A.N. Hello there! :D

First and foremost, if you're new, this is the sequel to Double Play. If you hadn't read that, you probably won't understand the prologue. But if you don't want to read that, then you could just start from the first chapter where I'd do some re-explaining (:

Secondly, I'm not going through the whole summer. I'm just writing parts of the summer so I hope that clears things out. If not, this prologue really wouldn't make much sense to you. After James' answer to the question, there's that short introduction of what they do during their summer and then there's the parts. Title, POV and then the short story. The lines break the parts. So yep! (:

I hope you like it!

Prologue

A Summer Full of You

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James' Point Of View

What is it like to fall in love?

Falling in love is possibly the craziest thing that could ever happen to you.

You'd never see it coming, and you'd never see it when it goes either.

It comes to you when you're unaware, when you're definitely unprepared.

You wouldn't even have the slightest clue when it was already in you. You would just go on, thinking that nothing was out of place and that everything is okay.

That is, until something happens.

It could be that maybe she spoke to you, or your hands accidentally brush against each other. Or maybe, even a kiss.

You'd realize something's amiss then and you'd start searching around for an answer as to why things just felt odd.

And that's when you'd find it.

You'd look up, alarmed just as it makes its presence before you.

It'll give you a mischievous smile, one that taunted you and laughed at you all the same time.

It'll then run straight at you and slam into you before you could even tell it to stop or to just make sense of what was going on.

It'll come to you at a sudden force that would make you stagger with surprise. You'd blink repeatedly and wonder what had just happened to you and you still wouldn't know.

You'd look around for a while and try to figure it out, but when you can't, you would just shrug it off and let it be, thinking that maybe it was just an imagination or that you just lacked enough sleep.

Everything would go crazy from then on.

You can't stop thinking of her. You can't get out the sound of her breezy laughter, her melodious voice, the way her smile looked like and even the way her hair blew in the wind.

You'd find yourself craning your neck in the school hallways just to catch a glimpse of her and when you do, you'd just turned into an idiot who stares or blabbers stupidly.

Sometimes, you'd try to shove it all away, thinking that there was no way some chick could control you the way she had somehow managed to. You'd try to ignore every single detail about her that you just can't seem to miss no matter how hard you try.

But it'll be utterly hopeless.

You'd find yourself gravitating towards her helplessly, just wanting to be around her or to catch the sound of her voice.

It was almost like physical pain when she wasn't near you, or when you didn't see her for just a day or when you didn't manage to hear her voice.

It's worse when you see her with someone else, even though you know they might be just friends. You'd have this overwhelming urge to just want to shove away that asshole and tell him to get lost.

And then you'd start hating yourself.

You'd shake your head and yell curses at yourself for being such a fool.

You're supposed to be a man. You're strong. And yet you're wrapped around a girl's finger.

She could just call out your name and you'd come running as though your life depended it.

It was ridiculous but you couldn't do anything about it.

You'd feel awful next.

She was so close and yet so far.

You wanted her all to yourself. You just wanted to hold her, to feel her skin against yours.

But she isn't yours.

You'd start wishing for insane things.

Maybe you'd want to be her best friend just so that you could be around her every single day. Or maybe you wouldn't even mind being her pet dog.

You'd no longer know what you're doing because you're so overwhelmed by the feelings that you have for her.

You'd try to hate her for doing it to you, but you just can't.

And then there's that moment.

Maybe you got so sick of it that you got the courage to walk up to her and just tell her that 'Yes, I do like you' or maybe you just got so crazy, that you screamed it out to someone else and she overheard.

You'd freeze in your spot, your heart pounding hard, your hands turning clammy as you watched her, anticipating for her reaction.

This is it.

She could say no and everything would be over, or she could say yes.

I like you too.

Those words had never sounded so lovely, so life changing until she utters it.

Your heart would feel as though it had exploded. You would be so overjoyed that you would just want to scream like a fucking psycho.

You'd wonder why you were still exactly the same with the exception of that huge grin that has plastered itself over your face.

You would think that you would be glowing with all the happiness but for some crazy reason, you weren't. You were still exactly the same.

That moment would still be the precious of it all to you even after all the weeks, months or even years.

