a/n: Goodness babes. I haven't updated in one million and one years, I aplogize. Busy, yet again. This chapter is more of an understanding one. Trust me, the next one will get a little spicy. Just bare with me here. Anyways, hope ya'll like it. Haha, ya'll. Mmkizzles on with the story?

Chapter Four: Fact vs. Feeling

I held a paper towel nervously against my slashed elbow and watched the view flashing outside.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I live?"

He shook his head while looking straight ahead at the road, "We have to repair that cut first. I don't want to take you home unless your in the same condition you left in." he said calmly.

"So then where are you taking me?" I muttered.

Dougie looked at me and smiled, "To my flat."

"Huh?" I screeched. "Are you nuts? Just take me home, I can fix myself."

"Just chill would ya?"

"I won't chill, you're like kidnapping me."

He laughed, "I'm going to take you home afterwards, and it isn't like I'm going to keep you in my basement." He then looked at me and smirked, "Unless you'd like that."

I gave a sarcastic smile, "funny."

"I know." He said proudly.

"Uh." I groaned.

There was a bit of an awkward silence. So I just starred out of the window, it looked like we were nearing his house because we were entering some neighborhood. The houses on the block looked fairly nice. Fresh cut green grass in the front of the rows of red colored bricks.

"You know what's weird?" Dougie said breaking the silence.

"Besides you?" I snapped back. He chuckled.

"Besides that, we never properly introduced each other."

I looked at him and he starred back, "Well, I know who you are."

"Well I know who you are too." He answered back. "I guess that settled that then."

"Guess so." I agreed.

He pulled up into a drive way that looked the same as every other house. But it was the only house with a tree in the yard; that made it stand from the rest. I followed him as we got out of the car; he carried my books for me while I still held the paper towel against my elbow. I watched as he walked smoothly up the steps and began unlocking the door. Stepping inside I wondered my eyes around. Everything looked clean and well put together. A couple feet from the door was a stair case the led up to the second floor. To the left was the kitchen and to right was the living room. The house was silent; I was guessing that no one was home.

"Alright." He said as he closed the door, "Go upstairs to my room and I'll go get the first aid kit."

I frowned, "Why can't I just stay down here?"

"Because, I don't know what my mum or dad would say if they found you here. Can you just listen to me please?" he pleaded.

I sighed, "Where is it?"

He smiled, "Upstairs, second door to your right."

Listening to his directions I began walking up the carpeted stairs. When I reached the top I followed down the hall on the right and found the right door. The door wasn't closed, but just enough that you couldn't see inside. I softly pushed the door and it swayed open. My eyes examined the room curiously; if you could even call it a room, it looked like a tornado swept threw it. Pants, shirts, and boxers lay everywhere. Posters were hung crookedly on the wall. Most of them were Blink-182, not bad of a band-not bad at all. I walked further into the room and took a seat on the blue sheeted bed; it was unmade of course. On a table against the wall was a tank that had water, logs, and a heat lamp hovering it. Curiously, I went up to check it out. I bent down to the table height and examined the insides. It seemed like there was nothing in there, but then in the corner I saw two lizards bathing in the warmth. I smiled with delight at them, they looked pretty cute. One was green and the other one was green also, just a little lighter, almost getting yellow. I went back to take a seat on the bed and just then Dougie walked in.

"Alright take off the paper towel." He ordered.

Acting how I was told I gently released the paper towel off my cut elbow; making a face in the process.

"Doesn't look too bad." Dougie assured.

I narrowed my eyes, "It looks horrible."

He chuckled, "Don't be such a baby."

I continued to make faces as he dabbed my cut with a cotton ball that was soaked with alcohol. It burnt so bad, but I tried to be a tough solider. He then wiped it clean and added some medicine, then finished it off by covering it with a band-aid. When she was covering my cut he moved his hands with such a calm and gentile manner; like he didn't want to hurt me. But I guess that would be what anyone would do if they were fixing up someone's boo-boo. I smiled at him while he finished, suddenly he looked up from my elbow at me. His eyes caught mine, and I swear my cheeks turned pink. He smirked at me and pulled up his head, "See something you like Maycee?"

