"Hayley, hurry up. It's cold. I don't w.ant you catching a cold."

I scowled glaring at my mother through the annoying bangs that fluttered in my eyes as I slowly followed her up the sidewalk, purposely walking at snails pace. I would give anything to not be here. I just wanted to be alone. Didn't anyone get that?

"Mom, I'm fine. We're like, what? Two feet from the house? Please, I think I'll be fine if I step inside 30 seconds after you."

On the drop of a dime, she stopped and spun around to give me one of those looks; that look seemed to be the only look I ever got these days.

"Hayley, would it kill you to not be sarcastic for once in your life? I love you dearly, but I'm getting on my last nerve with you."

"So you want me to pretend to be something I'm not? Wow, and I thought after all these years you were teaching me to be myself and not try to be somebody. Maybe that's the reason why-"

"Hayley!"

I immediately shut up hearing her tone and felt a tug on the bottom of my coat.

"Haywee."

I shut my eyes knowing instantly who it was. Why? Why me? Why do you hate me so? I carefully opened my eyes and forced a smile for the sake of my little sister.

"Everything's ok Mac," I said softly, leaning over slightly to brush her windblown hair out of her face. "Just..." I sighed and glanced over at my mom who was waiting with an impatient look plastered on her face. "Mom's waiting. You want to go have fun at the party, right?" I laughed quietly upon seeing a large smile take place on her face as her eyes lit up and she nodded happily making her hat dip more into her face. I gently pushed it up so I could see her eyes. "I bet you Mrs. Farro made her famous cookies!"

All it took was one word for the girl to squeal in delight and bound up the steps nearly knocking over my mother to knock on the door.

I let out a laugh and shook my head watching her. She was such a doll. But the second I looked up, I was met with those very eyes I wanted to hide from.

The door opened with a loud squeak and a faint chatter reached my ears following Mrs. Farro's booming cheery voice as she greeted us.

In the meantime, I stared mindlessly at the stone sidewalk beneath my sneaker, willing something to happen to get me out of this. Anything. At this point, I was desperate.

"Hayley, are you coming?"

"Just gimme a second."

"Sure. They guys are in the basement. Just let yourself in," Mrs Farro said happily and I watched as she followed McKayla who trotted excitedly inside the house.

"You better not try to sneak off. We're here as a family and you're my daughter. You need to stop acting like some dramatic teenager and go have fun with your friends. I mean, Hayley, why don't you go talk to Josh? Look at that! Josh is here! I'm sure you two can-"

"I don't want to fucking talk to Josh! Why does everybody always mention Josh? You like him so much, then why don't you make him your son. I'm sure he'll be a breeze compared to me since I'm just a fuck up. " I roared.

The silence that overcame us was unbareble. I didn't know whether or not she was going to yell at me or going to cry.

"Ok then," she said quietly. She straightened out her coat and cleared her throat. "You just....." our eyes met and for once second I felt sorry for her. Her eyes were crystal clear and bright, glistening with what could've been tears if she lost control. She let out a weary sigh. "Do whatever you want, Hayley. I just don't care anymore."

Without another word, she headed right inside leaving me alone in the harsh whipping winds.

***

I practically forced myself to walk up to the door and walk inside. The second the door was opened I felt a wave of warm air crash into my face beginning to bring my sense of touch back. I carefully shut the door behind me and smiled politely at a few of Josh's relatives who greeted me silently across the room. I snuck through the mingling adults on my way towards the kitchen.

Maybe someone spiked the punch...Hayley, what the hell are you saying? First off, this isn't a stupid school dance. And since when did I have an urge to drink? Oh right...since Chris decided to pick a fight with me.

I frowned coming to a stop in front of the kitchen table and stared at the cups at least pretending to look as though I was being productive.

And that's when I heard it.

That laugh.

I rolled my eyes and quickly turned around to find exactly what I had expected.

There stood my mother and Josh acting all suspicious and secretive. It was so like them to do that.

Absentmindedly, I let out a scoff keeping my glare focused on the pair across the room. It wasn't as subtle as I thought because pretty soon I found a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring back into mine. His eyes were intense yet warm and I had a difficult time breaking the stare.

But once I did, I hastily picked up a cup and stormed my way out of the kitchen towards the basement.

The thought that I had to brush past Josh skipped my mind until I felt his arm hit mine. My eyes snapped up and met his briefly, he looked at me with a soft smile completely oblivious to my whole glaring thing. "Hey."

"Don't talk to me," I seethed, trying to keep quiet.

In a half a seconds time, I found myself . My breathing was labored and my eyes were full of anger anybody could tell that right off the bat. He tried to question me through his eyes but I shook my head and started for the archway.

"Hayley!"

I automatically flinched at the sound of his voice as it raised a whole lot and he roughly grabbed my arm. In the meanwhile, I noticed a hush fall over the room and could feel eyes boring holes through me as they watched with inward curiosity the scene unfolding before them.

"I'm not in the fucking mood, Farro," I growled, trying to keep my anger in check but it was clear I was doing a terrible job. "Let go of me. You really do not want to test me," I warned ripping my arm loose from his tight trip and stalking off into the house.

In doing so, I heard whispers swirl about me but those were the least of my worries.

I had no idea how I was going to make it through the rest of the night.

I spent the next hour avoiding my friends at all costs. I knew the moment I went downstairs I would be interrogated by Josh. It was nice that he cared but sometimes, he cared a little too much. He just didn't know when to give up and shut up. It was hard enough that both my mother and boyfriend were not on speaking terms with me...

I really hate people.

I sighed loudly and let my chin fall into my hands staring longingly at the plate of cookies sitting across the counter top.

"Hayley, dear, go ahead," Mrs. Farros' soothing voice snapped me back into reality and her hand lightly sat on my shoulder. "You look like you've had a rough day. Have a cookie. Have as many as you'd like."

I smiled graciously at her, "You don't know how much that means to me," I admitted, feeling stupid the second the words left my lips.

She laughed, noticing the look on my face as the realization dawned on me. "Cookies can be miracle workers, especially mine, if I say so myself," I let out a small laugh. "Oh, Hayley, it's music to my ears. I hate seeing you so upset. You're too young to be getting depressed. And it's Christmas," she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me quickly. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"If you want me to talk to Josh, I am not-" I cut myself short upon seeing her face and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be apologizing to me."

I waited a minute, expecting her to tell me to go find Josh. When she didn't, I frowned and furrowed my eye brows taking a cookie from the plate. "What were you going to ask me?"

Her eyes lit up and a soft smile crept onto her face, "Go have fun with your friends. I miss yelling at you guys for being obnoxious and stupid."

I snorted, standing up slowly. "Well, jeez, I don't even know how to.."

"Just go before I pick you up and carry you myself."

I laughed once more on my way down the hallway taking another bite of my cookie. The familiar basement door came into view quicker than I had hoped and I found myself growing nervous.

What is wrong with you? Since when do you get nervous about seeing your friends?

I shook my head clear of those thoughts and stared at the doorknob. All I had to do was reach out and grab it. That was it. But I just couldn't. I wasn't ready to face them...

It must've been nearly a half hour that had passed and I still hadn't progressed in anything. My feet were glued to the very spot and the door was still shut. I could hear laughter booming from the other side and even caught a hint of Zac's voice. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be myself again so badly.

"Are you gonna just stare at nothing all night?"

I jumped, startled by the voice and took a few stumbling steps backwards nearly crashing into the wall.

The voice alone scared the shit outta me, not mention WHO it belonged to. The one person I didn't want to run into.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered, quietly, my voice cracking on the last syllable.

