From Bad to Worse

(3:30 PM)

I woke up at about 3:30, or at least that's what Dylan's alarm clock read. I hear voices out in the living room. I hear Matty's, Jorel's, George's and Danny's. I hear Dylan speak up every now and then. I also hear Ashley. They are talking about me. I put my ear to the door and listen.

"Is Rachel up yet?" Ashley says.
"I don't know..." Mumbles Dylan. His voice low and slurred. He's probably been drinking.
"What happened while we were gone!?" Shouts Danny, with a defensive voice.
"Nothing, just your girlfriend is fucking devastated that your cheating on her! You don't treat her right Danny!" Dylan shouts back, even more defensive.
The room grows silent.
"I'm not cheating in her...that was my ex...you remember the red head from when we were in tour? It was her. She was the first girl I that ever showed interest in me...but, when I met Rachel...my whole world flipped. I saw her everywhere, she's so beautiful and intelligent. I love her and I never wanted to hurt her. I'm just gonna go..."

I burst out of the room, tears filled my eyes. I run up to Danny and give him a huge hug and a super passionate kiss. He, and the others, were surprised none the less, and Dylan was just spaced out. He kissed back. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"I heard everything Danny." And gave him another quick kiss.
"I love you...RACHEL..." And he kissed me again.

Jordon decided to be funny and go 'awwwwww!' The others did as well.

Dylan, just sat there and stared into his beer bottle. I looked over to him and smiled. He just stared at me. I stepped away from Danny and went to go make food. I was hungry from all the crying. I made a bowl of cereal. As I was eating I looked around for something to bake.

I have the I genius idea that will lift up everyone's spirits. I sneak into Dylan's room and get a tiny bit of his weed. I sneak back into the kitchen and with brownie mix. I get all the ingredients and get to work.

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Right before I put the brownies in, I randomly place the pot in half of the brownie mix I don't want "special" brownies, so ill just make the "special" ones for the guys, to lighten the mood.

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Jordon walks into the kitchen right after I take the brownies out and put the hot pan in the counter. I began to cut them. He excitedly sniffs around. He just realized what I did.

"I smell brownies, and weed!" He says like a kid in a candy shop. He jumps around.

I giggle and nod. "Yeah, i made them to lighten up the mood in the living room. you could cut the tension in there with a knife. i feel like its my fault."

He gave me a big hug. {Weird...I guess because he is like a big brother to me. I know he will always be there for me. What the Fuck is he doing?! He's rubbing my back. Well, I guess that's okay. He's just comforting me. I should tell him how I feel.}

"Hey Jordon?" I mumble, partially nervous. He grabs my cheeks with his soft hands. He lifts my head up to his and puts his forehead to mine. He then kisses my forehead.

"Yeah...Rachel..." He says with a pause between each word.
Something's wrong here. I feel something touch my leg, and I know EXACTLY what it is.

"Your super great...and your like a brother I've never had...I just wanted you to kn-!" I'm interrupted by Jordon angrily letting go of me and pushing me into the cabinet. My side slams into the corner of it, and i scream out in pain. He is pissed off! He looks at me with with pure hatred and anger. I don't know what I did, but he didn't seem to like it.

"What did I do?!" I stutter, clutching my side, still in severe pain.

"Brother! I don't want to be your fucking brother! I want to be so much more! But clearly I can't just be fucking happy!" He shouts, as i shudder.

He comes right up to my face and mutters, "Fuck you, Rachel..." He then turns around and storms out of the house.

I slid down the side of the counter and cry into my hands. Dylan runs into the kitchen and flies beside me. He notices me clutching my side. He slowly lifts my shirt and sees the wound that was left by Jordon. His face goes from worried...to pissed. He picks me up and brings me to his room. I notice that everyone is passed out while I'm am on his shoulder. I quite my crying down to a mere whimper, not wanting to wake anyone up.

He gently sets me down on his bed and slowly goes over to close his door. He locks it.

He then bolts to his bathroom, opens the cabinet under his sink, and pulls out a small med kit. He opens it and grabs hydrogen peroxide and some hello kitty bandages. I give him a small smile. He lies me down and rolls me onto my unhurt side. When he lifts my shirt up, I notice my wound was actually really bad. There was blood, a good bit. And it was a dark purple and partially yellow. It was about the size of a lemon. There was a small, semi-open wound that was about 3 inches long; the width of the counter. After he cleans it and bandages it up, he kisses my bandage. I couldn't help but giggle.

He then gives me one of his laker jerseys. I smile and thank him, but slightly lost.

"Why do I need this?" I mumble, with a slight whimper, obviously still in pain.

"Because, I don't think your gonna want to keep that shirt...there's blood on it."

I shrug, and begin to take off my bloody shirt. Before I get it over my chest, Dylan turns and hides his face. I finished exchanging the shirts and gave Dylan a confused look.

"Why'd you do that?" I mutter he slowly turns and peeks through his hand, making sure I'm clothed. He then comes over and sits next to me, and gazes into my eyes. I loved his eyes they are a deep chocolate brown.

