I Know You Love Me

"Then I was like, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself--"

"Should we tell Justin?" I cut Chaz off.

"What does that have to do with my story, sweetheart?" Chaz had me in his arms, stroking the side of my face.

"Nothing...I'm sorry," I smiled. "I was just wondering if we should tell Justin that we're going out..."

"Of course we should tell him, why not?"

"Because I didn't know if he would care or not," I said. It's not that it really mattered if Justin cared that we were going out or not. I just really didn't want anymore drama with anyone.

Chaz continued his story and I layed against his chest, soothed by the rising and falling that occured while he breathed into my hair.

I was so happy. I didn't want to go anywhere else, do anything else, all I wanted was to be here with my cute and wonderful, new boyfriend. He was too perfect for words. I couldn't think of one other person that I'd rather go out with.

"Earth to Shauna," Chaz squeezed me.

"Oh, what, sorry."

"I asked if you wanted to go down to the skate park?"

"What for?" I asked. "It's 6 o'clock already."

"Oh, sometimes the boys go down there to watch people skate. I thought maybe we could tell them who's going out with who." He winked at me.

"That would be awesome!" I grinned. I turned around and straddled him.

"Or we could just stay here," He pulled my face closer to his, slowly. My heart started pounding hard when I realized what was happening. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first kiss with Chaz and frankly, it turned me on.

He was kissing me slowly and I started to get a little impatient because I wanted him to kiss me fast. I wanted him to act like he was turned on too.

That's when he put his hands on either side of my face and pushed it off of his. I groaned. "We better get going, Shaun."

"But it's only," I looked at the clock on the wall. "Holy shit! 7?!"

He laughed. "We kissed for an hour, babe."

"It only seemed like 10 minutes, at most!" I grabbed my shoes and started putting them on. "They'll still be at the skate park, right?"

"Oh yeah, they're there until about 10."

"Sweet."

~~

When we got to the skate park, the boys were lined up on the edge of the 20 foot bowl watching some other kids do tricks of the sides.

"This is so cool," I looked in awe at the tricks some of the kids were doing. It was crazy the shit they could do. Blew my mind.

"I know, I love coming here." He took my hand and we went to sit down next to Justin, who was sitting at the end of the string of boys.

"Hey kids!" Justin looked at us and scanned over us, his gaze falling on our intertwined hands. "What's up with that?" He pointed at our hands.

"Um," I looked at Chaz. He thankfully took over.

"Justin, you're not gonna believe this." He told him the details of how he asked me out and how he wasn't expecting it but I actually said yes.

I watched the joy literally drain out of Justin's eyes. I didn't understand how he couldn't be happy for us. I got pissed off.

"What's wrong with you!" I frowned at Justin.

"What? Nothing!" He defended himself. "It's just weird to see my two best friends going out."

"Me and Christian aren't going out!" Ryan said, jokingly.

"Shut up, dude." Justin whipped his head around to watch the kids on skateboards.

"Chaz," I whispered into his ear.

"Don't," He paused. "Do that! I don't think you understand what it does to me." He awkwardly pulled up his legs so he could spread them. I blushed because I knew what he was talking about.

"Chaz, this is serious," I said, still whispering into his ear. "Why is Justin acting like he's pissed or something?"

"I don't know," He whispered back.

"Let's go get some drinks," I didn't whisper so Justin could hear me, then pulled Chaz up.

"What are you doing?" He asked when we got to the coolers that someone had in the back of a truck.

"You better tell me what's up with him." I pulled out a root beer for me. "What do you drink?"

"Same," He grabbed one so I didn't have to. "And Justin is...let's just say, he's a special case."

"And what's that supposed to mean? Does he hate me?"

"Why would he hate you?" He said. He pulled the cap off of the bottle.

"That's what I don't understand..." I said. I felt hurt. I didn't understand why Justin was being the way he was. I didn't understand why he looked so sad when we told him.

"Then don't think like that," Chaz pulled me into a hug. "He doesn't hate you."

The rest of the time at the skate park was uncomfortable. For all of us. Justin didn't even look at Chaz or me when we talked to him. He barely even said anything.

I didn't want to piss him off anymore, but I was determined to find out what was wrong with Justin.

Justin's Point of View

"Hey kids!" I called to Shauna and Chaz when they walked over. Then I noticed they were holding hands and I froze."What's up with that?" I managed to ask while pointing at their hands.

"Um," Shauna said, obviously not wanting to explain.

"Justin, you're not gonna believe this." Chaz said and dove into a story about how he asked Shauna out. Though I was half-listening. I couldn't believe Chaz did this after all the shit I told him. After letting him know that Shauna was my best friend and how jealous I was of her being with other guys.

"What's wrong with you!" Shauna snapped at me.

"What? Nothing!" I yelled back. And in effort to save myself I said, "It's just weird to see my two best friends going out."

"Me and Christian aren't going out!" Ryan said from beside me.

"Shut up, dude." I said to Ryan. What was his problem. Making jokes when I felt like this.

"Don't," Was the next thing I heard from Chaz. "Do that! I don't think you understand what it does to me." I almost gagged because I knew Shauna was whispering in his ear. It was always his weakness and he told me it turned him on like no other. Thinking about Shauna giving Chaz an erection kind of grossed me out.

"Let's go get some drinks," Shauna said after that and I knew they were going to talk about me. I didn't care though. I hope they knew I was pissed off at Chaz for stealing my best friend away. Both of my best friends.