"Did you call the police?" I asked Brandon, after fully recovered from the tantrum, sitting on our couch after brushing debris off.

"Not yet." He answered, and looked around for the phone. "I can't seem to find the phone." We both craned our heads, searching the living room for the object and I found it under my ass. Typical that my ass would be hiding something. It's weird considering that I barely have an ass (thanks to being a white girl) to hide anything with.

"What's it doing there?" Brandon wondered, dialing in the number. I don't know, digging for gold?

"How would I know?" I replied, irritated. I was still simmering from anger, but it had lessened to the point where I could talk in full sentences. ME. Want. KILL.

Okay, maybe not.

He gave me a look, and talked to the police. "Yeah, I came home around four, and found my house in a mess; my mom's working at the moment. We live at 65 Sumner Lane. Thanks."

Bran and I sat on the couch, staring at our shoes and waited. It was pretty difficult for me to do that. I couldn't sit still, knowing that someone had fucked up my house because of me. Why, though? Why? What have I done to deserve this? Who in the fucking world did this?

Britney? Shit, I barely knew her for a day. Sandy? My dad, my friends? I don't believe they'd do that. If I had to guess, however...Jack… Jack. He probably did it! I jerked my head up, eyes hard with determination. The doorbell rang, and Brandon and I looked at each other warily.

I got up, and answered the door. Two policemen stood there, stern in their auras and probing in their nature. This would be a really good time to bring up the fact that I don't have a good past with them, huh. Remember when I went to the police station for Stephanie? Well...while waiting, I kind of stole all their food and ate it. Come on, it was Chinese, and I was ravenous! And apparently, that was the dinner for five cops. They were surprised that I ate all of it, so I ran while I could. I know. I ran from the cops. Not the smartest move in the world. Especially since a female cop probably tackled me...because she was preggo. That's right, a pregnant woman attacked me. But she didn't show or anything, she was only a few weeks in.

Only I would get attacked by a pregnant lady for Chinese food.

When they saw me, their eyes narrowed like freaky-deaky lasers. "You."

I giggled nervously. "Tadah!"

"Are you the vandalizer?" The big tall Arnold Swarzenegger wannabe asked, looming over me like a freakin tree.

"If I were the bad guy, do you really think that I would be standing here? I mean, hello, I'd be ten miles away at Denny's or something." I babbled, beckoning them inside.

"We're keeping that for future reference, mind you." The second policeman said blandly, and whipped out his notebook, scribbling down. Oh, fuck. I sighed with exasperation.

My brother came up behind me, and I could see their eyes get larger. Yes, my brother is slightly creepy, aha.

"My sister doesn't have enough of a mental capacity to think of something like this." He said seriously, and then led them around, explaining what happened as he went. I decided to hover behind them, watching worriedly.

Finally, when the tour of destruction finished, they turned to me.

"Do you have anyone who might have some incentive to do this?" The second officer asked me.

I stuttered. "Uh...I might." Hah. Shit.

Arnold smirked. "Surprise, surprise." He muttered to his partner. They exchanged smirks before turning to Brandon and asking the same. He shrugged in reply. Personally, I don't think Bran even left the house, let alone to meet people.

They continued to bother me, until I left the house, steaming. I really don't like policemen. Really...really…DON'T. I sat solemnly on my front door steps and waited for them to leave. An hour later, they opened the door and I glared at them while they stomped their way back to their police car. I had to sit outside and sleep in order for them to leave.

"Okay, now it's time to redo the boxes." Brandon smirked at me. My mouth dropped open. Oh, god no.

"Noo..." I whined, banging my head against the doorstep bar. I didn't feel like doing all that work. I grunted while getting up, glaring fixedly at Bran the entire time while doing so.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and I was starving for some McDonalds. I would kill for some fries. And those hamburgers...god. My crack.

I had driven to come see Jet, who had realized that, oh, his mistake, he had a guitar lesson with a 9 year old. So here I am, sitting...waiting for him to come downstairs so we can go to MickyD's to eat. Yeah, I'm high maintenance.

Do you know how awkward it is to sit in a room full of

a) Girls that linger around here for Jet

b) Guys that look like they eat grandma's for breakfast (EW. No, not THAT way)

c) Guys that want to fuck Jet (you think I'm lying? I can see their eyeraping from here!)

