* i know i can't give you what

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 816 WORDS - ILU jt sat on his bed, legs folded underneath him, x-box controller in hand. he was busy killing zombies, and of course talking mad shit through the headset that was placed over his ears. jt currently had a cold, one of those nasty bugs that he got every once in a while that completely drained him of all energy. he knew he had to get better soon, the band was getting ready to record soon, and he needed to get healthy. he was even more annoyed that he had let himself get sick because now he couldn't go out to the bar and hit on chicks... not while he was running a fever and his nose was so stuffed up that he sounded like a ten year old. he didn't really like it when anyone saw him like this, so he'd been living off of whatever soup cans were stashed in the back of his pantry, and saltine crackers. he had thought about ordering a pizza, but when he picked up the phone his throat was so scratchy that no one could understand him on the other line. he had gotten a little better, but honestly this was a great excuse to spend all day playing video games and sleeping, two things he never got to do enough. he was getting hungry though, and he had raided his entire fridge already. the only things left inside were ketchup and sour milk, and neither really sounded too tasty at the moment. he really needed to learn to take better care of himself, to at least do some grocery shopping, but no, he was a naive twenty-two year old who spent his money living a life he wanted to live. he hadn't actually used his stove in four or five months, let alone searched for food he would actually have to cook. the guitarist pulled out his cell phone and searched through his favorites, looking for lydia's name. he could have called his mom, but nothing sounded more pathetic than a twenty-two year old needing his mommy to take care of him. lydia was the obvious choice, because she wouldn't make fun of him like leon would and wouldn't accidentally poison him like sawyer might. besides, lydia was the only person jt could rely on completely, eleven years of friendship had proven that. no matter how mean he was to her every waking hour of every day, he knew she knew it was because he appreciated her, no matter how stupid and fucked up logic that may be. lydia was the one girl in his life that he had never tried to sleep with, the one girl he didn't treat like an object for his amusement. the one girl that he actually had an ounce of respect for. it wasn't that jt was sexist, he just knew his bro's always had his back, and being 'just friends' with girls was basically the same as being rejected. lydia had always been there for him though, and she actually talked to him when he was ugly and awkward and wore braces and didn't know how to style his hair. she was basically the same as one of the guys, except she had boobs that jt had never bothered to stare at. and, she was actually nice to him... when he was being nice to her. he clicked on her name and pulled out their text messaging thread, which was filled with idle threats and lots of play fights. "can you bring me some soup? i'm sick." he typed. no nonsense, no mind games. a simple request, because he wasn't in the mood to fuck with her head right now. no, his head was killing him and he was almost out of advil, and he was worried he would overdose on cough syrup if he dared take any more. "oh, and some pain killers too? thanks." he sent another, not worrying about sounding annoying or needy - he was both, and he knew it already. "please?" he sent one last text, hoping she was near her phone and would actually come to his rescue in his time of need. he really, really did not want to call his mom, and the only food left in his cabinet was mac and cheese that had expired in 2005... how he had obtained something that digusting he wasn't sure, but there was no way he was going to test that without trying a few other options first. he reached for his water and took a few gulps, trying to ignore the burning in his throat. he really shouldn't have made out with that girl at that bar the other day... he was sure this bug had come from her. jt turned his game off and pulled up the regular tv, surfing the channels for some fun reality trash that could keep him entertained while he waited.

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

apartment living was frustrating, to say the least. even lydia, who rarely found herself getting ruffled feathers about anything was starting to get a bit irritated with her surroundings. now was just one of those times where she felt like barricading herself into a fortress of pillows and her cheaply handmade tie-dye duvet cover. it was her comfort zone, and it sort of subtracted from the discomfort of listening to her neighbors on both sides having loud sex. it was a rather embarrassing issue to deal with, really. as confrontational and up front as lyd was, she wasn't about to go next door, knock, and bitch the couples out for getting it on. she didn't want to be known as the boner-killing floormate, and she especially didn't want to deal with sweaty wives hiding behind their panting husbands. she nearly choked at the thought, and was only too glad to receive a text message from jt. god, that was such a weird thought. her? happy to hear from him? that was almost more repulsive than the horny people next door, really.

it was no secret that lydia and jt shared a strange relationship. technically there really was no 'relationship,' but their interaction was so screwed up and peculiar that she questioned why she still even associated with him. she felt a bit biased to keep him in her life, since they'd grown up together and he was the last remaining piece of her childhood left... but still. her less pugnacious friends often ridiculed her for being pals with him to this day. they claimed he was abusive to her almost, when really, she was just as bad back to him, and had oddly 'good' intentions in the midst of it all. the pair obviously didn't know when to quit and took cheap shots and low blows left and right, but lydia never really thought anything jt said to her was all that bad. she did occasionally have to remind herself that he was only kidding... or so she hoped. she chewed her lip in thought as she stared at his text and blinked slowly; feeling the device vibrate while in her hand two more times to continue his message. she wasn't really a big fan of doing people favors, and especially not for people who called her a lesbian and cracked fat jokes a bit too often. however, james slater was an odd exception. and besides, if she did this, he totally owed her one in return.

for that reason, paired with the fact that deep down, she cared about his well-being, lyd tore her little fort apart and began the hunt. she scavenged quickly and picked around her pantry and drawer set. she had everything he was asking for, and quickly shoved a few miscellaneous campbell's soup cans into her tote along with a bottle of aspirin, a bag of cough drops, and a box of kleenex. she hesitated at the door once she caught a glimpse of herself in the shiny brass handle and retreated instantly to her room. her hair stood on edge from the static created in the blanket and pillow fort, and she decided it wouldn't do any harm to smooth things over a bit before heading out. besides, she already seemed like an overprotective and over prepared mother, so a few extra minutes of primping wouldn't kill her. as she switched out of ratty pajama pants and slid on jeans that hugged her lengthy legs, she had to stop and wonder. jt was probably only going to dog on her for her knobby knees and split-ends. why was she even bothering to look slightly presentable? it was beyond her, but she had already racked up five or ten extra minutes and decided it was time to head out for real. she slung her clunky bag over her shoulder and began the short journey over to jt's.

"honey, i'm home." the brunette jested as she casually slipped inside jt's place. she still had a spare key from the time she had offered to feed his fish while he was out on tour, and you better believe that she took that to her advantage. she was quick to pull the bag of hall's coughdrops out of her purse and whip them over in jt's direction. "i figured you didn't call me because your throat hurts or something." she shrugged as she continued to forage through her endless bag, feeling a bit like mary poppins minus the good manners and morals and whatnot. "i told you to stop sucking so many dicks, jamie. don't you learn?" she grinned and flicked her gaze over to him, hoping to catch a twitch of an annoyed emotion from him. she felt a bit bad for him, to be honest, and she was actually taking it easy on him. he had said 'please' to her in his texts, so she knew better than to kick him while he was already down. even if he did slightly deserve it for hurting her feelings more than she would like to admit. "chicken 'nood or tomato soup?" she asked him with a hint of honey-like sweetness tucked away as she searched around for a pot and clicked on the stove top. she wasn't so bad after all, huh?

