This is a fic that will be written by xocrazililkelox and me, skittlesxrayn. It is A/U. In this fic, Emma is adopted and is the younger sister of Towerz. Interesting, eh? Hope you all enjoy it. Read and review!

Ok, so I, Skittles, wrote this chapter. I'm 20, so I may get a little descripitive. I'm sorry.

5th Chapter of the day or some shit. Yay! I swear, this is the last one for the day.

Panic Prone

Chapter Eight

skittlesxrayn

That day, Emma decided it would be best to stay in her room for as long as possible. That didn't work out so well. Her parents decided that Towerz and Emma both had to clean the garage. Jay volunteered himself. When Emma found out, it took everything she had to not scream.

Two hours later, her parents had decided to go out for a movie and dinner. Meaning, Jay and Towerz were slacking off while Emma cleaned. They were tossing a football back and forth, drinking beer.

Jay threw the football and Towerz missed it. The ball went flying and hit a box that was on the top shelf against the back wall. The box fell to the ground, the contents spilling all over the place.

Emma screeched, "I'm going to kill the two of you!"

"It's just a box, Em. Relax." Towerz said, sipping his beer.

Jay smirked, "Yeah, maybe you should have a beer."

Towerz shot him a look, "Don't offer her beer."

Jay shrugged, "Whatever."

"If you two don't get up and help me, I'm telling dad that you stole his beers."

They both scrambled to get up, Jay falling out of the folding chair he was sitting on. Towerz laughed at him and Emma glared. She grabbed the football and flung it at her brother. Hitting him in the chest.

"Ow! Emma what the hell!" He screamed, rubbing his chest.

Jay started laughing, "Nice arm Green Peace."

Emma smiled, innocently, "I didn't do it."

"That may work with dad, but not with me." Towerz lunged at her, tackling her down on to the old beat up couch. She screamed and started swing her arms, trying to hit him.

Jay laughed harder, "I'm gonna get the hose!" He ran out of the house and ran behind the house.

"NO!" Emma yelled between laughs. She started tickling her brother and then she jumped off the couch, running after Jay.

She ran in to the backyard, looking around. She couldn't see him, "Jayson Hogart, I swear to god if you spray me I'll kill you."

He jumped out at her, scaring her. She stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. She laughed, "Ow my butt."

"You alright?" Jay asked trying not to laugh so hard.

"Yeah, can you help me?" She held her arm out.

"Sure." He grabbed her hand to help her up and she pulled him down. He landed on his stomach next to her.

She smirked, "That's for scaring me."

He shook his head, rolling on to his side, "You are annoying."

She propped herself up on her elbows, "Part of my charm." She joked.

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend." He smirked.

She hit his chest, "Shut up! There are things that are more important than having a boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

She sighed and pushed herself up off the ground. She brushed herself off, "Want help?"

"No, I got it." He got up, wiping the dirt off of his clothes.

She brushed some hair out of her face, starting to feel a little awkward. He could sense it and he smirked. He stepped closer to her and she backed up. Backed up so far that her back was against the house. She looked up at him, "Don't Jay."

He put a hand on the dingy siding, above her head. He licked his lips, "Don't what."

"Don't do what you do earlier...The other day was a fluke. It's not happening again."

He brushed the back of his other hand against her cheek, "You know you like me."

She shook her head, "No. I don't. And even if I did, you have a girlfriend and you're my brother's best friend."

"I can tell you're lying. You know you want to kiss me again." He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. She pulled back at first and then pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. He moved his hand slowly down her body, going over her breasts and down her stomach. He put his leg between hers and his hand sliding between her legs. He slowly started to rub her pussy through her jeans.

She moaned, moving her body against his hand. She quickly stopped and pushed his hand away. He obeyed and put his hand on her waist. Her tongue slipped in to his mouth, she moved it over his a little roughly and he followed.

He pushed her up against the house more, the kiss getting more intense. She lifted her leg up and wrapped it around him. He held on to her thigh, as she started moving her hips in to him. He groaned in to the kiss and then pulled away from the kiss, "I want you."

Then, she snapped out of it. She knew what he meant by there. She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away gently, "Jay, I can't." She said softly.

He sighed, frustrated, "Are you messing with me?"

"Me? I'm not the one in a relationship." She pushed passed him, heading back to the garage.