"Well, I live here so... really, I should be the one asking you-"

"That's not what I meant!" I snapped, getting frustrated. He had that stupid tone with me. I hated it.

"Hey, you asked. I'm just telling you," he shrugged stepping in front of me to complete the task I had so much difficulty in doing.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

"Long enough," he smiled over his shoulder at me, reaching out to ruffle my hair.

"Long enough," I mimicked rolling my eyes. I scowled at the back of his head following him down the stairs into the basement.

***

Just so you know, I have a difficult time finding the time to write something at all, let alone something I find halfway decent for an update. I know this is late but I don't have all that much time to just sit and write anymore. And then there are times when I do but I can't find the right words or ideas so I don't. I share my writing with you guys by choice because I love hearing feedback and being able to provide you all with a story. And as usual, I just couldn't finish this by the 15th. I still don't have it all done. Maybe I shouldn't have said I would post it the 15th but in all honesty, I don't appreciate getting attitude comments about breaking promises and what not. If you don't like how often I post or if I am so busy that it's hard to find time to write and that just isn't good enough for you, well that just sucks.

Yes, this isn't the whole thing but at least it's something. I do not know when the whole thing will be up but I'm trying to make it the best I can without making you wait too long...but obviously it's not making you happy. Hopefully, by the end of the year this will be done.

And Becky, I wasn't talking about you. Don't worry :)

It's just really rude to leave comments about being a liar and stuff and  I don't like it. If that keeps up, you'll be seeing less and less of me. Just saying.

On a much lighter note, what did you think?

All I want for Chistmas is you?

"Hayley, hurry up. It's cold. I don't w.ant you catching a cold."

I scowled glaring at my mother through the annoying bangs that fluttered in my eyes as I slowly followed her up the sidewalk, purposely walking at snails pace. I would give anything to not be here. I just wanted to be alone. Didn't anyone get that?

"Mom, I'm fine. We're like, what? Two feet from the house? Please, I think I'll be fine if I step inside 30 seconds after you."

On the drop of a dime, she stopped and spun around to give me one of those looks; that look seemed to be the only look I ever got these days.

"Hayley, would it kill you to not be sarcastic for once in your life? I love you dearly, but I'm getting on my last nerve with you."

"So you want me to pretend to be something I'm not? Wow, and I thought after all these years you were teaching me to be myself and not try to be somebody. Maybe that's the reason why-"

"Hayley!"

I immediately shut up hearing her tone and felt a tug on the bottom of my coat.

"Haywee."

I shut my eyes knowing instantly who it was. Why? Why me? Why do you hate me so? I carefully opened my eyes and forced a smile for the sake of my little sister.

"Everything's ok Mac," I said softly, leaning over slightly to brush her windblown hair out of her face. "Just..." I sighed and glanced over at my mom who was waiting with an impatient look plastered on her face. "Mom's waiting. You want to go have fun at the party, right?" I laughed quietly upon seeing a large smile take place on her face as her eyes lit up and she nodded happily making her hat dip more into her face. I gently pushed it up so I could see her eyes. "I bet you Mrs. Farro made her famous cookies!"

All it took was one word for the girl to squeal in delight and bound up the steps nearly knocking over my mother to knock on the door.

I let out a laugh and shook my head watching her. She was such a doll. But the second I looked up, I was met with those very eyes I wanted to hide from.

The door opened with a loud squeak and a faint chatter reached my ears following Mrs. Farro's booming cheery voice as she greeted us.

In the meantime, I stared mindlessly at the stone sidewalk beneath my sneaker, willing something to happen to get me out of this. Anything. At this point, I was desperate.

"Hayley, are you coming?"

"Just gimme a second."

"Sure. They guys are in the basement. Just let yourself in," Mrs Farro said happily and I watched as she followed McKayla who trotted excitedly inside the house.

"You better not try to sneak off. We're here as a family and you're my daughter. You need to stop acting like some dramatic teenager and go have fun with your friends. I mean, Hayley, why don't you go talk to Josh? Look at that! Josh is here! I'm sure you two can-"

"I don't want to fucking talk to Josh! Why does everybody always mention Josh? You like him so much, then why don't you make him your son. I'm sure he'll be a breeze compared to me since I'm just a fuck up. " I roared.

The silence that overcame us was unbareble. I didn't know whether or not she was going to yell at me or going to cry.

"Ok then," she said quietly. She straightened out her coat and cleared her throat. "You just....." our eyes met and for once second I felt sorry for her. Her eyes were crystal clear and bright, glistening with what could've been tears if she lost control. She let out a weary sigh. "Do whatever you want, Hayley. I just don't care anymore."

Without another word, she headed right inside leaving me alone in the harsh whipping winds.

But, I do have good news. I have lots of thoughts for a holiday themed one-shot. It'll be the same sappy, cheesy but romantic winter season story but I think you guys deserve at least something for having waited so long for me.

Although I am forcing myself to make an update, it's only going to be this holiday one-shot. That doesn't mean I am giving up all my stories. I would never do that. I know y'all love them and I just see so much potential for them. Sadly, it's going to be quite some time before you get an update on those. One day I will update them all. Just...not for a while haha.

Once again, thank you soooo much for being so patient with me. I'm sorry that I had to do this but it has to happen. I hope I don't lose everyone as readers because I honestly love each and every one of you leaving me comments on every chapter of ever story or simply buzzing them. I sincerely appreciate that. But, I understand if there is just too much time between updates and you lose interest.

So, let's end this on a happy note.

I will give you a date.

December 15th.

Holiday one-shot.

Mark your calendars and prepare for something good....I hope.

Take care.

S.

Over the next few days, Josh couldn't seem to get his mind to shut up. He kept replaying the scene in the hallway repeatedly in his head, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle. But the puzzle was broken. No matter how many times he tried to solve it, something never seemed to fit. It was frustrating, since Josh was a perfectionist. He hated when things were left undone.

He had to figure this out.

The first Thursday of the school year, Josh strolled into the cafeteria late after talking to his teacher about the lesson from that day and slumped into a chair across from his brother Zac and his friend Taylor. Neither of the babbling boys took notice of Josh and continued talking excitedly amongst themselves.

Josh sighed loudly, glancing at them, but got no response.

He frowned, shifting noisily in his seat and giving another fake, attention wanting sigh.

Still, there was nothing.

"Oh for the love of God, are your ears seriously that bad?" Josh demanded, leaning across the table at them, practically yelling.

Zac slowly looked over and raised an eyebrow, "Are you talking to me?"

Josh groaned, throwing his hands up dramatically he sat back in his chair. "Yes, Zac, yes. Took you long enough. How many times do I have to pretend to be wallowing in self pity for you to talk to me?"

Taylor chuckled, "That was your fake sigh?" Josh nodded, "Man, you gotta work on that. That was pathetic!"

Josh groaned again letting his head fall against the table with a loud thud, not caring that his face was squished up uncomfortably. "My God...I need a life...No, I need new friends."

"Oh, c'mon! We're not that bad. Look at us."

"No."

"Look at us!"

Josh ignored their immaturity and stared mindlessly at the towering pile of fries on his plate; he wanted to eat them but he couldn't bring himself to it. He knew something was off about the whole Hayley thing and couldn't stop thinking about her.

"So, Josh, how are you and Hayley?"

Great, now I'm even imagining Zac mentioning her, he thought.

When the table grew silent, he realized he wasn't imagining that. He quickly looked up and stared wide eyed at his brother who was glancing between stealing onion rings from Taylor's plate and Josh with a serious look on his face.

"What are you...are you out of your fucking mind?" Josh asked in bewilderment, his voice seething quietly.

