I smiled slightly as fingers ran up and down my bare back, awakening me from my slumber.

"Good morning, beautiful," Oli whispered, moving my hair to the side and pressing feather-light kisses to the skin of my neck.

"Hi," I rolled over so I was facing him, watching his lips curve into a smile. His fingers then drew a invisible heart on my stomach, both of us watching. As he continued to draw patterns on my exposed skin, I lifted my hand and held his cheek as he concentrated on what he was doing.

I loved how when he was concentrating, his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth a tiny bit, and his eyebrows would furrow together, and he would occasionally bite the inside of his lip.

It was the little things that nobody else would bother to notice, but meant the world to me.

"Last night was almost as amazing the first time," I grinned.

"Pretty damn close," Oli agreed with a chuckle, looking at me again. We both knew no sex could possibly beat the first time we done it. To me, it still felt like a dream, that unfortunately I had to wake up from.

"I hate that we have to sneak around to do this," Oli frowned, lying on top of me so his head rested on my chest and our legs entwined together.

"Me too," I whispered. "I wish we could just not worry about this," We were both still kids, and we could only do this when my dad left the house for a whole night - which wasn't very often. And we definitely couldn't do this at Oli's house either, as him and Tom shared a room.

"Maybe one day, baby," Oli cheekily grinned, giving me a quick peck as we both had morning breath. Not pleasant.

I smiled and ran my fingers through his tousled hair, getting rid of some of the tangles that had appeared from me tugging at it so much last night.

"We should get up," Oli mumbled after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But I don't want to,"

"I'm going to shower. You want to join or will you have one later?"

"I'll have one later. You go shower," I said, smacking his head lightly.

"Will do," Oli stood up and started walking to the door. I took this opportunity to stare at his ass. He must of felt my gaze because he turned around, gave me a wink, and then started walking again, but started swaying his hips.

"Isn't my ass sexy?" I couldn't help it; I started laughing. Not only from his dance, but how he said 'ass'. He's so English.

When he left the room, I lay in bed for a minute before standing up and dressing into some jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt I found on the ground.

I don't have a Nirvana t-shirt, so it's probably Oli's. I shrugged and went downstairs, deciding to make one of the only things I knew how to cook; Pancakes.

After gathering all of the ingredients, I began making them in the pan. (A/N: I don't know how to make popcorn without the microwave blowing up - unfortunately this happened - So I'm not allowed in kitchens so I don't know how to make pancakes. Please don't judge me, I'm just a young retarded kiwi kid)

"What are you doing in my shirt?" I turned to find Oli with a pout on his face, dressed in jeans and a hoodie.

"Um, wearing it," I answered simply.

"But it's mine!"

"Not anymore!" I sung.

"You're such a bitch," he laughed, coming towards me and lifting me onto the counter, stepping in between my legs and kissing my forehead.

"I love you,"

"I love you too," I smiled. We both then sniffed the air.

"Is something burning?" Oli asked.

"MY PANCAKES!" I yelled, pushing Oli onto the floor and running over to my now black pancakes.

I looked over guiltily at Oli, who was sprawled on the floor glaring at me.

"Umm... Cereal it is?" I gave him a innocent smile. He just laughed and shook his head.

"Cereal it is."





"Bonnie!" I turned and found Viv waving at me. I grinned and ran over to her, immediately pulling the woman into a hug.

"Gosh, I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I know! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just going shopping," she answered.

"Don't you shop on Thursday?"

"Usually, yes," Viv rolled her eyes. "But we have Abuela Marese over from Mexico this weekend, and she is expecting the whole traditional Mexican meal the night she arrives,"

"Yummy!" I loved going over to the Fuentes' house when it was Mexican night. She makes the best food.

"You're invited, you know. Marese wants to meet the girl Mike and Vic are crazy about,"

"You know I can't do that," I shook my head. "But thanks for the offer,"

"Come on, Vic will be on his best behaviour, I promise,"

"Mama, I would love to but - "

"Please, querida. We all miss you so much. And so does Vic. He just doesn't want to admit it,"

"I still don't know," I chewed at the bottom of my lip. It wasn't all just Vic. A big part of it was Abuela Marese, too. Abeula Marese, Vic and Mike's grandma, wasn't the kindest woman I've heard. When Mike and I were sort of dating, he told me that she was pretty much a big old lady who was very judgmental and hardly spoke any English.

"Please, Bonnie," She was pretty much begging me now, and I knew I couldn't say no. Viv was the closest thing I had to a mom, and I didn't want to lose her just because her son and I were being stubborn.

"Okay," I finally agreed.

"Yes!" she cheered.

"But you can't tell Vic I'm coming, or he won't show up,"

"Agreed. I'll have Michael pick you up at 7!" Viv gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before running off, probably because she didn't want me to change my mind.



September 2, 5:02pm, 2003

Today was the day.

The day I was going to walk into the Fuentes' household for the first time in weeks, and have dinner with Abuela Marese. And it doesn't help that I'm not on good terms with either of her grandchildren, so it's going to be awkward and she won't approve of me. I could have Vic storming out of the house.

It was to late to cancel now.

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I looked myself over in the mirror again, sighing. Mike would be here in a few minutes and I couldn't stop my nerves.