While dating said guy?

No. You don't. That's why I'm thisclose to throwing burning hot coffee from the small coffee table at all of them and screaming unintelligibly. The things I do for Jet, my eye candy.

I have 14 year olds glaring at me. Seriously. Fourteen year olds. I can feel their aqua songs beating through my head with their pathetic glowers. I'm a Barbie girl...in a Barbie world...oh god. Stupid preteens with their ohmigawsh-my-nails-broke and Britney-Spears-is-my-fucking-HERO-ness. They should be at home, doing their homework. Wow, I of all people shouldn't be telling others how to handle their life.

"Okay, just remember the chord progressions I taught you. You'll be a rock star yet." Jet's voice soothed a 9 year old. The kid bounced over to his mom, and they scurried out of the store like we had the plague. Eh, no se. Oh, snap. It's thunder storming out. I stared outside, watching the lightening crackle across the sky, accompanied by pouring rain.

"Emma, do you mind that we stay here? We can go upstairs, if you'd prefer some privacy?" Jet approached me, putting a hand on my back.

But...but...I want McDonald's! Ah, fuck.

"Okay." I agreed. See, I'm a nice person.

But before we made it to the stairs, the door to the store (I rhymed! Woot!) dramatically opened to show Britney sopping wet, holding an umbrella with lightening striking the air behind her, lighting her up in a threatening glare.

"She has an umbrella! RUN FOR THE HILLS!" I screamed, dragging Jet up the stairs.

"I HATE YOU, YOU BITCH!" I heard trailing after us. I laughed hysterically against the wall. Man, I crack myself up sometimes.

"You two..." Jet sighed, shaking his head dolefully.

"...Is an amazing band!" I finished, giving him a thumbs up. He smiled finally, kissing me.

"Someday you two will get along." Jet informed me, stubborn. I laughed at him. Soommmedayyy, my prince will coooome...God I've been watching way too many Disney Movies.

"Yeah, right." I scoffed. "Maybe if she's six feet under."

He gave me a look and I smiled sheepishly. Eh, she'd always get on my nerves. There was nothing about her I liked, except her choice of guys. Excluding Joe. Shudder.

"Are you coming to our band practice today?" Jet asked me, leading me past the recording studio, and into a bedroom. Wuhoh.

"Um...maybe." I answered distractedly. Uh oh, we're alone in a bedroom. With a bed.

He came towards me, and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me vice tight. Maybe if I...

"Ow!" Jet yipped, unraveling an arm around my back to dab at his bleeding lip. "You bit me!"

I shrugged. "Oops?" Biting people when they kiss you usually turns them off faster than a hot iron thrown into a pool. I sound as fucked up as Hannah Montana with that one. Anyways, Jet sucked on his lip, and the nodded. "Okay, I'm fine now."

My eyes widened as he came for me again. Haha, that sounds dirty. Um, moving on. Jet locked his arms around me and pressed his lips onto mine, tongue immediately coming into play. Jeez, eager beaver much? And I'm not talking about the one below his belt. No, that pressed against my leg uncomfortably. I felt as awkward as if I was stuck in an elevator full of people that hated me. Hmm...

Actually though, once you got over the fact that I'm trying not to freak out...it was pretty hot. I stupidly threw my hands around his neck and kissed him back. Wasn't I supposed to not do that? Hey, stupid! Stop encouraging him!

Then by the time I had regained somewhat intelligence, we had sex. Yeah, I'm just kidding. But we did end up on the bed with him on top of me. By this time, he had a finger trailing around my waist where the shirt had ridden up. I was busy practically making out with his neck. Yeah, I'm a freak. But I am good at giving hickeys. Not that you care. My hands were grasping his muscles, prodding them because it was fun.

"Emma?" Jet asked.

"Hmm?" I answered.

"Is this okay?" I glanced down to see that my shirt was off. WHOA! When did THAT happen? And no, I'm not talking about my boobs. But, anyways, how could I not have noticed him taking my shirt off?

"Uhh...No." I mumbled, scanning the bed for my shirt.

"Huh?" He said in reply, handing my shirt to me ashamedly. "I thought...oh...I'm sorry."

