My eyes! They burn!

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While everyone was in class or out, Jasper and Marco were home alone, and let's say things turned a little romantic for them.

After class, Nash and I came back to the house to relax and get something to eat. As soon as we opened the door, we heard screaming coming from Marco's room. What in the world?

Nash and I looked at each other and ran upstairs until we reached his door. Now, this is when it's so important to have a lock on your door. Nash flung the door open, and our eyes widened at sight in front of us.

Then like a great sister I am, I yelled, "My eyes! They burn!" That caused them to stop and Nash to say, "Um, excuse her. Carry on." He yanked me out of the room and closed the door quickly behind us.

We heard noises starting back up and left quickly. That is one sight seared into my brain permanently and not in the right way.

I threatened Nash if he ever spoke a word of this. He was a dead man. No worries there because he never wanted it mentioned again, like ever.

I'm happy Marco found love, but no sister wants to see their sibling or parents getting frisky with someone. I know I didn't.

We made ourselves scarce until whatever they're doing is finish. We ended up at a diner. We might as well eat while we have to wait things out.

We sat down and ordered our food. The waitress seemed a little too flirty with Nash, but he ignored her. When she tried again and again, he put her in her place. I guess being apart makes the heart grow fonder. In Nash's case, jealousy intensified.

She brought back our food and left. Thank God because desperation does not look good on anyone.

"Let's make a promise to never speak of this ever," I said to him.

"No worries there," he replied while shivering.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"You know, we never talked about what happened between us," he mentioned, bringing up the whole breakup between us.

"What's there to talk about, Nash? I broke up with you, you got jealous, and here we are," I shrugged.

"Mags, I hated the fact that you broke up with me. It sucked," he told me regretfully.

"Nash, it sucked for me, too. Do you know what it was like not to be with you when all I wanted to be, was with you?" I looked at him as he looked back at me. "What hurt the most was the fact it took me to break up with you, for you to realize how I felt. To see you flirt with other girls when we were together. Even though you claim it was just friendly. Then here you tell a girl you're sort of in a relationship. That hurt even more." My voice started to crack. I didn't even want to talk about this anymore, and I was losing my appetite.

"I know, and I was stupid for saying something like that. Trust me, I regret it every day, especially to see how to hurt you were, and it was all my fault for causing it."

"It was just hard. I mean, look who I liked for years and look how that ended. Then to feel so insecure because why would a guy like you want to be with someone like me. It's not like I'm pretty or anything," I whispered.

His face contorted to concern when I said that.

"You don't think you're pretty?"

"Well, no," I answered as I sat there. Now I wasn't hungry.

"Mags, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on in my life. You are sweet, kind, funny; people love you. Hell, my cousins love you."

I started to blush.

"You're everything that a guy could want. I hate the fact that you doubt yourself. I also hate the fact that I had a hand in it," he admitted.

I looked at him. Guilt is a horrible feeling. It eats you up inside, and there's nothing you can do to ease it.

"I hate the fact that for years, they have always made me feel unwanted, which in return makes you feel unloved." I didn't realize what I said until it slipped out. He got up out of his seat and moved over to my side, sliding in next to me. He took his finger and placed it under my chin, moving my head to face him.

"You don't know how much I want you. Every fiber in my body is screaming to have you. My lips are aching to claim your lips. My hands are wanting to touch you. It's so hard not to be with you like that, but one-day baby girl, I will make you scream my name," he said in a low husky voice, causing my breathing to hitch and my cheeks to burn.

Just being this close to Nash was making my body go into a tizzy. Ugh, no, we're supposed to go slow. I had to compose myself quickly.

"Um, well, uh," I said, trying to find words that were eluding me at the moment.

He cut me off and said, "Soon. One day, I will have you completely, Mags."

Oh wow, that was hot.

He got up and slid back into the seat across from me. In case you're wondering, no Nash and I have not been intimate since we got back together. We've been taking it slow. Although if he keeps this up, things may progress quicker than expected.

We finished our meal and tried the house again. Only this time, we heard more noises. What the hell is wrong with everyone? Did they take something that causes their freaking hormones to go into overdrive?

Kat came downstairs. "Nice to know you two aren't being as obnoxious as the rest," she yelled towards the stairs.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked her.

"Two very long hours. First, I tried earplugs, but that didn't work then I tried headphones. Which would have been fine if the banging against the wall wouldn't have started?" She grumbled.

"Don't worry. Nixon will be back in no time. Then you can bang to all your heart's content," Nash smirked.

Kat and I looked at him as we rolled our eyes. He was such a dirty boy.

"Seriously, what has gotten into everyone? First, Marco and Jasper," I started to say.

"Marco and Jasper?" She asked me, confused.

"Don't ask, please don't ask," I said, trying to wipe the memory of that unpleasant thought out of my head.

"We caught Marco and Jasper going at it today," Nash said, causing me to turn three shades of red.

"Good for them?" She replied, giving us a confused look.

"Anyway, apparently everyone is getting action except us," Nash huffed.

I looked at him. "I thought we agreed to take it slow?"

"We did. It doesn't mean I'm not excited," Nash said to me with a look. Do you know the look that guys get when they want sex? Yeah, that was the look that flew right over my head.

"Excited? Excited for what?" I questioned him.

"You know?" He gave me a look.

"You're excited for Christmas?"

"Christ, you can't be this oblivious? He's freaking horny," Kat exclaimed with irritation to me.

"What?" I looked at Nash, who gave me a look. "Oh," I replied sheepishly.

"God, I wish Nixon was here," she sighed.

"Since we aren't getting 'busy,' maybe we can cool everyone else down," I suggested.

Nash and Kat looked at each other than at me. "Continue," Nash said.

I leaned over and whispered my plan. We would need a lot of buckets, which they were more than happy to oblige in helping me get them.

We made a quick trip to the hardware store then bought enough buckets to do the job, then we went back to the house, filling them all with ice-cold water.

"Ready?" I asked them as we all stood at different doors.

"Oh yeah," they both agreed. On a count of three, we flung open all the doors and tossed the ice water on everyone, causing them to yell.

The three of us waited downstairs as all of them came running downstairs, fuming.

"What the hell, man?" Paul yelled.

"Listen, you twit. No one wants to listen to you all moaning and groaning. If you want to do that, then find another place," Nash told all of them.

"Oh, come on, Nash. We can't help it if you aren't getting any," Nathan whined.

"Look, Dad put me in charge," Nash reminded him and everyone else.

"Our father's put us in charge," Jace reminded him. Nash looked at him. "You have no room to talk with miss thang over there in your tee shirt."

"A guy has needs," he shrugged.

"Look, I get it, everyone needs some 'alone' time, but not everyone has 'alone' time. So, do this one thing for us, that's all I ask," Nash said to them as he gestured between Kat, him, and me.

They all looked at each other, and Noah said, "Fine."

They all went back upstairs, and we looked at each other. "Do you think everyone will listen?" I asked him.

"Fat chance," he scoffed. It would be a long school year.

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