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"Dammit" I mutter.

James and Grant turn and look at me. James takes a step away from Grant and towards me. "What seems to be the problem, Darling?" he asks smugishly.

I take step away, raising my hands up cationsly. "This can't be happening" I pause, "I'll be waiting in your car" I say and turn around and walk fast to the parking lot.

I didn't hear James say no, just the rattling of his keys as he unlocks his car.

Once I reach his car I get in the passenger seat and buckle my seartbelt. I let out a breath of air I didn't realize I was holding.

I don't think I can deal with another obnoxious college boy.

It was close to 15 minutes before James came walking back to his car. There was a bright smile prastered across his face, but as he got closer it was beginning to look like it was forming into smirk.

He opened his door and got in and started his car, it let out a small growl. As the ride back to home went on James hadn't said a word, but that same devious smirk was still spead on his face.

He better stop before he gets cramps. As soon as James pulled into the apartment parking lot and turned off the engine I hand unbuckled my seatbelt and got out, striding up up the steps to the building.

I stopped when I put my hand on the doorhandle. I looked at myself in the reflection of the door. I saw myself, but I also saw two other people striding towards me in the backround. One had dark blonde styled hair, wearing a pair of black Raybands I had once reconizes earlier today. Beside him was a dark blonde styled hair, wearing a pair of black Raybans, also. I knew those boys, but I sure as hell wish I hadn't.

I quickly opened the door and pretty much ran up the stairs. Once I reach the door, I dugged into my bag and grabbed my keys. I unlocked the door and went inside, kicking the door shut. I slid off my Toms and went into my room, locking the door behind me.

I spent a lot of time in my because of James. I didn't know how James was around his friends and I certainly didn't want to find out. As soon as I sat down of my bed I heard the door shut. I knew what this meant.

I heard loud laughing for awhile, not catching quite what they were saying inbetween. I heard footsteps coming closer to my door.

I was hoping that maybe they would think that I had just jumped out the window, but they didn't.

There was a loud knock that didn't match the way James knocked. James knocked three times and if I still didn't answer he would do that again until I did.

The person knocking this time had carefree way of doing it. "Oh Vena, there is someone at the door for you" I hear Grant say.

I dreaded this moment the moment I knew Grant was coming over. I groan and stand up and reach for the handle, but quicky pull away.

What is they are just doing this to get me out of my room-- Wait, no, scratch that. This is my apartment, I will go where ever I damn well please.

I open the door with much force and glance at Grant. He had a pretty shocked expression, probably because I actually came out of my room. I walk around the hallway and into the living room. I see James and glances up at me and then back down at his phone, but then his eye shoot up to mine in shock.

He tosses his phone on the couch and stands up.

"Did that whole 'there's someone at the door for you' actually work!?" he asks bewildered. I nod slightly.

I think I saw his jaw slightly drop, but I wasn't completely sure.

"Take notes, jolly ole James. It'll do you well" Grant's voice says from behind me. I don't bother looking behind me until feel a pair of hands resting on my shoulders.

I shrug his hands away and take a step away from him. I turn and look between both of the boys. By the look in both of thier eyes, I could tell they were up to know good. I wanna know what they broke.

I look at them suspiciously and then walk away, giving them one very stern look. I walk into the kitchen looking down at the floor. I stop and look up and see what they had done.

I see the disaster on the counters. I gasp out loud and walk over to what had once been my great great grandmother's cookie jar. It may had just looked like a peice of cermamic garbage, but this cookie jar had a lot of meaning to me and now it was gone, into peices.

I keep feel tears rising in my eyelids, but they soon disapeared and replaced with a hot feeling in my stomach. I could feel my cheeks starting to heat up, burning up like fire. I clench my fingers into a fist and turn away from the mess and to the living room.

James and Grant were in a conversation, laughing almost constantly when something came out the others mouth. That was about to come a end. Grant stopped talking when he met my eye.

"Dude, I don't think I can get you out of this one" Grant says, not looking away from me.

James looks away from Grant and at me. He looks at me with the slight apolegetic look in his eye.

"Please don't yell" he says suddenly. I abruptly get an idea, an devious idea. I slowly unclench fists and muscles.

I let a devious smie spread across my lips. I put my hands together behind my back and walk up to the two boys, slowly.

As I get closer I can see the apolegetic look on his face fade and turn into a frightened look. Was James Henderson scared of me? If he wasn't, he should be.

