Hey guys!

So sorry, you probably thought this was the next chapter, which, unfortunately, it is not. Well, not exactly.

I'm not really happy with this particular story, so I think I might be taking it down sometime soon. It just isn't really something I'm proud of and I guess I just don't really like it... at all... So it will probably be coming down. If you have any question/concerns/comments, I'd be happy to answer them! To the few fans I have, I'm really sorry! I'm just not really feeling it, and I'm not sure how to carry on with it, seeing as it kind of seems like a dead end.

But before this goes away, I'd like to thank you all for being there for me through this all, and I'm thankful for the friends I made with this. All your support was amazing and I'll love you forever for it. But this isn't goodbye, I'm still here!(: Just this story may not be..

And if you're still reading this, I'm very surprised because I don't know what to say and I'm basically just rambling now... Point is, TNFIL is a deadbeat and it's probably going away. BUT for those of you who might still care, this is what I have of chapter 17. And though it's not much, it may be all you get. :p

Chapter 17

Chocolate Cake

"What the hell?" I demanded, holding the towel tightly and backing away slightly. Shock briefly registered across Trevor's face before he averted his eyes, choosing to look at his feet. His cheeks flushed as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Er, I can see I've caught you at a bad time…"

"You think?" The sarcasm lacing my voice was enough to make him look up sharply. Thankfully his gaze didn't lower from my eyes.

"Well why would you be answering the door in—" Trevor stopped suddenly, his eyes widening. His mouth set in a hard line and he looked away. "None of my business." He dismissed the subject.

Oh my gosh… "You think I'm expecting… someone?" I asked sharply. His shrug confirmed my accusation and I raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Why, Trevor Allan Rushton, are you jealous?" I smirked and folded my arms.

"Jealous?" He sputtered, eyebrows furrowing cutely. I grinned and sat down casually on my bed. Just as I was about to tease him some more he looked at me curiously. "How did you know my middle name?"

"Read your journal," I reminded him under my breath, twisting to grab the T.V. remote from the bedside table. After all, I'd already spilled to him that I did, so what was the harm? It still made him mad though, apparently.

The anger faded quickly from his features and he suddenly just looked tired and wary. "Listen, Ari, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to make sure you were OK." I froze, my eyes still on the screen, but not seeing anything. Was he suggesting—was he worried about me? My heart skipped a beat at the thought of him coming all this way just to see if I was OK. But then… how did he know I was here anyway? Why didn't he just call?

"Because I kinda deleted your number from my phone… and I was too much of an ass to ask Amber for it…" he continued sheepishly. I must have asked those questions out loud.

"B-but how—"

"Do you remember when we ditched school, after the newspaper posted that article about me?" Trevor interrupted me, the last few words coming out in a huff.

"Yes, but what—"

"And we looked up songs on your laptop at your house?" I did remember, Red Hot Chili Peppers has been one of my favorite bands since.

"Well, yeah I guess but—"

"When you first opened your laptop, I saw a picture of this hotel. Then after your dad… well, you know. When you stayed at my house, you were sleep talking, or at least I think you were. You told me you'd always wanted to go to Texas," He said carefully.

My cheeks burned at the memory. He conveniently forgot to mention the fact that I also kissed him that night, but judging from the look on his face, I'm sure he remembered it. I thought I was asleep, I thought it was a dream. "Uh-huh…" I mumbled, suddenly fascinated with the bedspread beneath me.

Before Trevor could say another word, a polite voice sounded from the hall. It was so quiet I couldn't understand more than it was a boy's voice. Trevor's face hardened at the mysterious visitor but he stepped aside, stiffly.

A guy about Austin's age peered cautiously through the door, wheeling a cart with a tray ahead of him. My dessert! I had completely forgot I ordered a molten lava cake before Trevor showed up. At seeing my choice of attire, the guy's eyes widened and he whipped his head back to Trevor, then again at me. The guy focused on his shoes and pushed the cart in just enough that it wasn't blocking the doorway and stumbled out, muttering apologies the whole time.

I couldn't help but giggle at the flustered boy, biting my thumb in an attempt to stifle my laughter. Trevor eventually eased into a smile as well and poked his head in.

"Chocolate, huh?" He smirked, leaning against the door frame. I shrugged in reply and flounced over to my dessert, the sweet smell washing over me. I closed my eyes and sighed, smiling lightly. Trevor snickered at my reaction.

"Go away," I ordered, pointing at the open bathroom door and trying to hide a smile. Trevor grinned in relief and shut the bedroom door behind him, retreating into the bathroom.

I shook my head in disbelief. Trevor followed me to Texas? He had no way of knowing for sure this was where I even was, yet he came anyway. Despite myself, a smile crept on my face and my cheeks heated up. How amusing that he found me dripping wet and practically naked.

I found some decent clothing and dressed myself quickly, calling to Trev that he could come out now. He nodded appreciatively and stood awkwardly at the door. What now?

"Um, want some cake?" I offered with a slight smile. He nodded enthusiastically, glad to be rid of the awkward silence hanging in the air.

"I hope you don't mind that I just kind of… showed up." Trevor started, biting his lip.

I took a bite of the gooey chocolate cake sighed in satisfaction. Trev burst out laughing, and I looked sharply up at him.

"What?" I asked defensively, frowning.

"Oh nothing, just that you sound like you're seriously enjoying that cake…" He hid another fit of laughter behind a fake cough. When I glared at him he held his hands up in surrender. "Come on Ari, you moaned like some porn star when you got a piece of that," He laughed harder at his stupid pun. I, however, didn't find it very funny.

"Did not," I argued, turning away and crossing my arms stubbornly.

"Ok, whatever you say." He smirked and took a bite of my cake and moaned, imitating me. I groaned, if that's what I really sounded like… Well, then he had good reason to make fun of me.

I hit his arm and snatched the cake, placing it on my lap. "Hey!" Trevor exclaimed, reaching for it, but I easily swung the plate out of his grasp, giggling mischievously.

And that's all I have so far. And possibly ever...It didn't end on such a bad note, yeah? Well. I suppose there's a possibility that I'll add more to this... Anyway. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss Ari and Trev a little bit, but I'd also be lying if I said I'm OK with this and that I wanted to write more.

And so, without more adieu,

I LOVE YOU.