Zac raised an eyebrow, "Are you?"

Josh sighed and rolled his eyes, "Now isn't the time for jokes and games, Zac. This is serious. You can't be talking about her like that. Someone could hear you and then rumors will start and Ryan will..." Josh trailed, dazing off into thought. "Oh dear Lord, I don't even want to know what he can and will do to me if he hears anything."

"It's not like she's his property. It's not illegal to talk about her. She's just a girl," Zac reasoned.

Josh shook his head, "Yeah, try telling Ryan that and see where that will get you."

Zac frowned, taking a sip of his drink and Josh lowered his eyes back to the table, zoning out once more. "Then why is she looking at you?"

Josh looked up at Zac with a look that told him he was crazy. "What the Hell is wrong with you? I think you were dropped on your head many times as a baby, in fact, I KNOW you were. Why on Earth would you think that Hayley was-" he half-glanced over towards her table and choked on his own breath.

He was instantly lured in by deep, soft green eyes that met his for only a moment before looking down. Josh kept looking across the cafeteria at her, he noticed she kept her head down and played idly with her hands but he could also tell she was desperately trying to keep her eyes on her hands and not elsewhere. Josh frowned and swung his head back to look at Zac, who gave him a pointed look.

"What did I tell ya?"

Josh waved his hand around, dismissing Zac's comment. "Shut up. That's not what...." he found himself at a loss for words, growing more confused with each passing second.

This was getting really weird.

Zac gave up trying to strike up a conversation with his brother and began to talk to Taylor. The two paid no attention to Josh's flustered self.

His mind was now working in overdrive trying to conjure up some sort of explanation for all of these bizarre incidents but nothing seemed to do the trick. Soon, he found himself looking back at her. She still forced her attention on her hands as though they were the most interesting thing in the whole planet. But very secretly, she lifted her eyes up the slightest bit and snuck a glance at him again. Her hair hid her eyes fairly well but Josh still saw. She wasn't as stealthy as she thought. This only confused Josh even more.

So now she was SNEAKING glances at him? What the Hell was going on?

He turned away slightly and out of the corner of his eyes he saw her lift her head up more and felt eyes on him. He almost turned back to catch her in the act, but he thought better of it, especially since Ryan was talking to her. He would surely be in for it had Ryan seen what was going on between them.

But that didn't explain why or what was happening.

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Ok, this has got to be the most horrendous piece of writing I have ever called an update ever. I'm sorry you had to read through that. But, I managed to write something in my time. This is the last short chapter in this story. The plot will really start picking up in the next one and it will be better. I promise.

I'm really sorry I've been so lazy lately but when I get around to those updates, it will totally make up for it.

Chapter Eleven

"Are you sure it was him?" Josh asked as he poured me a cup of tea. I nodded. We were back in the apartment, and I had just finished telling Josh exactly what had happened.

"It was him, there was no doubt about it," I confirmed. Josh set the cup of tea in front of me, and I stared at it emotionlessly.

"There's no way he knows you're in this apartment though, Hayley. He can't get you," Josh sat down next to me at the kitchen table and began to fiddle with his hands. We were both silent for a few minutes.

"Josh," I began, breaking the silence. "I...I don't want this to put my sisters in danger...or you."

Josh stared at me for a moment. "We should call the police," he said.

"No!" I exclaimed. "If you call the police, they'll send me back to Las Vegas! I'm not supposed to be here, remember?"

"Hayley, we can't just sit around pretending like nothing's happened," Josh said. "I sure as hell don't want you to go back, and I'm not going to let them send you away, but we need their help."

I gripped the tea cup, letting it burn my fingers slightly. "Okay...call them."

Josh pulled out his black cell phone and dialed the non-emergency number for the police. He put the phone on speaker in the middle of the room as we waited for someone to answer.

"Franklin County Police Department," a voice grunted on the other line.

"Uh, hi," Josh said. "My name is Josh Farro, and I...um...have a...er...situation..."

"My name is Hayley Williams," I interrupted him. "I'm lead victim in case 367, taken up by the Witness Protection Program." I saw Josh shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Right, Miss. Williams," the office responded on the other line. "I know who you are, I know your case. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, I..." I broke off for a second, glancing at Josh. He moved his hand to rest on top of mine, and I continued. "Four years ago, when I was first initiated into the Witness Protection Program, I was relocated to Las Vegas, as you might be aware of. About two weeks ago, I moved back to my original location of Franklin, Tennessee, where the crime took place."

"Miss. Williams," the officer cut in, "you are aware that having moved back to Franklin puts you in prime danger of the suspect?"

My eyes met Josh's, and I cleared my throat. "Yes, I...I am aware," I muttered. "That is not the reason am I calling, though. Earlier this afternoon, I saw the suspect."

I could tell Josh was having a hard time following what we were saying, because we were using the proper terms to describe everything. This was how they taught me to deal with situations when I was first taken in by the Witness Protection Program.

"You saw the suspect?" the officer asks. I can hear him typing something into a computer on the other end of the line.

"Yes, and the suspect saw me."

"Where are you currently located?" the officer asked. I gave him the address to Josh's apartment. "We'll send someone over there immediately, Miss. Williams. Just stay there for now."

I nodded even though the officer couldn't see. "Thank-you," I said, relieved. At least help was on the way. Josh hung up the phone and pocketed it. We sat in silence for a few seconds, before Josh spoke up.

"Hayley, don't forget that I'm still here. I'm here with you every step of the way. You're not alone."

I smiled softly at him, and he returned it. Josh was right. I'm not alone.

***

"Miss. Williams, can you describe the suspect for me?" the police officer asked. I began to give a general description of him, feeling my voice shake as I did so. Just picturing him terrified me.

The police officer I had spoken to on the phone earlier had come over to Josh's apartment and was questioning us on exactly what had happened. Jeremy had gone to pick up Erica and McKayla from Josh's parents' house and brought them back to the apartment. He, Josh, the officer, and I were now standing in Josh's living room whilst McKayla and Erica stayed in the guest bedroom. They didn't need to hear this.

"I think that's all I need to know, note wise," the officer said, pocketing his notepad and adjusting his police cap. "Now, about your living arrangements-"

"She's staying here," Josh cut in. "She, and her sisters. They're staying here."

"I'm afraid that you have no say in the matter, sir," the officer shot Josh a glare, and Josh's fist clenched. I rested my hand lightly on his arm, letting him know I didn't want another fight.

"I don't want to be relocated again," I said. "I can't do that to my sisters."

The officer nodded, the look on his face grim. "I don't believe it is safe for you to stay here, in this apartment. Most likely, the suspect already knows your whereabouts. It's only a matter of time before he tries to come after you."

I felt my throat clench up, and I didn't say anything. Josh wrapped one arm around me, pulling me against him.

"So...where should Hayley go?" Jeremy asked, his arms crossed.

"There's an empty apartment located about two blocks away," the officer said. "We would pay for the expenses, but we think it's best that Miss. Williams stays there."

"What about my sisters?" I asked. "I don't want to put them into any kind of danger..."

"The best choice would be for them to stay with someone else. A relative, perhaps?"

"I don't...my mother's still in the hospital, and I don't have anyone close enough..." I trailed off, my eyes flickering towards Josh.

"They can stay with me," he said.

"Like I said before, the suspect probably knows of this location. It wouldn't be safe."

"They can stay at my place for a bit," Jeremy offered. I smiled at him gratefully.

"Right," the officer said. "So I suggest you get out of here. Sooner, rather then later. And don't hesitate to call us if you have any concerns."

"Thanks, officer," I shook his hand.