"You better watch your back, James" I warn, giving him an evil smirk. He doesn't what he has gotten himself into.

~

James hasn't looked at me, or even a glanced since my 'threat'. Good. He's scared. I sit in the living room reading my book, when all of a sudden I hear James open his door quietly. He walks around the corner, not looking at me.

Wrong choice there, buddy.

Grant left after he thought that I was going to attack James.

He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, bending down and looking in the fridge.

"You don't scare me, Darling" he says loud enough so I can hear.

All in good time, James.

After my roommate decided that he was going to watch the football game in the living room, I decided that I was going to get revenge on James. At the moment right now, I am on the couch 'reading my book' when really I am waiting for the game to start so James goes into his 'zone'.

I could feel as James tenses from the other side of the couch as the whistle blows.

Five minutes after it started, I got up and went down the hallway, down to James's room. I wrap my hand around the handle and turn the door handle. Good, he left it unlocked. What an idiot.

I walk in and glance around. I have a feeling that I am going to find something interesting. I walk over to his large bookcase and skim over the books that lie there perfectly straight on the shelf. Most of the books were actually the same as mine and some looked like they were passed down to him from his grandmother. He actually has a pretty good taste in novels, I'm suprised.

I walk over to the large window. Now that I think about it. Why did I choose this room out of the two. This one has four big windows that almost take up that whole wall. I want that. Dammit. I mean I kind of have it, it's just that the windows are bigger in here.

I walk over to his night side table and open the drawer.

Empty, besides one thing I noticed. A book, more specifically, a notebook.

It looked somewhat old and had a tie around it. I carefully took it out of the drawer and stared at it for a moment, thinking if I should really do this. I mean he did break my jar, so yes, I should.

I carefully unravel the tie from around the book and open it the first page. There was nothing. Not the first page, second or third. It was completely empty. As I was closing it, I noticed writing on the very last page. I open it back up and read the words carefully.

I'm sorry, but it is too late for that. I wanted to say one last thing to you:

I flip over the page. Nothing was there, it was an empty page.I close the books and tie the tie around the book and carefully set it back in the drawer and shut it.

I had no idea what this meant and it was going to rack my brain until I find out. I didn't know what those words really meant, or who wrote them. They obviously have something to do with James's past. I just can't put my finger on it. I wasn't going to think about it too much, but I will find out what it means soon enough.

But for now, I need to get my revenge.

I walk over to the outlet by his bed and unplug his phone charger and stuff it in my pocket. There is no way he is going to survive with out it. I know I couldn't.

I walk out to his walk in closet and pull open the drawer that has all of his Rayban sunglasses. There are twelve pairs perfectly aliened with each other. This boy is unbelievable. All twelve pairs are the exact same black pair he keeps on wearing. I groan and grab them all and stuff the my carefully in my sweater pockets.

I walk back over to his night side table and grab his book that he was recently reading and take it.

Sweet revenge, James.

I shut anything that I left open and make sure everything looks as tidy as it did before. I leave his room, shutting the door behind me. I dart to my room and shut the door behind me and lock it.

I let out a huff of air and sit down on my bed taking out all of James's belongings out of my pockets.

I get up and and grab the sunglasses, every last pair and walk over to my walk in closet and stick them in one of my empty shoe boxes. I shuffle back over to my bed and grab my the phone charger and book and stick them in the bottom of my sock drawer.

I shut my closet door and walk out my room and shut the door behind me. I walk out to the living room and see James sitting on the couch just a he was when I left him. Thank god.

I sit down on the other side of the couch and watch on the screen as a football game plays. I get bored after watching it for a few minutes. Just as I get up the intermission comes on.

I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

I suddenly feel the presence of my roommate. I stand up and close the fridge and glance at him. He stares at me with suspicion in his eyes. I turn and look at him full on. "What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smiles and steps around me and opens the cupboard. What the heck was that? He was on the couch the entire time, there was no way he would know what I had done.

I grab an apple out of the bowl on the island and walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch. I watch as the comerricials play. Most of them were pretty stupid and pointless.

Moments later James enters the room with a plate full of perogies and sourcream. He sits down on the couch beside me, his shoulder touching mine.

I really didn't mind either. My best friend was Grayson Dalton for Gods sake! He's slept in my lap before, this was nothing.

I look down at the plate of food in his lap and then back at his face.

"You want some?" he asks in a mocked tone.

"Yes" I whine.

