A/N: WTF is wrong with you people! 50 effing reviews? You people are spoiling me ;D But seriously, you guys are SO AWESOME! Sooo...here's a little treat for you xD Go to Dailymotion DOTCOM/user/Nykki_Leigh and scroll down until you see my favorites and there should be 3 videos (PLEASE do not watch if you are under...mm...16...xD) and they are three of Ian's almost-nekkid/FULLY nekkid scenes in the HBO show Tell Me You Love Me. WARNING: THEY ARE VERY YUMMY ...er...I mean...explicit...xD So...there you go. xD

Chapter 8

For once, I couldn't sleep. I just lay there. I thought about getting my pajamas, and then I realized something: they were in the bag in the living room. Crapola.

I sighed and rolled over, not even bothering to cover up. I wondered what Ian was doing.

I don't care.

Yes you do.

SHUT UP!

I sighed and rolled onto my stomach. I felt like screaming. I stood up, went into the bathroom and turned on the light. The figure in the mirror that stared back at me looked like it did a few days ago. Heavy eyelids, dark circles under my eyes, pale as ever. One thing I realized is in that short 4 or 5 days that I was happy, the figure in the mirror looked a little different.

Why did he reject me?

Who cares?

I do.

Oh, so now you care.

Shut up.

So…why did he reject you?

Why did he?

Well, it's not really that big of a deal, but –

Then why do you care so much?

I don't.

Yes you do.

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

I took my jeans and shirt off and got a pillow and blanket out of the bathroom closet and lay down beside the bathroom door. I'd let him have the bed tonight.

Not that I care.

I was having a very vivid dream.

I was watching Ian dance with someone in this huge ballroom and we were all dressed up in "Fancy" clothes. Ian stopped dancing with whoever it was and walked over to me. He looked me up and down and said, "Sex." That's it. That's all he said.

"What?"

He sighed. He put his arms around me, but then drew back quickly, and I could still feel his warmth on my skin.

"What?" I asked.

He pointed at me. Somehow, my clothes were changed. I stood out from everyone. I was in rags.

"Jess." He said, shaking his head at me in disappointment.

"I know I don't belong with you, but will you please still love me?" Whoa, where did that come from?

"What?" Ian looked at me.

"Don't hate me, Ian."

"I already do."

I began to cry. He pushed me, but instead of hitting the floor, I was falling into a black hole. I didn't know how far I was falling, but I could guarantee it would end with a splat.

I cried out.

Something shook my shoulders.

"Please don't hate me!" I screamed.

The weight on my shoulders shook harder.

I opened my eyes and saw that Ian was staring at me, bewildered. He was carrying me and put me on the bed.

He kneeled down beside the bed. "Are you okay now, Jess?"

"Yes." I said shakily.

"Hold on." He walked out of the room. When he reappeared, He had a glass of water in his hand. He gave it to me and I took a sip and put it on the nightstand.

"What was your dream about?" He asked a little worried.

I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Jess, you were screaming my name saying 'don't hate me', and then you said 'I know I don't belong with you, but will you please love me?' Tell me about it."

"I don't want to."

"That's too bad." I looked at him curiously and he grinned. "Tell me." He said, and then he kissed my forehead.

I scooted over and pulled the sheet and comforter down so he could crawl in with me. I needed comfort for some reason. He slithered under the covers and it wasn't until then that I realized he was dressed for bed…Er, well, he was wearing boxers. That's it.

Me: Blush

He turned to his side and moved my hair from my face to behind my ear, then started stroking my hair lightly. I closed my eyes at his gentle touch.

"We were…at some…formal ball or something. You were dancing with someone, and I was watching. Then you stopped and came over to me. You hugged me, but then you stopped and looked at me. I was dressed...like a homeless person or something. You just said 'sex'. That's all you said." I opened my eyes to see Ian looking at me, waiting for me to go on. "I said something about not being good enough and I said not to hate me, and you said 'I already do.' Then pushed me into this…black hole thingy."

Ian looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "I think…you've been an outsider for a long time, and now you think that you're not good enough because you stand out. As for the sex thing, I'm not really sure." He was still stroking my hair and face. "I think that maybe the time I got mad at you for having sex with me the first time still eats at you." He moved my hair from my bare shoulder. I realized that he had carried me to the bed in my bra and underwear.

Me: Blush

"You fear people hating you, don't you?" I didn't say anything. "Well, I'm not going to get rid of you." He leaned in close to my face. "No matter how hard you try and get me to." Then he grinned.

I glared.

He pouted and out his finger on my lips. "Don't be mad at me."

I couldn't help but smile at his expression. He pulled his hand away and kissed me once on the lips.

He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "You stay."

He laughed. "Why?"

