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At fifteen
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Bailey is an average high school student. Jet isn't, he is only eighteen with a three year old daughter he has to take care of on his own. When Bailey runs into him one afternoon studying, she feels the need to help him out in any way she can. But when Jet developes feelings for her, and she only wants to be friends, will things take a turn for the worse?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,652 - Reviews: 8 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-21-13 - Published: 01-31-13 - id: 3097118
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Jet's {POV}

I stroked her back while she fell asleep. Bailey had been through a lot today, and the least I could do was comfort her. After everything she had done for me, I couldn't exactly leave. Her dark red hair was down and spiraling across my chest. Her eyes were closed, those beautiful eyes of hers. Her ivory skin was splotchy from crying, and her breathing was still ragged. But I don't think I had ever seen her so beautiful. My phone chirped and I looked at the caller ID. "Sup, JD?", JD was watching Ann and I hoped nothing had happened.

"Yo. Jet, Ann needs to use the bathroom. What the hell am I supposed to do?", he sounded worried, and from the echoes in the phone I could tell he was standing in the tiled bathroom.

"Jack, dude. Just sit her on the toilet and wipe her once shes done. Make sure she washes her hands, too. Just life her up so she can reach the faucet.", I was trying to talk silenty as not to wake up Bailey.

"Gross, man. I have to wipe her butt? She just pooped, do I have to use the wet wipes?", I almost burst out laughing. JD was a skater boy and did nothing but smoke weed and get a new girl every night. Not the best babysitter, but if anything happened to Ann... lets just say it wouldn't happen.

"Yes, first use the wet wipes, and then the toilet paper to dry her. Make sure shes all clean. And brush her teeth. Gently, I have the brush and toothpaste in the toothbrush holder.", I listed all he had to do to get Ann ready for bed, then hung up.

After awhile, Bailey was completely asleep and I was about ready to fall asleep. I was deciding between staying and leaving. If I stayed and she woke up, thing might be weird. But if I left, well... I didn't want to leave. I fell asleep with my hand rested on her hip and the sound of her breathing.

The next morning I woke up to Bailey sitting up. She rubbed her eyes like a child, and her hair was a mess. Her eyes widened when she saw that she had slept on me last night.

"Oh my God!", she rushed up and tried to straighten up her hair by pulling it into a pony tail.

"Sorry, I fell asleep before I could leave. Rough night, I guess.", the previous night dawned on her. She fell back onto the couch and blanched.

"Oh yeah, that. Thanks by the way. For saving my ass. Literally.", she finished with a weak smile. I nodded, and looked at my watch. 9:23, probably should be leaving.

"I've gotta go, Bailey. If you need anything -", anything "- then all you need to do is ask me.", I really was looking forward to more time with Bailey. I don't have a clue why, but my heart sky rocketed the first time I saw her. With her wild red hair and awkward persona. I stood up and she escorted me to the door. "Well, bye. See you around.", I smiled as best as I could.

"See you too, Jet. Tell Ann I said hello.", she next did something I didn't expect. Bailey got on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. I tried to hide the blush that was rapidly climbing up my neck. I obviously didn't hide it well enough and she giggled. "Bye."

Okay, this was not how I exactly wanted things to pan out. But I'm good with it. Jet got his excitement for the day ;) and so did I writing this, lol. Well any-hooo! I would to get some feed back, crtique would be great. Thanks to everyone who has given me support on writing this, and tell me if I should continue writing my story "Bleeders" check it out if you haven't already. Oh, and so sorry for the use of "fuck" so much in the last chapter I think. And also the rude suggestions. Well toodles ya'll!

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