HEY TATI, THIS IS 885 WORDS FOR JT AND I LOVE YOU

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 854 WORDS - THIS SUCKS HAHAHHAAHHAHAHA jersey shore wasn't quite as entertaining when jt felt like he was dying, and he flipped the tv channel yet again, landing on some infomercial for a magic blender that he just tuned out. he looked at his phone - no response. he figured this was payback or something, for all the times he was a jerk to her, or teased her for being a lesbian, or called her chubby chipmunk face. he wasn't very nice to lydia, and he hadn't been since high school. he was a lot nicer to her then, back when he had braces and glasses and wasn't such a lady's man. as soon as he started getting 'hot' though, when he picked up a guitar and started wearing skinny jeans, this ego appeared and never left. he wasn't sure why she stuck around with him, maybe because when he was about to push her over the edge, he'd come back and apologize and try to be the nice little james that she once knew. when he was sick like this, he got pathetic. he turned into the gooey marshmallow that he used to be, the boy who never dreamed of cheating on a girlfriend and who would never in a million years call lydia a fatass. back when they'd have sleepovers, and make smores in the microwave, and his mom would tell him that one day, he'd marry her. if only his mom could see how he acted around lydia now. jt was just about to doze off into a drug induced sleep when he heard the door open, and he jolted up, looking around wildly. he had completely forgotten that he had given lydia a key to his apartment, that one time he went on tour and needed someone to feed his prized beta fish while he was off breaking hearts and making a name for himself. luckily lydia didn't kill his fish, otherwise he would have had to bury her in the park behind his place. "momma bear." he whined, attempting to catch the bag that had been thrown his way. "you are so gooood to meee." he coughed, wincing as he tried to swallow the rest of the water from his glass. he popped a couple of the cough drops in his mouth, making a note that they were cherry - his favorite flavor. "no, obviously i didn't." he scowled, hating the little nickname that reminded him of being in kindergarten and a total puss. any kind of nickname revolving his first name, or even just his first name in general, was a no-no for jt. he was jt, jay tee. not james, jamie, jams, none of that. still, lydia was the only one who could call him any of those and get away without a scratch on her - just an angry glare thrown her way. he watched from the couch as she rummaged around in his kitchen, searching for something to cook with. honestly he was surprised his pots weren't still in the plastic wrapping he had bought them in, he couldn't remember the last time he had actually cooked. for the past few days he had been throwing his soup in the microwave, even though it'd inevitably splatter all over the inside... yes, he needed to remember to clean that. "chicken noodle pleeeease." he whined, jumping up from the couch, bringing his blanket with him. the cough drops were definitely helping, and he wasn't about to leave lydia alone in the kitchen, lest she burn his apartment down. "thanks again." he grumbled, still resenting that he had to ask for help. still, it was better than leaving the house, that would mean he would have to change out of his basketball shorts and actually look presentable. after all, he never knew who he'd run into out there. fans, ex-girlfriends, future girlfriends... he had to look his best in public, he was a little girly that way. "you really are my best friiiend." he sang, knowing that if he was a dick to her, she'd just leave and then he'd have to cook his soup all on his own. hopefully lydia wouldn't get used to the nice jt, because he rarely appeared unless he was charming his way into a new girl's bed. he leaned against the counter and watched the stove, taking mental notes on how to... turn on the stove... "you should cook for me more often." he laughed, his chuckle turning into a cough. damn it, he was definitely going to be more careful around people from now on, he wasn't sure he could handle getting sick again any time soon. he thought back to the times in elementary school when the two of them used to play house and he laughed, this was exactly how it was back then. him being an annoyance, hovering over her while she did whatever she was working on. he figured the two of them were still best friends because no one else could be crazy enough to take the job, no, they were both a handful and both probably needed a good ass kicking.

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

lydia struggled with jt. a lot. to know that she was probably the only girl in his contacts that he hadn't had his penis in was a little bit infuriating. she felt sort of protective over him since they had been so close growing up, but she didn't exactly know what other fiery feelings were beneath the surface of that. there was no way in hell that she was actually attracted to him, right? yeah, she had actually thought he was really cute back in middle school, and yes, she had spent her prom night bawling her eyes out because jt hadn't asked her to be his date... but hey. that was in the past. they were adults now, and it was stupid to dwell on those kinds of things, right? just because she had been his chemistry partner junior year didn't mean that they actually had any chemistry between the two of them. duh.

hearing his greeting, she couldn't help but crack a smile. she couldn't give a shit if he was only being nice to her because he needed something and he was in a vulnerable position. she loved the feeling of being needed and not hated for once, and she wasn't going to question it. she had the feeling that once he was all healthy and snot-free again, they would never speak of this day. so why should she bother being a bitch? she shook her head at what he said and corrected him promptly. "i'm just being a good friend, papa wolf." she wanted to be clear that this was no damn pity party. she was here on strict friend business only. no charity cases tonight. she giggled slightly at his scowl, and considered it a job well done on her part. she wasn't going to be all nice. that was just asking way too much.

"mmkay," she nodded and watched him get up from his comfy looking spot where she had actually slept over many times. she dumped the can into the pot before tossing it in the trash, and began her quest to find a decent stirring spoon in his chaotic drawers. she sighed slightly. boys. how could they be so messy and still get away with it? "it's no big deal, jt." she looked at him sternly, trying to convey that to him thoroughly. i'm just doing the same job your microwave can do." she laughed uncomfortably, knowing that he was still kicking himself internally for not being able to fend for himself. even though he had changed rather dramatically in recent years, she had learned his new character rather quickly... or so she liked to believe. it hurt slightly to see your best friend grow away from you, but it wasn't like she could cry about it to him. god, no. never.

she beamed as he brought out the 'best friend' term and had to step on her own toe to get herself to stop looking like such a my little pony douchebag in front of him. "i better be!" she teased, reaching over to give him a poke and a push all in one. that was probably the first time she had ever touched him in a non-violent way. odd. "i'm not even cooking, though..." she trailed off with a confused expression; brow knitted together as she stirred the contents of the pot slowly and turned the heat up a bit. "next time i make pizza, i'll bring you some. that's some real cooking." she offered, hoping she didn't sound desperate to hang out or anything. god forbid she become 'one of the girls.'

she swayed slightly as she waited for the soup to warm up, and decided not to fill in the time with pointless conversation. she rummaged around for a bowl and another spoon and set them on the counter beside her for later. "what's wrong with you this time? she asked, nodding at him as she stared down into the swirling bowl of salty noodles and blandly flavored water. "because if you've got like, swine flu... welll, i'm out. i put up with your herpes, but i can't handle any h1n1 shit. sorry." she said, obviously in jest. she leaned back against his fridge and crossed her legs at the ankle; pursing her lips as she always did when she thought. "i hope you don't die or anything." that was nice, right?

being nice to jt was like walking on pins and needles. it felt so good to be able to actually have a conversation and not just be sitting there, thinking up a comeback for the next time she got a chance to talk. however, the last thing she wanted to do now was let her guard down. she refused to be taken back by anything he said anymore, so she was on the ready for any curve ball he might try to throw.

