Sorreh for mah lack of updates everyone! Also, I'm sorta sick & have a limited access since there are these construction workers working here & I'm not allowed downstairs where mah Dad's office is at. Even worse, when I awake from a morning from a probably wet, drenching, soaking dream of ChipMUNK, I'm wearing nothing but mah lingerie. The curtains are open half the time. I think they know a little more than they're supposed to…XP!

6 – Do You Care?

Jeff doesn't know why he trusts people that always end up hurting him.

He and Match had fallen asleep at night, near their destination, Match had promised and Jeff finds himself running away towards a nearby lake, knowing exactly where Match is and he takes off all of his clothes before slipping into the cold water, drifting off to thoughts of nothingness…

"Matt…" he whispers, trying to think that he's now feeling Matt's soft touch, his warm hands around him. "Matt…"

And with that, tears threaten to fall from Jeff's eyes but he keeps them back as he lets the water drift him away to a reality that isn't his, the cold water on his skin… and he thinks he might've fallen asleep in the water's embrace, cold…his thoughts are fading off and he doesn't want to think anymore.

Adam Copeland sits down onto his bedroom, hearing his father and mother talking yesterday before licking his lips softly and looking down at the books in front of him. He's been excused from going to school for that day for some reason unknown, his parents wouldn't let him leave the house and he watches as his father brings a plate of his favorite dessert, a slice of strawberry ice cream cake. They usually refuse to bring him this unless it's his birthday because it's pretty expensive and it takes them at least an hour's drive to reach the bakery that makes it.

Adam cocks his head to one side, 'Dad?"

Mr Copeland sits down and stares into Adam's face, graveness burning, serious faced, even the smallest of smiles couldn't be made at that second as the man sighs, 'Adam, I need to tell you something."

"What?" Adam's now scared. He's afraid that they don't accept Chris anymore…his beautiful, darling Chris that's been taking over his mind for last night, and at the thought of the blonde, Adam's heart melts and so does his worries. He can battle through anything with Chris and he knows it.

"Chris…"

"Is he alright?"

"I don't know."

That's what makes Adam's eyes widen at the thought of his Chris, his baby, hurt, it tears his heart into pieces and lets the guilt overtake it, knowing that he shouldn't have left the blonde last night when he'd desperately needed to be held. "Dad…" Adam starts, unable to continue the sentence.

"Chris and Matt are missing."

"What?!" Adam stands up, his eyes horrified, thinking of Chris, Amelia, Matt…where in hell's name were they? He bites down his lower lip as his stomach churns horribly and the piece of dessert in front of him looks like nothing anymore, thoughts swirling in his head, so fast, and disturbing images form into Adam's head, of his Chris being hurt and battered. Blood. Chris's blood. And Amelia…the beautiful black haired girl…and Matt…the one that's already been tortured on the inside for the period of two years. Mr Copeland leaves his son, shutting the door behind him as the images continue to pour, blood, sweat, tears…

"Chris…"

Chris looks at his phone. Battery dead.

He wants to break it into pieces as he places his head onto Matt's shoulder, warm, but not as warm as Adam's—or is Chris still hallucinating? The sleeping Hardy beside him hasn't said a word since he'd gotten into the airplane and Chris finds himself thinking, thoughts of blackness making its way into vision. He's always a phobia of airplanes, and of course, no one's known that except Adam, not even his own parents and now, when he needs him the most, he's not around.

Chris bites down his quivering lower lip, before snuggling into Matt's neck, the sleeping Hardy not even moving for that moment. Chris closes his eyes and lets thoughts and memories wash over his head, bits and pieces of their perfect relationship that might shatter any minute…

Adam's hands slip around Chris's waist as Chris slowly moves towards the steady beat of the classic music they have on. "So, 'Adam starts, a smirk on his face, 'no one can say that I'm not romantic right now, can they?"

Chris twirls away from him, Adam grabbing onto Chris's hand as both look at the pool in front of them, Chris wearing nothing but a sparkly pair of trunks and Adam wearing his normal black pants, Adam smirks and pulls an article of clothing out of the straw bag that belonged to Adam's mother but she makes Adam carry it around most of the time because he refuses to buy himself a bag. The pinkness makes too many people talk behind Adam's back but he blows them off quite nicely.

Chris's face turns pink, 'where'd you get that?"

In Adam's hand is Amelia's swimsuit, a one piece red swimsuit, and Chris watches as Adam throws the article of clothing towards him and Chris rolls his eyes before giggling and slipping behind a few buildings to change into Amelia's tight clothing then returning and noticing how his cock is rubbing against the fabric.

"I hate you." Chris says.

"At least I know that my man isn't tiny down there."

"Shut up."

Adam laughs as he brings Chris towards him, kissing onto his neck, and smelling the scent that all of the Jericho's seemed to carry, it doesn't smell like anything but it's unique beyond words, each one of them have a hint of something in it, in Chris, it's always been that soft hint of vanilla and lavender embossed within the scent and it drives Adam insane most of the time and now, since he's wearing Amelia's clothes, the vanilla is stronger than ever and there's also a hint of strawberry.

