More Deadly IntenSHUNS
Summary: Continuation of Deadly IntenSHUNS

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"IT IS A LEGAL BINDING AGREEMENT," Crystal remarked as Cara took a seat in the cold metal chair next to her.

"What're you talking about?" Cara asked, eyeing Crystal suspiciously.

"Marriage," Crystal said. Cara groaned, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling.

"You can't be on about that again," Cara complained, combing her fingers through her short brown hair.

"Why don't you believe me?" Crystal asked.

"It all seem a little far-fetched, okay?" Cara straightened in her seat and turned to look at Crystal, "I mean c'mon, James being forced into marrying Sarah and then I object to the wedding, last minute and he marries me? Crystal, I'm not stupid."

"It happened," Crystal insisted. Cara rolled her eyes and glanced over at James who was starting to take a seat next to his younger brother on the far side of the room.

"Crystal," Cara said, skeptically, "Look at James--"she paused briefly, pointing directly at the curly-haired boy--"and look at me--"she paused again, pointing to herself--"Honey, it would never happen!"

"But it did!" Crystal shrieked, flailing her arms around her head. Cara narrowed her eyes at her.

"Crystal, you can't honestly expect me to believe you. I mean, Sarah crushing on James? Come on. She just doesn't seem like the type. Now, Lori..." Cara's voice trailed off as she smiled at the younger girl that passed.

"Hey, Lori," Crystal said politely, waving to her as she took a seat next to her sister Sarah, who was sitting on the other side of James.

"Now do you believe me?" Crystal asked, pointing as Sarah chatted animatedly with James.

"Tch," Cara said, "I bet she doesn't even know what he's interested in, or that he's played the drums for eight years, or that he's good at math, or that--" Cara tried to go on, but Crystal cut her off by slapping her hand over the older girl's mouth.

"Okay, you can stop now." Cara glared at Crystal, spitting into her palm and prompting the younger girl to pull her hand away with a loud shrieking sound.

"O...kay," Jeremy, the youth pastor, said as he entered into the youth room.

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AFTER CHURCH CARA DECIDED to approach James about their supposed engagement.

"Hey James," Cara said. James glanced around him and raised an eyebrow.

"No Lori this time?" He questioned. Cara ignored him and continued.

"Crystal tells me we're supposedly married." James' curious expression transformed to an amused one and he nearly choked as he burst into laughter.

"My sentiments exactly," Cara replied dryly.

"Where did she get an idea like that?" He asked between laughs. Cara sighed and shrugged.

"The same place she got the idea that Sarah kidnapped you and was going to force you to marry her, I suppose," she replied. James gasped for air and gripped Cara's shirt to steady himself as he doubled over and began to laugh again.

"Wow," he said, breathlessly, "I didn't think Crystal had it in her."

"Honestly," Cara said, "me either, but apparently Crystal can be very imaginative." James straightened and tried to catch his breath as an awkward silence, with plenty of mental tension, settled between them.

"Soooo," Cara said, staring down at her feet.

"Hm?" James asked, staring off at the far wall.

"What'd you and Sarah talk about?" Cara kicked at the carpet, nervously, afraid to look up at him.

"Not much, actually," James said, attempting to make polite eye contact as Cara nervously stared at her shoes.

"Anything interesting?" Cara asked, finally looking up. James chewed on his bottom lip, thinking.

"Not...really," he said. Cara pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Y'gotta give me more than that, James," She said.

"Why?" He questioned.

"Because I'm right," she said.

"But--"

"I'm right."

"She talked about the drums," he said with a shrug, "and writing." Cara stared at him for a moment before replying.

"What kind of writing?" she asked.

"I assume the same stuff you're into, poetry, short stories..." Cara's eyes widened and her face went pale.

"She writes?" she choked out.

"I...guess..." Cara hissed and gripped James' shoulders.

"She writes?!" She shrieked, shaking James frantically. James yelped and grabbed at her hands, attempting to remove them from his shoulders.

"That...hurts..." he said, wincing when her grip became tighter, "seriously you're gonna dislocate something." Cara took a deep, cleaning breath and slowly relaxed her hold on her favorite drummer.

"Ow," James said, massaging his shoulders. Cara's eye twitched and she grit her teeth.

"Writing..." she muttered, "thinks she can write..."

"Its not that big a deal," James said, noticing Cara's major freak out.

"NOT. THAT. BIG. A. DEAL?!" She shrieked, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Chill," James said. Cara took a few more deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself...it wasn't working.

"James," she said, a little too loud to be fully calmed down, "not everyone can write...that's why there are mocks and sporkings...and also fire, but that's still somewhat unrelated to the matter."

"And those are...?"

"Nevermind, James, just nevermind," Cara grumbled, "I need to go find Sarah."

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"CRYSTAL," Cara whined, "you still aren't making any sense!"

"I am too!" Crystal whined, "You and James are married, you don't remember it because they wiped your memory, and you freaked out about Sarah being a writer." Cara groaned loudly.

"Crystal, this story is getting old, just stop already." Crystal growled in frustration as she stood up and stomped off.

"What's her problem?" James asked, having witnessed the whole ordeal. Well, not the whole thing, but you get my drift.

"I have no idea," Cara said, watching her storm off and out of the youth room before turning to James, "Oh, hey...didja get my text?"

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Notes: I don’t remember if this was ever finished.