HEY TATI, THIS IS 819 WORDS FOR JT AND I LOVE YOU

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 822 WORDS - RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE jt laughed at lydia's modesty - it wasn't something he was used to. lydia was usually the girl who kicked the crap out of him at halo, and never let him forget it. she didn't let jt go on his bragging sprees, she knew how to put him back in his place, and even though he was mean to her for doing it, he appreciated it. lydia was the only connection he had left to his childhood, since he rarely spoke to his parents anymore. she knew all of his secrets, all of his fears, pretty much everything about him. even the things he had never told anyone before, not even her... she just, knew. he appreciated the way she knew when to stop teasing him, or when he really did deserve it. even though jt would never in a million years admit it, he was grateful for everything lydia had done for him over the past eleven years. after all, no one else would put up with his bullshit for that long. no one else was crazy enough. "oh shut up, you're better than the microwave." he scowled, giving her a little kick in the heel, playfully of course. he leaned forward to look at the soup, which looked a little bit like vomit, but hey, it was soup. it didn't need to be good, 'cause he couldn't taste anything anyways. he sniffled, reaching behind him for some tissues. he didn't care if it was gross, he'd wash his hands after. he laughed when she pushed him over, happy that she hadn't used too much force - he was really sore right now. he rubbed his arm gently and stared at her when she said the word 'pizza', his jaw practically dropping open at the offer. "are you shitting me? yes. you have to do this now." he demanded. "well, not right now. but. you know... later now." he corrected himself, his eyebrows scrunching together as he tried to figure out what he had just said. that cough syrup had to be getting to his head, he felt like he was practically high right now. he watched her walk around the kitchen, fetching his bowl and spoon, and he grinned as he realized she really was doing all this work for him. he didn't need to help, or show her where anything was. this was honestly the coolest thing a girl had ever done for him, ever. sure, he had plenty of girls for the naughty stuff, but that was about them just as much as it was about him. lydia was being really selfless right now, doing all this for a best friend that had treated her like shit for the past three years. he nodded to himself, hoping he'd remember to be nice to her after all of this. chances were he wouldn't - he was too hardheaded to ever learn from his mistakes, which was really a shame and a big way that he lost his oldest friends. lydia was really the only one who had stuck around longer than a few years, aside from his bandmates. he often wondered how she could deal with his antics day after day, and why she was even still friends with him after all the crap he pulled. "i'm not sure. i think i got a cold from..." he paused, looking at the floor as he blatantly lied to his best friend. "leon. he was sick last week. i dunno." he tapped his fingers along the counter, trying to think of a quick recovery... but his head was too fuzzy, he couldn't think of an adequate web of lies to spin. "yeah... you got my herpes a long time ago, didn't you?" he laughed sadly, hoping she didn't think twice about his lie. "oh, you hope i don't die? aw, you're just so sweet lydia, you shouldn't have." he joked, walking up to her so he could wrap his arms around her, squeezing her into a tight bear hug. "thank you, lyd." he mumbled, giving her another big squeeze. he seemed to recall his mother saying he always became sweeter when he was sick and pathetic... maybe she wasn't so full of shit after all. before he let go, he planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her cheek and backed up again, out of arm's reach, lest she come after him for that. "now you'll get sick too, sucka." he laughed again, suppressing the cough he could feel coming. "please don't hurt me, i'm injured..." he said, realizing that he had just messed with someone who never had any mercy when it came to jt's little douchebag moments. like when he put an ant in her hair, and she punched him. sure, they were twelve when this happened, but that was the day he realized it wasn't a good idea to fuck with lydia. not like he ever learned his lesson...

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

jt was... something else. truly. she actually had people come up to her and ask her what he was 'really like,' and she never had any idea how to respond to them. all she could do was smile politely and shrug. who was she to tell them that he was a two-faced kid? it wouldn't be fair... especially considering she saw him as much more than that. however, she wasn't about to go and spill her whole god damned life story to some curious sixteen year old. fuck no. she was done with all of that. she was sick of being known as 'the friend' of the 'famous' person, and just wanted things to go back to how they were. maybe jt was over those days, but lydia definitely still had a huge soft spot in her heart for them. maybe that was why she was so hell bent on not becoming another person to just fade out of his life. she wouldn't go down that easily, as she had probably already proven.

lydia whimpered playfully when she felt his foot contact the back of her foot. "god, james, you're such a biiiitch." she whined, pouting so much that her lower lip jutted well out below her upper. she'd had plenty of years of practice to perfect that sad look. it had never really won jt over, but there was still hope yet. it was funny, their relationship. it was so push and pull that it drove lyd insane on a daily basis when they were together. she never knew what to expect, and his odd level of 'niceness' today was almost unbearable. she wasn't into bullshit, but she couldn't quite tell if he was being serious or not. he had a funny way of expressing his real appreciation (hair pulling, spitting, kicking, etc.) so it was difficult to understand what this all meant. was he secretly plotting her death, or something? she looked over at him quickly, just to make sure his kleenex hadn't turned into some chloroform rag while she wasn't paying attention. that would be a new one.

yes, your majesty. she rolled her eyes as he bowed playfully to his request. a short laugh accompanied her joking actions, and she went right back to his soup. her giggle died rather quickly as she stared down into the murky brewing mix. she wished she could have done better than this... especially when he was feeling this crappy. it would have to do. she would just play up her own 'niceness' as well. she listened to him skeptically as he explained the origins of his virus she rolled her eyes yet again as she stirred the soup around and hoped he hadn't seen. the last thing she wanted to do (besides somehow burn the soup) was to start an argument with him. hell, she didn't even want to judge him. "oh, right." she said simply. "so now you're like, into making out with leon?" she smirked.

lydia's shoulders lifted into a plain shrug once he criticized her wish. at least she thought it had been nice she wanted him to stay alive. usually that was smiled upon, but whatever. it was always jokes between these two, as much as lyd sometimes loathed it. all she wanted in life was someone to cuddle her and watch 'true blood' with. whenever she told jt that show gave her nightmares and that he should come over, he just left her a voice mail doing a horrible bill compton impression. but whatever. lyd wouldn't dwell on it... especially since he was hugging her now. she smiled slightly as she felt him press against her. she missed that a lot, but you'd never catch her saying that. ever. "you're welcome." she said quietly as he let go. it was really no big deal. he would do the same thing for her.... um. maybe?

she wiped his slobber off her cheek and glared at him menacingly. "you're lucky i feel bad for you right now," she grimaced sourly as she ignored him and turned off the burner on the stove. "i'm gonna get you back someday." she looked up at him mischievously as she poured the pot out into his bowl and pushed it toward him gently. "mark my words, james slater. i'll get you." she had an evil look to her as she sidled by him and made her way onto the couch. she slid under some of the other blankets he had been using before and draped them over her before taking over his spot completely. "you've got a nice set-up, bro." she said rather shamelessly. the trading of words like 'bro' and 'dude' and some less appropriate slurs between the two was almost grotesque with their great frequency. "i should come over more often than just when you need me, yeah?

