Hey! sorry that it took longer for me to upload than usual, i've been pretty busy. Actually this weekend I went to the beach cuz' one of my friend's birthday, and guess what, there was no internet :S Whatever, the thing is that specially today I'm absolutely happy because my friend has this absolutely cute cousin, and hell, awesome stuff can happen at a beach house haha.

Sorry cuz' I won't be able of answering everyone of the coments separately, but thank you so much for all the loveee! It makes me happy, too! :D

By the way, I think I'll make this shorter than I had expected, but don't worry, it'll be good. And maybe right now the chapters will take longer in being uploaded, but they will be, I promise.

XOXO,

Andy

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He smelled like leather, nicotine and chocolate. It was addictive. As he leaned closer and his breath brushed her face softly, she felt like fading. Her eyes closed by themselves and her fists unclenched, while his hands traveled up and down through her arms, carefully not to touch the bruise that the ointment had managed to calm. The kiss got deeper, and she did something she had never done before. With a gasp her mouth opened instinctively and she slid her tongue in his mouth, receiving immediate response from him. This was so different from anything that had happened to her before. Intimacy was something she ran from, always, but not this time.

Slowly he put her arms arround her head on the pillow with his own, and his mouth began to travel down in a smooth line of kisses, first through her jaw, reaching her earlobe and then the sensible skin of her neck. Before she knew it, she had her arms arround his neck and was holding his soft hair tightly. Her leg went to his waist on its own. She gasped hard and arched to him when she felt his warm hand touch lightly the skin of her leg, from the knee to the border of the shirt and down again. It fade the goose bumps that had formed in there.

With the other hand he pulled the collar of the shirt down a bit, while his mouth followed the path. Reaching her shoulder he bit it lightly, possessively, and ran his tongue back up again. Like a spell her hands touched his strong, wide back and went down. The small hands ducked under the black t-shirt, and she felt him hold his breath with the action. She smiled, feeling herself capable of making him do that. He relaxed and she started to lift his shirt, ever so slightly...

"Johnathan!!" a voice suddenly screamed from the outside. "Open the door!"

"Ya' know Ally, I have the keys." John recognized Vlad's voice, and the little tingling from the keys.

Then, with a tiny "Oh shit" and so quickly that Claire didn't even notice, he was off of her and heading toward the door. When she stepped out of the room following him, he was already sprayed across the couch, again pretending to watch TV. She stood there, frozen.

The door eventually flung open revealing the four kids.

There was a purple haired girl, tiny in every way except for the huge, olive eyes. She was wearing a fucsia, long sleeved sweater, leather mini skirt and black, plataform shoes. Her eyes were full with the 'black shit' Claire disliked.

There was also a tall guy with a green mohawk and bright, blue eyes. He was pierced everywhere, had a black t-shirt with a skelleton on it and a spiky, frightening necklace.

Dracula Boy, like her friends called him, was there too. That's John's Vlad? She thought. The most scaring of them all was him, a red haired boy that looked at her like if he was trying to set her on fire with a stare. He had dark, green eyes, was also pierced, and was tinnier than the other guy. But still he had this aura that made him look like some sort of demon midget.

Then, in the middle of them all, was the one person she had never expected to see there. It wasn't that she didn't know that she hanged with John's friends now, but the environment and the circumstances made a big difference. She looked at her in absolute shock, mirroring for sure Claire's expression.

"So... so! You'll stay all day there like a fat cow or you'll come say 'hello' to your friends?" The green mohawk boy asked, looking at Bender.

Immediately John stood up and with a huge smile went straight to his friends. In the meanwhile, Claire reacted, walked and sat on a chair next to the sofa. She looked at the whole scene in absolute silence.

Claire actually admired the way they interacted. She had never noticed before, but these kids were so caring with one another. The coldness always displayed on her own interactions with her 'friends' was nowhere to be seen. Instead it was replaced with affectionate hugs and jokes, and it lacked of fake kisses and up and down stares. If it wasn't for the creepy appearance they had at school, the scene would have been even cute.

After a while of course, the dreaded moment arrived, and Allison, who hadn't take her eyes off of Claire, turned toward her. The green mohawk boy was the first in interrupt the awkward silence.

"Well Johnny, won't you introduce us to your little friend here?" he asked, signaling toward Claire.

"Hey Duncan, watch it" John answered in mock menace.

"What's she still doing here?" Vlad asked, talking about her as though she wasn't in the room.

"Cool it man, she was leaving" That hurt her badly. "But she needs some clothes, as you see" he added, looking at Allison and Charlie this time.

Allison simply nodded, but the red haired girl had her complete attention. What the hell was Claire doing there? How could she dare? With these thoughts in mind she started to walk toward her, as though attracted like a magnet, and Claire instinctively stood up from the chair she was in.

Facing the black haired girl, a shy "Hi" came from her mouth.

"Hello" Allison said, and, even happy for having her response, Claire couldn't help, but grinned.

In the bright smile Ally saw something she hadn't in a long while, something that made her feel warmer about Claire being there. So, then, she lifted her hand and lightly brushed the bruise in the girl's cheek, not wanting to ask.

"It's nothing" she answered the unspoken question.

"So..." Ally said, looking her up and down "your style had changed a bit".

"Yeah well, you have to be prepared for everything."

Things got lighter, and they could almost listen the rest of the kids that were still there restarting their breathing.

"I'll be right back" Allison said, heading out of the house. "You'll come with me Charlie" she said, dragging the purple haired girl along.