I snapped back from starring and shook my head, "Nope." I said sternly.

"Okay." He muttered. "Alright you're all done."

"So I can go home now?" I said sitting up from the bed and taking a look at my bandaged elbow.

"What's your rush?" he said standing up next to me.

"My Aunt will be worrying."

He glanced at his clock on his bed stool, "It's only 5:30?"

Since I hadn't had anything else to say back, I just shrugged and walked towards the tank of lizards.

"What's these guys names?" I asked kindly, while trying to change the subject.

He walked next to me, "That's Rocco and Boggy."

I laughed, "Rocco and Boggy?"

He smiled proudly at me, "Exactly."

"I like them." I said truthfully. After starring at the lizards I turned my head and examined the rest of the room. In the other corner was a bass leaning against the wall. "Oh!" I muttered excited while I walked towards the instrument. "You play?" I pointed.

He walked closer to me and nodded, "Yep."

I stared at the yellow bass that was leaning hard against the wall. This was horrible; as if I needed another reason to be inhumanely attracted to this unexplainable boy. Instead of thinking of something to break the awkward silence I decided it was time to get home.

I turned to look at him, "I think I should get going." I said almost whispering. He nodded once and walked towards his door, leading us both out of the house and into his car.

The whole ride home was quiet, too quiet. But instead of filling the car with the feeling of awkwardness I stared aimlessly out the dark tinted window. Soon enough, we were parked on the curb in front of my tanned house. I didn't hesitant to open the door. When I about pulled my whole body out Dougie said my name. I turned my head and waiting for him to say something.

He gave his too perfect smirk and his eyes were mysterious, "I'll see you in detention tomorrow." He snickered with a low chuckled. I scowled at him and slammed the door harder then needed. I could feel his eyes glaring into my back as I walked up to the door.

"Maycee dear," called my Aunt. "Yes?" I responded as I shut the door calmly behind me. And then walked towards her voice, she was in the kitchen.

"Where were you hun?" she asked nervously. Before I could answer I saw her eyes trail to my banded elbow, "What happened?" she gasped.

I gave a reassuring smile and shook my head, "Its nothing, I just fell."

She shook her head, "where were you?" she stammered again.

"I was with some friends at the library again." I lied through my teeth.

She gave me an unsure glare and nodded, "Okay," she muttered, "But next time tells me where you're going to be. I've been worried."

A frown appeared on my face, "Sorry, really I am."

"It alright babe." She said with a warming smile, my tensed muscles relaxed as her tone changed to a more casual one. "Are you hungry?"

"A little, yeah." I said returning a warm smile. She nodded and patted the table top in front of a free chair, signaling me to sit down. I followed her orders. I stared down, playing with my fingers, thinking. It seemed that he was all that consumed my thoughts most of the time. And responsible of being one of the reasons why I was lying to my concerned aunt. None of this felt right, I was so out of order. But if I wasn't thinking factual, I was thinking selfishly. Facts were proving that he was nothing but wrong for me to be around. That following him would lead me down a path I didn't want to go, but of course, that is nothing but an ideal of the situation, there was a small chance none of that would happen. The other side of my mind, the selfish side, was enjoying every moment I was around him. He was so unpredictable, and left with some many questions. Earlier, when he said that he was taking me to his house to fix up my cut I gave off the impression of being insecure and a little irritated but underneath I was anxious and trying to anticipate what was going to happen.

My thoughts were interrupted by a plate being placed in front of my dazed face. I snapped back and examined the food carefully, it was spaghetti noodles topped with Alfredo sauce. The meal was still hot; steam rose from my plate and surrounded my nostrils. I inhaled the smell and my mouth began to water. I took my fork and twirled a few noodles around my utensil and pulled it off with my mouth.

Shanae was cleaning up the kitchen; rinsing the pots and wiping the counter with a clean cloth. I watched as I brought up my plate and put it gently into the sink.

"Thanks for that." I said casually, but kindly.