"Now, if you'd like, I can drive you to the apartment I was telling you about. We can get you set up in there immediately."

"That would be great," I said, and I grabbed my coat. I saw McKayla and Erica come out of the bedroom. McKayla ran over to me, and I knelt down to her height.

"Haywee, what's happening?" she asked softly. I felt my heart break as I looked at her. I didn't want to be separated from my sisters. I gave her a hug, feeling tears start to form in my eyes.

"You're going to stay with Uncle Jeremy for a little bit, okay? You and Erica."

She nodded, then pulled away from me and ran over to Jeremy, who picked her up. Erica walked towards me, a frown on her face.

"What's going on, Hayley?" she asked.

"I can't...I can't explain, Erica," I mumbled. "I just need you to cooperate with me. Listen to Jeremy, okay?"

She nodded, and began to walk towards Jeremy, before suddenly turning back around and giving me a hug.

"I love you, Hayles," she told me. "You're the best big sister ever."

I felt my tears began to fall. "I love you, too."

The officer cleared his throat and I knew it was time for me to leave.

"My stuff?" I asked.

"I can bring it over later," Josh said. I nodded towards him and followed the officer out the door. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, or to the ones I loved. But I couldn't let anyone get hurt because of me. I wouldn't let anyone get hurt because of me.

***

Everyone was crowded around the small dining room table inside my new apartment, laughter and cheers filled my ears a small smile gracing my face. Josh sat at the end of the table, a huge grin spread across his face as he eyed the extravagant cake that sat in front of him. He laughed when Jeremy cracked a joke, clamping his hand on Joshs shoulder.

I rolled my eyes; boys will be boys I guess.

"Dude, can you believe it!" Taylor exclaimed, sitting beside Zac who was, to the left of Josh, staring right at the delectable cake I had made. "You're gonna be 22!"

The candles adorning the cake flickered wildly accenting Joshs face and I caught my breath for a moment. Since when did he I shook my head quickly.

No, Hayley, no. No. No. No. No. No.

Just.

NO.

I sighed quietly turning around to shut off the lights.

Why was I even thinking that? That was just wrong.

"Ok! Let's sing to the birthday boy!" I announced, thankful that I had such a powerful voice so that I could be heard over loud parties like these. I flipped the lights, grabbing the silly little party favor hat off the cabinet last minute. I hurried over to Josh, slipping it on his head before he even knew what was going on. I could feel him staring at me as I ran back to the opposite side of the room and twirled around, folding my arms across my chest shooting him a small grin.

He stared at me, in shock, with that hat sitting on the top of his head. I couldn't stop the snort that escaped.

He looked like a tool, but an adorable tool...

Hayley.

Right, I can't be thinking like that. He's my best friend for crying out loud.

I saw his lips curve into a small, mischievous smirk and I instantly knew I was in for it.

Taylor started off the "Happy Birthday" song and everyone joined in, each voice more obnoxious and louder than the first. We were a bunch of tone deaf fools, but I love each and every one of them. I couldn't keep a straight face when Zac went off into some ridiculous opera man accent setting the whole room into a mess of noise, we couldn't even finish off the song. Josh shook his head, and couldn't stop smiling as he stared down at the cake. He paused a minute before he blew out the candles.

Out of nowhere, Joshs' chair was suddenly lifted and he was carried out of the room by whooping Taylor, Zac and Jeremy. I snorted, shaking my head.

They were crazy, that's for sure.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Bekah and Hannah helped me clean up the empty plates and cups that scattered the table when there was a loud screeching noise from the living room that made everyone wince and cover their ears.

"Sorry!" I heard Taylor shout and then one of my infamous mix CD's pumped through the speakers.

"I have a new found respect for you, Hayley," Hannah laughed jumping up onto the counter, swinging her legs back and forth idly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh do you now?"

She smirked, "Yes. You put up with them like there's nothing to it. I have no idea how you do it because just being in the room with the four of them for five minutes drives me up the wall, but you spend entire weeks with them. And yet you haven't gone insane yet. How do you do it?"

I laughed placing the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. I wiped my hand with the dishcloth removing the last bit of water on the palm of my hand. "I just do. I don't know."

She grinned, and glanced at Bekah, who nodded. She then turned back to me, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked, suddenly getting nervous.

I hated when they shared glances like that. They worried me. I wasn't a mind reader so I couldn't tell you what they were thinking.

"You already are insane."

I rolled my eyes, feeling the need to fix everything in sight in my kitchen.

Nearly an hour later, I dared to enter my living room. I was scared about what I was going to be walking into. Much to my surprise, it was fairly clean, a little too clean for a bunch of boys who were wired on sugar to believe they didnt make a mess. Jeremy and Taylor were too involved in a heated game of 'Guitar Hero' to pay attention to anyone else. Zac was referring and trying to psyche them out. Josh sat on the couch, watching them in amusement, still wearing that silly little hat. I absentmindedly let out a snort and he quickly turned to look at me, his bewildered expression fading into a smile.

"Hey."

I carefully stepped over a few plates lying on the floor and flopped beside him on the couch. "Hey," I finally said, in a breath.

He chuckled softly and reached out brushing my hair out of my face. "You look exhausted. Take it easy, girl. I don't want you passing out on me. It's a party. Have fun." I rolled my eyes. "Don't you be rolling your eyes at me," he warned, I rolled them again just to spite him and the next thing I knew he wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto his lap setting me off into a fury of giggles as he tickled me until I could hardly breathe.

"Josh," I breathed, completely winded.

He smirked, "I suppose I'll let you off the hook...for now anyway."

I slid off him and shoved him lightly. "You're a weirdo."

"That's my job."

I looked at him weirdly, "Your job is to be a weirdo?"

He laughed, "No, you dork." He turned to look back at the ongoing game but I waited until he told me what he was talking about. He half glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and sighed, "You want me to tell you, don't you?"

I nodded, "You think?"

"Ok, he took a breath. He paused a minute, then mumbled something. "You happy now?"

"Josh," I said sternly. It was hard to take the kid seriously when he was wearing that stupid hat. "Why are you still wearing that?" I asked, reaching over to take it off but he was quick and clamped his hands over it protectively.

"I like it."

I snorted, "But you look ridiculous in it."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to the game as well. I sat back kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. "Hey Josh?" I asked, quietly.

"Yes, Hayley?"

"What did you wish for?"

He slowly turned around and simply stared at me, his eyes wandering my face a few times before meeting my eyes. He whispered, "Something I can't have," and then he turned away.

Josh exited the classroom, quietly, ignoring Ryan's sarcastic remarks from his seat near the door, shutting the door softly behind him.

He quickly strode down the hallway in the direction of his locker, mentally scolding himself for being so distracted and forgetting his book.

Wait, what am I rushing for? he thought, easing up on his legs into a mild walk. He casually stuffed his hands in his pockets and observed the empty halls surrounding him. The  only sound he could hear was his own sneakers as they slapped the tiled floor sending a hollow echo bouncing down the hallway. Out of thought, he began to hum to himself, one of his favorites, it was always stuck in his head.

Jimmy Eat World was what got Josh into music and he was ever so grateful for that.

Josh wasn't all that into sports. He could play like a daredevil, but his heart wasn't into the game. It was all good fun for him. Tell that to someone like Ryan who lives and breathes the game and you'll end up head first in a dumpster.

He wasn't very theatrical either.

Or artsy.

But music....

Music just seemed to sorta fit for him.

He turned the next corner sharp, his eyes landing on his locker at the second to last door at the very end of the hall. He sighed, thoughtfully, not really wanting to walk the length of the hall but reminded himself he was missing class for this. Right about now, he was thankful his locker was so far away.

