So, I published this story a few weeks ago, replied to most of your reviews, and during that short time, we have EIGHTEEN favorites and TWENTY-FOUR follows. Have you guys seen that ATNT commercial where the guy goes, "My selfie got a hundred likes! Ha! A hundred!" that's how I feel right now.

You don't know how much I was freaking out the night I published it because I thought, "Is this going to be good? What if people hate it? What if the cover photo I made makes no sense?!"

But when I saw those reviews telling me to continue I screamed, hugging my computer, and just wanted to hug you guys. And I know this is sudden but, I love you guys! ^.^

Ƈнαρтєя Ƒσυя: Ƭнє Ƥαяту
"Ɯнєη уσυ fєєƖ α cσηηєcтιση, α gυт cσηηєcтιση, α нєαят cσηηєcтιση, ιт'ѕ α νєяу ѕρєcιαƖ тнιηg. Ɯнαт'ѕ fαмιƖιαя тσ єνєяуσηє ιѕ ωαтcнιηg ρєσρƖє fαƖƖιηg ιη Ɩσνє; ιт ɗσєѕη'т нαρρєη ση ѕcяєєη тнαт σfтєη. ƤєσρƖє fαƖƖ ιη Ɩυѕт, тнєη тнєу'яє ѕυɗɗєηƖу тσgєтнєя." - AƖfяє Ɯσσɗαяɗ

Ƈнαρтєя Sσηg: ƁєαυтιfυƖ SσυƖ - Jєѕѕє McƇαятηєу
"I don't want another pretty face.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
I know that you are something special,
to you I'd be always faithful.
I want to be what you always needed,
then I hope you'll see the heart in me.
I don't want another pretty face.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase.
You're the one I wanna hold.
I won't let another minute go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
Your beautiful soul, yeah.
You might need time to think it over,
but I'm just fine moving forward.
I'll ease your mind.
If you give me the chance,
I will never make you cry c`mon let's try.
I don't want another pretty face.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase.
You're the one I wanna hold.
I won't let another minute go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
Am I crazy for wanting you?
Maybe do you think you could want me too?
I don't wanna waste your time,
do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know that you feel it too.
There is nothing left to hide.
I don't want another pretty face.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase.
You're the one I wanna hold.
I won't let another minute go to waste.
I want you and your soul.
I don't want another pretty face.
I don't want just anyone to hold.
I don't want my love to go to waste.
I want you and your beautiful soul
Ooooooo.
Beautiful soul, yeah.
Oooooo, yeah.
Your beautiful soul.
Yeah."

"Oh god, no Sam," I groaned just as my brother pulled into the familiar drive way of his best friend's house. "Why did you invite freaking Miles to come with us?"

Sam honked the car's horn, signaling for Miles to hurry up. "Because Bennie, he's my best friend. Why wouldn't I invite him?"

I glared at my twin, crossing my arms. "I hate you."

"Hey guys!" Miles exclaims, rushing towards the car. My eyes went wide as I scrambled to sit in the back, far away from him. I felt the seat shudder as I curled into it.

"Can you open the door Sam?" the blond questions. "It's locked."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam attempts to manually unlock it but it wouldn't budge. It seemed like Bumblebee didn't like the way I reacted to Miles, so he locked him out.

I smiled, whispering to the side, "It's okay Bee. You can let him in."

The car door popped open, causing Miles to fall to the ground. I burst into laughter, covering my mouth as Sam looked back to glare at me. Miles got up, mumbling a, "I'm okay," before entering the car.

Miles chuckled nervously, as he closed the door gently. "It seems like your car doesn't like me very much."

"The car has good judgement." I say, as Miles looked back at me, a smirk forming on his face.

He was about to open his mouth to say something when Sam slapped the back of his head. "No flirting with my sister, ever."