Chris moves towards the pool, looking at it, and then back at Adam, 'check to see if it's cold, Addy."

Adam grimaces at the nickname as he nods his head, about to put his hand into the water, kneeling down but grabbing onto Chris's hand and throwing him inside of the water, 'I checked."

"A…Ad-d-d-dam…I'm f-f-freezing, y-you b-b-bastard." Chris stutters, hugging himself to give himself even the slightest hint of warmth but all is just too cold for words as Adam continues to laugh. Chris slowly slips out of the water, his eyes staring directly at Adam's as Chris stands onto his tip toes to kiss his slightly tall boyfriend, Adam's arms around Chris's hips as Chris's lips trail alongside of his lips and in a second, Chris breaks the kiss and pulls Adam to the water, throwing the blonde into the cold liquid.

"D-d-d-damn…" Adam says, now stuttering as he moves towards the edge, watching as Chris laughs, unable to think as Adam grabs onto Chris's hands and throws him alongside of the water with him, Chris continues his laughter as Adam feels Chris's arms go around his neck.

"I hate you, you idiot," the fifteen year old mumbles.

"At least I don't have a phobia of airplanes."

Chris rolls his eyes. "Excuse me; I'm not the one that eats chips with chocolate and sour cream."

Adam smirks. "That's the best you can think of? I'm not the one that wears a black thong in a white costume. I sure hope you don't walk down the aisle wearing black."

"Shut up."

"I hate you."

Chris rolls his eyes, 'I hate you, too, Adam."

Adam walks towards his bag once more, pulling out a bottle of alcohol and passing it to the under aged blonde, watching as he drinks the champagne. Adam pulls out another bottle of the same bubbly liquid and drinks a bit of it, before looking at Chris, 'to hatred."

"To hatred!"

Chris laughs and snuggles into Matt, pretending as if it's Adam as his eyelids slowly drop as he imagines the scent of him, the touch of him, the kiss of him… it's rare to find Chris without Adam and they aren't the type to fight at all. They're too besotted and smitten with each other to do so and now, away from him once again, Chris feels his heart burn into an ignited fire of pain.

Jeff hears a voice that makes his head snap upwards as he stares around the world around him, there's no one around…

He walks towards Match and grimaces in disgust as he looks through Match's backpack, looking through the book that Match has about Tulpas, and he glances back and forth at Match, knowing that it's stupid but he doesn't stand being hypnotized, his first ever blow job has to be Match O'Shea of all people…and he knows that he hates that more than ever. Jeff twirls around, his chest thudding as he runs when he hears Match's grunts and he's presuming that he's awakening from his slumber.

Jeff runs. He runs until he doesn't know where he is and he's all alone for sure. Sitting down and laying his head against his shoulder, trying to regain his breath as he hears that sound again, the same voice and with that, his hands are protectively hugging the book he has. "Leave me alone!"

"Shh…don't be afraid, little child…"

"Leave me alone! P-please!" Jeff exclaims, watching as Afton steps out of the shadowed bushes, Page and Arrow slowly following them as a smirk tugs at Afton's face and Jeff's eyes widen at the sight of Page's claws, the vicious claws that could rip him apart any second.

Afton suddenly pounces on top of Jeff, throwing him down onto the ground and holding him down.

"Let go of me!"

"You're one of the Devil's toys, aren't you?"

"No! Amelia is! I was in her body! And now…he's torturing me… I just want to get home! Please, just take me home! I want my body! I don't want her to die because of me!" a thousand thoughts spilling into those few sentences. "Matt…I WANT MATT!"

"Amelia…that French girl, isn't she?"

Jeff stands up, 'yes…and I'm still in her body but I'm at mine, too. That's what Ian tried to explain to me."

"Ian…what a coward…"

Page steps forward, his blue eyes glistening, the tan of his skin softly shining in the sunshine, the jet blackness of his hair astounds Jeff, as Page walks towards Jeff, 'do you even know, Ian? Let's tell us his darling story…did you know that he was admitted into being the Devil at 12? He started training at that time."

Jeff just stares at Page as he circles and talks.

"He had dreams of us, nightmares…did you know that? Ian's bisexual, and his brothers, Chance, Fabian, Blaine, Dustin, Marcel… they're all way too old for him. His father, Adrian, hated his guts because he didn't look like them. His brothers thought that he tainted their name because he liked boys, too. Adrian knows that Callie used to be a demon, so they had a few demonic babies or humans that had supernatural abilities but Ian…Ian was so different. Ian didn't look like any of them; he's human and doesn't have any powers. Adrian hates him because he knows that this child isn't his yet Callie won't tell Adrian that the child isn't really Adrian's. Ian's true father is the Cloven Thorne—who's a principal at Ian's school and at 12, after being sent into the office, Cloven is forced to stab Ian, mark him. With a 666, and that's, as everyone knows, is the Devil's symbol."

Jeff takes a deep breath, '…but that sounds like he's being forced into it. How'd he get so malice if he was just a normal child?"