HEY TATI, THIS IS 811 WORDS FOR JT AND I LOVE YOU

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 1055 WORDS - SOOKEH jt wasn't quite sure where his friendship with lydia stood... ever. they'd be fighting one day, trying to make each other's lives hell... and five minutes later they'd be getting along, asking each other to hang out. they rarely asked each other for favors, unless it was a special occasion like this one. it wasn't that he couldn't rely on lyd - because honestly she was the most reliable friend he had - but he didn't like to put that kind of pressure on her. he got some shit from random people about her all the time... from fans, friends, co-workers, etc. they all thought the two were dating, judging by the amount of time they spent together, and all told him he should lighten up, and be a little nicer to the girl who was currently making him food and nursing him back to good health. he'd simply shrug it off and tell them that this was how they always were, they'd constantly abuse each other and somehow still be okay. throughout the constant insults, punches, pinches, and even the occasional headbutt, he knew that they'd always be friends. even when they got into legitimate fights - sometimes they wouldn't talk for days, even weeks - he knew that in a few days, things would get back to normal. lydia was his security blanket, no matter how lame that made him sound. he needed her around at all times, otherwise he'd be an even bigger bitch than usual. even when she was calling him james, or jamie, or even butthead, he'd take that over one of those obnoxious, clingy girls any way. the problem with jt was that he liked to hit it and quit it, as having an actual commitment was not an attractive idea to him. lydia was the only girl in his life that he hadn't gotten rid of after a few weeks, and he hoped she knew that meant she was a good friend. like his sister... his somewhat cute, very sassy sister. he laughed as she tried to puppy dog face her way to making him feel bad about his little kick - he had enough experience with the different woman techniques of manipulation, they never affected him. they had all been tried on him multiple times by multiple people, whether it was fishing for compliments, or faking the same interests to get him to flirt more, or those doe eyes that nearly every girl seemed to have perfected. james frowned, sticking his foot out to kick her again, but purposely missing so he didn't actually leave a bruise or anything. "yes, i make out with leon all the time. he's my new girlfriend." he laughed and then jokingly made a few disgusted faces before picking up a kleenex to sneeze into - god, this cold was fucking obnoxious. "don't be too jealous, i know you wanna ride his disco stick." jt snickered at his own little joke, ignoring the little twinge in his insides when he thought about what life would be like if lyd ever developed a crush on his bandmate. that would be awkward for sure - he'd have to deal with them making out and texting and... all sorts of gross things that he just didn't want to think about when it came to lydia's love life. he had lucked out in that department, and honestly didn't get very much gossip from her at all. all he knew was that she wasn't a virgin, and he was pretty sure she had learned to not talk about her crushes around him, because he'd just make fun of her forever and ever about it. hell, he still teased her about some guy she had a crush on in ninth grade, who had gross hair and buck teeth. "i know i am." he grinned, watching her turn the burner off - good, his apartment wouldn't burn down. "you will? no you won't, you'll take one look at my beautiful face and forget whatever ill thoughts you have against me." he joked, knowing that lydia was the only girl who didn't want him for his looks and his status... yet another reason why he liked her company. she never flirted with him, never tried touching his junk, never tried getting a song written about her. she was just another bro with boobs. he looked a little frightened when that look took over her face though, remembering that vindettas were kind of lydia's thing... he watched as she took his blankets and snuggled into him, and jt glared at her as he watched his perfect little blanket cave get filled with her body. "you're a dick." he mumbled, walking over to her and collapsing on top of her. "i'll invite you over all the time if you let me have some blankets." he answered as he pushed her a little bit over, snuggling up to her so he could get a little warmth as well. he let his soup sit on the table, cooling off a little before he dared take a sip. he grabbed the remote from the side table and flipped through the channels, and tossed it into the pile of blankets in front of lydia. "you can pick what we watch... i don't think i have the concentration for a video game, sorrryyy." in reality, he didn't want to lose to lydia while he was sick - because he knew she'd whoop his ass even harder with his mind wandering all over the place. "you should switch it to hbo." he joked, knowing there was bound to be a true blood marathon on - the one show he absolutely loved to torture her with. "sookeeehhh." he growled into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her once more, so she couldn't squirm away. "i love you sookehhhh. don't leave mehhhh." he continued, his lips brushing against her ear as his voice got lower and quieter. "i can't live without you, sookehhhhh." jt moved his lips from her ear, and opened his mouth all the way, placing his teeth on her neck and giving a soft squeeze, getting a little too into the character. "oops, sorry." he said as he realized what he was doing, his voice returning to normal, his arms unwrapping from around her waist.

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

lydia liked to think that she wasn't being used. really, she didn't see any problem with she and jt's relationship. she was so sick of hearing about it from other people and even trying to explain their ways was growing on her nerves very quickly. after you knew someone for more than five years, things sort of got muddled and hard to really pick apart. their long history together wasn't really anything that could be summed up easily with some 'long story short' bologna excuse. lydia ignored all of the speculations and inquisitions. whose business was it anyway but their own? lyd barely even understood their interactive dynamic as it was... how was she supposed to tell someone else why they went from reading old 'goosebumps' books together one minute to giving each other papercuts four pages thick in another. it was an insane concept and there was no way for anyone, even jt or lydia themselves to be able to grasp it. lydia was never one to take the easy way out and part of her, way deep down, didn't want to sell their partnership short. undeniably, they had been through quite a bit together and she didn't want to shortchange their story any time soon. it wasn't even a big deal anyway.

it wasn't like lydia posed a threat to fan girls. to jt, she was still probably just the horse-faced girl who was taller than all of the boys in middle school. he would never ever consider kissing her, let alone sleeping with her. right? lyd couldn't even bring herself to imagine that. the amount of rumors that flew around about them dating often put the ideas in her head... but that didn't mean she wanted them there. she was just a simple girl trying to live a simple life. jt's status of fame was just sort of an obstacle in her way, if anything. she could care less if he was in music videos or on the covers of magazines. though, that didn't mean she wasn't happy for him. she rarely admit it, if ever, but she was so proud of james. honestly. it made her heart jump and the corner of her eyes just get the slightest bit of a mist in them whenever she heard their name or sound mentioned or played in some public place. it was a refreshing feeling to know he had made something out of himself, even if he had walked over some people to get there. at least she was still there... even if she did feel like she was at the bottom of the totem pole like the gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

her sad little attempt to soften his heart and win an apology out of him obviously was without victory. she should have known better, considering the amount of females james slater was usually seen around. it could be annoying at times to be backseat to the pretty ladies that all flocked to him, but she just sat in the corner and waited her turn and pretended to be texting or something. it wasn't a big deal. she couldn't blame him. if she had become someone worthy of a fuckyeah page on tumblr or something like that, then she would certainly understand. hoes before bros... right? something like that, at least? lyd didn't really know, and she figured that by now, because of her slightly deranged thoughts, jt's sickness was airborne and she was probably infected and going insane. oh well. might as well make the best of it.

