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• Chapter 1-
•      "JAMIE!!!!!" someone yelled. My hand slapped down on my bare legs as I paused from my afternoon magic lesson. It was a Saturday, I had finished my homework, so I was free to do as I pleased...except the part where I had to constantly check up on Keith and his tendency to tick Cherie off. I slid the glass door open and walked to the game room to find Keith grimacing and his arms crossed over his chest.
•      "What did you do this time?" I asked dryly.
•      "Nothin! That's just it! I sat down on the couch and when I got up, this happened!" he whined, turning around to show Cherie biting the crud outta his butt. I laughed hysterically before I wrenched the dog from his hindquarters.
•      "Sorry." I smiled.
•      "It's alright." He said and rubbed his butt. I looked up at him with confused eyes.
•      "I was talking to the dog, not you." I noted. Keith's expression went flat and he raised his eyebrows at me in an are-you-serious kind of way. "I was joking! Jeez, Keith, can you not take a joke?!" I smacked him on the chest, yet he caught my hand and pulled me to him. Keith always was the kind of guys that was outrageously built yet slim at the same time, if that made any sense. His pirate accent had died down ever since he left and he started to dress in the preppy punk kind of matter-dressing in a navy blue Polo, baggy/saggy stained jeans with a studded belt, a leather strip acting as a bracelet around his wrist, the same 19 rings and earrings, his dark brown shaggy hair that was in a 2 inch braid at the nape of his neck, and flip-flops-the only pirate thing he kept was the greasy-looking eyeliner that was slightly smudged and the rings and earrings. I had to admit he looked like a model for Aeropostle or Hollister. Maybe even American Eagle, not that any of them were different from the other. I didn't shop there for personal reasons (A/N: true statement. =]) 
•      I was still holding Cherie in my right arm when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned my head back till it was hanging loosely and groaned in distress. He chuckled.
•      "Mmm....why must ya deny mey?" he smirked and leaned over towards me. He was about to set his chin in my cleavage, but I shoved him off and straightened my posture. He wrinkled his nose.
•      "Probably because I'm still in love with him and I want to stay loyal." I said sourly, turning on him and setting Cherie down on the sofa. I felt his hands grip my hips and his nose nuzzle the crook of my neck.
•      "Which I understand completely, Jae. I just don't get why ya refuse to move on." He mumbled and rested his chin on my shoulder. What did he not get about me not wanting to move on? Wishing to be loyal is a perfect reason for why I was still single, right? Even if he has been gone for over 6 months
•      "You know Brian would never approve of this." I grumbled. I fidgeted in his iron grip to free myself. He sighed hopelessly as if I wasn't doing a thing to get away from him.
•      "Yea, I know. That's why I'm doing it now before he gets here." He replied.
•      "Pardon me?" I asked.
•      "Did I not tell ya? Brian is comin in less than 3 weeks." He announced. I froze in his embrace. Brian....coming....home.....here......pirate?! No you didn't tell me this! -- Which I meant to saw aloud, but my current anger kept my lips pressed in a firm line. As if having one pirate and a dragon constantly rampaging throughout my house was enough, in THREE WEEKS I'd have to deal with Brian too?! Was God crazy?! Brian would kill Taylor for claiming I belonged with him and murder is the last thing I want on my brother's plate. He already had 3 thefts, 28 drinking and driving, 19 robberies, 13 assaults, and 7 high speed chases on his record. One more thing and he was out.
•      I wonder what Brian looks like. The last time I saw him--which was 5 years ago--he had thick, glossy hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail and was usually draped over his broad shoulder. Like my father, his eyes were a dull, icy blue and like the old Keith, he had long sideburns, but that was the only facial hair he had. Brian never was the kind to get that tough biker look. He was a man that could say whatever he wanted and get away with it. Even to our parents! Oooo...how I envied him. Just the thought of when I used to watch him cuss them off and not being punished infuriated me. Damn him!
•      One way or the other, he was my dear brother and I would have to hold the questions for at least a day after he arrives. Come to think of it: how long was he staying? When I asked Keith, who had released my hips was in the game room playing Pool, he shrugged and returned to his game. Another question popped up in my mind: why were all these pirates, mind it was only two, suddenly showing up? Since bikers and pirates looked so similar it was unbelievable, I would have a hard time trying to tell one from the other. My stomach lurched uneasily at the consideration of asking Brian why his kind was coming to Houston all of the sudden. I was at a party full of pirates once and let me say I have never felt so violated, so out of place, so grimy, so drunk in my life and I don't plan to ever do that again! I shuddered unconsciously as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. Keith's booming voice came from downstairs. I'm guessing Cherie had gotten mad at him again by the way he called my name repeatedly. I hurried to my room and locked the door behind me just in case he tried to come get me.
•      I rummaged through my CD collection, hauled out one, and popped it into my CD player. "All around me" by Flyleaf blasted through my headphones as I flopped down onto my bed, back down. Forget about changing into clothes, I felt fine the way I was even if I was only being clothed by a pale yellow towel. It was frightening how this song related to my past love-life that no longer existed... I turned the volume up when Keith banged his fist on my door desperately. My eyes closed softly, imagining him here with me, hovering above me and staring down at my form as I ran my fingers through his hair. No more worries....no more pain....no more crying for him to return.... it was only for the time being. I had to make the best of it.
• "My hands are searching for you
  My arms are outstretched towards you
  I feel you on my fingertips
  My tongue dances behind my lips for you..." I whispered on cue. My singing wasn't all that terrible. I was in choir in 4^th and 5^th grade. Too bad that was so long ago. "This fire rising through my being, burning I'm not used to seeing you" I paused till the chorus was done to continue. 
• "My hands float up above me
  And you whisper you love me
  And I begin to fade
  Into our secret place" by then my imagination was going wild and played themselves out with each word that befell my lips. His soft inhuman skin felt like marble underneath my hands while they traced every feature on his face. He watched me with his turquoise blue eyes lovingly, letting me do as I pleased to mesmerize him; although I already had. I was too caught up to continue singing, but the part of me that was screaming out in pain managed to get me to croon the one part of the song that meant the most to me.
  
• "Take my hand
  I give it to you.
  Now you own me,
  All I am.
  You said you would never leave me.
  I believe you.
  I believe..." my eyes shot open, my hand fleeing to my eye to catch a hot droplet of water. I stared at the clear bead on my finger and settled down once I knew I was crying. I always did when I got to this part in the song. You'd think I'd stop listening to "All around me", but it was self torture and it felt good. It was my escape. Everybody needs an escape, whether it's from your life being totally sucky, a break-up, or a heart-break.... self-torture was necessary. He was my self-torture....
• (mk so, i know this one was long, its because of the song. lol. anyways, 6-8 votes for the next chapter. Thanks!~Dott)