He swung around to face his locker and yanked the door open, his eyes roaming the extent of the storage space for the familiar book. He lightly tapped his fingers against the rusty old door holding down a beat to that very song that had him humming a few minutes before. The dark green binding of the thick textbook caught his eye and he pursed his lips to the side, getting on his toes to reach the book that sat in the very back of his locker, sitting underneath a mess of binders and notecards.

He grasped the book firmly in his hands and shut the locker with a heavy clap that filled the quiet hall for a moment.

And then he headed back to class.

He flipped idly through the book, hoping that something from last year was hidden between the pages, saving him from writing something off the top of his head just like the rest of the class.

He loved to write...just...not when he was required to write. Things didn't come easy to him. He had to feel it, his heart had to be in what he was writing to get anything decent. Otherwise, it was crap. Well, it was still an amazing piece of writing but it didn't have the same WOW feeling most of his papers, poems, or songs did.

He was so distracted in his book that he didn't hear the footsteps of another person heading his way. He was about to round the corner and looked up briefly  just in time to find emerald green eyes staring at him, widened before his chest collided into her.

He grunted and she yelped; starting to fall, but she ended up falling into Josh and the heavy textbook fell out of Josh's hands dropping to the floor loudly.

Both of their breaths were labored as they stood there, as if frozen in that position.

Josh slowly looked down at the bright auburn hair that falling gracefully around her face before he was met by those sparkling, deep green eyes.

Neither of them said a word; their eyes simply remained locked as though they were in a trance.

After what seemed like hours, Josh figured it'd be best to speak, since they hadn't moved since.

"Um..."

"I have to go now," she whispered quickly, Josh felt a weird jolt run through him as her hands pushed off his arms as she regained her balance stepping away from him. Josh watched her noticing her eyes were glued to something on the floor. She bent down and picked up his textbook. As she stood back up, she shook her hair lightly out of her face and lifted her eyes up slowly only to fall back into a gaze with Josh. "Here," was all she said, holding out his book in her hands.

Josh slowly reached out, taking the book gently from her hands, noticing her tense up as their fingers brushed lightly, not breaking their gaze, and neither did she. "Thanks."

"Bye," she blurted out, rushing by Josh and disappearing down the hall before Josh could get another word in.

Josh stared the spot she once stood in a daze. After a few moments, he shook his head pulling his head out of the clouds and back into reality.

As he began his walk back to his class; where he would surely get a lecture for taking so long; he couldn't help but smile.

She was so nervous...and kind.

But why?

She was a CHEERLEADER...

There was a soft creak as the back screen door shut quietly, a muffled conversation coming from the dining room down the hall, as a brunette boy snuck outside into the cool, brisk night.

He quickly ran down the steps, grimacing as his sneakers made an echo with each step he took, and across the grassy back lawn. He cast a nervous glance over his shoulder before hopping the picket fence that lined his backyard and hurried through his neighbors yard until he brushed away the bushes to reveal a dirt road just two streets away from his own house.

He looked up and down the road and saw nobody for miles, only a few lone street lights lining the long road. He bit his lip, chewing his lip ring out of habit, as he stretched out.

He tapped the ground with each foot once sending a cloud of dust up into the air behind his back.

And then he ran.

He ran, fast; dodging fallen branches and overturned trash cans that were thrown into the street from the afternoon storm, his sneakers making deep imprints in the somewhat damp dirt as he continued his run.

His name was Josh, Josh Farro to be exact.

He did this every night; it had become routine for him, something he looked forward to, a calm, soothing way to close out his day. These runs did wonders when his days were rough. Not only was it a great way to stay fit but it also was a great escape. It helped clear his mind, all his troubles seemed to melt away. It was a time where he could get away from it all and simply think about nothing in particular. Just...think. Josh hardly had time during the day for that.

He remembered the first time he had discovered the barn at the very end of this road. It was his first day at middle school, and it was horrible. Everyone teased him, making fun of his hair, his clothes, his love for music- everyone thought it was geeky, and the fact that his younger brother was his best friend. He was tormented, circled, tripped, shoved, laughed at- he was the laughing stock of the school- he was publicly humiliated in front of the entire school in front of the cafeteria. He was beyond humiliated. He couldn't take it all, no one seemed to understand. His parents told him things would get better, it was just one day. Everyone had their bad days. And his brother, his best friend, made a joke out of it. He didn't seem to get how serious this was. But, things never changed. If anything, they got worse. Day after day, Josh had become the so called "Populars" toy. They would play with him, knowing he was miserable.  So Josh decided he was going to run away. He got as far as this street, feeling completely winded and ventured a little farther, here...he found the barn. It overlooked the tiny town as it illuminated by the night lights and instantly left him breathless. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life before.

No one else knew about it, he was close to telling his brother, Zac, but, he wanted to keep it a secret. He was selfish, sure, but he needed a place where he could go just to think and be alone.

Ever since that night, he would come here. He kept track of time, sneaking out when his family was distracted by dinner talk and make sure he was back within an hour, that way no one would notice he had even left. He was good at it, too. No one did know.

Tomrrow was the first day of a new school year and Josh was nervous. He never wanted to go back there again. He had no one, he was a loner, a geek. His best friend was his brother and he had a love for music.

He couldn't wait until he had graduated. Then he could finally get out of this place and be someone.

He would show them, he would find someone who liked him for who he was and he would make a name for himself.

That would show them.

He slowly down to a walk as neared the end of the road and carefully made his way over the rocks that acted as barrier keeping the barn hidden from the rest of the world. He climbed up the ladder leading up into the loft of the barn and sat down, pulling his knees up to his chest he stared out over the hill that ran down towards the center of town.

Two more years, Farro, he told himself. Two more years and he could finally leave, to never come back.

***

The moment Josh stepped inside the school the next morning, a loud buzz of chatter filled his ears and he groaned, gripping the strap on his backpack tightly and slipping his thumb underneath as he headed down the crowded hallway in search for his locker.

Zac walked alongside him talking up a storm; the boy could talk and talk and talk and talk and- well, you get the picture.

As they neared the corner, a familiar voice reached Josh's ears and he froze. Fear ran through every inch of his body.

"And then he was all-Josh?" Zac frowned, seeing his brother glued to that spot in the hallway, waving a hand in his face. "Yoohoo, anyone there?"

"Zac," Josh said, slowly in a voice close to a whisper. "We have to-"

But before Josh could finish his sentence, a group rounded the corner. They were Josh's biggest rivals in the whole school; they were the cheerleaders and jocks. They were like the sharks of the school, they walked in packs and always backed up what the leader of the pack said, no matter what. Ït was sickening.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't little Farro boy," Ryan, the Quarterback of the football team sneered, walking up to Josh, circling him. Josh kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Ryan paused noticing this and shoved Josh, making him stumble back slightly. "Hey geek, I'm talking to you. Don't fucking ignore me."

"I wasn't-"

Josh was cut short as Ryan grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up agains the lockers with a loud clang, Josh winced from the force of the throw but hid it well. "Who said you could talk to me? Are you fucking stupid? I said don't talk to me! You aren't worthy enough."

Josh nodded silently, not wanting to piss him off more.

"Oh, poor little Farro boy. Look," he laughed pushing Josh back into the lockers as he took a few steps back, glancing at his group of friends. "He's scared! The little douche is scared!"

"He is not!" Zac defended, indignantly.

Ryan shot him a glare and Zac immediately shied away and kept his eyes on his feet.