"ha!" lydia boasted proudly. "i knew it all along. bandcest strikes again," she snickered, shaking her head with a mock sense of disapproval. although she knew that that was nowhere near true, if it were, she wouldn't have really cared. it was his life, not her's. "yeah, right. that's my fantasy alright." lydia rolled her eyes and wiped away at the goosebumps crawling up her arms. that was such a strange thought. she tried so hard to keep her love interests out of the music industry that it was insane. thinking about being with anyone that close to her -- that close to jt -- was almost creepy. like a brother, or something. lyd wasn't interested, even if jt was making lady gaga references to try and make it more appealing. no thanks. she was glad that he found himself to be funny though, and let him have his fun. obviously he was kidding and this was no real thing to start a fight over. besides, she didn't want to end up brawling next to a pot of practically boiling liquid. that wouldn't go well for the either of them, especially with lydia's horrendous luck.

lydia couldn't help but roll her eyes at jt's comment. "beautiful face?" she wanted to affirm his statement. she shook her head yet again to deny him. such a typical scene. "my butt is prettier than your face, so no. wrong as usual." she beamed happily, rapping her nails against the counter top absently as she waited for his ego to potentially deflate. eh... not likely. but she could try, couldn't she? the truth of the matter was, jt was really attractive. hella attractive, even. however, to lydia... it just wasn't a thought that commonly reoccurred in her head when she thought of him. whenever she would notice his tanned skin and suddenly cute face, she just drifted back to thoughts of him back in the day. they had just been together too long for her to willingly admit that he was an attractive human being. fuck, that hurt to think about, oddly enough. as much as lydia liked to consider herself a bro, she still had girl tendencies. you can't help hormones, after all. but enough of that.

the sincere contradiction of a relationship that jt and lydia had was actually really well demonstrated with what he had said and what he had done. he cut her down, and then flopped right on top of her and cuddled up to her. how did this make any sense? how had neither of them gone insane by now? she let out a small oof with the sudden weight and tried to struggle against him, but it was unnecessary. james found a nice spot next to her and her lungs were no longer in jeopardy. all seemed to be at peace. she nodded slightly and let him in on her little cocoon fortress of sheets and blankets that she had already wrapped herself up in. pretty generous, eh? she watched him surf through television stations aimlessly and bit her lip, hoping that this wouldn't just turn into some stupid staring contest because nothing was on. luckily, he had another idea.

lydia was too focused on finding the channel he requested to comment back on the video game thing. if she had, though, she would've been all about taking him down. he lucked out, there. he also spared himself from listening to some grandiose speech about girl power, and that was always good, too. she landed right on hbo just as he started his idiotic (yet hilarious) banter and found herself giggling at the feeling of him in her ear. "beel compton, i swear to god, if you don't get offa me, i'll-" she had to stop; she was laughing too hard now. his lips against her ear had her writhing and squirming against him pathetically. she had lost this game already and as soon as she heard herself snort she knew she was done for. she couldn't help it. it was so nice to see james letting down his 'jerk' wall to be himself with her again. really, it was. the teeth chomping down on her exposed neck was just too much, and she found herself playing possum just to try and escape it. her jaw clamped tight to try and ward off the waning smile that threatened to peel her lips apart. she could keep a straight face for only so long before she broke, which was thankfully after his apology and his retreat.

she simply shrugged her small-set shoulders and turned to him slightly. "it's okay, but... she said plainly, before leaning in ever so suspensefully. "you killed eggs." she let him in on 'the big secret' with a mock look of terror. she let out a small whining shriek that she knew he would hate her for and this time wrapped her arms around his chest. "you killed eggs! egggggs!" she whimpered into his chest, rolling around with him just enough to make it seem like they'd both end up in a heap on the ground. after a while of clinging and 'crying,' she looked up at him and flipped her heavy mass of hair over her shoulder. "am i even black enough to be tara?" she asked quietly, as if she were going to offend him or something. they were long past that point, though.

HEY TATI, THIS IS 1499 WORDS FOR JT AND SOOKEHHHH

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 1058 WORDS - I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT WITH LIKE TWO MORE WORDS TO GO... while the constant rumors surrounding the extent of jt and lydia's relationship was highly amusing to jt, he also absolutely hated it whenever any fan brought her up around him. he'd been asked to his face about her, he'd overheard them talking about how she was slutty, or wasn't pretty enough for him, or that she was a bitch and didn't deserve him. comments like those made jt absolutely crazy - he was the only one allowed to insult lydia, because he actually knew her, and the extent of her crazy. the pair had never exactly been normal, and no part of their friendship would seem even the least bit sane to an outsider. most would see their movie quote rituals as a little odd, and if they saw how they talked in code about other people, they'd probably write jt and lydia off as a pair of crackheads who spoke in tongues. he knew lydia had her flaws - everybody had at least a few - and found himself oddly protective over her whenever anyone would mention that her mouth was larger than most people's or that she didn't have huge boobs. jt had the guts to say stuff like this to her face - whenever he'd get mad at her, he'd call her trace cyrus or the president of the itty bitty titty committee. but twelve year old girls saying this stuff behind her back simply wasn't acceptable in any instant. "i'm telling leon you said that." he smirked, knowing he actually wouldn't dare say anything about lydia to leon, lest he get it in his head that he could actually get into her pants. he didn't need that kind of cross contamination between his friendships - lydia was his, the band was his. they needed to stay as seperate as possible for him to stay sane. sure, he was a selfish bastard that way, but he would openly admit to anyone who asked that he was rude and didn't like sharing. honestly how he even managed to have any friends astounded him ninety percent of the time. jt stuck his lower lip out, his naturally puppy dog eyes getting a little more sad, even threatening to water - a symptom of the cold. lydia didn't think he was beautiful? that was so weird to him - nearly every girl he interacted with these days thought he was hott, and wasn't afraid to show it. then again the only girls he actually talked to besides lydia were ones he was interested in sleeping with, and if they weren't interested? well, he'd either purposely hit on them more to be an ass, or he'd just never talk to them again. no need to waste his time going down a dead end road, was there? "good thing you have a fiiiine behind then, because i know i'm just absolutely beautiful, lydia. do not lie to me." he joked, his eyes wandering to the curve of her back and finally her ass as he spoke. no need to be secretive about it, he was sure she'd just assume he was being an asshole and fake checking her out on purpose. he was actually a little impressed though - since high school, she'd gotten a few more curves, and she filled out her jeans quite nicely. he started for a few more seconds and then flicked his eyes to meet back with hers, laughing at himself quietly, covering up his trail. lydia squirmed in his arms, and he did his best to control his laugh as she did her best sookie impression. she had a pretty good fake southern accent down, he had to admit. she had always been really good at being funny - her humor didn't really translate to middle schoolers, but as they got older, he grew to appreciate her puns and quips much more. then again, he actually started understanding half the things she said as he spent more time with her and learned more of her oddities. "you'll what?" he breathed, sure he was getting germs all over her - oh well, she was destined to get sick anyways, as she was curled up in his blanket and laying her face down on his germy pillow that he had been cuddling with for the past few days. he studied her expression carefully, the anticipation getting to him a little. jt was awful at surprises, he wanted everything now now now. he was basically an obnoxious eight year old in a twenty two year old's body - he was reliving his childhood as a confident kid, rather than the shy and awkward one that he had been when he was actually at a young age. everyone who knew him said he acted just like a toddler, but the ironic part was that as years went on, he got less and less mature. he was probably one of the smarter first graders, he focused in school all throughout elementary school... and as time went on, he simply got less and less into being a serious and focused human being. at the mention of eggs, he couldn't help but to burst into laughter, and as she started to squeal he lifted his hands to his ears to plug them, even though she really wasn't hurting his ear drums or anything. "i'm sooorry!!!" he said as loudly as he could through his sore throat, a look of amusement coming over his face as she pretended to cry into his chest, flailing and fake sobbing all over the place. it was moments like these, where they were being themselves, silly little teenagers who knew each other inside and out, that made him really value his friendship with lydia. all of the bullshit was worth it for a night of this. "absolutely not." he stated, looking at the mess of black hair that had just flipped to the other side of her head. he grinned and tucked a stray piece behind her ear, fingers lingering on her face for just a moment before he jerked his hand back, laying his head inside it as he started at her. "you could be jessica though. she's my favorite." he cooed, ruffling the hair that she had just fixed. "'cause... you're my favorite." he said quietly, a small, genuine smile forming across his lips.

