{AHHHH COLTON HAYNES <3 i seriously spent about twenty minutes looking at pages upon pages of colton haynes. he's so pretty. i'd like to have baby with his cheekbones... take that as you will.}

thursday, june 16
it’s the last day of school! thank god. to celebrate, jimmy is throwing an open-house party while his parents are out of town.

read danielle's story first: http://www.polyvore.com/you_can_blow_what_left/set?id=32730838

I stared blankly at the floor as Joey's a*shole of a brother, Franky, walked away laughing before turning on my heel and walking out of the room in the opposite direction. I suddenly had no desire to be here, no desire to ever speak to Franky again, and, quite frankly, Joey and I needed to have a talk.

As an afterthought, I tugged my dress. It really was pretty short.

As I passed her in the hall, Rosie grabbed my arm. She was, clearly, pretty drunk. "Chelseaaa, babyyyyy," she slurred, giggling. "You need to chill out and just have a drink, honeyyyyy."

I frowned. "Have you seen Joey?" I asked, ignoring her attempts to shove a cup into my hands.

"Joeyyy? Why would you bring him to a party? I don't think--Ohmygod! Are you two dating? That's so cute!"

"Will you keep it down?" I told her. She was practically shouting.

"I haven't seen him!" she replied.

"Well, don't drink too much more, Rosie."

"Yeah, thanks, Chels. Bye!"

It was all I could do to stifle a giggle as she teetered off in the direction of the backyard, boyfriend in tow.

I felt a hand on my waist and turned to meet to Joey's eyes, his face just inches from mine.

Joey kissed my cheek. "You know," he told me, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "I'm beginning to think that you bringing me to a high school party was probably a bad idea."

"Can we talk, Joey?" I asked him.


"Somewhere, er, not here? Somewhere quieter?" I added.

Joey grinned, smiling wide. "Of course." He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. There were plenty of open doors lining the hallway, but Joey walked us down to one at the end of the hall, closing the door behind us.

I turned around, opening my mouth to speak, but, as soon as I did so, Joey had me up against the wall, his tongue shoved down my throat. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't push him off of me; he was considerably stronger than I was, and even more so when he really wanted something.

Finally, he must have sensed something was wrong and backed up, his eyes hazy. "What's wrong, Chels?" he asked.

"When I said I wanted to talk," I mumbled, "this isn't what I had in mind."


"I actually wanted to talk."

He frowned. "Oh." His hand lingered in mine, skimming over my fingers and my palm. "What is it?"

I paused, biting my lip. "Did you-- How does-- Why did--"

"Just spit it out, Chels," Joey said, laughing softly.

"Did you tell Franky about my scars?" 

His laughter stopped instantly and the smile faded from his eyes. "What?"

"Did you tell Franky about my scars?" I repeated, not meeting his eyes.

"He knows?"

"Well, he asked if I was still cutting myself, so, yeah, I'm assuming he does. You don't just ask someone that kind of thing."

"Franky does."

"Clearly, Joey!" I replied, throwing up my hands. "What if he tells someone?"

"He was probably just bluffing, Chels. You know he just says things to get a rise out of people. That's just how he is."

"So you didn't tell him?"

Joey pulled in close to him, kissing my cheek. "Of course not. Your secret is safe with me."

Against my better judgment, I kissed him softly. "Okay."

"Just one more thing..." he said.


"What are we, Chelsea? Are we friends? Are we dating? Is it more complicated than that?" he asked.

I frowned. "I don't know, J. I don't know if I can give you an answer that you would like."

"Then wait until Saturday?"

"What's Saturday?" I asked.

"Will you go to prom with me?"

"I feel like this is a little backwards. I'm the one in high school, J. Shouldn't I be the one doing the asking?"

"I believe the correct answer, Chelsea, is, 'Why, yes, I'd love to go to prom with you, Joey.'"

"Why would I even want to go to prom?"

Joey grinned. "Because you're a shoo-in for prom queen. And you've already got a prom dress. And it'd be an excuse for me to be close to you all night."



read it: dream on.

er... sorry 'bout the sudden ending. i've found myself watching old american idol performances and i'm sufficiently distracted.
also. i was calling joey "danny" on accident for most of this story. i have no clue why.

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