I blushed and stammered. "I'm just not...ready yet."

Jet furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, I thought you had previously engaged in sexual intercourse?" Uh, I stared for a second. Big words much?

Jet's POV

I like sex. A lot. In fact, I'd prefer having sex than to eat. When I was in high school, I was the type that had a different girl in my bed every day. I wasn't one for relationships. Just sex made me happy.

Now, I am definitely not the type to attack someone for sex because, well, I've never had trouble getting it. I'm not going to deny that I'm rather good looking. I see the looks from women and sometimes men. I can hear the giggles and whispers.

So, when I grew up a little bit, I found that sex was more enjoyable when the partner was, to be blunt, not a vain slut. I began to have actual relationships, which usually led to sex. It was nice.

Emma and I haven't participated in this endeavor, and I only anticipate it.

Normally, I don't mind Emma's face turning a fire hydrant red, but for some indescribable reason, she was blushing. You'd think an 18 year old would be more mature about sex, moreover a nonvirgin.

"What?" I asked her amusedly, trailing my fingers over her arm.

She shivered and focused her eyes on mine. "Nothing."

I could tell she was feeling uncomfortable, fidgeting and biting her lip, which only increased her adorable factor. To tell you the truth, if I weren't so fucking attracted to her, she'd look like a little sister to me. But for some inexplicable rationale, I find her amazingly sexy. Even when she is childish for not getting her way. Does this make me a pedophile?

I've considered our age differences, and dismissed them. Not saying she's mature for her age (she's not) or that's she's a siren. In reality, if I'd met her in high school, I would've fucked her once and forgotten all about her. But something now about her makes me want to rip her clothes off.

Right now she was staring at me with lowered eyelashes, nearing me. Oh yes.

"Jet, where'd you go?" Emma said, smiling. When she smiled, I felt like writing her a song about it. But I felt like that was too creepy. Her mouth was on mine and I snaked an arm around her waist, thrusting my fingers into the hair near her face. Emma sighed into my mouth, and I slipped my tongue in. Then she yanked herself back, wiping her mouth.

"That was not the point!" She said indignantly to herself. I quirked an eyebrow. I've noticed that she likes talking to herself. I found it humorous.

"Is there a problem in EmmaLand?" I questioned lowly, shifting her into my lap. Like Emma is (unaware) usually, she seemed to barely acknowledge and then jump when she noticed where she was.

"How'd I get here?" Emma asked perplexed, mouth open slightly. I took advantage of her neck, kissing and nibbling where I saw fit. She made soft noises, touching my upper body softly. Slowly, I lowered her onto the bed, kissing my way down the dip between her breasts. I put my hand sneakily on her stomach, pushing the shirt up to reveal the white skin she was endowed with. Also, kicking off my shoes, and subtly unbuttoning my jeans. Emma was too wrapped up in my special treatment to notice me unclasping her black bra. Then with her eyes springing open to expose her infamous green eyes, she jerked out from underneath me and rolled unto the floor.

"Don't touch me!" She barked, putting her hand to repel me away. Hookay...

"Emma?" I asked her confusedly, and neared her gradually. She relaxed but eyed me warily.

"Every time you touch me, I get distracted. And I have to tell you sometime." Emma told me, curling up against the wall and resting her head on her knees. I sat next to her, and she tilted her head my way. "Understand?"

"What is it?" I prompted her, trailing my eyes over her practically bare chest. If it weren't for that stupid piece of fabric, I'd be putting my mouth there.

"I'm gay."

I stared at her in shock. Well, that explains a lot.

She snorted. "No, just kidding. But I'm a virgin." Never mind, then.

I looked at her. "You're a virgin? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You said you weren't one before."

"Well...we were in the middle of the store and I thought it wasn't exactly the right timing for it."

"But it was a secluded part of the store. It was a prime place to inform me of this." I replied, building up slight anger to this.

"Why does this even matter?" Emma said then, shaking her head weakly. "Did you really think that we'd have sex so soon in our relationship?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Emma, I consider sex part of a relationship. I apologize for my behavior earlier, but you need to tell me these things. I was ready to have sex with you right then, did you know that?"

