Hey, just wanted to clear something up that a reviewer told me. In the last chapter, I accidentally said that the doodles that Andrew drew in his Calculus class were named Cade and Jaclyn. It was supposed to be Andrew and Jaclyn. I'm sorry for any confusion. Thanks to my reviewer for pointing it out, you were right, I was still on Cade mode haha :P On with the story...


Jaclyn:

Andy hung up the phone before I could say anything more. I was so excited, after six months of being by myself, I would finally be able to see him!

I live in an apartment in New Haven, Connecticut. It's actually a pretty nice place. Modernly yet finely furnished, it's got a living room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen. There's a laundry room on the downstairs floor of the apartment building. I'm a freshman at Yale University, and currently top of my class. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: nerd much? But nah, it's not like that. My brain just works fast and can comprehend and apply things easily. I've always been this way, and in some ways, it was a good thing, but in others, it was a bad thing. It was a good thing because I actually got to skip the sixth grade because I already knew the entire curriculum. And I've always been put in Honors and AP classes. But the bad thing was that ever since sixth grade, I've had to be in a different grade than Andrew, my best friend. It was alright for a while, because we could still see each other sometimes during school and all the time after school. But this year was different. I had just turned 18 and was already off to college in Connecticut, leaving my best friend of 10 years back in Florida by himself. I felt awful for the first month, because we would always talk on the phone and complain to each other about how we felt so alone without each other. But then Andrew started hanging out more with his jock friends and getting more cheerleader girlfriends and such. I mean, he had always been friends with them but they never really hung out too much, because he was always with me. But soon after, I got a boyfriend too. His name is James. He's the sweetest, kindest, most generous guy I've ever met, next to Andrew. But basically, Andrew and I had been growing apart in the last six months, and I was so glad to know that he would be coming to see me this weekend.

After Andrew had hung up, I received a text from James. Hey babe, it aight if I come over? It read. I replied with a quick 'yes' and hurried into my bedroom to change into something a little more presentable than my tank top and sweatpants. I mean, it isn't as if I cared how James saw me, because by now, he knew pretty much everything about me and had seen me in almost every outfit possible. I just wanted to look better for the sake of looking better.

After changing into a V-neck thin white sweater and dark blue skinny jeans with my nude colored flats, I applied a little bit of mascara and lip gloss, then went into the kitchen to get some food made for James and I to snack on. Knowing him, he would probably enter my apartment, announce his arrival like a king, run to my kitchen, and ransack my fridge. Then he would move on to the pantry, finish up, turn to me, and demand more food. James isn't fat, though. If you take his shirt off, despite his thick layer of muscle, you can see his ribs poking through when he stretched. But it wasn't noticeable when he was relaxed, all you could see were the abs and the skin. There really wasn't too much fat, just enough to support the muscle. Okay, okay, I apologize for giving you insight into my boyfriend's anatomy. It won't happen again…maybe…

Feeling lazy, I just melted some cheese onto some Ritz crackers, took out a bag of Lays regular potato chips, grabbed a full-size bag of baby carrots from the fridge, and got out a couple juice pouches and cans of Coke and Sprite. That should suit him fine for a while.

James got to my apartment five minutes later. He knocked once on the door before I opened it to see him in all of his brown-haired, blue-eyed, fully-muscled, half-naked body. Yes, I said half-naked, because James, of all times, chose to show up at my apartment with no shirt on in the middle of winter. Yeah, I know, like, WAAHT IS THAT BOY DOIN? And then, ABKL;DJKSKBDBJ;JSIJ;'SHJIE, because damn that boy is hot. So you know how I said I wouldn't give you any more insight on his anatomy? I take that back. This boy, the totally hot sex god standing in front of me, with his six-pack and chiseled and toned chest, was the most beautiful thing on the planet right about now. My mouth was left open in awe at the sight. It's not like I haven't seen him shirtless before, so I don't know why I reacted the way I did. Something seemed different, but I couldn't tell what it was.

