wanted in the first place. Though that was very much doubtful. Someone like Collin always has something to say, and probably has more than just one reason for bothering me right now. Reasons of which only one is probably justified, all the rest complete and utter bullshit.

Looking back over he walks into my room, his feet moving heavily and he stops at the foot of my bed, just staring at me with slanted eyes.

"I think it's pretty clear you like Brady," he finally says, sounding far more friendly than usual for my liking, especially considering his eyes were anything but friendly. Dirty bastard. What was he playing at?

"Yeah? I think it's pretty clear that you shouldn't even be in here. Get out," his lips curl around his teeth, regrettably making my eyes lower an inch or so away from his gaze. I shouldn't have to put up with this.

"Don't start getting bossy with me. Unlike my unfortunate friend, Brady, I don't have to listen to your consistent whining," my eyes snap back up to his and I glare with as much hatred as I could muster, getting all the more frustrated. How do these people expect me to shut up if all they do is bring up the topic? I think it was more than noticeable that Brady could handle his own imprint problems. Besides, I don't ever recall Brady asking for anybody's help when it came to the two of us. Ever. At least not when I was around.

"What do you want?" I ask again, crossing my arms. Quirking up an eyebrow as if I gave a damn. Collin only shrugs, pacing at the foot of my bed.

"I want you to either finally cut it off with Brady completely, or at least pretend you're a lovesick imprint. Either would be fine," my eye twitches angrily.

"I am cut off from-!"

"You are not!" he snaps back quickly, cutting me off, "don't think we're dumb. We know how Brady thinks, goddamnit, we're in his head! No matter how much you deny it, both you and Brady have a deep connection. And if you truly did cut yourself from him emotionally or whatever it is you couple's do, he'd be a lot worse for wear, let me tell you that much," my mouth snaps shut as I stare back at him, having nothing to say to that. Was I supposed to believe him? Should I believe him?

"Get out. I don't need to hear this from you," I whisper quietly, satisfied when his heavy footfall slowly left the room, a small chuckle emitting from his mouth, but other than that he left without another word. Staring after him I narrow my eyes, flexing my fingers and curling them into tight fists.

Arrogant moron.

Sighing quietly I slide out of bed, glancing around my bedroom, letting my eyes fall on the part of my bed where Brady was last night.

… I wonder where he went?

Shaking my head at that I give my cheek a light slap. No. I can do this. I don't care where he went, if anything, he probably wasn't even there in the first place. Giving my bedroom door one last glance I decided that, once and for all, I would break it off with Brady.

Break his heart, I guess.

Smash it into pieces if I have to.