A/N: Hey guys! Stay tuned for another chapter of Attained, I'm a little bit at a loss for plot right now. If anyone's interested, I sure wouldn't mind a few suggestions in reviews. I'm not saying I'll live by them, but you never know, I could get some sort of inspiration. And my dear friend (and reviewer) Laken? Me too, me too!

Nick's POV

So I guess I should brief you all on what's going on, this should be interesting. Laken and Kevin apparently hooked up, well they only got so far. Halfway through, I guess the term purity ring came to mind and Laken was left hanging. Call me crazy, but I'm not sure how many girls like that. She probably feels really lead on, but who can blame her? Joe and Rhiannon, they've been cool. No interferences by sluts like Charlotte, and no raging drama threatening to destroy them. And now, my least favorite topic of the hour.

Myself, or more Leonie. I kind of wished she wasn't talking to me, that might hurt less than acting entirely uninterested in everything I say. Her tone is usually cold and untrustworthy whenever I'm around, I hate the fact that I made her feel like that.

"Leonie, can we please just talk things out?" I begged, ready to get down on my knees if I had to. She turned towards me, but once she looked into my eyes her glare immediately softened into a small stare.

"I guess, what's the harm?" She said, shrugging and gesturing towards the couch. I took a seat, and she plopped down next to me. "So talk," she said, expectingly.

"Look, Leonie I'm so sorry I was so love blind! Charlotte was a horrible person, the way she deceived you like that. I know, I can't blame my problems on her, but she was the main cause of it all," I didn't think that sounded like much of an apology, but maybe it'd work.

"Nick, there's more to it than just the fact that you called me a lying bitch," I think she said that just to refresh it in my mind, thanks Leo, "it's the fact that you could do the other thing to me. Bringing my brother into this? You know that's the one thing that hurts me the most to talk about, or let anybody know. I trusted you when I told you that, you'll never regain my full trust, I just hope you know that," She said, and it killed me to see how much everything I did affected her.

"I'm so sorry Leonie, please please find it in you to forgive me? I've never been more regretful over anything in my entire life! I know that that was one of the worst possible things I could do, and I'm truly and deeply sorry, really I am!" my face was so pinched up in guilt, that I couldn't even bare to stare at her anymore. I think upon her next move, I was the happiest guy on earth. She put her hand on my shoulder, and said one simple phrase,

"I forgive you, Nick," and then she smiled. "You don't have my trust yet, but you have my forgiveness." That was all I needed to hear, and I was suddenly reminded of what made me fall for Leonie in the first place. But I couldn't rush anything.

"Leonie, Leo you here?" I heard that clunk head voice from the bus yesterday ring out, and immediately I was pissed off again. That idiot was back.

"Right here, Josh-- I mean Jason," she said, slapping on a smile that was obviously fake. At least she knew she was better than him, overall.

"Ready to rumble, babe?" He said, winking at her.

"Um, yes, ready to rumble," she laughed awkwardly, and shot me some sort of save-me look, but smirked after so I knew she was kidding.

Leonie's POV

I forgave Nick, I mean how could I not? He was truly sorry for everything he did, and I guess I just couldn't stay mad at him. I was repelled at first by how sincere his actions were, I was almost convinced that there was something behind them, like a plan to rip my heart out again. But after a while, his attempts seemed harmless so I gave in. It felt good to not have this silent wall built up with him, I hated having to mask my emotions of tranquility and act all tough around him.

Everything felt perfect, until Jason decided to impose on our serene little moment. All that was docile now became fury inside, this boy had no right to barge in on my newly rekindled flame of friendship!

But now here I was, riding the bus to some movie I'd already seen, but he didn't let that stop him. Apparently, this 'date' was his call, and just his. He wasn't a huge jerk, he was just a little egocentric, so that was a minor turnoff.

"Having fun?" he asked me, grinning. I felt bad to be so hostile with him, but I did feel as though he'd ruined a moment between me and Nick. Not a romantic moment, just one that I wouldn't have minded continuing.

"The movie hasn't started yet, Jason," I replied with a small smile, hoping he wouldn't take it harshly. And then I saw him start to yawn, oh god he wasn't going to do the yaw-- Okay, maybe he was going to do the yawn technique. I just slumped awkwardly in his embrace, hoping he wouldn't try anything further. The movie didn't interest me the first time I saw it, and the second time definitely wasn't a charm since it was highly uncomfortable. And then he leaned into kiss me, but I held up a hand.

