Uhm... *cough cough*... Oh, fine. I'll try to justify the lack of updates. Went to France, and my cousin wouldn't let me away from the guitar long enough to do anything else. Read the Maximum Ride books that are out (YAY!), currently reading the second Hunger Games (I dragged myself away from it long enough to write this). Awakened came out o_O, so obviously HAD to read it. MASSIVE exams for science and maths, and then an RE exam that decides whether I'm going to do a full or half GCSE (I've been getting A's for the essays and B's for the exams, so I should be okay...) AND I went to London with Georgia. Also been busy writing the book I want to eventually publish. It seems to be taking a while to write... :/

Do you sort of forgive me?

I don't own Night World... Or do I...?

Jez and Morgead: SuperStar

Chapter 13

Jez POV

The afternoon sun was beating down, as it did without every day without fail in California. I let my eyes close and leant my head back against the rough bark of the tree I was sitting against. The wind rustling through the leaves was calming me, as it always did.

"Jez?"

I opened my eyes, and immediately saw Morgead. I felt myself smile. He sat next to me, silently.

We were quiet for a minute. I let the warmth soak through my skin. Not all of it was from the sun.

"How have you been?" I said softly. I turned my head to look at him, wincing slightly as the bark grabbed hold of my hair.

His eyes closed off from me. "Fine," he muttered. It wouldn't have taken my knowledge of him to realise that he was lying.

I didn't blame him.

I frowned at him as he turned his face away from me. Before I thought of something else, which would have probably been a lot better, I hit him hard across his shoulder.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, almost jumping a foot into the air. "What the heck was that for?" he shouted, glaring at me.

That was more like it. At least he was looking at me.

"Nothing," I said in my best, 'what me? Never!' tone. He rolled his eyes, the anger quickly dissipating. "What have you been up to?" I really didn't think that it would be this awkward seeing him again.

He didn't look away from me again, obviously learning from his mistake, but I saw humour in his bright eyes. "Not as much as you. I do some volunteer work at the hospital now. Oh, that reminds me," he took something out from his pocket and handed it to me. My CD. "You need to sign that. They're all big fans."

I smiled. "How old are they?" I asked before taking out the dark purple Sharpie pen I now had to take everywhere.

"From five to twelve," he said softly.

I finished signing the CD and passed it back to him.

When I looked back up into his eyes I suddenly melted. He saw my expression suddenly soften and his eyes widened.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't let him. "I was more of an idiot than I realised. I should never have left. I don't deserve-"

"Jez!" he said. I stopped talking. All that was left now was to fight the tears in my eyes. "Don't worry about it. You did what you thought was best. That's all anyone should ever ask from you."

I looked down. He didn't say anything else, just put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed. I let myself be comforted.

It wouldn't last long. I'd have to leave again, anyway, when I went on tour around Europe.

Morgead POV

The next day was a bit surreal.

After about an hour of talking, we went into town, to all our usual shops (by that, I meant Jez's favourite shops. She seemed to love seeing me miserable) and somehow, without us realising, someone must have taken a picture of us when we were holding hands, which we did most of the time anyway.

I gazed blankly at the newspaper, trying to make sense of what it was saying.

Apparently, Jez had turned a 'Jonas Brother' down (who they were, I had no idea), and from what I could understand, they were surprised that she was 'going out' with an unknown like me.

I laughed under my breath, and let myself toy with the idea of her being my girlfriend. I'd wanted it for a long time, since I first knew her, but never had the courage to risk our friendship. I glanced at the array of photographs of the both of us on the walls.

She always seemed happy with me just as things were, but suddenly I wanted more.

I grabbed my keys. I knew where she was staying. I would ask her now. My day was completely free, and I'd returned the CD to Heidi.

I walked quickly through the door and took the stairs three at a time. The quicker I got there, the less time I would have to wimp out. I was going to do it.