I smoothed out the denim jeans once more, and tugged at the long white sleeves out of habit. I was nervous. I had even put makeup on for the occasion, and curled my hair.

Only burnt myself 3 times.

"Bonnie? Are you ready?" Mike's voice called from downstairs. Why does everyone just walk into my house?!

"Coming!" I called back. I made my way downstairs and seen Mike looking at my photos again. I noticed that he did that a lot whenever he was in my house.

"Do I look okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you look gorgeous. Let's get going," I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door, only just letting me lock the door on the way out. He didn't even look!

I don't know why I even bothered asking him. He was such a typical boy.

"How's your grandma?" I asked, giving me an excuse to turn down the terrible rap music that was playing. He frowned, but decided to leave it.

"Horrible. She's been here for 2 hours and is already judging me,"

"Oh fun," I mumbled. Mike just shrugged and turned the volume back up.

....

"TURN THIS SHIT DOWN!" I yelled after 3 minutes, making Mike jump.

"Jesus Christ, Bon! Do you want me to fucking crash?!" he demanded, holding his heart.

"If it stops you from playing this awful music, go for it!"

"It's not even bad!"

"Yes, it really is!" I argued.

"Oh, bite me," Mike rolled his eyes.

"No thanks. I might catch an STD,"

"Shut up!" We both glared at each other before going silent, deciding to ignore each other.



Finally reaching our destination, I jumped out of the car and walked inside, purposely leaving the passenger side door open, just to piss my good ol' pal Mike off.

"Bonnie! How are you, stranger?" Victor asked, bringing me into a hug.

"Papa Fuentes! I'm good thanks, and yourself?"

"Pretty good. We've missed you,"

"I haven't," Mike scowled, pushing past me. Stupid giraffe boy.

"You two are fighting again?!" Victor groaned. "You two hardly ever talk, but when you do, all you do is argue!"

"That's not true! We had a heart-to-heart not long ago, didn't we Mikey?" I grinned, knowing that nickname pissed him off.

"Shut your mouth, Bonnie!"

"Michael Christopher! ¿Con quién están hablando?"

Oh. Forgot Abuela Marese was here... And I have no idea what she's saying.

I really should have paid more attention in my Spanish class in seventh grade.

"Lo siento!"

"Come meet my mother," Victor sighed, taking my hand and guiding me to the lounge where an old lady was sitting. She was a tan woman, with grey hair, wrinkles, and a long pointy nose and beady eyes. Victor looked nothing like her.

She reminds me of a witch.

I'm sorry Abuela Marese, that was rude.

"Mama, this is Bonnie,"

"Bonnie? Tus chicos chica?" Eww. That's what Mike used to call me.

"Si,"

"Ella es muy hermosa,"

"She says you're very beautiful," Victor informed me.

"Oh. Eh, gracias?" Kill me now.

Abuela Marese smiled. She had no teeth. How does she eat food?

I then imagined her mouth being like a vacuum cleaner, sucking it all up. Vroom vroom, SLURP.

"Now that you've met Marese, go say hi to Vic. He's in his room,"

"Papa -" I began.

"Please,"

"Fine..." I sighed. I began the walk to his bedroom, and waited like 5 minutes before I even knocked on the door.

"Oh, it's you," Vic glared when he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Your mom invited me over for dinner..."

"Of course she did," he muttered coldly. "Well, you're in the wrong place. Kitchen's that way," I stopped the door with my hand before he could slam it in my face.

"I know where the kitchen is, Vic. Can we just... talk?" I asked gently. He looked at the ground and let out a deep breath before stepping aside, allowing me to walk in.

"I'm sorry," I told him genuinely, taking his hand when he sat beside me on the bed.

"Please don't do that..." he whispered, slowly taking his hand back.

"I miss you," His lips twitched up slightly before his lips were formed in a straight line again.

"I miss you too, Bonnie. So much,"

"Then why do you hate me?" I asked quietly.

"I don't. I... I'm happy you and Oli are together. He makes you happy,"

"Then why are you so angry that we're together?"

"Because I want to be the one to make you happy,"

"You do make me happy, Vic," I said in disbelief. "You're my best friend and I love you so much -"

"It's killing me, Bonnie!" he raised his voice slightly and pulled at the ends of his hair. "Not having you here, is killing me,"

"Then have me here! It's you who's keeping me away!"

"For good reason!"

"And what would that be?" I spat.

"I think I love you, Bonnie!" We both froze.

Notes

I AM SO DEARLY SORRY, MY LOVES.

I'VE HAD NO COMPUTER SO I COULDN'T UPDATE, BUT I HAVE ONE NOW.

I would update on my phone, but it literally takes me ALL day to write one, and it's always crappy and short and normally doesn't make sense.

I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU. I'VE MISSED YOU ALL BECAUSE YOUR COMMENTS MAKE ME SMILE AND A LOT OF YOU MAKE ME LAUGH TOO. ESPECIALLY THE BOYFRIEND ONE, HOLY SHIT.

You're all amazing, and I thank you for sticking with this story. I give you all permission to hate me right now ;)

BUT I LOVE ALL OF YOU, OKAY.

And by the way, what's your favourite part of this chapter, and is there anything you want to see more of? I'm curious xD