"Well then go get your own" he says. I groan and slouch in my seat.

James looks at me with amusment. "Aw, is little Vena sad?" he says like he talking to a toddler.

I roll me eyes and stand up and move to the other side of the couch and lie down, resting my head on the arm of the couch. James stays quiet after that. Mostly because the game came back on. As the screen shows all the players running the the other end, it starts to get blurry.

I knew this feeling, it was the need for sleep. I didn't get it, I got a pretty good sleep last night besides the one time James woke me up be kicking me off the bed at least I landed on the pillows that fell on the ground, but that is besides the point.

I glance at the other end of the couch and James is still very much focused of the screen in front of him

I let my eyes close and my breathing slow, all sounds disapearred.

~

The feeling of someone holding my left ankle and rubbing small circles was the first thing I felt when I woke up. I turn my head and look at James and he has his eyes focused on the TV screen. The game was no longer playing but some TV show was.

I glance down at my feet and see James has them both on his lap. I pull them away and sit up, rubbing my eyes.

I look at James and see that he is staring at me. I shrug this time and stand up and walk to the door and slide on my shoes.

"I'll be back" I mumble and leave, shutting the door behind me.

I walk down the first flight of stairs and turn down that hallway to the direction of Grayson's apartment. I think it's time I pay him a visit.

Once I stand in front of the door I knock. Seconds later, I see Grayson open the door looking like he just woke up from a deep sleep or he had been crying. His skin was blochy and his eyes were red. It most defintely was crying, but I wasn't going to question it right now.

"Were you sleeping?" I ask. He nods slightly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

He nods moving aside, shutting the door behind me.

I walk around the apartment for a few minutes. It looks almost identical to mine upstairs. The only thing that is different is that he has one extra bedroom. I walk into the living room and sit down next to Grayson on the couch.

He looks at me and gives me a small smile."What's wrong?" I ask, turning to face him.

He clears his throat and turns to me. "My sister got in a plane crash" he looks down.

I feel a rush of sadness run through me. I didn't know his sister very well, but I do remeber that when Grayson and I were kids she would always be in her room. At times when she did come out, she was pretty nice and she was absolutely stunning.

I look back at Grayson and see his head is still down, the tears faling on the couch cusion. I reach over to the side of his face and rest my hand on his cheek.

He looks at me as the tears continue to roll down his cheek. I don't think I have ever seen him so broken before. I have only seen Grayson cry a few times, those times being when we were little.

I remove my hand from his face and move closer to him, pulling him into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my back. His crying started to get louder, but I didn't care. It's my job to be here for my best friend, even though he is hiding something from me.

I move my hand down to the middle of his back and rub circles. He gets quieter and pulls away from me and looks he dead in the eye, a sad expression on his face.

I furrow my eyebrows. He reaches over to my hand and interwinds his fingers with mine.

"Her flight was on its way to New York. She doesn't work in New York. When my mom called to tell me the news last night, she told me that Skyla was coming to visit me" he says, another tear running down his cheek.

My Lord, this must be difficult for him. I get up and stand up in front of him. "Lie down" I say.

He does as I say and rests his head on the arm of the couch. I get back on the couch. I lie down on top of Grayson's chest, resting my head on top on his chest. I grab his hand and interwind his fingers with mine.

"Vena?" he asks.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Thank you for being here for me" he says.

"It's my job" I say.

He talked to me for a few hours about how it wasn't Skyla's time and how life is going to be so different with out her.

I listened to every word he said.

Soon enough he stopped talking and his breathing became even. I lift my head and look at his face and sure enough he is sleeping.

I carefully get off of him. I grab the blanket from the end of the couch and lie it on top of him. I lean down to his face and press my lips softly on his forehead.

I leave his apartment, carefully shutting the door behind me.

I walk back upstairs to my apartment. I open to the door and I look in my living room and see a bunch of people in my living room, well more like four people. I slide off my shoes and and shut the door behind me.

A short blonde haired boy turned thier head and looked at me. I noticed by the bright green eyes that it was Grant. I walk over to the rest of the group of people and they all turn their heads and look at me like I some mistical creature.

James turns and looks at me. "Oh, hi Ven" he says. He sits on the couch watching something on the TV. I lean over the back of the couch, into his ear. "Who are all these people?" I whisper.

He chuckles and stands up, I stand up as well. "Guys this is Vena, my roommate. Vena, these are my friends."

