A/N: All Characters Are Miney Mine Mine.

Eef You Steal Them I Keeel You. Okay? Good :

Enjoy Me Dears.

Chapter Title From Three Days Grace.

Chapter 3 XxLove Me When I’m WrongxX

I’m sitting down at my kitchen table, having just had a shower and am watching the TV with unusual intensity.

You see there’s this extremely fascinating programme on called ‘How Clean Is Your House?’

I’m utterly repulsed at the state of this poor middle – aged man’s kitchen. I mean, he’s supposed to be a father and he’s living in absolute squalor.

It’s not surprising when a great big, fat mouse scurries across their kitchen floor.

The big blonde lady squawks and flaps around with her pink feather duster. The other scrawny – looking lady is trying to kill the mouse by frantic slashing motions made by the butter knife in her hand.

I let out a little giggle at how ridiculous they look.

The towel that I’ve wrapped around my head turban – style, in order to keep my wet hair off of my face, I hate the feeling you see, slips down slightly.

Irritated, I push it back up just when my mum walks through into the kitchen.

“Nathaniel, I didn’t tell you did I?” She bites her lip in apology. It is then that I notice she’s wearing a rather…revealing low – cut top, navy blue skinny jeans and her ‘pirate’ earrings. I.e. the ones the size of a freakin’ satellite dish that hang dangerously on each ear…none the less they’re very stylish.

Her hair rests in soft curls on her shoulders, and her fringe is clipped back off her face with a cute butterfly design.

With deep red, glossed lips and dazzling eye make – up that shimmers…mum looks about 25.

I gape.

“Um…are you going somewhere?” My green eyes flick from her to the battered tan leather cowboy boots she’s struggling to put on with the one hand.

Hopping on her right foot, mum manages to tug on the other boot before standing up properly and addresses me.

“Yes, Clare invited me out for a ladies night. Just me and the girls going for a drink or two…you don’t mind too much, do you sweetie?” Her kind brown eyes are wide and pleading.

Of course I don’t mind. I’m thrilled mum’s going out! She should be happy especially after the messy break – up she had with dad…

She deserves some fun. Then why am I feeling so deflated? I think that secretly mum’s hurting. Maybe she’s guilty for having me so young, she was 17 by the way. I shall be 17 in exactly 4 months and 2 days. Mum’s only 34…she still has her figure and is naturally beautiful. Maybe she feels she can’t go out because of me holding her back?

I don’t know…

Smiling as warm as I can, I reply, “Of course not. You should be having fun!” She narrows her eyes at me, I’m not sure she’s entirely convinced. This time flashing a proper grin, if a bit strained, I nod my head encouragingly.

Mum beams back and squeals. Yeah, ouch on the ears.

“Thank you darling! I’ll be getting a taxi home…” we hear a distinct honk outside.

“Oooh that must be Clare and the girls! Goodbye Nathan, be good!”

She’s just about to step through the opened door when she spins round to face me once more. “And Nathan?”

“Mmmm?” I start to scratch at my left elbow. What? Do I need a reason? It’s itchy dammit.

“I asked Talan if he could just watch over you until I’m back, he’ll be coming round in about ten minutes. Love you lot’s jelly totts!” Mum whips out of sight.

…+Crickets+

…+Frogs croaking+

…+Zebra’s galloping+

Oh. Fuck.

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With shaking hands I smooth down my dark jeans and white top. My clock reads 8:45pm.

He’s late. I give an impatient groan. What if he’s changed his mind? What if he’s suddenly been struck with an incurable, deadly disease preventing him from moving resulting in why he can’t come over tonight? What if he’s contracted some kind of virus that causes him to retch every three minutes…ew.

By 8:55pm I’ve worked myself up into such a dither and panic I don’t notice the front door opening softly.

“Heya, Nathan.”

I leap a gazillion feat into the air and emit a little shriek. Okay, scrap that, I practically tear my throat because my scream is so harsh.

Talan clamps his hands over his ears and laughs. He’s…laughing at me. It’s not as if people haven’t laughed at me before, but I would have thought Talan to be above that sort of behaviour. I know we don’t really know each other, but even I wouldn’t look at someone as though they’ve sprouted another ear…in the middle of their forehead, and laugh.

“Nathan…what the fuck are you blabbering on about?” He’s removed his hands from protecting his eardrums now. So he want’s to listen to me now? No doubt to laugh some more.

“Laugh some -? Nathan why would I want to laugh at you?”

Oh. My. Actual. God.

He can read minds. Psycho, psycho!

“I can’t read people’s minds! You’re saying it all out loud!” Nathan looks decidedly exasperated. Yes I think that’s the fitting term. The way he’s looking at me now…yep. Definitely exasperated.

“Oh.” Comes my genius response.

I clear my throat gingerly. Right, well now that we’ve gotten over the welcome-to-my-house scenario, what next?

Talan’s wearing gorgeous ripped jeans; they're a faded denim, a light blue top bearing the slogan 'A Dog is For Life, Not Just For Christmas,' And white, green and blue DC's. Hottie alert! Phwoar!

"How are you then?" He asks me with a grin. Gosh that smile...Mmmmm dreamy dreamy...like fluffy candy floss. So sweet you feel spoilt.

"Fine."

He seems slightly surprised at my abrupt tone. Oh well, can't always please everybody.

