for dia's entertainment ;]

[BREE,]

AHEM. Basically it's set in school. My plot thing was that Koti has a crush on Jonah, then Jonah gets a girlfriend and he's all upset + turns to Connor, who's like, really cool, and ends up dating him. Like.. exactly what happened on the site.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting only a dim glow on the street. The leaves on the trees looked orange beneath the sunset, though it was mid-summer and they were a definite green colour when in daylight.
I was lying on the thick, lush grass of my front lawn, staring up at the sky, hands folded on my stomach. I'd been sun bathing all day, trying to get my pale, freckled skin to darken slightly. I'd applied piles of sun block throughout the day, but I expected that I'd be burnt anyway; it had been excessively hot.
Behind the soft hum of music, I heard my name being called. I sat up, pulling the headphones from my ears, and was immediately happy at the sight of Jonah, my best friend.
I blushed hard as he walked over. I'd just been lying down, and my hair probably looked terrible. I didn't pull out my pocket mirror as I usually would - I figured that would just make me look vain. Instead I puffed up my hair with my hand a little, and shook my head in the hope that it would regain some of its volume and not look completely terrible.
Jonah was one of the cool guys at school. The popular ones that everybody loved. The people that I wished I could be friends with. Yes, Jonah was my best friend, but none of his friends liked me. It was probably because I hung out with what people might consider 'losers'. We spend most of our time listening to music and writing songs, so people just forget about us, and think that we're no fun because we don't talk and party as much as everybody else. Well, I'm sixteen years old and I've never had sex, never been high, and never been drunk, and my life seems pretty fun. So I can't see the problem.
"Hey, Coco," Jonah said, that cute smile playing at the corner of his lips. Gosh, he was so hot. And his hair looked super cute today.
He sat down on the grass beside me, feet at shoulder-width apart, knees bent, and his weight on his arms that were stretched out behind him for support. I copied this position that he was in, and looked to my left at him, trying to keep my smile looking cool.
"Hi, Jonah!" I responded, probably sounding a little too enthusiastic for what should have just been a casual greeting.
"How are you, bud?" He asked. Small-talk. Damn it, I hated when people just said stuff like that. His coming over to see me had better have a purpose.. On second thoughts I was quite happy to just sit beside him and enjoy his beauty..
"I-I'm fine, thanks. You?" Stupid stutter of mine.. I mentally kicked myself for the dang thing.
He shrugged. "Not too bad." He looked up towards the sky, seeming not to notice that I was looking at him. "There's a party this weekend," he muttered, and then cleared his throat a little. "I never see you at those things. Why don't you come along? You can bring some friends," he offered.
Had I seriously just been invited to a party? By Jonah? I bit down hard on my lip, seriously considering it.
"Well, you know I'd love to, Jonah, but-"
"But nothing, Coco! You always come up with some excuse. 'It's not really my scene,' or 'I have homework to do.'" His tone sounded joking, but it still kinda hurt. He continued in a softer tone. "Please just come. I'm trying to get you all cool now. It sucks not hanging with you at school."
I couldn't help the smile that twitched at my lips. "Okay.. I'll come. As long as you promise not to ditch me when we're there."
Did I honestly just agree to go to a party? What was I thinking? It would be a mistake. They'd all just make fun of me for not wanting to drink or for dancing like an idiot or something.. I'd never even really been to a party other than as a kid. I'd mess it all up.
"'Course I won't, Koti. Since when did I ever ditch you?" I started to respond, but pressed my lips together, deciding that that was probably a rhetorical question. "You can bring a friend along if you want. Maybe even.. a member of the opposite sex!" He clamped a hand to his mouth and put on a shocked face, clearly making fun of me. I pouted, and folded my arms, sitting up a little.
"You knoooow I suck at dates." And the only person I wanted to date was Jonah. "Couldn't I just take another friend..? I bet Aubree would go!" I said excitedly. Aubree was another of my best friends. I was worried about her recently though, since she hadn't been talking to me as much. I was pretty certain that I hadn't done anything to offend her, so couldn't work out why she'd be acting so strangely around her best friend..
"Yeah, Aubree sounds good. Top tip: stop with the hair and make up obsession! You're beautiful without it, honey," he mocked, chuckling at his own joke, and throwing his head back to look at the sky.
"You know I hate my freckles! And my hair is my life. I refuse to go to a party with shit hair and no make up! That'd just be gross," I complained, whining a little, and leaning my body over in Jonah's direction.

