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James stares at me clearly bewildered. I guess he wasn't expecting me to say that, but then again I wasn't expecting that I would say something like that either. I guess it really was in the spur of the moment, but I don't take it back for a minute, I mean what I say.

I thought that he would be arguing back by now, but he is not and in a way that scares me. Shouldn't we be yelling at each other? Shouldn't we be getting everything out in the air? James has been acting different lately and I don't know what to exactly expect from it.

In a certain way I feel like he is telling me the truth, but a part of me believes that that may not be entirely true.

He stands up and just when I thought he was finally ready to fight this out, he's not, no, instead his face softens and in this moment I know that this is a lost cause.

"Baby, I have forsaken you in a time of need and I am sorry, I really am. So please, can we get through this? We always do. So If I may do something so much simpler, let me kiss you and let all be forgiven?" he speaks out like music from his lips.

I nod. okay, okay. I got what I needed to say out and now it seems like James is reciting poetry to me or something like that.

"James, don't ever do it again," I warn him.

He takes a step towards me, but does not gain any contact with me, "Vena, I love you more than you will ever understand, more than I will ever fully understand. I wish could control myself more easily, but I have flaws. I can't promise you that I won't ever do something stupid like this again because it is bound to happen."

He makes a good point. I can't expect him to be a perfect boyfriend for me. James has flaws, I have flaws and they can bring the best and worse in us. I smile, "All is forgiven, James."

At the moment, all I wanted was for my boyfriend to be back and we can be happy. That's all I want right now. We have argued and fought so many time I can't count on my fingers, but we always figure it out and shouldn't that be all that matters? Sometimes when James and I fight, I wish that our relationship could be more like Marshall and Lilly's, but I suppose that is just television for you and you can't put no pause on a fight.

James is in the wrong and he's sorry and that's all I need right now. I want this morning to go as well as it can because I know for a fact that when my family finds out that James is back, people are going to be pissed and I am talking more about Orlando, but I'm not exactly sure how the rest of my siblings will react.

James steps foreword and kisses me. He pulls my hips closer to his body, while I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel as his hands slide up my back. He stops kissing me and nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck. He mumbles something I can't understand, but it didn't matter. All that matters no is that I have made it back to James.

We stood there for awhile. James doesn't let his arms falter once. The only other time I have experienced a hug like this was when Grayson hugged me after he lost his sister. Of course it wasn't in a romantic way, neither was this time either. Grayson's hug was a cry for help and I stood there with him for a long time, but I don't know James could possibly be crying out for.

James slowly loosened his arms, "Sorry," he apologizes.

I shake my head, "No, it's okay," I look into his eyes.

He smiles and grabs my hands in his and leans and kisses my lips for a moment or two.

"Well, isn't this just something wonderful to walk in on. What a friendly reminder that my sister chose such a fuckup like yourself," Orlando's voice makes me pull away from James.

"Orlando!" I shout at him.

He doesn't look at me, he just continues to make his coffee, "What? Y'know it's the truth. Vena, he just shows up out of nowhere and can just do that to you without even—"

"Orlando, I am going to try and stay as call as possible without punching your teeth in—"

Orlando scoffs, interrupting James, "Isn't that ironic considering the fact that that's how I left you last time I saw you?"

I sigh, this is not going to end well. I have no idea what the hell Orlando is trying to do right now.

"What the hell do you want me to do, Orlando?! What is done is done. Stop holding a grunge over what is unfixable. I am with your sister and will be for a long time, why can't you just accept that?" James spiels off. Maybe someone won't get punched here.

"Because she is not an object, she is my sister and based what you did last night, it clearly shows you don't care about her enough to handle coming to a simple dinner," he says more calmly then I expected.

James leaves the room, not saying anything more.

"Orlando, how could you do that?" I ask him.

"Oh please, if you weren't getting in his pants, you'd be thinking the same thing," he fires back.

My eyebrows furrow, my jaw slightly dropping, "What the hell is going on with you? If I can forgive him, you sure as hell can too."

He crosses his arms, forgetting about the coffee for a moment. "I will never like him now Vena. Ever since you two started dating, I get angry just thinking about the fact that you are with him."

I huff, "Why can't you just accept this like everyone else has?" I ask him.

He chuckles and picks up his coffee, "You actually think that the family has accepted you and James together? You must be on crack," he says right before he takes a drink.

That can't be right. I mean when they met James, they seemed to like him, except my grandfather, but he didn't like Zeke either. My mother loves James and my grandmother and aunts seem to like him just as much. I mean for God's sake, Aunt Jeana told me that you could see James's rock hard chest through his undershirt and button up. That sure did make me laugh. I mean James has muscle, but just the right amount, like not too the point where it is gross. Anyways, I am getting sidetracked. My family likes James. I mean they can't just be putting on an act.