"Nathan, is everything okay?" He frowns at my vacant expression. I'm trying desperatly hard to appear unfazed and cool. Unfortunatley, it's caused me to perspire slightly with the effort. Gosh I can feel the sweat making a horrible slimy trail down my spine. Urgh! The intense scrutiny that Talan, may the God's curse him for it, is making me feel all hot and flustered. I'm not entirly sure why Talan seems to have this astounding affect on me. I wish i could wash this icky sweat off, it's irritating me.

"Yep. Never better." I clear my throat awkwardly. Talan seems to accept my dodgy behaviour and walks over, plopping his firm, toned butt on my sofa. Aaaaaw, he's grinning up at me sweetly. My what a gorgeous sight, I think I may be drooling...

"Comfy couch you have." He pats the light cream leather sofa in appreciation. I bristle at his term for the word sofa. It seems darling Talan and I have a language barrier between us. Nevermind, I can force myself not to get frustrated.

"Wanna seat on the couch too?"

Right, that's it!

"Talan, it's not called a 'couch'." I spit the word out in distaste. "The correct term over here in Britain is sofa. Couch is like a couch potatoe. It's just a lazy term." I sigh, satisfied with my mini rant.

Talan blinks in response. His mouth is slightly agape. I want to taste it...gosh i'm such a perve. Bad Nathan, very bad!

And then, the most incredulous thing happened, Talan started to laugh at me, again!

I don't even understand what i do that seems to provoke such a reaction. I mean, i'm not exactly the funniest person. People at my school like funny people. And...well i don't have any friends, so i can't really be funny. Well, there is that Chrissie girl, but she's more of an...aquaintance.

"Nathan?"

I focus my attention back to Talan. Gosh he really is something, all smouldering draped over my couch- SOFA! -Good lord! He looks slightly concerned when i'm not responding immediatley. A weird song is playing inside my head. Yes, i do get songs playing in my head, kind of like a soundtrack recording my life.

It's, it's...Donny Osmond! Aaaaw, I love 'puppy love'. It makes me smile, and dribble a bit. Wait, what?

Talan is still staring at me with a slightly manic expression-hmmm...

Maybe i should say something and break this tension.

"Nathan."

Great just as i muster the courage to speak, Talan beats me to it. I feign ignorance, "Yes, Talan?"

He smiles a little, revealing a neat row of white teeth. "Nathan, why are you staring at me?"

Oh. Well actually you're staring at me you gorgeous idiot. Damn, i just meant idiot. Lord, he sure knows how to win at verbal foreplay. Wait - Aaargh! Mind out the gutter, out out OUT!

Christ this is agitating. "Talan i don't think you understand properly. You see, you're actually staring at me." I raise one eyebrow and titlt my head towards him in a 'so there!' manner. Oooft aye, i'm suave.

I give a little laugh to show how funny i am. Which doesn't really make sense because i'm not a funny person. You see only funny people have friends and - we've gone through this, yah?

Yah.

Talan blinks rapidly. It's making me feel slightly sick. Like i'm on a rollercoaster. Maybe my senses are extra sensitive. He stops the dodgy blinking and shoots this painfully adorable smile at me. The rollercoaster effect has changed. It's quite...pleasant. I enjoy the little twirls and leaps in my stomach. Thankfully the fluttering stops before i completely embarrass myself infront of Talan's presence.

"Nathan, you've got that look about you again." Talan states gravely, softly tap tapping on the SOFA arm.

"Huh?" Too late, already embarrassed myself. I sound completely retarded, even to my own ears.

"Your eyes Nathan! They're all glassy and spaced out. Quit it, it's freaky. What are you thinking about anyway?"

"If I could kiss you," I whisper, not properly thinking.

Oh Shiiit! I twist my hands nervously. I can pratically feel the erratic pulse of my heart bursting through my chest.

"Is that so?" Talan's husky grey eyes bore into mine with ausement. Why does he find this situation so funny?

I do notice that his breathing has also hitched as he moves steadily closer towards me. He's pushing off from the sofa with his left hand and gently cups my cheek with his right palm. Softly, he draws me closer to him, i feel slightly dizzy as i go cross-eyed, but i doubt that's bothering him. My butt hits the sofa beside him with a soft putt.

With achingly gentle lips, he pulls me into a tender kiss. His tongue probes my bottom lip, asking for my permission to allow it to enter. I let it.

It swirls around my own tongue, exploring the moist cavern of my mouth; tracing the bumps of my teeth.

I let out a growl of pleasure from the back of my throat, Talan kisses me deeper. Then the pace changes. I bring my hands up to press against the back of his neck. The small amount of pressure urges us to keep the depth of the kiss.

Talan has a slight frown as he concentrates, it's so cute!

I smile into the kiss now, repeatedly roving my lips against Talan's, fizziling with excitement and unexpected warmth.

When oxygen becomes necessarly and only then, Talan and i very, very reluctantly withdraw from each other.

Dipping so he can give me another quick peck on the lips, Talan straightens up and grins down at me, slinking a warm arm around the back of my neck, snuggling me close to his chest. I smile back up, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks and a feeling of being safe and protected with Talan's comforting arm slung round me. My lips are still buzzing merrily.

Slowly i say, "I take it that was a yes?"

Talan's smile grows wider; i feel my knees go weak.

"Nope. It's a yes please."

Maybe tonight wont be so unbearable after all, i think as Talan descendes to ravish my lips once more.

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A/N: Hola Peeps : Gosh I'm Ever So Sorry This Has Taken So Long To Update! Please Keep Reading & Reveiwing, It's Very Much Appreciated. As Promised, A Nice Loooong Chapter )

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