When she left, the obvious flew through Claire, mainly because of the looks 'Duncan' was throwing at her. She was in a house, now with three boys in it, and wearing what she was wearing. She felt self conscious, awfully self conscious, and headed toward the kitchen.

Claire looked around the small kitchen, and a few pictures that were there caught her attention. There were lots of photos of John's clique, one with the whole bunch, the five friends she had seen previously, some other people she recognized from school and some other she didn't. Their hair and clothing belonged to someone pretty frightening, but their expressions told different stories. Lots of these types of pictures were there, and Claire picked up a special one. In this one you could see John, actually happy, with Allison hung on his back like a monkey, also smiling. She couldn't help, but felt a deep ache of envy. Allison was so strong. She didn't need to be accepted by anyone, she didn't have to stand any sort of appearience in front of anybody. She could be her self. She could hug the guy Claire wanted to hug so freely, and kiss his cheek like she was on that picture, like Claire wished she could do.

Though, she thought then, probably John and Allison had something. It was impossible to have this type of closeness with a guy without wanting anything. It was impossible in her world any way.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a husky voice talked behind her.

"There are different ways to do things" John simply said, as though reading her mind.

"You scared me" she said, evoiding his eyes.

"What can I say? I enjoy the surprise element". He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Sorry for embarrassing you in front of your friends".

"I think Duncan was pretty pleased with the show".

She felt her self blush and turned arround to place the picture on the shelf again. Then, wanting to leave the subject, she spoke.

"So... you're friends with Dra... uhm, the red haired boy from school?" she asked.

"Vlad? Yeah, he's my best friend". He simply answered, as if it were obvious. It was so weird to Claire to listen that type of word from John's mouth, such as 'best friend'... Now she could see why he stood up for them when she gave him her opinion about them a year ago.

"He's creepy...". It was really a thought that scaped her mouth, because she hadn't intend on saying that. He blurted into laughter, and Duncan chimed in.

"What's so funny Johnny boy?" the guy asked.

Oh no, he couldn't tell him, he couldn't! "Cherry here thinks Vlad is 'creepy'!" Uhm, he could.

Duncan blurted into laughter along with John, looking at her up and down. Claire couldn't help but hide a bit behind John, begging God none of them noticed it. Disgracefuly, Duncan did.

"What, you're scared of me, too?" he asked, mockingly. She felt really sad when John started to laugh again, as if she were some kind of joke. Then, for the topping, Vlad came in and asked the same 'what's so funny' stupidity. Duncan of course answered.

"The-kid-is a-fraid-of-us" he said with lots of difficulty for the laughter.

"She better be" Vlad answered, again like if she weren't there at all.

Claire was tired, disappointed, and the only thing she wanted to do was to run home and hide on his brother's old football shirt, hide from his parents and sit on her faithful balcony, hide from the pain all the mock was causing her. She swiftly walked out of the door and up to the stairs, really not knowing what was she going to find, but hopping it were better than the last environment.

John of course followed.

Upstairs was a clean attic with a bunch of music instruments in it and lots of boxes. She sat in the drum's chair, looking outside the window to the obviously cold weather outside, wondering how could she manage to travel through those streets wearing the dress she had previously on.

"Ya' know Cherry, it is very indecorous to leave someone talking alone like that" he sarcastically said when he chimed in, faking a British accent.

"Very funny Bender" she answered angrily. "I'm an awesome joke, right? I bet that you won't be capable of telling them what we were about to do before they arrived".

"And what was that, darling?" he said, actually for the simple pleasure of seeing her blush, as she did.

"Oh please, could you reach deep within and find your inner kindness? If you have any?"

"Oh, how refined. Ain't easier to say 'don't be such a fuck?'"

"Whatever John, you know what I'm talking about... I really don't know how could you do that when you obviously have a thing for Allison...". Uh, okay, she hadn't meant to say it like that, but she couldn't restrain herself.

"Allison?! Are you out of your fucking mind? Allison is my best friend! How could you think... oh, right, I get it..." he seriously said. Then, an evil grin formed in his mouth "...you're... jealous of her!!"

"Why would I be?" she asked, pretending the best she could to be confused.

He was then behind her, turning the wheelchair arround to face her.

"I don't know princess, why would you?" he said with a confident smile on his face, that smile she loved so very much.

"Could you please stop calling me that? I'm no princess..." her voice was jaded, and she was incapable of facing him.

You are to me... he thought, but didn't spoke the words though. "Right, princess" he said instead, causing her to stand up and rush downstairs. Louds Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!! sounded in John's mind while he saw her leaving.

When he got down, Allison had arrived and Claire was taking the clothes they had brought. Then, without looking at him, she headed toward the bathroom and closed the door.

"What happened to the girl's face?" Charlie asked to Bender, watching him shrug in response. "Well, you do know that's hand made don't you?"

"Yeah, I'm aware of it".

"Well, watch your steps dear, cuz' the artisan may not be very pleased with you hovering arround her. You know how that kind of stuff may get".

"I don't have to watch no steps because I'm not 'hovering' over no one's territory".

"Uhm-hum" they all answered at the same time. Stupid friends. Why did they had to know him so well?

In the meanwhile, Claire was in the bathroom staring to the little fading bite on her shoulder. It made her shuder. Now, looking at the past events, she was scared, but just now. Because when John had been on top of her and kissing her like he did, she simply felt in the savest place of the entire universe. But well, it was pretty obvious that she meant nothing to him.

Yeah, the Duncan character came from Total Drama Island, I just had to put him here. Well ppl. you know what to do. Big reviews make good chapters. Its up to you.