"Because," I stated simply. "You're my bitch."

He laughed. "What?"

"Yup." I said.

He scoffed. "Well…in that case…" He freaking jumped back on the bed and started tickling me.

"Stop it!" I was so not in the mood to be tickled either.

Ian kissed my forehead. A pause. He just stared at me. "What are you thinking?"

"Oh my gosh!" I tried to roll of the bed, but he put his hands on my sides. I tried to pry his hands off of me.

"Jess? What?" He tensed up on me.

"Stop it!" I yelled, still trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Jessica! You stop it! Now what's wrong?"

"None of your freaking business!" I screeched, and I started to raise my knee up to repeat what happened earlier. He was too fast for me. He grabbed my knee and pinned it onto the bed. "Stop, Ian!"

"No!" He said worriedly. "Jessica, why are you acting this way?"

"Stop prying!" I yelled.

"No!" He said, suddenly angry. "If you want to be my wife we have to sort this out!"

"But I don't want to be your freaking wife!" I screamed at him. "Don't you see that?"

He looked at me, surprised at my words and I roughly pushed his hands off of me and ran into the living room. Soon enough, I heard his footsteps behind me. I threw the nightgown that was on top of the bag haphazardly on my body and ran towards the front door.

Ian ran in front of me and blocked the doorway. "You're not leaving me again, Jess."

"Go to Hell!" I yelled.

I heard a car pull in the driveway. Paul!

I tried to move closer to the door, but he grabbed my arms, still trying to be as gentle as he could, and he started to pull me to him.

"Stop!" I yelled.

"Jess, please-"

I faintly heard footsteps on the porch.

"PAUL!" I yelled frantically.

Ian looked behind him and I pushed him away. He staggered back, but regained his balance. Paul obviously heard my cry and burst through the door. He looked very confused and I ran around him and dashed out the door.

"Paul, stop her!" Ian said.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, but I screamed, "Get off of me!"

He pulled me back in and I ran towards the hallway. Ian grabbed my wrist and pulled me back and I dropped my bag.

"Let go of me! I'm leaving! I hate you, Ian!"

He dragged me to the couch and I gave up and sat down. Paul still looked from me to Ian bewildered and Ian looked at him and sighed.

"What did you do to her, man?" Paul asked him.

"Nothing. She just says she hates me."

I do hate you. I thought at him.

Paul glanced at me briefly and Ian said, "She's trying to make me hate her."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Is it working?"

It was annoying the hell out of me that they were talking as if I was invisible.

He put his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. "It's starting to." He mumbled wearily.

Paul's mouth dropped slightly and he looked at me.

I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the pain I had just felt. "Fine. Then let me go." I jumped up and ran towards the hallway again.

Ian made a run for me and grabbed my wrist. "Stop running from me! Please!" he looked on the verge of tears.

I looked at him and said something I never thought would come out of my mouth. "Fuck you."

He looked stunned and his grip loosened on me. I walked towards the bedroom and slammed the door. I threw myself on the bed and tried to drown out their voices.

"…She's not happy." Ian's voice said.

Duh.

"Maybe she's…" Paul.

Ian: "…should just forget it." Whoa, what?

Paul: "Are you sure they'll let you do that?"

"I'm not sure…happier…"

"… sure she doesn't love you?"

"I don't think so." Ian sounded miserable.

Paul: "Alright. Let me try something." Silence.

A knock on my door made me nearly jump out of my skin.

"What?" I asked my voice small and weak from crying.

"May I come in?" Paul's soothing voice made me feel better.

"Yeah." I whispered without thinking.

The doorknob twisted and I looked back up to the ceiling.

Light from the hallway poured into the dark room. An arm reached by me and turned the bedside lamp on. I looked at his face.

"Hey." Paul said. I sat up and looked at him. I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffed involuntarily. He reached on the bedside table and handed me a tissue.

"Thanks." I mumbled miserably and wiped my eyes roughly.

He sat down on the bed beside me. "So," He said. "You don't want to marry Ian, huh?"

I snorted. "Duh."

He smiled slightly. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"You're 27, right?"

He nodded.

"Would you ever seriously marry someone that was young enough to be your daughter?"

Paul looked deep in thought for a moment. "Probably not." He admitted. "But I would if I loved her."

I scoffed. "Yeah, right. You wouldn't think that was creepy?" I put on a fake smile. "Oh hey paparazzi, this is my 16 year old wife! Some would call me a pedophile, but nowadays it's just called love." I rolled my eyes. "I just feel so…suffocated. It's nothing against Ian he just…wants to be a part of my life and feelings and I hate it."

Paul smiled slightly. "Alright. I have a way you can get out of the marriage…but…" He turned serious, almost regretful. "It's kind of mean…"