The moment that she told you she likes you too.

But words did no justice to the real experience itself. It did no justice to love.

Because falling in love, is indescribable.

Falling in love is a journey that you had to experience on your own.

Falling in love could be the best thing in the whole goddamned world that could happen to you.

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James Dawson & Eliza Grey

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They were inseparable.

Apart from the days where he had soccer practices, the days she had to spend with her family and the days where they just hanged out with their own groups of friends, they spent every single day of summer vacation with one another.

She would take the bus every morning that would lead her to his house. He had offered countless of times to pick her up but she had refused every single time, telling him to get more rest and that she didn't mind taking the bus.

They spent all the time getting to know each other even more and over time, their relationship became even stronger.

And nothing could come in between them.

Key

Eliza's Point Of View

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Self-consciously, I pressed the doorbell and ran my fingers through my hair nervously.

I heard the muffled footsteps as the person on the other side of the door approached right before it clicked open.

"Hey," I smiled at Jenny.

"Good morning," she smiled at me as she stepped aside like she always did to allow me to slide past her and into the house.

"We're going out today, Jen," James told her, appearing behind her.

He shot me a smile before he reached over to kiss her sister on the forehead. He slid past her and reached for me, cupping my chin and tilting my face upwards so that he could press his mouth against mine.

"I'll see you later," he murmured as he turned to Jenny, smiling at her before he pulled me with him down the steps and towards his car.

"Hey, James," Jenny called out as he started unlocking his car door while I walked to the passenger's side.

"Yeah?" he asked, his had still on the handle of the car as he looked up at her.

"You might as well make a house key for her," Jenny laughed, "Or just ask her to move it, while you're at it."

James turned to glace at me and I averted my gaze away, feigning sudden interest at the back wheels of the car as I felt my cheeks burning up.

He laughed as he turned back to Jenny, "Maybe I will."

Accidentally Discovered

James' Point Of View

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"James," she laughed, "Stop that."

"What?" I laughed along with her as she squirmed from her spot on my bed with me hovering over her, "This?"

I ran my fingers lightly across her stomach and she swatted my hand away, shooting me a look.

"Okay, fine," I laughed before I leaned closer to her, pressing my mouth against hers briefly.

She reached up and knotted her fingers in my hair, smiling softly as she met my eyes.

"Do you think we'll ever get sick of this?" she murmured, her fingers playing with the locks of my hair.

"Sick of what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She bit her lip, "This," she shrugged.

I leaned in and pressed my mouth against hers again, slowly deepening the kiss.

I pulled back once we were both gasping for air, using my free hand that I wasn't supporting my weight with to caress her cheek, "This?"

"Uh huh," she breathed, sliding her hands to my chest.

"I doubt I will," I laughed, pressing my lips to her cheek, "Yet, at least."

She shot me a look, "You're a jerk, you know that, right?"

"But you still love me, nevertheless," I smirked.

I didn't give her a chance to reply me as I pressed my mouth to hers again.

She smiled against my lips as she kissed me back.

I didn't stop this time round and just kept going, feeling myself slip once more as she captivated me.

I wondered if she knew that she pretty much had me under her complete control by now as she wrapped her legs around mine.

She gasped as she pushed me away, pulling my shirt off of me.

I pressed my mouth eagerly against hers once more, slipping my hand underneath her shirt.

She slid her hands around me, pulling me closer to her as she began to trace her fingers down my back lightly.

She gasped when I slowly slid my hand further up her shirt, past her stomach.

We would have kept going if a sudden not-so-subtle cough caused both of us to jump apart.

I pulled away from her to stand by the foot of my bed as she hurriedly straightened her shirt.

"Sorry," Glen murmured, reaching back to awkwardly rub his neck as he stood by the door, "I should have knocked."

I grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it back on swiftly.

"Glen," I breathed, my heart still pumping fast in shock, "When'd you get here?"

"I just did," he cleared his throat.

"Well, uh, why'd you want to see me?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that he had just walked in on me and Liz, "I just came back to grab some of Jen's stuff. She told me to remind you about dinner."

"Right," I nodded, "Thanks."

He nodded in response and cleared his throat awkwardly before he slipped out of the door, pulling it close behind him.