"You had an opportunity to look at my chest...and you didn't?" I ask extremely confused.

"Because...I respect you Rachel...your beautiful. And those two," he says at he points to my chest, "are for Danny...or whoever you love."

I felt those butterflies again, they were egging me to do something...something I probably shouldn't do. I couldn't fight my feelings...it was obvious...I do love Danny...but I really love Dylan...

-Flashback-

I was in English, and it was 8th grade. I had a teacher named Mrs. Johnson. She was a young teacher, and she understood how it was for us. She said I was her favorite. I was a very creative girl who loved to show her creativity through writing songs. She was like a mother I never had. She was always there when I needed a question answered. It was a Thursday and I was having relationship troubles.

"Mrs. Johnson. Can I ask you something." I asked, on my way out of her class.
"Sure anything, Rachel. What do ya' need?" She said, with a sincere smile.
"Well, I have a boyfriend, but I'm falling really hard for this other guy. What do I do? He has told me he likes me too...and I'm lost." I asked, with a hopeful grin.
"Well, I remember when I was growing up, I was told one thing that completely changed my life, who I married, and who I will one day have a child with." She said, with a smile.
"I was told: If you every like one guy, but then like another, ALWAYS choose the second guy. Because if you truly liked the first, you wouldn't have fallen for the second. That right there helped me choose my boyfriend and husband. I never regretted that decision." She said with a smile. I smiled and headed out.
"Thanks Mrs. Johnson, I gotta go." I waved left to my next class.

-End of Flashback-

I couldn't fight the feelings anymore. I leaned into Dylan's face, and kissed him.

He was surprised, but kissed back. He gently put his hand behind my head and led me into him, making the kiss deeper. Our mouths were at a perfect pace and a perfect rhythm. I felt him try and slip his tongue into my mouth. I fought back with mine. I explored every inch of his mouth, as he did mine.

When we finally came up for air, he put his forehead to mine. He then wrapped his fingers into mine. He mumbled something. It was in Spanish, and I couldn't make it out. He opened his eyes and stared into mine. I pulled my right hand out of his left, and set my small warm hand on his "heart". He looked down at it, then back at me.

"So...do you think...I can...fill it in?" he asked, almost at a whisper.

Oh my God, he wants me to be in the other half, what do I say?

Thankfully, we were interrupted by a knock at the door. He sighed and got up to answer it. It was Jorel. He mumbled to him something in Spanish. I couldn't tell, but Jorel could. He gave him a look like 'Oh my God, your kidding me' type of look. Dylan nodded and walked out with his head low.

Jorel, looked at me not angrily, but confused. I couldn't help but feel guilty. He closed the door and locked it. He then sat on the bed near me, but not right beside me. He looked over at me and stared at me, I was uncomfortable. So I asked.

"What do you want?" I mumbled, With a monotone. I looked at me fingers. And how Dylan held them. His hands were so large compared to my tiny ones.

"I was just wondering something..." He mumbled. I looked up. He continued.

"Do you love Danny? I mean I know you do...but like...love love him?" I didn't move. I broke into tears. I didn't know what to do. I just cried. Finally I responded.

"I do...but I honestly...(I paused)....I love Dylan so much more. He treats me great...doesn't try to force me into anything. He's so great Jorel, they're both great. But Dylan..."

"He is great, he really does love you, he told me..." I was interrupted by Jorel.

My eyes widened in shock. I gave Jorel a hug. He is a like a big brother. He doesn't want anything from me, he has Ashley, and they are a perfect couple.

"Your a great friend, Jorel. Your like a big brother to me." I squeeze his abdomen. He squeezes back, "I know, I'll always protect you. Your like a sister to me."

I couldn't help but smile. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I soon followed. I noticed that everyone was up and stretching. I decided I needed a little relaxation. I went into the kitchen, finished cutting the brownies, which were still slightly warm, which is the best way to eat them. I then put them on to separate plates. One green plate, and one white plate.

I'm sure you can guess what kind I put on the green plate...

Everyone seemed pretty excited but only Jordon knew that half were "special".

"What's with the two plates?" Ashley asked.

"Well...the green plate has...how do you say...a special ingredient..." I giggled out.

Right then, everyone looked at me with a huge joker-like grin. I grinned back. They all tackled the green plate, while me and Ashley stuck to the white one.

There were 3 "special" brownies left. I decided to grab them for Jordon, so he can still have some when he returns. I don't want him to thinking let the guys eat them all.

I placed them on a plate and put them in the microwave to hide them.

After we were all relaxed and calm, Jordon finally came back.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the plate and handed them to him. He grabbed them, set them down on the counter, and kissed my forehead. He then looked at my side and realized what he did. A tear escaped his eye. With me in near-deadly bear tight hug.

"I'm so sorry Rachel, I hurt you...please forgive me?" He whimpered, still partially crying.

He was really really sorry.

"It's okay Jordy. Go have fun..." And handed him a the plate.

He smiled, gave me another forehead kiss, and walked off with a little skip in his step.