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

if lydia could pull a hermione granger and snag herself a time turner, she didn't know if she would use it or not. thinking back to high school moments that she shared with jt, well... she just wasn't sure how to feel about it. on one hand, it was rather depressing. to think that he could make such a fantastic and awe-inspiring transition from awkward cute to drop dead gorgeous hunk, and she was just.... lydia? that wasn't really fun or exciting. the only thing she would miss would be their sleepovers and their chemistry take-home projects that they always somehow nailed. their personalities back then were just the slightest bit more innocent and naive and perfectly in unison. two peas in a pod, you might say. now wasn't really all that different, so lydia saw no real need to go back in time or anything. besides, that was fucking around with fate. if things for them were meant to fall apart and they were supposed to drift away, then so be it. lydia would be devastated and crushed, but that's life, isn't it?

by some mysterious odds, fate had kept them pretty close together. aside from the times that jt went on tour and lydia mysteriously disappeared for some alone time in the hills, they were never too far apart. with rumors of the photographers coming along on the next tour, lyd couldn't help but feel a little bit excited. she was going to see her best friend doing what he loved every day and meanwhile, she got to do what she loved by taking pictures of it. how much better could it get? maybe if they had some fairytale romance, it'd be picture perfect. however, that was out of the question for more than one reason, and lydia preferred not to even let her mind go there. it wasn't worth the hopelessness that ensued. instead, she focused back on the present, as she should have. "i'm sure you will," she shrugged in bored response. she didn't care. worse things about lydia had come out of jt's mouth before.

she watched him turn the tables and pull out his own puppy dog pout. god damnit. she was one of the only females not sexually attracted to him on the planet, and yet, here was her heart beating like crazy to see him so fakely upset. it felt like watching one of those sad aspca commercials with the disabled cats and chewed up dogs on it in kennels. how was this possible? her hazel eyes were forced to look away from his own. it was too much. god forbid she actually caved in to him. it would haunt her forever and ever and she just wasn't about to have that type of self-disappointment sitting on her shoulders forever. you're so dumb sometimes, j." she shook her head with a slight laugh; feeling her cheeks blush just the slightest bit at their talk. the pink shade only grew worse against her fair skin when she realized where his eyes were targeting. good god. she turned away from him to hide her flushed face. he was obviously only kidding, so why did it do this to her? enough was enough.

her best efforts to fight off james' inner vampire were no good. she fell victim to his strong grasp because of her own weakened forces, thanks to her laugh and desperate flailing that drained her energy. she was a wimp and she knew it, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. it would be embarrassing to just lay there and take it anyway. she wasn't a quitter, and although jt outsmarted her this time, she was already planning her revenge. getting jt to laugh hard felt like an accomplishment enough, and with her tara impression thankfully over, she was all smiles despite the loud whining sound emitting from her. she was debating making a wet spot on jt's chest just to piss him off and make her crying deal seem more authentic, but that was even a little gross for her. besides, if she went and slobbered all over his shirt, she'd for sure end up with his spit caked in her hair or something later. since she wasn't exactly into that kind of thing, she called it quits early and lay beside him in a fit of tired giggles.

inevitably, his tender touch had her smile broadening. there it was again. the soft side of jt that lydia had loved since she was only a teenager. but how could you not?! there were few sweeter things you could do than tuck a piece of hair behind a girl's ear... even if the meaning behind it wasn't accompanied with any feeling, per say. it still made lydia feel good, and that was a true turnaround from the things james slater usually made her feel. she listened to his reasoning while biting her inner lip; trying hard not to let her smile get the best of her. "oh yeah?" she asked as her eyes flicked up to his and she settled her head down against the side of his chest. her own fingers began to explore slightly as her brain tried to focus. she ended up tracing the lines of his tattoos before responding, voice lowered. "i was going to say you could be lafayette because you two are so similar..." she trailed off with a mischevious smirk, "but now i just feel bad and i regret ever thinking that." she admitted, still sort of flattered that she could be compared to jessica hamby. kind of, at least. god. how many lame points did that win her?

her long lashes were flicked downward just the same way her glance was directed down. "are you excited for tour?" she asked after a while, still not making eye contact with him. part of her was glad for changing the subject, but the other part was saddened. even if she would sort of be with him, she knew what a different person he could sometimes become on the road. she wasn't judging him or anything, but it did worry her. she didn't want to be forgotten like some groupie after a one night stand. it wasn't fair. "shit, i hope you get better before then." she frowned with sudden worry as the maternal side of her took over. she was known to baby people occasionally, but oh well. she leaned over his torso to fish around for the cough drops she had thrown over there earlier. she snatched up the bag before laying it on the other side of jt in case he needed to pop in another one. "i'm gonna look up like, weird voodoo rituals and rain dances or something to make you healthy." she promised him before settling back against his chest, genuine smile in tow.