"Listen, we're going to have lots of fun this year, aren't we?" Ryan sneered in fake excitement, draping his arm around Josh's shoulder.

"Ryan, I don't think that-"

But that was all Josh could get out before Ryan shoved him, for the third time, sending him to the ground, after hitting his head off an open locker behind him. The group around him erupted into laughter and Josh felt tears welling in his eyes and willed himself not to cry. He couldn't cry. He was a junior for crying out loud. They don't cry.

He felt a sharp pain in his head as he struggled to at least push himself off from the ground but a kick to his stomach sent him back to the floor. Ryan crouched down next to Josh and yanked him up a little bit.

"This is my turf, Farro. And we're going to play a little game. You do as I say and we won't have any problems, got it?" But Josh was too occupied with the pain rocketing through his chest. "Got it?" Ryan barked getting right in Josh's face.

"Yes!" Josh shouted back.

Ryan grinned, "Good. See you around, punk," he laughed, pushing Josh back onto the floor.

Josh watched quietly as feet passed by him. He slowly turned over, scooting closer to the lockers and pressing his back up against them. His breath was winded and he shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he found a pair of  soft green eyes staring at him underneath auburn hair. He took note of the cheerleading uniform that fit her figure and silently scoffed. But as their eyes continued to lock, he saw something else hidden in them. Something he didn't expect. She didn't say anything, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears as they fell recklessly in her eyes.

"Hayley!" Josh heard Ryan bark and noticed the girl jump.

"Coming!" she squeaked, her eyes staying interlocked with Josh's for another few seconds before she broke the stare and hurried after her friends.

Josh couldn't help but watch her run down the hall and felt his stomach drop when he saw Ryan's arm loop around her waist pulling her up against him.

But why was she...sympathetic? She was one of them. She was supposed to laugh and mess with him, just like everyone else.

Josh groaned, now feeling the pain again, letting his head hit the lockers with a heavy thud.

"Dude, he is scary," Josh opened his eyes at the sound of Zac's voice, watching as he sat down beside him.

Josh laughed, "That's what I've been telling you."

Zac nodded, "Well, I believe you now."

Josh rolled his eyes just as the bell rang signaling two minutes until class.

"We better get going," Josh said, struggling to get to his feet, fighting the pain that tried to take over. Zac helped him.

"It's going to be a long day."

Josh nodded as the two started down the hall.

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It took everything within me to not cry; I was devastated, heart-broken, betrayed, disappointed, angry. The list goes on.

I had already ripped my favourite picture of the two of us in half in a rage of fury. I tried so hard to brush it off, but it was useless. The words he spoke to me nearly four hours ago cut through me like a knife. Obviously I wasn't going to tell him how I really felt. So, I lied. I told him it was OK and that I understood.  But, it wasn't OK and I didn't understand how someone could do this to me.

This wasn't just anyone, though.

This was my favourite person in the entire world, the one person I could turn to for anything knew he would always be there for me, the one person who knew everything about me; even things I didn't know about myself, and no matter what he could always put a smile on my face. He was my best friend.

Josh Farro.

I tiny tear slowly ran over my cheek to land with a loud splat on the glossy photograph I held in my hands. There was a fuzzy glow radiating off the television screen and the muffled voices of actors were distance to my ears as I completely drowned out every sight, every sound, every touch of everything surrounding me except for the photograph. I sniffled quietly, wiping with my sleeve at my nose, ashamed that I was getting so worked up over this. I was embarassed that I was crying. I sat curled up on my couch, in the dark staring at this picture; the only light was casting off the television screen flickering across my face.

Normally, I wouldn't have made a big deal out of this.

But tonight....tonight was special.

Every year since I had moved to the pretty, little town of Franklin; on my birthday Josh and I would spend the night at my house; pigging out on junk food and watching a marathon of our favorite movies late into the night. We'd laugh so hard we ended up crying and my mom would yell at us for being so loud only making us laugh even harder as we tried our very best to keep quiet. But, that never happened. We were two of the most obnoxious people when we were together, everyone knew it. Even a stranger passing by us on the street could tell. We were so predictable. The movies would run so late we'd either pull all-nighters all hyped up on energy drinks and candy or we'd fall asleep half-way through a movie.

I adored those nights; they were the ones I looked forward to all year.

But, this year, something changed.

I had been anxious all morning, trying to occupy myself with stupid little things to try and pass the time faster until Josh would get here.

The eager knock on my door came and I dropped my book, letting it hit the floor with an echoing thud, rushing down the stairs at light speed.

I pulled open the door with a grunt smiling wide.

He smiled back at me, but he was acting odd; fidgeting and not really looking at me much.

I frowned, "Is everything OK?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine," but the silence fell upon us yet again. He had his hands behind his back, as though he were hiding something.

"So...you gonna come in?" I asked, letting out a half laugh afterwards, opening the door a little more to let him step inside.

He continued to stare at the brown weathered "Welcome" mat sitting underneath my sneakers, his eyes were distant but he managed to nod.

A few faint snowflakes began to fall gracefully from the sky as the clouds rolled overhead approaching slowly. I bit my lip, flipping my hair with a shake of my head, keeping my hand on the door. What was up with him?

"Josh? What's going on? Did something happen?" I asked, concerned. "Is it Zac? Or Isabelle? Oh my gosh," I gasped bringing my hand up to my mouth in shock, "You're hurt, aren't you? Josh! Why didn't you tell me about-"

"Hayley, I can't make it to your house tonight," he interrupted quickly, still keeping his eyes locked on the mat beneath my feet. "You see, Sarah has this party and I promised her that I would go but, she's having the party in Atlanta at some hotel so I have to pack because we're leaving tonight."

"Oh," I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Well, that's OK. I totally understand. Don't worry about it," I lied.

He lifted his head up suddenly and met my gaze; he stared at me a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as the took in what I said. "Really?"

I forced a smile and gave him a small nod. "Yeah. Listen, I don't want to be a bother and be the reason you can't go. I'll be fine."

"You honestly aren't mad?"

I laughed weakly, "No," my voice waivered slightly but Josh didn't notice. "Josh, I don't want to be that one controlling friend who doesn't let you hang out with your other friends. I know you're dying to go to this party. And I want you to be happy. Just go," I assured him. "I don't mind."

A smile crept up onto his face, "Aw, Hayley. You're the best!" he stepped forward and threw his arms around me pulling me into a tight hug.

"What are friends for?"

He pulled back slowly, still smiling. "Seriously, you don't know how much I love you for this," I absentmindedly winced at the word love. Sure he didn't mean it like that but it still felt weird to hear him say it. He hardly ever said it to me. "I owe you. Big time."

I waved my hand as if dismissing him, "Oh, stop it. You don't owe me."

He frowned, "Yes, I do. I'm going to make it up to you," he insisted.

I rolled my eyes, "Just get out of here before I smack you," he laughed as I gave him a playful shove towards the gravel walkway leading towards the sidewalk as the snow began to fall harder, a thin layer of the white powder coated the pavement surrounding my house.

"Hayley, you're the best!"

I forced a laugh, waving at him as he turned around and walked away as I shut the door. The second the door shut, I fell back into it and slid in a pathetic heap at the bottom consumed by my tears.

Here he was... Josh Farro.

The nicest person in the entire world.

There wasn't a single person who didn't like him; he was just too nice, sometimes.

Yet, here he was....doing this.

I honestly didn't think he had it in him. He would never do that to me, he was better than that.

And yet, that was exactly what he had just done.

My fucking best friend ditched me on my birthday.

I sighed carefully placing the ripped picture back together like broken pieces of a puzzle. I couldn't help but smile faintly as I remembered the day the photo was taken.

