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A/N: Sorry for a few absent days. I've been sick and haven't felt like writing. But, have no fear, an update is here...yes, I'm that freakin' corny, mhm. Well, it's not as long as I wanted it to be, so I split my originial idea into two chapters, even though I haven't written the second half to the idea yet. Also, I'm thinking of writing a horror story soon, I'm gonna put a poll up on my profile, please send a vote my way. As always, thank you so much for the readings and reviews...now go read this drama chapter and stop reading my rambling. ;)

"How come I'm in the car with you, yet again?" I mumble, as Beth drives in front of us. Shannon is next to me, another cheeky smile built wide on his face, attempting to silly, I think. "Beth, I think you're secretly trying to torture me!" I inform her.

"C'mon," Shannon whines. "I'm not that bad. I just like to have a lil' fun, that's all." He moves a little closer to me. For an annoyance his green eyes send chills down my spine, the way they sparkle like emeralds almost. I'm so lost in them; I almost don't notice that he's playing with my hair. I jerk away quickly, pouting like my neighbor's five-year-old when she doesn't get what she wants. "You're no fun." His voice is childish.

"I'm tons of fun," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "You're just annoying."

"Shannon stop being annoying. Charity, stop feeding him ways to be annoying," Beth calls out in a sing-song voice. I agree to this without a word, pull out my iPod and turn it on. Why do they live so far from a store? Plus, I'm stuck with the bimbo back here. Beth figured if Matt and Jeff went with us they'd be recognized and decided to just bring me and Shannon along. Then again, Shannon's loudness could definitely attract a crowd, don't you think?

I slip on a We shot the Moon song and close my eyes, imagining later dunking Shannon into the pool to get back at him. Tug. TugTugTug. UGH. I feel my earphone fall from my ear and into dopie's hand and watch him slip it into his ear. "Who is this?" he asks instantly, glancing at my iPod.

"You need to be more musically diverse," I inform him before hiding the red electronic behind my bag with a devilish smile.

"You're so mean to me," he whines. I glance at the man with the blonde hair, shaking my head at him. After studying it for a moment, I reach behind him and pull out the elastic holding back his hair.

He stares at me, probably very confused of what I just did. "Your hair looks better down," I finally tell him, rolling my eyes and patting his pale arms. "It makes you look…less kiddish."

"You're still mean," he says happily.

"And I still don't care," I say just as happily and pat him on the head. "Now be a good boy and hush." I can't figure out why I'm so confident around Shannon. Its like, being a kid in front of him isn't as nerve-racking as talking to Matt or Jeff. Maybe it's the idea that I'm not a fan of Shannon and he doesn't have nearly as much fans. I'm just not sure. But, for some reason, he doesn't intimidate me…just confuse me.

"Doritos?" I ask Beth, holding out a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. She nods, tossing them into the cart, her thin arms on her temples, trying to remember what we needed. So far in the shopping cart were hamburgers, hot dogs, soda, chicken, a couple steaks, and beer. (Budweiser.)

"I think that's it," she says finally, looking around for Shannon. "Where did that reject go?" she whined.

"Let's just leave him here?" I suggest with a sly smile.

She laughs, shaking her head. "As much as I love the idea, I don't want Matt to kill me."

"How do you want yours done, Charity?" Matt asks me as I'm about to head up the stairs to my room to get my bikini. He has on swimming trucks, the package of earliers burgers in his hands.

"Medium is fine." I smile at him and run up to my room, seeing Lucas on the bed, sleeping. "Your daddy would not be happy with you," I say, chuckling, as I patted the tiny puppy with a smile. "Who's a good boy, who's a good boy?"

"ME!"

"Shannon," I groan. "What did I tell you about coming into my room?" I ask him, hands firmly on my hips. Maturity levels must be near zero in that man. He too is in swimming trucks, red ones with a white skull on each side. Why did I expect sharks or something? Sigh.

"Uhh," says the cheeky blonde. "I dunno."

"You're gonna know," I warn him. "Out so I can change."

He grins wildly. His eyes are still captivating me, making me unable to move as he inches closer to me, touching my body slowly, his index finger trailing along my breast. "What if I don't want to?" Why can't I move? I ask myself, watching him explore my body with his tenderness. There is something holding me back from pushing him off me, something that is giving me the same feeling I'm sure he is feeling.

Before I can stop, I find myself kissing him fiercely, my tongue exploring his mouth, not wanting to stop. We were now roaming each others bodies, Shannon's hands over my breasts, rubbing them, causing me to moan happily. Oh my God, I think, realizing what the hell was going on.