HEY TATI, THIS IS 1143 WORDS FOR JT AND MEOW

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 878 WORDS - SORRY I FAIL he hadn't acted like this with lydia in years. sure, they used to cuddle, and still occasionally shared a blanket while watching tv or playing video games... but it wasn't to this extent. they hadn't ended up on top of one another since they were in their early teenage years, when they used to giggle together, and play fight, and would end up cuddling because they had no other friends and were constantly being hurt by other people. if there was one thing jt could say about lydia, it was that she had never, ever disappointed him. he wasn't sure the same could be said in reverse, because jt had this nasty habit of letting her down time and time again... but lydia was different. she was dependable, she was reliable. she was like ol' faithful, that geyser that you could always predict. he knew lydia would always be there, even when he fucked up the most. no, especially when he fucked up the most, because lydia would be the one to pick up the pieces. no matter how badly he fucked up, he knew lydia would always be there, doing what she did best. taking care of him. jt scowled as lydia rejected his compliments, comparing him to the big gay black dude on the tv show they loved watching oh so much. "yep, i'm gay and black, you caught me." he laughed it off, secretly hoping that he'd be compared to the ever so loyal hoyt fortenberry... although he knew that'd be impossible, he was no where near as cute and charming and innocent. him and lydia weren't jessica and hoyt, they were lydia and jt, and things were difficult and different and would never be as simple as life was on tv. even for bloodsucking fiends and their redneck boyfriends. "i'd rather be sam, he's a badass." he continued, his train of thought drifting back and forth between shape shifting and lydia, and wondering what it would be like if the two of them were magically transported to bon temp, and if life would be simpler there. alright, no more cough syrup for james. "you should feel bad, because i'm OFFENDED." he said sternly, squeezing her to convey how upset he was by this comparison. tour was coming. the thought of being back in that bus made jt almost giddy - he had never really had much ambition in life, so when he found touring... he realized this was what he was meant for. waking up late, partying hard, playing on stage for thousands of screaming fans. even though he was more dedicated to the lifestyle than the music, he knew this was his one shot at really having a career. i mean, really, what kind of skills did jt even have besides guitar? which, he had to admit, he only learned after taking three years of violin in elementary school... a fact only lydia and his parents knew. he didn't really know how many chances he was going to have after this - this was probably the biggest tour of his life, and he was destined to make the most of it no matter what the cost. "fuck yeah i am." he answered after a second, lost in his own thoughts. he noticed her avoiding his gaze, and lifted her chin up so her eyes met with his. "you're coming too, right?" he had extended the invitation via twitter - not the most formal of ways, he admitted - but the invitation was a legitimate one none the less. he couldn't imagine living three months without her by his side, taking ugly pictures of him and beating him at every video game he possibly owned. life without lydia there just seemed... wrong. "if you don't, i'm going to be mad." jt reached behind him and grabbed a cough drop, popping one in his mouth before speaking again. "i hope i do too." he chomped on the cough drop, trying to make it disappear as fast as possible while still having the same cooling effect on the lining of his throat, which was currently burning. "oh yeah? some voodoo magic, all for little old me?" he grinned smugly, nuzzling the top of her head as she rested her head back on his chest. "who's lafayette now?" he snickered, resting his chin on the top of her head, a small sigh escaping his lips. sometimes, he thought life would be so much easier if he was this cuddly and nice to everyone. sure, there were times when he felt bad about the things he did, or said... especially to women, who he admittedly didn't have too much respect for. but when he was nice to lydia, she was nice to him... hmm, what a crazy chain of events. "i'll help though. we can sacrifice a lamb or something. i just want to get better so that i can go back to normal and kick some tour ass." he said quietly, not wanting to burst her ear drum by talking very loud. "thank you again, by the way. i really appreciate it." jt leaned back, so he could make eye contact with his savior. "i don't know why you're so good to me, i don't deserve it."

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

lydia rather enjoyed rolling around on the couch with jt. as far as she could tell, there was nothing provocative about it. the both of them were fully clothed, he was sick, and she wasn't interested him in like that. at all. or at least, that was what she told herself. she might have partially hated jt's guts, but there was a sliver of her that was still curious. a faint part of lydia always asked that legendary what if? when it came to jt. it was harmless to wonder these kinds of things. it was impossible not to, really. with the amount of sleepovers that they had had and the way they shared (grudgingly) practically everything. other people asked if they were a couple, so it wasn't really that outlandish to imagine herself actually dating jt. just because she could imagine it didn't mean it appealed to her, though. lydia would end up looking at their friendly abuse as some domestic violence type thing a few years down the line, and if they ever had kids and jt was still stabbing her with a fork in order to get her to feed him, how was she supposed to explain that? granted, she was obviously getting way ahead of herself, but she was a girl. these kinds of things ran through their heads, and there was no way of stopping it easily. thankfully, jt's bitter reply snapped her out of her hopeful trance and brought her back to the present. no kids, and just playful love hits. that was the way lydia liked it, and she was pretty positive jt was happy too.

she shrugged before giving him a light giggle. "hey, at least if you're black you'd have a bigger..." she trailed off and turned away from him; playfully raising her eyebrows as she nodded toward his waistline. anything to make jt squirm and get potentially self-conscious made her a happy camper. it wasn't easy to get to him, after all. but if anything, she knew he could get pretty sensitive when talking about his manhood. what guy didn't? she relaxed against him and looked around as best she could without disturbing their cozy position too much. with her chin on his chest, the only thing she could really look at was jt. she listened to his hopeful talk about being like sam and gave a shrug. "you'd get to be my boss, then. at merlotte's or whatever. i'm sure you'd like that," she rolled her eyes before closing them, listening to his breathing as she mellowed out even further. this was nice. even if she was breathing in his contaminated air, laying under his should-have-been quarantined blankets, this was nice. she was getting a little bit hot, actually, and was tempted to shed some clothing... but she didn't need jt to get the wrong idea. or make fun of her scraggly body. she didn't know which would be worse, really. she just sighed as she felt his arms tighten around her and muttered a pathetic "sorry, jt." just to get it over with.

admittedly, lydia loved seeing jt light up. even in his sickness, the idea of tour seemed to fill him with life and he was suddenly effervescent at the topic. well, sort of, anyway. lydia saw through his sore throat and runny nose and imagined him talking about it when he was healthy, and that was what she saw. she knew him well enough to pretend. " i figured as much," she laughed slightly; caught off guard by his sudden sincerity and seriousness. with the help of his hand, she looked back to him. she lowered her gaze from his immediately, not really liking the whole situation. it made her nervous for some reason, but she made sure to look at him every once and a while between bashful blinks. "oh, well, i probably can if you want. i don't think anyone else is on the roster to come out with you guys, so um. yeah." she maneuvered her jaw from his grasp and settled down again; eyes plastered on the couch. she didn't know he really wanted her to come with. she hoped that it wasn't just so he could make her hold his drink while he went to chase girls or anything, but she would still go nonetheless. it was a good opportunity for her, and she didn't want to make him angry if what jt said was true. she nodded against him, deciding it finally in her head. "yeah. i'll go. i'll just make sure it's okay with zeppelin but i'm sure she won't mind." lydia said quietly. she hated making official plans, but these would probably be worth it in the long run.

she was startled slightly by the rapid crunching and intense smell of mint drifting her way. blindy, she pinched jt's side and turned to look at what the hell he was doing. "really?" she questioned; trying to keep a straight face as she watched him choke down the cough drop. "you have to suck on them to feel better, jt." she grumbled, before catching herself. "and no, that's not 'what she said.'" she decided to stop him before he tried to make any 'sucking' innuendo to her or something. buzzkill. she really enjoyed being this close to jt and not having to be worried about him tying her hair into little knots or pulling out her eyelashes. this was nice, and they were both to blame. lydia was being civilized, and jt was being tame. it didn't get much better. she cuddled against him ever so slightly as she felt him nuzzle her, and took the initiative to think that was alright. "don't knock it 'till you try it," she said in regards to 'being lafayette,' obviously joking. she smiled against him despite her slight overheating problem and just decided to deal with it. anything for jt. "good! i look forward to it. if you want i'm sure we could track down some of the whores from the last tour to sacrifice too," she laughed but got serious again rather quickly. jt was surprising her all over the place today.

lydia was 'bold' enough to keep eye contact with him finally, and simply shrugged once again. "it's not a big deal to me, jt." she smiled, totally authentic in her emotions and words for once. no teasing here. "you're my best friend and that's what best friends do for each other." she said the last bit tenderly, just so she wouldn't make it seem like a condescending thing just because jt wasn't always there when she needed him. she wasn't concerned with that. she treated her friends the way she wanted to be treated. whether they did it or not, well... that was on them. "quit it, j." she frowned; her lower lip jutting out to convey her sadness with his words. "that's horrible. you know i love you. you deserve the world, so hush." she said quickly, not wanting to get too caught up in 'emotions.' that wasn't really a big topic in the jt/lydia world, and she preferred to keep it that way. it made things hurt less.