"Dude," the blond rubs his head, "I wasn't going to-"

"I saw that smile. I swear, you even think about doing it, I will hurt you. Best friend or not." my twin threatened, causing me to smile. I leaned into the front seat, kissing my brother's check. "I'm guessing you don't hate me?"

I shrugged. "Eh, I still have to get you back for stealing my Lucky Charms though."

xxXxx

We finally make it to the 'party' which was at the top of some hill.

"Dude are you sure we're invited to this party?" Miles questions, as the lake comes into view with a lot people hanging out around it.

"Of course, Miles. It's a lake." my twin replies. "Public property."

"Which is translation for, 'We're not invited, we're just going to be cool.'" I say, crossing my arms.

Sam ignores my comment and gasps, "Oh my god, oh my god, dude, Mikaela's here. Don't do anything weird," he said, referring to Miles as we exited the car. He adjusted his shirt, looking at me. "A-am I good?"

I nod, giving him an encouraging thumbs up. "Go get 'er, little bro." I grin, following the two towards Mikaela and her idiot boyfriend, Trent.

"Hey bro, look at that car!" Trent exclaimed. "It's nice." Beside me, Miles took off his hoodie, and started to climb up a tree. I face palmed, shaking my head, as Trent walked over to us. "What are you guys doing here?"

My brother, not knowing what to say, looked to the blond climbing the tree, and responded with, "We're here to climb this tree."

"I-I see that, it looks fun." he replies, also looking to Miles, who I was beginning to think was part monkey. "Y'know, I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?"

I cringed, remembering that day. I went with him for support and some of the cheerleaders wanted me to try out for cheer, but I denied it.

"Oh, no, no, no," Sam shoke his head, "that wasn't like a real tryout or anything. I was researching for a book I was writing."

"Oh my god," I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose. Researching for a book? Sam and writing equals bad things.

"Oh yeah? What's it about?" Trent asked, an amused smirk on his face. "Sucking at sports?"

Sam managed a small laugh. "No, it's about the link between brain damage and football. No, no, it's a good book. Your friends'll love it. Ya know it's got mazes in it, little coloring areas, sections, pop-up pictures. It's a lot of fun."

Smirking, I fist pump my brother, as Trent's smirk vanished, getting closer to my brother. "Oh that's funny,"

I nod, standing in front of my younger twin. "Oh, very funny."

"You now what?" Mikaela stepped in front of the blond before he could punch me or Sam. "Stop." she looked back, sending a small smile towards Sam and I, before walking towards Trent's truck.

"Hey guys, I know of a party." Trent says towards his friends. "Let's head."

My twin looked up at Miles, who was hanging upside down on a branch. "You gotta get out of the tree. Get outta of the tree, right now, please." Miles jumps down, picking up his hoodie. "What're you doing?"

I rolled my eyes once more, walking ahead of the two, towards the car. I smiled as the door opened without me even reaching for the handle. I climbed into the backseat, getting nuzzled between the seats.

"You okay- beautiful?" I heard a few words and static come through the radio.

"I'm fine, Bee." I reply, a blush rising to my checks.

The two boys made it to the car and Miles literally climbed through the window of the car. I smacked the top of his head. "Miles!" I hiss, "There is something called a door! Use it for once!"

"I don't trust this car. It almost gave me a concussion." the blond retorted.

After a few moments, I noticed my brother wasn't getting into the car, when I heard the radio flare to life once more, "Who's gonna drive you home?"

"Hey, man, what's wrong with your car?" Miles questions, as he started to mess with the nobs on the radio. I leaned forward and smacked his hand, glaring at him.

"I'm gonna drive her home tonight," I hear my brother say, as he watched Mikaela walk away from the lake.

"What?!" the blond says in surprise. "She's an evil jock concubine, man, let her hitchhike."

"She lives ten miles from here, okay, this is my only chance. You gotta be understanding here."

"Alright, Bennie and her can share the backseat-"

Sam looked at the blond, giving him a, 'Seriously' look. "Did you just say 'share the backseat'? Miles, I'm not putting her in the back. You gotta get out the car, right now."