"STOP!" I say suddenly. "No, no. This can't happen."

Shannon pulls back; his expression hurt, and backs away. "Why not?"

"Because it can't," I whisper, shaking my head. "Leave," I mumble.

"Charity…why?" he whispers.

"It can't. Get out, Shannon. GET OUT!" I kiss, pushing him out and locking the door before collapsing to the floor, touching my own lips tenderly as if the moment didn't just happen. He doesn't knock on the door, so I sigh. What was all that about? I can't believe I just did that; I must be out of my mind.

Party. Right. I slip on my bikini quickly and go into the bathroom to tie my hair into a bun, still trying to forget that moment in my mind.

-Shannon's POV-

"Shannon pass me the barbeque sauce," Matt says to me, his hands covered in chicken as I walk down the stairs, completely discouraged. I thought when she kissed me minutes ago that…maybe she shared the fucking feelings I had. "Shannon, what's wrong?"

"Nothin'," I mumble, handing him the Kraft bottle with a sigh. Matt arches his brow, The Rock style, and smirks. "NOTHING." I say that a little louder, just as she bounces into the room as if nothing had just happened. Nor does she look me in the eye…what the hell did I do?

"Hey Matt, need some help?" she chirps while prancing over to him, a broad smile on her face. Look at me, damn it, I think, shaking my head. Girls always gonna bring drama with them. Why bother? But she's so fucking delicious that I just…Shannon, stop, I scold myself.

"Sure," Matt answers. "Do me a favor and bring this plate out to Jeff and my father, please?" She leaves, leaving me and Matt alone. I sit at the table, wishing Shane and Jamie would get their asses here quicker, give me someone to bug. "So what the fuck is going on?" Matt asks suddenly, turning around and eyeing me. "You look like you were turned down or something…"

"Nothing, it's nothing Matt! God, mind your own business for once," I snap and stalk towards the stairs, then realizing I'm not at home, so stalk out the backyard and plop down in a lawn chair. I'm not letting some girl get me down. No, no, it's not fucking worth it.

"Hey man," I hear Jeff say to Shane, who is toting Jamie around by her arm, a timid smile on her face. She's eyeing Charity like a piece of meat, probably not too sure what to make of her. I know she deals with just as many fangirls as Beth does, and is probably wondering if Charity's gonna make a move on her man. I highly doubt that.

Jamie breaks free and walks closer to me. "Hey, reject, why are ya sitting by your lonesome? Everyone is about to go in the pool. Gonna come?" I shrug. Jamie smirks, before pulling me up (yikes, I need to get to the gym…) and dragging me toward the pool. Of course, I'm not giving her too much effort, I'm much to pissed off and lazy to do that.

Shane appears beside us, a lopsided smile on his face. "Is there a reason why my girl has a determined look on her face, Shan?" He chuckles. "What'd you do?"

"What does everyone always assume that I do something," I snap. "Maybe for once, this isn't my fault!" Sure, a little bit of my anger with Charity is coming off on one of my good friends, but damn, I'm fucking sick of being teased. I'm not a fucking retard, thank you very much.

"Whoa, cool it, Shan. I was just playing with ya," Shane says, hands up. Yeah, you better be. "Maybe you should cool off." Before I know it, I'm in the pool, coughing and sputtering for air. I glare when I resurface, to see everyone staring at me, laughing. Of course, Charity isn't, she's just standing there, looking uncomfortable, her gaze averted to her shoes. Then again, when doesn't the girl look nervous?

"Always gotta make fun of me," I mutter, before splashing everyone with a smirk. Payback is a bitch.

"Shannon," Beth groans, holding her hands up to mask the water, even though she too is in a bikini. "God, stop!" Everyone laughs at Beth's expression.

"But, Bethany, I don't want to," I say sweetly, climbing out of the pool, and engulfing her in a wet hug. Then, I notice how fucking sexy Charity looks in her bikini…damn. Bad, Shannon, I scold myself again. Get a grip. Charity is a basket-case.

"SHANNON BRIAN MOORE I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU," she screams, before both of us go head first into the pool, our bodies latched together. If I think correctly, I'm pretty sure Jeff yelled something about not killing his girlfriend…oopsie.

Don't worry, the drama for this day isn't over. In the next chapter, Shanny and Charity are gonna have a little talkie walkie, I think. :D I loves me some drama, so you can expect it, bahaha. Anyway, read and review please! :)