I turned back to Liz, running my fingers through my hair as I figured out what to say to get over the discomfort.

"Dinner?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I replied, shrugging, "Jen wanted to have dinner with me tonight. Only the two of us. Something about sister and brother time."

"That's great," she smiled as she slid off my bed, picking her bag up from its spot by my bedside table.

She closed the distance between us and tiptoed to press her lips against mine momentarily.

"I should go," she smiled as she pulled back.

She walked past me and headed for the door without giving me a chance to say anything more.

I blinked for a moment until her words slowly registered to me.

"Why are you going?" I asked, bewildered as I turned around and followed her to the door.

She glanced at me over her shoulder and laughed, "I can't always be around you, James. You'd get sick of me."

"I won't," I protested just as she reached the door.

I grabbed her hand and eased her against the door, standing right in front of her so that she couldn't bolt.

I pressed my mouth against hers urgently, cutting off whatever she had to say.

"You can't make me change my mind just by kissing me, James," she laughed breathlessly as she dropped her hands to my waist.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked, pressing my mouth against hers once.

She laughed against my lips but didn't complain. I pulled her bag off her shoulder slowly without breaking the kiss.

"James," she sighed when she pressed her hand to my chest, pushing me back but the smile was evident on her features.

"Just give me a few more minutes," I murmured before I pressed my mouth eagerly against hers again.

She sighed once more but draped her arms over my neck as I knotted my fingers in her hair.

James' Point Of View

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"James!"

"Dude, finally!"

"Yo, what's up, captain?"

I laughed as I sauntered over to them, allowing them to slap me on the back and slipping my hand into Matt's as he offered it to me.

He simultaneously pulled me into a hug, tapping me on the back.

"For a second there, I thought you weren't coming," Matt laughed as he pulled away.

I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head.

"James, head's up," Brandon yelled just as he threw the soccer ball in my direction.

I managed to grab it just before it could hit me in the stomach.

Matt had invited me countless of times to play soccer with the team just for the sake of extra practice and for the fun of it.

But every single time that he asked me, I would say no because as corny as it sound, I wanted to spend it with Liz.

I figured that the practices that we had in school was enough to suffice and that they didn't need me to be around.

However, Liz had been there the last time Matt called me, asking me to come along for yet another extra practice. It had became harder to reject Matt as he tried to persuade me relentlessly and when Liz threatened to just stop coming over for the rest of the summer because she didn't want me to neglect my friends just because of her, it didn't really leave me much of a choice but to go.

"Seriously, dude. We know that you're serious about her," Matt murmured as he walked by my side, "But you haven't been hanging out with us ever since you started dating her. That's like one month."

I laughed as I ran my fingers through my hair.

Has it really been that long?

Huh. When was our anniversary anyway?

A sudden thought occurred to me then and I stopped in my track while Matt just continued on walking towards the rest of the guys.

"Hey, Matt, what's the date today?" I asked, frowning in thought.

"It's the… seventh, I think," he told me, not bothering to turn and look at me.

The seventh…

"Oh, fuck," I muttered to myself when it struck me.

It has been one month.

Today was our one month anniversary and I forgot all about it.

"Hey Matt," I called out, hiking the strap of my bag pack further as I began taking steps backwards, "I'm going to go."

At the sound of my words, the gazes of pretty much all of the guys snapped back to me.

"But you just got here," Matt protested.

"I know and I'm sorry. But I really have to go," I told him, "I promise I'll play with you guys the next time."

Matt shot me a look, "If you don't, I will kill you."

I laughed but nodded just before I turned around and sprinted back to my car.

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I took a deep breath as I reached up to press the doorbell.

A few seconds later, I could hear footsteps, the clicking of the lock just before the door swung open.

It was Liz.

She made a double take before she reached out, pressing her hand against my cheek, "James? Why are you here? And why are you… panting?"

"I just remembered," I said between gasps, "That today is our one month anniversary."

She watched me for a moment before she shook her head and scoffed in disbelief, "So, you ditched all of your friends just because you remembered?"

I just nodded my head in response as I struggled to return my breathing to normal.

She laughed, "Okay. I'm glad that you remembered, but go. Stop ditching them because of me."