A smile appeared on her face while she focused on getting every spot on the counter with her cloth. "Your very welcome hun." She said without looking up at me. I went to push in my chair and was about to head upstairs and get ready for bed; but ignoring the fact that I had loads of homework left. Before I left the kitchen the phone rang.

I stood in the arch way watching Shanae halt from what she was doing and went to reach for the noisy phone hanging against the peach colored wall.

"Hello?" she greeted with a kind, warm tone. Her smile that was already on her face grew after a few seconds; it must be someone she was happy to hear from. She nodded a few times as she spoke. I tried not to focus too much on what she was saying; I didn't want to be an ease dropper. But from what I didn't manage to zone out I found that someone was coming to stay; and she was very excited and satisfied with it. After she hung up she went straight back to finishing up cleaning the mess.

"Who was that?" I asked casually but very interested.

She looked up at me and her smile faded a bit, "It was your mother." She answered in a soft, hard tone.

My face froze what on earth would she want? I asked myself. My mother wasn't anything close to what you could even try to consider a mother. She never cared for me, and that isn't an understatement. My mother and father was a couple who loved each other very much, but their love was something that they only wanted to keep to themselves; they didn't want to share it. When I was born it was like a horrible mistake. They didn't want me, which is why I came to live with my aunt. That move put thousands of miles between them and me. But now it looked as if that wasn't enough.

"She is coming up this weekend to visit." She informed me with still a hard tone, from her voice I could tell the expression on my face was readable. And the expression that read on my face was if I had just seen a ghost, one that was coming to haunt me.

"Should I find a place to stay then?" I said in a monotone.

She placed her slightly wet hand on the side of her hip, "Maycee," she began hard, "your mother would like to come here and make things up to you. She wants to try to change things, and make them better then they are."

I rolled my eyes, "As if that would be possible." I snickered, turning my back and heading to the stairs. Before I began up the stairs Shanae stomped out of the kitchen and yelled at me to stop.

"Have a little respect young lady!" she shouted, "Your mother cares for you-"

"No she doesn't!" I yelled back, tears streaming from my eyes. "And don't call her my mother, because I refuse to believe that."

"Be reasonable Maycee."

"Ha!" I said sarcastically, "Reasonable?" I repeated, "About what? Are you saying that I should welcome her back with open arms and say that it was all just a breeze in the past? I think not." My brown eyes filled with salty blurry water.

"No I'm not saying that." Shanae said calmly in a depressed tone. "I'm just saying…" she was thinking for something else to say, "Just know her intentions now are more open then they were."

I stared at her with tear filled eyes and a face flushed with pain and aggravation. After a few seconds I moved from the stairs and up to my room; crashing violently onto my bed, sobbing.

The next morning I woke in my bed, still with the same clothes on. My eyes felt crusty; a sign from crying. I took a slow shower, and began quickly to get ready for a gloomy day a school. I dressed in an oversized sweat shirt and fitted dark jeans. My wardrobe reflected my mood, gloomy. When I slumped down the stairs I saw Shanae picking up her purse and heading towards the door. She looked at me and gave a small smile, I returned the smile.

"Are you ready dear?" she asked politely and kindly.

"I think I'll walk today. I need the exercise and I need some time before school."

She seemed to understand because she nodded and smiled. "Have a good day Maycee." She said sincerely. I waved goodbye to her and watched the black car pull swiftly out of the drive way and race away. Grabbing my backpack I walked out of the door and started on my way to school. My mind was rambling; there was no way I could stay in the same house as my mother, not again. I wondered on where I would stay, maybe Sasha would be generous enough to give me vacancy in her home. Or maybe I could use some saved up money and get a motel room.

I walked in a mellow pace with my hands pushed into my pocket. The sky was gray and the wind was noisy. As I walked I would often hear a whoosh sound tickle my ear. And my hair would twirl around my expressionless face. Not noticing my surroundings I hadn't seen the dark navy blue car following slowly besides me. I stopped and turned my head, inside sat an interested Dougie. He reached over and opened the door from the driver's side. My stomach twisted nervously as he flashed a warming smile. I walked around the car and ducked into the low car.

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