Josh had scared me; coming up behind me and engulfing me in a hug. He picked me up off the ground and swung me around. I was screaming my lungs out; but after the initial shock wore off, I couldn't stop laughing. Josh and I both laughed so hard we had tears in our eyes and he started to mimic me; a hobby most of my friends had. Although, I must say, they were pretty damn good at it.

It was the day after our band got the news that we would be heading off that summer on a full-blown leg of the Vans Warped Tour. I had a mixture of emotions; I honestly couldn't tell you if I was more excited or nervous about the adventure.

Regardless, the Farros held a kick-off BBQ in their backyard to celebrate our sudden dream come true. And of course, my mom was running around freaking out about everything; snapping pictures of people like crazy. I'm pretty sure most of the people didn't even know she took their picture.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her approaching us and turned my head, purposely ignoring her. I heard her getting closer but didn't acknowledge her at all. Josh was completely oblivious, talking animatedly about some insane story.

He was so unsuspecting.

At the very last minute, I grabbed his face in my hands, turned him towards my mom posing her camera at us and planted a kiss on his cheek. It was a friendly kiss, nevertheless, the look on his face was absolutely priceless.

I let out a quiet laugh, as more memories from that day seemed to come rolling back.

And the next thing I knew, the tears were streaming again.

I tried to wipe them away but they were persistent and there was no point trying to stop them.

I stared longingly at the photograph wondering what I did wrong.

"Happy birthday, Hayley," I whispered to myself.

There was a heavy thud and I cast a glance out the window, a large clunk of snow toppled from the roof hitting the glass noisily. The storm was getting pretty bad. They said it was near blizzard conditions, which was rare for a place like Tennessee, we weren't used to this kind of weather.

My mind automatically wandered to Josh and I prayed that he was OK.

It's not save to be out driving right now. The driving conditions are horrible.

I gently trailed my finger over the glossy side of the picture, unable to take my eyes off the photo. I brought this picture with me everywhere; it was something to remind me of home and I needed that; I got homesick often. I kept it framed on my nightstand beside my bed every night I was home.

It was, in a sense, a good luck charm.

But now, it was ruined. I ripped it.

I scowled under my breath when the door bell rang breaking me out my trance. I looked up, moving my eyes across the room towards the threshold from the hall. I heard footsteps pounding down the carpeted hall and saw my mom pass on her way towards the door. I bit my lip, straining to eavesdrop on the conversation. But it was difficult when you had my mom's famous cake wafting from the kitchen throughout the whole house, distracting me.

I could barely hear her voice over the television that seemed to scream at me because of it's high volume; I must've zoned out so much I didn't realize how loud it actually was. She sounded anxious and uneasy.

I quietly rose to my feet and walked slowly over towards the door. As I got closer, another more distinguished male voice reached my ears and I froze.

No.

He wasn't here.

He was...on his way to that party. He just told me that.

My mind was playing tricks on me, there was no way he-

"Josh, I don't know. She's really upset."

Ok, so he WAS here. But why? He said he wasn't going to be here.

"I know, but, I had a reason. I'm sure she'll understand."

"I don't think you understand how much you hurt her. She won't do anything. She practically tore apart her room. She hasn't left the couch in hours. She hasn't even spoken to anyone. And she won't even eat. You know how the girl is for food, she NEVER refuses food. You know that."

I heard Josh sigh and it broke my heart.

Wait, why are you feeling sorry for him? He's the one who ditched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I was actually kind of hoping she'd bust me and know I was making something up."

I need to do a better job of brain to mouth communication.

"You lied to me?"

Both of them spun around to stare at me with matching bewildered expressions on their faces. My mom smiled at me sympathetically and Josh shook his head.

"Um, how much of this did you actually hear?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms, "Enough to figure out that you lied to me."

"That's not true and you know it. I would never-"

"You just said I would know you were making something up."

He got quiet and lowered his gaze to the floor.

I laughed bitterly, "Wow, I must really be an idiot, then, huh? Not only do I get ditched by my best friend, but he also lies to me to get out of hanging out with me."

"Hayley, stop that. You know that I love-"

"Don't even try to save your ass. I just heard what you said, Josh. I just...never thought it'd happen."

"Hayley," my mom said quietly, feeling the tension start to rise. "He didn't lie to you."

"Oh," I laughed, throwing my hands up for effect. "So, now you're defending him? I can't believe this. How could you? You're my own mother."

"You're jumping ahead of yourself, sweetheart. You don't even know all the facts."

"I don't need to know them. I know I was just played like a puppet by my best friend. I think that's all I need to know. I don't need to be reminded of it all."

"You're overreacting."

"No! No, I'm not, mom! You weren't the one who was ditched by your best friend. YOUR BEST FRIEND! ON YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY!" At this point I was screaming and the tears were yet again falling.

"Hayley!" my mom scolded, "Stop acting like this!"

"What? I can't be hurt about this? Wow, thanks mom. Fine, take his side. I don't care. I don't care anymore. Whatever."

I turned around quickly and fled the room, running back to the couch. I saw the familiar picture sitting on the cushion and slowly picked it up. I held it tightly in my hands, ready to rip it into a thousand tiny pieces again but I couldn't bring myself to it.

"Do it."

I jumped, dropping the halves in a scattered disarray at my feet upon hearing Josh's voice. He sounded so calm and quiet. Unlike me, I was a wreck. Shouting like a banchee.

"No," I replied, "No. I won't do it because I know you want me to. And I'm not going to do what you want because I'm mad at you," I twirled around finding Josh standing a few feet away watching me, curiously. My mother had disappeared, obviously finding it best to leave us alone.

"Hayley, I'm sorry. If you just-"

"Sorry just doesn't work for me," I said emotionlessly. I saw Josh shut his eyes tight and turn his head down as he shook his head. "You don't know...how you hurt me...Josh, how could you? You ditched me...for what? I don't even know considering you even lied about the reason you couldn't make it. Yet here you are."

"You want to know why?" he asked, in a voice so quiet I thought I imagined it.

"Yeah, I do."

"Ok, fine. This is why," he spat, I could hear the bitterness in his voice as he flung a book at me. He still wouldn't look at me, instead he stared at the couch where the book had fallen. I glanced at him and then at the book and then back at him before I made my way back to the couch to sit down.

I cast a final glance at him but he didn't meet my gaze yet. I carefully picked up the fragile book in my shaking hands; more tears burst through as I opened the book.

I turned the pages slowly, absorbing each and every page as pictures and quotes lined each inch of the construction papered scrapbook. Each page displayed a picture from each year we had been friends leading up in chronological order until the last page where the very picture that I had just ripped sat.

"You...you made this?" I asked, looking up.

Josh's sad, deep eyes finally met mine and he gave me a sad smile. "Yeah...it took me forever. I wanted to make it perfect....for you. Hayley, I wanted to give you the perfect gift and...I wanted to do it right...so I needed more time. That's why I lied. I was never going to ditch you for some party. Hell, there is no such party. I would never dream of ditching you. You're my best friend and...." he trailed as I stood up, seemingly at a loss for words.

I laughed quietly, a hint of a smile tugging at my lips. "You could've picked a better excuse."

He laughed, too and we stood there in silence staring at each other.

Very slowly, Josh started walking towards me. I cautiously took steps back when he got closer until my back was up agains the wall. At that moment, he was towering over me, with his hands pressed up on either side of me against the wall. We stared deep into each others eyes, the only sound I could hear was our heavy breathing as our eyes remained locked.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Something I've been wanting to do since the day I met you."