She slid her hand off my cheeks and spun me around, pushing me down the pathway slightly.

I turned back to her, "I promised them I would play with them the next time. Today's ours."

Before she could protest, I slid my hand around her neck, pulling her to me and kissed her.

I pulled the small box silver out of my jeans pocket as I pulled away from her.

"Here," I murmured, pulling her hand upwards and dropping the box into it, "Open it."

She stared down at the box before she looked up, surprised, "Why'd you…," she trailed off.

"Just open it," I prodded.

I wished like hell that she liked it. If she didn't, I would probably have to run across malls again just to find another one that seemed remotely perfect.

And I was panting enough as it is.

God. Malls are huger than they actually seem to be.

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Eliza's Point Of View

I pulled the ribbon off the box slowly and uncapped it to find myself staring at what could easily be the most beautiful bracelet that I have ever seen.

It had tiny silver intricate heart pendants along with bells that ring in a sweet, melodious tone at the slightest touch.

"Oh gosh," I breathed, staring down at it, transfixed.

"Do you like it?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I murmured, still in a state of shock as I looked up at him, "It's beautiful."

"Good," he smiled, taking the box away from me and pulling the bracelet out.

He stuffed the box into his pocket before he reached for my hand and wrapped it around my wrist. I watched as he fastened the lock before allowing it to hang loosely around my hand.

"Now no asshole can take you away from me," he laughed, "You're officially mine."

"So, it's like a dog tag?" I asked him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he murmured and I shoved him.

"I'm kidding," he laughed, pulling me right back to him.

He ran his thumb slowly around my cheeks and mesmerized me with his eyes, "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary," I smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."

"You don't have to," he smiled in return, "I already have you. I don't need anything else."

He closed the distance between our mouths and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me.

Television

James' Point Of View

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"Oh god," she flinched as the killer slashed the throat of the girl and the blood began to drip, "Can we please don't watch this?"

"Fine," I laughed as I picked up the remote and flicked through the channels until I found one that wasn't either too boring or too common.

She leaned back comfortably against me once more and I propped my chin on her head.

We were in my room just watching the television. She was sitting in between my legs with her back against me as I wrapped my arms loosely around her waist.

"Aren't you exhausted after the girls' night? You only got home at what? Midnight?" I asked after a few long minutes of just watching the show.

I waited for a while for her response but she didn't.

"Liz?" I prodded.

I carefully moved myself sideways so that I could look at her.

I laughed softly to myself when I found out that she way ahead on me on the issue. She was already fast asleep.

I kissed her forehead before I rest her against me properly again, pulling the covers up to her neck. I reached for the remote and switched the television back to the movie with the murderer and continued watching it, glad that I didn't miss much of it.

I could really get used to this.

James' Point Of View

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"Hey," I smiled just as she closed the door behind her.

She dropped her bag by the foot of my bed and clambered to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she buried her face against my chest.

Instinctively, I wound my arms around her waist.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

She shook her head against my chest.

"I just want you to hold me," she murmured, her voice muffled by my shirt.

"I'll hold you all day if it makes you feel better," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her hair.

James Dawson : Jealously

Eliza's Point Of View

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I watched him as he made his way back towards the shore, somehow managing to catch the attention of all the girls that were a few feet around.

I laughed in disbelief to myself before I settled back against the tree comfortably and went back to reason my book.

I could almost feel him approaching from the way all the gazes followed him.

He grabbed my book and dropped it over my bag, "Aren't you going to swim?"

"Nope," I told him, grabbing my book from where he had placed it and began flipping for my page.

"Aw, come on, Liz," he murmured, nudging me.

I grabbed the towel by my bag and handed it to him wordlessly, keeping my eyes on the paragraph as I began reading through it once more.

He laughed but took it nevertheless and began drying his hair.

"If you want a girl to swim with you," I murmured, "Ask one of those fifty girls who've been drooling over you."

From the corner of my eye, I watched him scan the crowd while the girls shamelessly continued to check him out.

"Maybe I will," he told me.

"Mm- Wait, what?" I looked up from my book, my eyes widening in surprise.

He laughed as he scooted closer to me, "Aw, don't me jealous, Liz. I'm only giving them what they want."