She shifted, embarrassment seeping out of her like waves. "I didn't know. I thought you just wanted to, I don't know, make out or something. I hadn't thought of us having sex so early."

"But we've been dating for a couple weeks now." I said, baffled. "Usually with all my other girlfriends we'd be fucking."

"All your other girlfriends?" Emma repeated testily, eyes narrowing and straightening up.

"You know, past ones." I replied quickly.

"Jet, I'm not like your other girlfriends." She said quietly. No kidding. "I'm younger and more vulnerable."

"Yeah, I've discerned that." I responded. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not ready to have sex yet."

Oh god. My back hit the wall with a thud, and she glanced at me worriedly. Could I survive without sex for so long?

I squirmed. "When do you think you'll be ready?"

"I don't know. I'll let you know." She brightened. "We can still make out and stuff. Just none of the, you know." Emma mimed a hip thrust and I coughed into startled laughter.

"I'm sorry, could you do that again?" I asked her, laughing hard. I've never seen anything funnier in my life.

"No way!" She giggled, shaking her head in embarrassment.

Emma's POV

Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen such a confused and shocked face on a guy than right then on Jet's face, when I told him that I wasn't ready. I think he actually didn't get it at first, like it wouldn't even happen to him, having a girlfriend who wouldn't want to have sex. Hah. Face it buddy, it happens.

So, after I calmed myself down, and felt like he wasn't going to shove his hands up my shirt, I got up and sat at his computer.

He continued to sit there for a second, before jumping up and lying on his bed. I clicked on the internet, deciding to check my facebook.

I, for some reason, had a lot in my inbox, and a couple notifications. They were all tag notifications for pictures. Huh.

I clicked on the link and once it loaded it was pictures of me that I hadn’t seen in a long time. They were pictures of me at THE party, the one where Jack cheated on me. And in most of them, I seemed to be latched onto a random guy by my mouth. Oh, shit.

A/N- First of all, I am so so sorry for the delay. I know it's been simply forever. And also, the length of this is pitiful compared to chapter 12. Also, it's pretty much a filler, blagh. And I have more bad news, but review replies first!

ChrnosMiko- Thanks, I like to know my story compares to deity. Thank you! I was hoping for that. Yup, I do. For a little while. And okay, just come online and we can talk! Thanks for the review!

Short and SweeT00- I think anyone with a knife saying things such as that is scary, haha. Especially Emma. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't! Well, Emma is a Lasvicious old Lady Licker, haha. Well, I'm guessing they taste like how they smell. Powdery and old. hahaha. I think all brothers are a little bit creepy. And I did that once to my brother for a joke. It was pretty funny, haha. Thanks for the review!

Demented cookies- Yeah, sorry for that wait and sorrysorrysorry for this long wait! So sorry! Thanks for the review!

Purpleriho- Calm down (wo)man! Lol, thanks for the review!

GrannyP- Yeah, my reply was very large, haha. I spent awhile on it, too! Oh, I've heard of the fortune cookies version. I used to do that all the time, but my dad stopped me because we were at a Chinese restaurant, and everyone was staring. Britney seems like...bitch? Hahaha, thanks for the review.

emotionless-stares- Yeah, it sucks really bad. I can't imagine having my house vandalized. Gah. Maybe...maybe not! Lol, more power to you for when you get into that fight! I hope not, too! Anyways, thanks for the review!

cup of glee and sparkles- Thanks! I think so too! Yeah, I wanna be friends with a man-net, also. Me too, they're a lot of fun to talk to especially when you're being intellectual and they're confused, haha. Thanks for the review!

Just Me- Oh, I think I did put it as teen, I'm not sure. If not, I will. Thanks for the advice and thanks for reviewing!

Andrien- You must hate me now, then. I haven't updated in forever and then the chapter itself sucks. And you're gonna REALLY hate me after this! Oh, I'm glad you laughed, I love making you do that. Yes, he is! Jdepp should never be touched badly, yup. Thanks for the review!

Amelia- Haha, your review made me smile widely. It makes me really happy to know that Emma makes you almost choke and die from trying not to laugh. Glad life isn't boring for you, then haha! Thanks so much for reviewing!

Sam- Thanks! Sometimes I can't believe it either. Thanks for the review!