[DIA,]

I like it =]
And yes, it did entertain me.
Is Connor still gonna be like 2394 years old in it?

When you continue it, send it to me =]

[BREE,]

Lmao. I was just thinking Connor would be eighteen, as they're all in high school. Haven't decided yet. Connor won't be in it for a while though. ^-^ <3

[BREE,]

Meh. Decided to turn it into a short story instead of the longer thing I was originally going for.. It's not finished yet though.

I bit my lip, and opened my mouth to talk.

"So I'd better be going," Jonah said, and my heart sank. He stood up, and I mirrored the action, smoothing down my shirt as I did so. "I've got a date."

A date? I heard the 'pop' noise as my jaw dropped open, but I quickly closed it, and bit down hard on my tongue. My heart felt even heavier, and I felt a terrible sense of rejection. I didn't even think Jonah was the type to go out on dates, yet, here he was..

"W-with who?" I stuttered, not concealing my objections in the slightest.

"Skylar Hummel?" he said, with a rather smug grin on his face. I didn't know Skye very well, but I'd spoken to her a few times. She wasn't even that pretty, or funny, or anything. I mean, sure, she was super popular, but why would Jonah want to go on a date with her? He could do so much better. Or he could just not go on a date at all..

"Oh.." I breathed, looking down at my shoes which I was now scuffing noisily on the grass, making green marks on them. "Well, have fun.. I-I'll see you at the party.."

He nodded once, still smiling. "Yup! Love ya', bud." He grabbed me in one of those nice, warm bear hugs, dwarfing me, and I squeezed my arms tightly around him, savoring the moment.

Once Jonah had gone, I picked up my things from the ground and trudged back inside, just wanting to lie down and forget about everything he'd just said. I wanted to cry myself to sleep, and then never speak to the world again. Maybe I could get back at him.. Make him jealous. I'd find a date for the party. And whoever it was would be amazing, and better than him and Skye. He'd realize that he wanted me, and things would go perfectly..

I shook the thoughts away. I didn't even like Jonah in that way. No, that wasn't me. I'd been fooling myself. I did not feel anything like that for Jonah. That's what being a best friend felt like. It's the same feeling as me and Aubree..

I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes, wishing the moments away.

* * *

Lights flashed from every direction. Wow, somebody had gone all out on the party. They weren't proper strobe lights or anything, just those little circular disco lamps that kids played with. But the effect was still really good; the whole house looked amazing.

I hadn't found Jonah yet, and Aubree had said she'd meet me in here too, so I was alone. I scanned the room, craning my neck to see if I could see either of them. Neither were in sight. All I could see was underage drinking, and lots of dry humping and grinding to the beat of the music. The current song playing was "G6 - Far East Movement". A song that I hated very much, but it seemed well suited, considering there probably were a lot of sober girls around me acting like they were drunk.

A crowd of people suddenly ran into me, and I stumbled, only just gaining my balance enough not to fall flat on my face. I cursed quite loudly and rubbed my shoulder where they'd hit me. Nobody apologized. They were older, and really popular, so why would they bother apologizing to me? Three of them just gave me a look that said "Why the hell is Dakota here?" and "I'm so frickin' wasted". The other one, Connor Quinn, actually gave me a sort of sincere and apologetic look. I backed away anyway, and headed for the door in the hope of escaping the bubble of heat and noise I was in.

At that exact moment, Aubree hopped through the door. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a skirt that barely covered her butt and a cropped top. Her platinum blonde hair hung past her shoulders, looking flimsy and flat as usual. She was wearing too much make up, and looked sort of like the barbie dolls I used to play with. I did not approve. She never wore things like this.

"Uhh, hey, Aubree," I said, my words sounding more like a question than a greeting.