James leaned in and gently used his index finger to close my still-open mouth. Then he took a step forward so I could practically feel his heartbeat through my shirt. His mouth was close to my ear, and I felt the warmth of his breath as he whispered in my ear. "I'm here, darlin. Where's the food?" Leave it to James to ask for food. I gulped and stepped away, then pointed at the coffee table in the living room that was covered in food and drinks, as he laughed and walked towards the sofa. I followed and once we were seated, with James's face in a bag of chips, I playfully punched him on the arm. "What is wrong with you, not wearing a shirt and everything, aren't you COLD?" I asked. "Ouch." He said playfully, rubbing his arm. "But nah, I'm not cold. Plus, if I got cold, I could always cuddle with you, right?" He said, putting his arm around me. I shoved him away. "Seriously, James, it's the middle of winter in Connecticut, you'll catch a cold, if not freeze to death." I said, my face filled with concern. Then I realized what was different about him. It was just a tan. "Wait, how'd you get so tan babe? You go to a tanning booth or something? Or some vacation? Is that why you always said you were busy and couldn't hang out?" I asked, laughing jokingly. It was probably just in my head, but I thought I saw his eyes widen for a second. But then he smiled and chuckled a little, then said, "Actually, yeah, I went to California. It was for my dad's business, you know, since I have to take it up soon and all that crap. I wanted to take you along but the only thing I was going to be doing was sitting in meetings, so I knew you wouldn't have fun. I'm sorry for not telling you, babe, I was just trying not to make you feel disappointed." If you were in meetings, then how come you're so tan? I couldn't help but think that to myself, but I figured that he had some reason. I didn't want to pry. "Okay, thanks for caring about how I would feel." Was all I could say in response. "Of course, babe." He said as he pulled me into his chest. He was warm, and I cuddled up to him, grabbed the TV remote, and turned the TV on to the basketball game. Chicago Bulls vs. Indiana Pacers. James and I were both into basketball, and we liked to place bets. My money was on the Bulls, and James's on the Pacers. We always disagreed on teams, but it was better that way because I was the one who usually got the money. Haha. Okay, maybe we didn't bet money. It was more like massages and kisses. Typical couple stuff.

It was finally Saturday. I had spent the past two days with James, trying to pass time and trying to forget about Andrew's coming visit. But now I was anxious, wondering if Andrew would get annoyed with me for some reason, or if he had changed at all. Maybe he wouldn't like me anymore? Maybe he would like his cheerleader chicks better? My palms were sweating as I pulled up to the airport terminal. I don't really know why I was such a nervous wreck. I mean, for god's sake, he was my best friend! But I couldn't help it. I missed him so much, and I hadn't seen him in what felt like forever. Finally, I saw his curly brown head peek through the airport exit, followed by the rest of his lean, muscular body. The captain of the football team would of course have muscles. Duhh. I got out of the car and started running towards him. When he saw me, he dropped his suitcase and started jogging towards me too. It was like a cliché moment in a movie, really. When we met, He lifted me up with his strong arms around my waist and twirled me around, my arms tight around his neck, holding on as if he would leave me again. I missed him so, SO much. I finally had my best friend back. It was like hugging my other half.

We probably looked like psychos to everyone else at the airport, but whatever. The feeling of hugging him was worth the creepy and pondering stares of hobos and other assortments of people. I got Andrew's suitcase, much to his dislike, put it in the trunk, and started driving to my apartment. He had told me that he had made reservations in a hotel nearby, but I refused to let him stay in some dinky hotel room. I told him that he would stay with me as long as he didn't mind sleeping in the same bed as me, because I actually didn't have a sofa bed. Of course he didn't mind, because we've been best friends for a decade now, and we were as close as ever. By now, all of my anxiousness had disappeared and we were back to normal. It felt right. And I'm going to make sure that Andrew's stay in New Haven was the best experience of his life.


Okay, soooo...two chapters in a day! This is probably a record. I just realized though that although I have spring break coming up, I'll be super busy and most likely won't get a chance to update too much. Maybe once if I get the chance. But because I wanted to apologize for that, I ditched the homework junk today and wrote this with immalikeuboy for you guys. James is pretty much immalikeuboy's character. He's like her prized possession, so she'll be writing most of his parts. Just a heads-up in case you wanted to find a way to tell the difference between our writing. Maybe if you're good at catching little details, you can tell? I don't know, I got a pm saying that someone couldn't tell the difference. I hope that's a good thing, so there's not too much variation, but I'm just putting that out there for you guys to see. Just in case. :)

I apologize for the short chapter. I know most of my chapters are short anyway, because I really don't have enough patience to write more than 3 pages on a Word Document, haha :) But this one is only a little over two, sorry about that. I'll try to make the next chapter super long. Hopefully I'll be able to do it.

These first four chapters were just to introduce our characters. We're hoping for some actual plot to come through in the next few chapters. :)

Let me know what you think so far, drop a pm or a review. I just wanna know how things are turning out from the perspective of someone who doesn't already know the storyline by heart. :D Thanks again for everything, until next time... :D :D

Disclaimer: Neither I, nor immalikeuboy owns any part of Ritz, Lays, Coke, or Sprite. All credit goes to the makers and companies of each brand name.