A/N: Here's more :) R&R

I push my sleeves down and zip Jeff's hoodie up. It's getting dark and the air is getting chilly. I'm currently so mad that my face is burning. Jeff's house isn't very far, so I decided to walk to his house. his mom loves me and never minds when I come over. I can't help the angry tears from falling down my cheeks. I feel like my mother doesn't even give a anymore. Like every little thing that goes wrong is my fault. I can't remember the last time I saw a trace of compassion in her face towards me. It's always Molly. Because Molly didn't up. Because Molly didn't try and kill herself. Because Molly isn't gay. I come in front if Jeff's house and I try to compose myself from my recent hysterics. I walk up his front steps and ring the doorbell. Jeff's mom, Ruby answers the door.

"Shanny! Hi!"

She hugs me and ushers me inside. Told you she was nice.

"I'll get Jeff."

She hurries up the stairs.

I take my usual spot on the couch, the family dog, Liger, purring by my feet. I pat him on the head. Jeff's hands come behind me and circle around my neck. He kisses my cheek.

I turn around and kiss him gently on the lips. As his mouth parts mine, I hear someone clear thier throat.

"Not here." Ruby says, a slight smile on her face.

Jeff takes my hand and brings me to his room. I didn't even take notice to him being shirtless. His skin perfect and completely flawless, his hipbones sticking out attractively over his falling jeans. I bite my lip.

"You okay?"

He asks, pulling a shirt over his head.

I walk over to him and pull his shirt back off."Yup."

He smiles and grabs my hand, his fingers hitting the newly formed gashes on my knuckles. I wince, trying not to make it obvious. He turns my hand over, his jaw dropping at the sight of my bloody knuckles.

"Shannon Brian Moore!"

He gasps, holding my hand carefully.

"Jeffy, Babe, Please. It's nothing, really."

I try and convince him I'm fine, failing the attempt.

"No, it's not nothing. Babe, what happend?"

He asks sweetly, pulling me down next to him on his bed.

I explain the whole story about what happened between my mother and I before I came. I try to not show any emotion, but it's pouring out with every word I say. Jeff gently wipes a tear off my cheek and puts a hand on my leg. I couldn't help but smile softly.

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

He kisses my forehead.

I smile and kiss him, my hand running across the smooth skin of his lower back. Kissing him is like drowning. You don't have a clue what's going on, all you know is you're in deep and there's no way you're coming back