"Ian was fragile, breakable, and Cloven knew that yet he refused to acknowledge Ian's fragileness and he'd pushed beyond Ian's limits. He started teaching him in the School of the Insane but the only thing that kept him human was Melanie. Melanie Schenker… did you know that Ian had killed his family?"

"Y-yeah." Jeff responds, 'and Melanie…?"

"He killed everyone but Melanie. Melanie was the only one he'd kept alive and she was working against him. She was a demon and whenever Cloven would tell Ian to kill Melanie, Ian would refuse and was punished because of it but still, Melanie was demonic, she was bound to go against him…she was in our group and she loved me. She loved me, Page Husky, the stupid fucking demon…and I loved her. I loved her so much…she was my pride, my life, my joy, my sunshine…t-t-then…" Page closes his eyes and looks down. "Then…she-she died…a bunch of other demons were following her and had ripped her into pieces…s-s-she didn't even make it to 12!"

Jeff stares at him, shocked, his eyes trailing up and down Page's body. Page, who looks at least 16, but looks can be deceiving, can't they? And Page turns around so that he's not looking at anyone, 'I could've saved her! I swear! I bet it's one of those Devil's toys that came after her! I knew that no one should trust that piece of shit! I FUCKING HATE IAN SHECKLER!"

"Page—"

Page then pounces on top of Jeff, throwing him onto the floor, and Page stares at Jeff, his eyes black with darkness and desolation, 'you! You at least get to have that precious Matt of yours back! You're all going to live your Happily Ever After! But—Melanie and I…gone…all gone!"

"Page…" Jeff tries to get him off, but finds it almost impossible as Page's claws rip at Jeff's shirt, making Jeff's eyes widen. "Get off me, you freak!"

Page's short and sharp breaths are onto Jeff's face as Afton grabs onto Page's hand and Arrow grabs onto the other, throwing Page off as Afton leans down towards Jeff, 'excuse him… but I know you don't want Ian to win this battle. Are you with us, or without us?"

"Are you insane?! I wanna get away from you as farthest as possible!" Jeff stands up, his hands onto the book in his hands, his eyes glistening with fear; 'your 'friend' just attacked me for fuck's sake! I can't take another scare like that. Besides, I don't care about overthrowing Ian. I just wanna go home! I wanna go home in my body, and I want everyone to be perfect!"

"You're insane, child!"

Jeff turns around and moves towards the forest but before he can walk inside, Arrow's hand grabs onto him, pressing Jeff against his body, his breath on Jeff's ear, as the words flow out of his mouth. "Did I ever tell you Jeffery that this forest has more than you can ever imagine?"

Jeff suddenly feels a pang of fear yet he's still determined to finish this.

"And Ian doesn't give up. We don't give up. Match won't give up…you're trapped."

Arrow lets go of Jeff and Jeff lets the words sink in as he walks off, running into the darkness of the forest and tripping over a snake, seeing a shadowy figure pick up the book, Jeff, horrified that his journey may be over, stands up and takes the book, looking deep into the dark eyes.

"I…I…I need this…please." Jeff's suddenly scared yet the man lets go of the book.

"You're the one that's in my Amelia's body."

"And you are…?"

"A friend."

'Not another one of them!' Jeff bites down his lower lip. "I'm tired of trusting people! I just want to be alone! I don't want anyone to friend me or anything! I just want to go home to Matt—"

The man cuts him off, 'and I want you to go home, too. Amelia is most sad here. I can sense her, you know. She wants Jace back. She wants to be back, too… and she's in great pain because of you, yet she respects that you love Matthew. The mountain isn't too far away. I can lead you there for no price at all and if you are the least bit fed up with me, you can break away, understand?"

Jeff nods his head, his eyes still wide, 'how do you know—?"

"About Amelia? About Matthew? Because I love Amelia and you're now linked to her so I must know anything about you. I'm the reason you still exist. I gave Amelia the rose, and I watched her walk away from my graveyard with that beautiful grace she always had…her heels clicking, the scent's still in the air, I swear…"

"But why did you save me? You're the one who gave Amelia the rose that made her into me?"

The man slowly nods his head, 'yes, yes, I am." The dark eyes stare up and down Jeff's body, 'last year, my beautiful Amelia had came inside, complaining of a boy named Matt, his obsession with you, his mere infatuation makes me feel sympathetic for him so I had given Amelia the rose and I knew that this would happen. Ian's just linked to my darling black rose…and I want to set things right. Let me have the book."

Jeff finally gives up and gives Mark the book, 'o-okay. Just please, don't use me…I'm sick and tired of this all…I just wanna be in Matt's arms again…"

"And so you will, little pet."

"W-what's your name?" Jeff finally has the courage to ask, his eyes locking with the man's darker eyes as a smirk makes its way past the man's face.

"Mark. Mark Callaway."

That's another chapter wrapped up.

It was supposed to be bigger because I have a lot planned for this story but I'm too tired to type anymore… but I'll try to make the next chapter worth your while. X3.

Review??

X Sam.