I shake my head, "No, that can't be right," I argue.

He laughs once again, like as if I have been blind. "Dad doesn't like him, Charley doesn't like him very much, Graham doesn't like him at all and if it were up to Hayden, he would push him down the stairs. Luke likes him, but that's beside the point."

This time I laugh. "So you are telling me that you, Dad, Charley, Graham and Hayden don't like James and could that be because he is my boyfriend and you are the other men in my life and you are trying to protect me?" I ask.

He smirks and takes his coffee and leaves the room, "I will always hate him, Vena."

I am not going to take that too seriously, considering the fact that he hates every boy that I have ever came in contact with. Orlando is not always easy to deal with.

Even though I have technically forgiven James, in my head it doesn't feel like that all. In the moment, I felt that I should forgive him. Maybe it's those blue eyes of his that make you want to just love him. I am just going to have to get over it. I can't just take my apology back. I don't know how I feel about the whole situation at the moment. Although, I do think that it is a good thing that I forgave him. I want this day to be happy and not angry. That is what my mother asked for and that's what she is going to get.

"Babe," I hear James drag out the nickname from the living room.

I sigh, this can't be good. I walk out with my coffee in my hands and sure enough Orlando and him are having a stare down. Of course.

Men.

"Yes, James?"

"Come here," he tells me, not stopping glaring at my brother.

I walk over to him and stand beside him, "Yes?"

He looks away from Orlando and looks right into my eyes. "Kiss me," he smirks.

My jaw drops a little bit. "Are you kidding me James? For God's sake, straighten up. Stop acting so immature," I walk away from him. As soon as I hear Orlando laugh, I stop immediately.

"Orlando, do not start something. I swear to God..."

He laughs again.

"MOM!" I yell for my mother. Okay, I know that that was pretty immature, but she is the only one who can control him.

Orlando's eye widen. "Vena stop! You are going to get us into trouble!" he whines.

This time I laugh. He's so afraid of our mother that it is hilarious.

"You two, if I have to come in there, there is going to be hell to pay!" my mother shouts from outside the kitchen.

I smile to myself and go out to find James. Hey, hopefully he didn't go out to go fight my ex boyfriend again.

James is sitting on the couch on his phone again. I sit down beside him and glance over at his phone for a brief second. The only thing I see before he sends a message and turns off his phone is the name. Kamer

He looks at me and smiles, "We've got to be at my parents' house by four, just so you know," he tells me.

I throw that reminder to the back of my head. Who is Kamer? I have never heard of that name before.

James grabs my hand and silently rubs circles on the inside of my palm. I look at James. What is he up to?

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As funny as it may sound, James is in the kitchen with my mother, helping making breakfast and I'm pretty sure that my mother is enjoying it a lot more than he is. I'm sure that James is showing my mother a whole new world of cooking.

"VENA, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!" my mom shouts from the kitchen.

I get off the couch and toss my phone on the coffee table. It amazes me how astounded she by James's skills in the kitchen.

When I walk in, I see James chopping onion furiously. I've seen his do this a thousand time and sure the first time was pretty cool, but then after it kind of just gets same old, same old. Kind of like our sex life.

Okay, I take that back because that certainly isn't the case with that sort of subject, but I am right about the chopping of vegetables.

When my mom sees me, she waves me over to the counter excitingly. I look over my mom's shoulder as I watch James cut vegetables. "Isn't it amazing! You don't actually see this kind of stuff in real life, mostly just in those boring cooking shows."

I smile at her happiness from such a simple thing. It really is amazing that sometimes the things that you do can make up someone else's happiness, even though it may not seem like much to you.

As I look at James's face, all I see is concentration. No smile. No expression.

"Vena," I here someone call for me. When I look in the direction of the voice, Luke is standing there.

"Yes?"

"The phone is for you," he holds up the landline.

I stand to walk towards him. "Who is it?"

"Grayson."

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I felt very nervous about making Vena forgive James over night because of what other people have said, like "She's is so bipolar" and calling my characters' profanities. It makes me so incredibly angry because I try so damn hard to make you guys happy, but for some of you that is just not enough. For those fans who love my book and support me and don't shoot down my creations, I praise your existence. 

There could be a possibility of a update before Wednesday, but after that I will basically feel dead. I will try but I am really unsure. 

My Snapchat is not as active as it should be and I'm sorry. I will try to make it a bit more active for you guys. It's the username on here for on there as well for those who don't know. 

—BWS❄️

Friday, May 20th, 2016. 

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