I narrowed my eyes on him prompting him to laugh even more.

He pulled my book away from me again and placed it on my bag once more.

"James," I warned as I reached for my book again.

"Don't disturb you during a good book. Yeah, I know," he laughed as he grabbed my hand that was reaching out for my book and intertwined our fingers together, "Give me ten minutes."

I laughed as he dripped seawater all over me as he pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against mine.

Eliza Grey : Silent Attention

James' Point Of View

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I watched her as she waited for me, clasping her hands together as she crossed her ankles.

I averted my gaze towards the other corner of the diner by the bar and watched as a couple of jackasses glanced at her once more before they turned and began murmuring something to one another.

I crossed my arms as I walked over to her.

She smiled once she noticed me approaching, unaware of the attention that she was receiving.

"Are you done?" she murmured as she stood up.

"Wait," I called out as she started for the door.

She turned back to me and was about to ask me what was going on but I cut her off by pressing my mouth to hers.

She kissed me back but I could tell that she was bewildered.

"What's going on?" she asked, raising an eyebrow once I pulled away.

I shook my head, "It's nothing. Let's go."

I glanced at the group of jackasses who were now eyeing another girl.

She didn't need to know that a few guys were checking her out and I didn't like the fact that they did.

What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

James Dawson : Loyalty

Eliza's Point Of View

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I watched as a pair girls slipped into the booth, taking my spot.

They were, as far as I knew, definitely his type.

They were ridiculously pretty with their blond hair and short dresses.

I bit my lower lip uncertainly as I watched them.

James seemed completely indifferent as he laughed and spoke with them while they flirted shamelessly.

I carefully walked over to them, unsure of what to do.

He looked up and smiled once he spotted me.

"Are you done?" he murmured to which I nodded.

"It was nice to meet you," he murmured to them before he wrapped his arm around my waist, securing me to him.

I could feel the eyes of those two girls burning into me but I couldn't help but to smile at myself.

The Reason Why

James' Point Of View

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"Hey, James?" she murmured from her spot next to me, her legs intertwined with mine underneath the sheets.

"Yeah?" I murmured, keeping my eyes on the television.

"Why do you like me?" she asked, turning slightly in my direction.

I turned over to meet her gaze, "I love you, remember?"

She shot me a look, "Just answer the question."

I laughed as I reached for the remote, switching off the television. I pushed myself off of the bed to sit in front of her, taking her face in my hands.

"Must I have a reason to love you?" I murmured.

She scoffed, "That's still avoiding."

"I'm not!" I laughed as I slid my hands around her neck, "How about I tell you when I figure it out?"

She scoffed but couldn't help but to smile as she pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're such a liar," she breathed into my ear, "You'll forget all about it as soon I leave."

I laughed as I dropped my mouth to her neck, "Aw, do you really think I'm that awful?"

"Yeah, that's about it," she told me.

I pulled back and shot her a look.

She tried to suppress her smile but failed miserably as she slid her hands back onto my cheek, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

"Better?" she asked softly once she pulled back.

"Yeah," I murmured, "As long as you're with me."

A.N. Hey you! :D

I love the fact that you got this far. Unless you just skipped the whole story which wouldn't make sense O.o

ANYWAY,

Took me long enough, eh?

Did you miss me? :P

Okay, there's a catch. I planned the sequel for at least three times so far but they all just won't do. I have to re-plan it once more to make it as good as i possibly can. And not confusing.

BUT, i'm going overseas for a week and even though i have internet access there, i can't actually write because then it wouldn't be much of a vacation. Besides, i haven't even planned it.

Okay, now i know you're probably glaring at your computer screen going, "You made us wait for two months and now you're going to take at least more than a week to start on it?"

And really, i don't blame you. I'm such a horrible author. I didn't even realize i took two months. *cries*

IN MY DEFENSE, i had exams and then i went on to do my NaNoWriMo so i didn't really had the time.

Now you're probably going, "You and your excuses." No?

But please forgive me? *gives you the puppy eyes and opens up my arms for a hug*

If you hug me back, i take it that you forgive me, if you don't then... Awww. I said i'm sorry D: *cries*