He points to a girl with long blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytaill sitting on the floor. "That is Leah" he says.

His eyes next land on Grant, "And of course you know Grant. Everyone knows Grant" he says.

"Or maybe it's because he's been here before" I mumble to myself.

He chuckles. "And last this is Ryder" he points to the guy sitting in the chair.

He had styled brown hair, almost black. He was good looking but James looked like a Calvin Klein model.

"Hi" I say.

"Hi" they say in unison.

"Can I speak to you in the kitchen, James?" I ask.

I hear a series of 'Ohhh's' and 'Ooooh's as we leave.

Once we get into the kitchen I cross my arms and look at James.

"Now, I am okay with your friends. I just need to know when they are going home because they can't stay the night" I say.

He raises an eyebrow, "Why?" he asks.

"You know why. What would they think if you came out of my bedroom in the morning, huh?" I ask.

He leans in his ear, his breaths tickling my ear, "Actually, Darling it's my room tonight" he whispers seductively.

I groan and walk away, back into to living room.

"So, how about some pizza?" I ask. I heard a yes from Ryder and Leah and then I heard Grant yell "HELL YEAH!" from the couch.

I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen just as James walks out.

"What is all the yelling about?" he ask.

"Ask your best friend" I relpy.

I enter the kitchen and grab my phone off the counter and find the pizza place number and press call. I give them the order and address and hang up. Just as I am setting my counter I hear a loud bang of something crashing and then a "You are so dead when she come back" from James.

"GRANT WHAT DID YOU DO!?" I yell from the kitchen. I walk into the living room and see Grant standing there with a half smile on his face.

I walk around the couch and see that he had put a big crack through my glass top coffee table. I feel my jaw drop.

"You are going to pay for this" I angrily say .

His eyes widen. "That's murder, Vena!" he shouts.

"No no, you are going to get me a new one" I say.

He nods and smiles. "Okay" he says.

These boys are so wreckless. First my great grandmother's cookie jar and now my coffee table.

I sit down on the couch and let out a exasperated sigh. Grant sits down beside me and James sits down on the other side.

"What we watching?" I ask.

"Her Mysterious Ways" Leah replies.

"Yeah she wanted to watch it, so we were forced" Ryder says.

"That's great. I love this movie" I say.

Leah turns and looks at me, "You do?" she asks, suprised.

I nod.

"Cool" she says.

~

It was hour later and dinner was delivered an half hour ago and I have to say these people eat like it's going to be thier last meal.

"I feel so fat" Grant rubs his stomach.

That is nearly impossible, the only thing he is rubbing is his abs.

"Me too" I hear Ryder say.

I look at the clock and see it's seven already. Leah notices also and stands up.

"Where are you going?" Ryder says.

"Back to my apartment. I have a test to study for" she says, "Thanks guys. I'll see you later. Nice meeting you Vena" she says.

"You too" I say.

"Bye" everyone says. She waves and slips on her shoes and shuts the door behind her.

"I'm gonna go too" Ryder says.

"Bye" he says and slides on his Vans.

"Bye" I say once again.

James leans into my ear, "Can Grant stay?" he whispers.

I groan,"Not this again" I say.

"Please" he says.

I think about it for a second, "Fine, but he is to sleep on the couch" I say.

He smiles, "Okay."

"Grant, do you want to stay tonight?" James asks.

He turns and looks at us, "Only if I can sleep with Vena" he says.

Sorry buddy, that position is already taken.

I stare at him wide eyed.

"Relax Vena, I was kidding" He says. Thank god.

~

It was 10:00 and I was defintely ready for bed, I just didn't know if James was. I lean over to James's ear, "Were in my room tonight and then yours for tomorrow" I say.

"Okay" he whsipers, not putting up much of a fight. I get up and turn off all the lights except the one in the living room.

"Good night" I say.

"Good night" James and Grant mumble.

I walk into my room and put on a pair of sweat pants and a tanktop. I turn off my light and climb into bed, not reading my book. The only thing I was thinking right now was: Good luck charging your phone James.

~

Dammit. Can he be any louder? He didn't have to practically slam the door.

James climbs into my bed, lying down in front of me. He gets settled in. I poke his shoulder and he turns around onto his other side, his eyes still closed. He opens his arms, "Mm. Come here" he says, sleeply.

I move closer to him into his arms. He wraps his arms around me. I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I rest my arm on his side.

"Good night" I whisper to him.

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