"Jason, I'd like to leave!" I said quickly, shooting up and grabbing my coat. He followed after me, and grabbed my arm as I attempted to run back to the venue.

"Leonie, baby, what's wrong?" He actually sounded sincere, I guess he thought he'd hurt me or something.

"Please, don't call me baby!" I said, on the verge of tears for a reason I didn't know.

"Is it Nick?" I shot my head up, no way on earth that Nicholas Jonas had the power to make me this emotionally unstable.

"What? How could you-- Why do you-- What?" I stuttered, unable to formulate a real sentence and mumbling incoherent question-starters.

"Things seemed a little awkward, but there's not doubting that you like him! Don't bother denying it!" He said, nudging me slightly.

"I will bother denying it, because it's not true! I just got off a week of hating that boy's guts! Even if I did once like him, which I'm not saying I did, all of those feelings would have dissipated with how assy he was to me! Why does everybody insist on saying that I like Nick Jonas? I mean do I even express any type of affection for him? If I do say so myself, I've been doing a pretty good job of conveying a bitchy attitude and I wouldn't like to change any of that. I may have forgiven him but this does not mean the past is forgotten! Does nobody realize that I can be friends with a guy without liking him?" I screamed, shaking. I knew I was rambling, but the words just kept spewing out. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I collapsed onto the floor, my whole entire body sweating. I was scooped up into Bryan's arms, and I subconsciously knew that he'd called Kevin Jonas to come get me in his car.

I was only halfway there, and I knew what happened. I'd had a panic attack, I knew from experience. This had only happened once before... when I realized I'd killed my brother.

Kevin's POV

Could my life be any worse? I mean me and Laken talked, but we didn't kiss or anything. We didn't sit by each other, and I couldn't help but wonder if I made the wrong move by leaving her hanging. I know morally it was correct, but emotionally... not so much. Maybe I could've given the slightest of warnings, but... I mean should I be getting the cold shoulder?

"Laken, I'm sorry," I said, not realizing it. She looked at me and smiled, I guess she wasn't really mad, just more confused. "You know I love you a lot, but I just couldn't break my promise," I said, holding up the hand that wore my ring.

"I understand, Kev, I do..." She shrugged before continuing, "I just would've liked to have had a little warning before bruising my butt, and left ... aroused," she winked at me, and I knew she was trying to add some comedy to the situation. I laughed, and pulled her into a huge bear hug. We finally kissed, and it felt so good for her lips to be on mine. I almost grunted in displeasure when my phone rang, and it wasn't one of my set rings so I knew it wasn't a contact.

Almost reluctantly, I picked it up.

"Uh, Kevin Jonas?" An unsure male voice said.

"Yep, who wants to know?"

"My names Jason, I kind of have like an... almost unconscious Leonie here?" He said, confusedly.

"Where's here?" I blurted out, could our new little six way trio go one day without some kind of accident? We'd never get past two on a 'Days without Accident' chart.

"At the movie theater downtown, please hurry.. I'm not sure if I should like call an ambulance or something," he said, shakily, and I hung up. I turned my attention back to Laken.

"As much as I hate to leave the warmth of my girlfriend, and her newly re-acquired lips, Leonie's in trouble, so I think you guys are all even on the accident ratings!" I said, smirking before dashing out the door followed by Laken.

"Lets roll, Kev-o" she said, in her spy tone while I drove to the cinema like a madman. I saw Jason sitting outside with Leonie, who was now coming around but looked very wary of how weak she felt.
"What happened?" I asked, concerned that this guy might've done something to her.

"She went on this yelling rampage about Nick, your brother, and then she just kind of like... whoosh," he used his hands to demonstrate Leonie collapsing. Argh!

Narration POV

When back to the tranquility of the venue lounge, Leonie had begun comprehend more of what happened. Joe and Rhiannon sat next to each other, their legs intertwined. Joseph would make an occasional joke, and everyone would crack up. Rhiannon would make comments about how his hair needed a trim, because it was beginning to look scraggly at the ends. Kevin and Laken definitely seemed to be on better terms, and even Nick and Leonie were laughing. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly, so the gang moved outside for a small bonfire. A bag of marshmellows was acquired, and the night went how all peaceful days should. Everyone sang cheesy songs, butchering the tones purposefully. If you were watching the end of some flick, this would be exactly how the director planned your story tail ending. It grew late in the evening, and everyone began to grow tired, so the fire was put out, and the gang went home.

No one had noticed a lone smoldering cinder had neglected to die.