Miles shoke his head, protesting, "But, that's a party foul!"

"What rules?" Sam questions, as he enters the car, and I lean back, watching the two argue.

"Bros before hoes!" the blond answers, still shocked that Sam was kicking him out of the car.

"Miles," Sam pleads, holding his hands together, "I'm being you to get outta the car."

"Y-you can't do this to me-"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh for the love of god," I pushed him out of the car, just after the door popped open - thank you, Bee - and he fell on the ground, "Miles, let Sam get some, just this one time."

He glares at me, "Then why do you get to stay?"

"Because I'm his older sister, therefore, whatever I say, goes." I closed the door back, before Sam drove off towards Mikaela.

"Mikaela!" my brother called out, looking up at the dark haired girl. "It's Sam and Bethany Witwicky!"

I waved just before laying down in the backseat. Eventually, she got into the car, and I decided to bring out my phone to listen to music with, so I wouldn't awkwardly ruin my brother's chances at getting with Mikaela. What kind of sister would I be? I'm not that evil...

When I closed my eyes, drifting off to the sounds of Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, before my eyes met with bright blue ones. I squeaked, backing up into some type of wall, and then I noticed that the eyes belonged to Bumblebee.

"Wha-... how are you doing this?" I questioned, stammering a bit, as our eyes locked. "Shouldn't you be like, driving or something?"

"Magic," Bee replies, using jazz hands. "Besides, your brother's fine driving by himself. He's a big boy."

I laughed, as he helped me up off the ground. "So, are you finally going to tell me what you are?"

The blond shakes his head. "Nope, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you, beautiful, while your brother makes a complete fool out of himself."

"Hey, he has Witwicky charm." I wink, causing him to chuckle. "He'll be fine."

His hands reach up to brush a few strands of hair away from my face, causing myself to blush and butterflies to appear once again in my stomach. "And I'm guessing," his thumb moves slowly across my check, rubbing circles on it, causing me to shiver and my breath to be caught in my throat. Goddamn this boy... "You have it too, beautiful?"

I gulp, finally able to find my voice, when I reply, "Of course I do. After all, I am the older, more attractive twin."

Bee grins this sort of cross between smug and innocent, which was just plain adorable. "I second that,"

Biting my lip, I went to say something back, when I felt someone shaking my shoulders. I look to Bee before leaning up to kiss his check, "I'll see you later." and when I pulled back, I was surprised to see a light pink tint across his checks, causing my blush to return once more.

"Bye, beautiful." he smiles, before my eyes are greeted with reality and my brother leaning over towards the backseat.

"Hey," I grin, sitting up, and pushing my hair back. "How'd it go with Mikaela?"

"Good, I think." my twin replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, the car broke down for a few minutes, she almost left, but I got working."

"What was your wining punch line?"

Sam chuckles nervously, "Uh, there's more than meets the eye... with you..."

I burst out laughing, causing him to glare at me. "'More than meets the eye with you?' Sammy, my boy, you couldn't have said anything cheesier?"

As I continued to laugh, he crossed his arms, "What would you have said then Bennie?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't have to say anything, because I have more Witwicky charm than you."

"Yes," I hear the radio flare to life, causing Sam and I to snap our gazes to the object, "yes you do."

Sam shoke his head, starting up the car, as I slid into the passenger's seat, 'We have such a weird car."

"You have no idea..."

Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been dealing with school, failing Physics - for one, it's partially my fault for not understanding it, and second, my teacher has the worst teaching skills in the world - and technology and me have not been on good terms for a few days.

But we're all better now - my computer brought me flowers, pulled up Punk Goes Pop, and the elevator scene from TMNT. Am I the only one that's obsessed with the new movie TMNT movie? I'm literally in love with all them!

I don't have problems...

Anyways guys, sorry for the later chapter, hoped you liked this one, and have a great evening/afternoon/or whatever time of day it is. Love you!