I shot him a questioning look before he pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first but soon relaxed into the kiss, shutting my eyes. He pulled away after a minute, leaving me breathless. He laughed quietly and I quickly opened my eyes.

"Whoa."

He smiled, "Hayley...I love you."

I swear my heart stopped beating as he uttered those three words.

"W-what?"

"I love you," he repeated.

"I know what you said, I just...."

He chuckled softly and cupped my face in his hands making me look at him. "I'm IN love with you. I have been since the moment I met you."

I stared at him for another moment, unable to form a proper sentence. A small grin crept onto my face, "Happy birthday to me," he laughed at the look on my face. I carefully wrapped my fingers tightly around a fist full of his hoodie, staring at my hands before looking up at him."I love you, Josh."

He smiled, his eyes full of adoration. "Gosh, I love hearing that," I giggled quietly before he gently crashed his lips into mine again.

There's no me without you.

From the moment Josh stepped inside Mr. William's office, a bad feeling churned deep in the pit of his stomach. He quickly cast a nervous glance at Hayley but she sat stiff in the chair with her eyes glued to the floor while Scott looped his arms around her waist pulling her to sit on his lap. His hands were too low, toying with the hem of Hayley's hoodie before disappearing completely underneath the fabric with his free arm wrapped tightly around Hayley.

Josh shut his eyes turning away. He couldn't stand here and watch that.

"Joshua," came Mr. Williams voice, making Josh's eye snap open. "If I do recall, I believe I told you that you were not allowed to be around Hayley. Did you think I was joking?"

"Sir, with all due respect, this isn't what it looks like," Josh spoke carefully, trying to keep his words as formal as he could.

"It looks like you were with her directly after I forbid you from doing so."

"Ok," Josh let out a nervous laugh, "When you say it like that, it's gonna look bad," but he saw his attempt at lightening the mood didn't even crack and smile and immediately made a serious face. "Sir," he cleared his throat, "If you let me explain what happened, I would gladly confirm the facts."

Mr. Williams frowned, eying Josh and glancing back at Hayley. Scott seemed to have control over her but he made sure to keep it a secret so that Mr. Williams couldn't see it.

"I don't understand how you could deliberately disobey me. I trust you, Joshua. You're one of my most responsible employees and I can count on you for anything. I don't know what you do, but I like it. You're a lucky guy. I'm hardly ever fond of my employees," he paused, "But...after hearing this....I just don't know."

"Sir, I assure you nothing was going on between your daughter and I."

A muffled yelp filled Josh's ears and his eyes darted towards Hayley. She was biting her lip, trying to slip away from Scott without bringing attention to her but Scott wasn't having any of it. He kept a strong, firm grip on her in turn hurting her.

Mr. Williams didn't seem to notice; he was too busy focusing on Josh.

"I honestly would love to believe that what you're saying is true but I've been told by a witness that you were fooling around with her."

"And you seriously would believe that jacka- I mean...witness?" Josh corrected, letting his anger get under his skin.

"Yes, Joshua. I have many trusted and loyal friends here. They look out for me and people dear to me, like my daughter. If they see something shady going on, I'm certain they'd tell me about it. And without a doubt that whatever they tell me is true. They wouldn't lie to me."

"Mr. Williams?"

Josh shut his eyes, dreading the voice the cut into his conversation. He knew this was only going to be more bad news. Scott was clearly out to get Josh out of the picture. He knew that Josh knew what kind of person he was and wanted him gone so he wouldn't have a snitch and could continue having his way. It was all part of his plan.

"Yes, Scott?"

"I'm sure Josh here is a nice kid. I don't know him personally, but, I don't like seeing him around Hayley. I care about her wellbeing. She means the world and more to me and I don't want someone to hurt her. It would break my heart."

"And you're sure Joshua is that type of person? You just said you don't know him personally."

Scott laid his eyes on Josh, making him fidget. Scott was a sweet talker. He'd say what you want to hear to get on your good side. Josh could see it just by what he was saying right now. "I know. And I don't. But, you can never be too careful. I know guys like him. They hail from the South, putting on their charm, spreading their pity story and all the struggles they've gone through to make it here, putting on a show to make you feel bad for them. Then, once they get under your wing, they think they can do no wrong. That because they know you, they can do anything and get away with it. All they want is one thing; money. Or...in this case," Scott looked down at Hayley noticng her sliding from his lap and he juggled her weight in his arms pulling her firmly back against him. "Her."

When Mr. Williams turned his back, Scott shot Josh a hateful glare. But once he turned back around, he put on a smile.

"I see where you're coming from. And I agree. I don't know who to trust. Sometimes the people you think you can trust decieve you to get what they want. They'll warm up to you and then turn on a dime and stab you in the back, just like that. I know, I've been there. And I refuse to let it happen again. Joshua, I'm giving you one more chance. I know you have potential here but if I catch you around her again, I will-"

"You're letting him off that easily?" Scott interrupted, with a disgusted scoff.

Mr. Williams slowly turned to face him, "Why not? There isn't any proof that he has done anything to lose my trust. After-all, I'm basing this all on word of mouth. I didn't physically see the two of them together. You did. I'm trusting your judgement and taking it into consideration. Everyone deserves a second chance, Scott."

"You're making a big mistake," Scott insisted, through gritted teeth as he clenched his fist around Hayley's wrist hard enough to bruise her.

"And why would you say that? There is nothing to convince me otherwise that Joshua-"

"You want your proof?" Scott jumped to his feet, suddenly, tugging Hayley with him. "Is that what you want? Proof?" he laughed bitterly, lacking humor as he pulled something off the seat of the chair. "I didn't want to have to resort to this," he shot Josh a fake sympathetic look as he strode over to the television set. He pushed a cassette tape into the slot and pressed play before stepping back. "I got your proof."

Josh stared in shock as the security camera recorded their entrance a mere half hour ago; the two of them laughing and smiling, their hands entwined together, and before long Josh was kissing her hand.

Mr. Williams shut the tape off instantly after that display with a rough hand and a tension filled silence came between the room. "I've seen quite enough."

"Sir, that meant nothing. I was just-"

"That's enough, Joshua. I've seen what I needed to see. I don't need to hear your excuses. The tape clearly shows something more than just talking."

Josh nodded silently, lowering his head to face the carpeted floor of Mr. William's office.

"Dad," Josh whipped his head up at the sound of Hayley's voice, it was the first time she had spoken since they had gone upstairs. "He was just being nice."

"Hayley, don't get involved in this. This has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me! You're acting like I'm some sort of precious, valuable property. I'm just a kid. I shouldn't be treated as though I'm some princess or something."

"Hayley, stop. You know I'm looking out for you. I just want what's best for you."

"And how is telling Josh to stay away from me what's best for me? He's a genuine, kind-"

"Hayley, I will not be having this conversation right now."

"But dad-"

"No! And that's final. You are not allowed to see him. Do I make myself clear?"

"You should be telling me to stay away from Sco-" she cut herself off in an instant feeling Scott's eyes shoot an intense glare her way and his grip on her wrist tightened even more. She willed herself not to cry.

"Who?"

"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head. "Nothing."

Mr. Williams watched his daughter another moment, completely oblivious to what Scott was doing to her right under his nose, and turned back to Josh. He sighed, "Joshua, I want you to stay clear of my daughter. This is your last warning. If I hear or see the two of you together, there will be severe consequences. Am I understood?"

Josh nodded meekly. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind."

Josh avoided looked at Mr. Williams in fear of his life as he snuck past the chair heading towards the door. He felt Hayley's eyes watching him but he refused to met them. He knew he would crack if he did.

The door shut quietly behind him as he left the office.