Somewhere inbetween Hi and...- Jack is the exboyfriend, haha. And yes, I guess I am a lil perve. I ordered a new brain, too, but they're closed for maintence. Yeah, I think there'd be a ginormous line of girls with shovels to go after the vandalizor. Britney is a bitch, haha. Thanks for the review!

Natalie- Thanks so much! I really appreciate when readers take the time to encourage me, it really does make me feel better. I'm glad that you like it. Thanks for the review!

jenjen-0- Thanks so much! And thankies for the review!

Dandelion Cupcakes- Thanks! Aw, because if you did have a friend named Britney that would've made it freakily awesome. I think stairs should have caution signs. They're dangerous things. Haha. Thanks for the review!

the big crunch- Wow, I loved that compliment because I wonder about that too. Thanks!

Euphorialie- I seriously have to sound your name out everytime I type it. How sad is that. It's kind of weird for me, because I just gave you a review and now I'm replying to yours...huh. Thanks! Jet is super delish! Ye Gods! BIG compliment! Jet reminds you of Edward? -dies from happiness- Lol, Britney needs to get hit in the head with a pancake pan. A lot of people had the similiar feeling 'HOW COULD THEY HURT JDEPP!!'. It was kind of amusing for me, actually. If I weren't so scared of the fact that I was able to write that. Hee, I'm glad you're intrigued. Lol, 'lots of people who disliker her'. Yeah, there are tons of those. Teehee, I like being the person who knows who it is. I'm usually NEVER the one who knows so this is a pleasant change. (and thanks for reading the authors notes! :)) Niiice, I wish I could disobey, but my mom has the thingie that allows me to access the internet, so unless I have magic powers or am good at finding where it is, tough luck for me. Thanks! And thanks for the review!

Mary's song- Lol, yes, Jdepp is untouchable. Except for that moment there. I'm glad it's summer, because now I don't have to learn it everyday at school. Thanks for the review!

Padalock- HAHAHA. How true you are. Thanks for the review!

The Wind Charmer- Maybe she did...maybe not. lol, I'm very unoriginal in that response to the question.

Rightthere431- Here's a hint. A human being...dumdumdum! Thanks for the review!

Guacamole- Thank you for the compliment, and thanks for the review!

Miss Perky- I would hate it, too. LOL! I'm sorry that you've been having family issues, I know how that feels. I'm just happy you're reading GL! Thanks, and thanks for the review!

krazed.hypa.ivii- Wow, I would do that too, only I don't want to waste all that ink and paper. Lol, yes, they were made for your eyes to stare at. I stare at guys, too, so it's okay. Thanks for the review!

PHEW! Damn, that took so long because I accidentally deleted it all on this and then x'd it out so I pretty much had to redo the replies.

Okay. Here comes the horrible news that you're going to hate me for.

I’m taking Guitar Lessons down.

I’m sorry, but I reread this, and man. There are so many plot holes and just to tell you the truth, it wasn’t going anywhere. I have the biggest writers block on this story.

I’m sure one day, I’ll revise, edit like mad crazy and finish this, but right now I can’t because I don’t exactly like it.

Thank you, all of you, who reviewed this story and put effort into telling me how much you liked it. That kept me going for the while, but I can’t drag this out any longer. I’d start writing chapter 13 and I had to force myself to finish it. And to keep this story up is just useless because I don’t have any plans on updating, not for a long while.

This story is very close to my heart because Emma was based off of me, but she was too dramatic and immature, Jet wasn’t believable (in my eyes) because he was too perfect and the only thing that made this story appealing was the humor. This pretty much was my first story and I’m sad that I’ve given up on this. I hope that you don’t give up on me though; I’ll still be writing and posting other things. Maybe one day I will start writing chapter fourteen, but I'm going to focus on improving my writing and to tell you the truth, to me, I feel like this isn't very good writing here.

So, thanks for reading this. I’ll leave Guitar Lessons up for a few days and put an explanation up in my profile after I take it off. And thank you SO SO SO much for your encouragement and compliments because they kept me going for this long. You can hate me, if you'd like. -cowers in a corner and prepares self for flames-.

Love,

RAR aka, codyismypup.