She grinned widely back at me, her eyes rolled back a little, and hugged me tight. "Oh. My. Gosh! Coco! Oh, darlin', you're looking B-E-A-U-TIFUL!" She giggled, clamping her hand to her mouth. "Hey, do you know if Brodee's here?" she asked, looking over my shoulder to check if her brother was around.

"I don't know, I haven't been here long.. Aubree, are you okay? You seem different." I gave her a look of deep concern. She rubbed her nose, smiled at me, then walked away into the crowd, arms raised above her head, already getting into the swing of the party.

I sighed as an older guy walked up to her, rubbing his hands all over her, in places I knew she wouldn't usually allow anybody to touch. Shaking my head, I turned away in search of somebody that was better company than her.

There Jonah was, standing in the corner. I got that fluttery feeling in my stomach, and began to skip over to him, grinning. Then Skye walked up to him. I stopped short as she pressed her lips against his, and his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer. It was that same feeling from when he'd told me he'd take her out on a date and I'd so desperately hoped that it wouldn't go well. Obviously the date had gone well. Were they together now? My breath cut short, and my eyes began to sting. I did the only thing I knew in these situations - I ran. I shoved anyone that was in my path out of the way and didn't stop until I was out of the door and into the fresh air.

Usually at times like these I'd turn to Aubree, but I knew that she was inside having fun, and she had problems of her own. Nobody would want to hear about my stupid problems.

So I collapsed to the ground, and started to cry. I wasn't just letting out my emotions about seeing Jonah with another girl, I was letting out my emotions about everything. I was thinking about my brother, Carver, and how he loved his new girlfriend more than me, and about my mom, and how she didn't care about what I wanted. But with everything I thought about, it always went back to Jonah. I didn't know why. Everybody always teased me about these things, but I knew they were wrong. I couldn't like Jonah. It just wasn't natural, and it wasn't right.

I'd been looking down at the ground between my knees for so long, that it was only when a large cloud of smoke polluted the air around me that I realized I was being watched.

"Something up?" he asked, with a slight smirk on his face. It was Connor, a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other.

I sniffed, and wiped the tears from my eyes. Crap, my eyeliner had probably run, and my foundation would be all weird. I bet this was the worst I'd looked in public for a long time.

"Obviously something is up. You can tell me, you know. I don't bite," he continued, and sat down on the ground beside me, dangerously close.

"I'm fine." My voice cracked. It was quite plain that I wasn't fine. I was quite the opposite. But I didn't want to sit here and complain to somebody I didn't even know. To somebody that would probably make fun of me later. Somebody that would tell all of his friend, and I'd be the laughing stock of the school for yet another reason.

"Look, I know you're not fine. I'm not the dick you think I am. I actually care. And I'm friends with your brother. I wouldn't want to piss him off by hurting you, or whatever." He took a puff on his cigarette, and blew the smoke out in front of him.

I knew there wasn't much harm in telling him. I might as well.. "W-well.. J-Jonah.. my best friend.. he, erm.. he kissed Skye. And.. he's supposed to like me! I mean, well, I like him.." I felt my cheeks get hot, and knew that I'd be the colour of Andy Biersack's ring finger nail.

He shrugged. "Happens to me all the time. Being gay means you gotta accept that most of the time the people you like won't like you back. You're a cute guy anyways. You'll find somebody soon."

I looked up at him, wide-eyed. "I-I'm not gay though. I'm not! Everyone always tells me I am.. but I'm not! I'm not allowed to be.. I have to like-"

Connor cut me off short by pressing his lips against mine. I'd never been kissed before, and boy, was it amazing. It as like an explosion of emotion, and suddenly my head felt clearer, and the only thing that mattered to me at that moment was me and Connor. His lips were moving in time with mine, and I found myself leaning up towards him, my hands finding their way to his shoulders.

He pulled away all too soon and chuckled. "I think that we can safely say you're gay."

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

I love this sooo much. So cute, and really interesting. *is waiting for the rest of it*

Totally waiting for Roxie to make a cameo. :]

Wait til you see what I've got in store for Kota and Connor in another story I'm whipping up.