HEY TATI, THIS IS 1204 WORDS FOR JT AND I SUQ

[james tyler slater]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=style,background:url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text17.jpg); width: 410px; height: 250px;] I SWEAR I'LL NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN ASHLEY AS LYDIA - 1412 WORDS - WOW YOU WOULD GO MOBILE RIGHT NOW jt squeezed her a little tighter, getting more used to this warm embrace. he was never big on cuddling - he liked to have his personal space, and after sex he'd usually just scoot a few feet away from the girl and fall asleep, and most likely push her off if she tried to drape her arms on him in his sleep. sharing was never his biggest strength, and that definitely was true when it came to his bed, blankets, and pillows. besides, cuddling usually had weird strings attached to it, and those were the kinds of things that jt liked to avoid. still, everything seemed different when it came to lydia. she was his best friend, after all. cuddles were just cuddles, hang outs were just hang outs. there was never any pressure for him to impress her, or for him to put on some big act to get her in his bed. in fact, it had been a long time since jt had even thought of lydia in that way, since he knew she was way too good for him. a girl like lydia didn't settle for a guy like jt, someone who was constantly sleeping around and who couldn't even take care of himself when he had the sniffles. he was sure she was going to date a prince, someone with lots of money and who would bring her flowers every day to make her smile. all that mooshy crap that jt refused to buy into. after all, flowers just wilted and died - what kind of representation of love was that? he scowled at the girl on top of him, his thick eyebrows meeting together in the center, creating a huge worry line. jt never had to worry about confidence - sure, he had been that scrawny, ugly boy in high school, but he had since bloomed. he was no longer afraid that he would be made fun of for having funny teeth, and he got enough attention from girls to know that he was attractive. maybe not as attractive as some of the other front men on the label, but he could hold his own. besides, he had a sexy voice, and that had to count for something, right? the fact that lydia was the one girl who would constantly try to take him down a peg, it drove him a little crazy. she never bought into his act, never believed for a moment that he was anything more than the awkward eleven year old that she had first met. part of that was refreshing, part of it made jt absolutely insane. she was the only one that could make him sweat like this, but hey - he was pretty content with the size of his package, she couldn't phase him that much. "hey, don't you go around throwing that kinda insult, you'll make me whip it out to prove you wrong." he grinned, a cocky smile that seemed to be a permanent addition to his facial features now a days. "your boss? pft, like you'd ever listen to a thing i say." he laughed softly, his breath becoming less wheezy the more he used his voice. maybe that's all he needed, to stretch out his vocal chords. "it's a good thought though, the idea that i could get you to do whatever i asked you to." he smirked, his thoughts running a little wild for a moment, until a soft apology came from her lips. "hey, i'm joking." he replied, moving a hand to rest on her head, petting her hair a little - he had never realized that it was so soft. "of course she won't mind. and hey, i would have put you down on the roster already, but i'm not the boss of you and you never do anything i say." he whispered, tucking another piece of hair behind her ear as it fell onto her cheek. "and i promise i won't make you my bitch or anything like last tour, i'm still sorry about that, by the way." he laughed, hoping that if he treated it like a joke it would make it less true - he was notorious for leaving lydia to go chase after girls, or ditching her for a date without warning her... all in all, he was a pretty shitty best friend then, but he had grown, right? over the past few months he'd buckled down and gotten at least a little more mature, actually arriving to band practice only five minutes late instead of not showing up at all. he was getting older, and he wasn't afraid to admit that he wasn't in his prime anymore. it was so weird, thinking that being twenty-two made him old... but since the band had been together for a few years now, more and more girls were getting used to his womanizer attitude, and were staying away from him. then again, there would always be those tour sluts who would fuck anyone and everything just for the rep, and well... he definitely had fun fucking with them. he never knew how lydia felt about it, and he was always too afraid to ask her opinion on girls that he was seeing or fucking or wanted to fuck. it seemed like an insult to her or something, and the last thing he wanted to do was piss her off so much that she never talked to him again. jt jumped as she pinched him, not realizing how sore his body was due to this illness - still, he wasn't a puss, he sucked it up and didn't say anything about it. "that's wh-" he started, but she cut him off, knowing exactly the words that would escape his lips. "fine, buzzkillington." he joked, poking her in the side softly. "oh, so you want me to be gay?" he laughed once more, glad that he inhaled that cough drop as the mint continued to sooth his throat. "well, now's the time to tell you... peyton and i are butt buddies..." he joked, knowing that his joke probably wouldn't sound like so much of a joke if lydia didn't know that jt was one hundred and ten percent straight. while his bandmate and best friend liked to fuck around with anything... well, jt would never. he had a crush on lydia the first day of seventh grade, which had come and gone every day since then - girls were the focus of his life, which was no big secret. "yeah, well, i don't have any of their numbers anymore, but i'd be happy to go on a hunt for you." he wasn't going to fight with her about this - he definitely played the field last tour, and had a bad habit of throwing away phone numbers the minute they left the bus to go home, and never, ever added fans on facebook. he listened to her reasoning, about best friends doing things for each other because they were best friends. he lifted his head to bump his forehead against hers, a headbutt that was surprisingly not meant to hurt her for the first time... ever. "you love me?" he asked quietly, knowing that she meant it in a friend way. the same way he loved leon, or peyton. the way she loved callie and gillian. he knew he was getting caught up in some ten year old fantasy, the one where him and lydia were high school sweethearts, and rode off in the sunset to live happily ever after... or maybe the fantasy where the two of them were hoyt and jessica, who would never stop loving each other no matter how badly the other fucked up - his thoughts were scrambling, and he tried to clear his head of all the swirling mess that was going on in between his ears. as he pushed every thought, every expectation, every single bit of baggage out of his head, til all he heard was the heartbeat inside his chest, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, forgetting that he was sick, forgetting that this was weird and that she was his best friend and probably would slap him for this. he kept it innocent, letting his eleven year old self finally get what it had wanted for the past eleven years. one soft, sweet peck on the lips - that couldn't do too much damage to their friendship... could it?

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[LYDIA MARIE MORETTI]

NEVER SAY YOU WILL IF YOU WON'T COME ANY CLOSER

if lydia was one thing, it was confused. she never really knew where she stood in terms of her relationship with jt. things flip flopped every few seconds between the two of them and that made it hard to keep up, really. she never really felt like bringing it up to him, though. how were you supposed to even approach that? asking something like um, hey, i know this is weird, but i was just wondering... are we cool? every ten minutes or so didn't seem like it would be all that fun. it certainly wasn't something that sparked lydia's interest, at least. besides, the weird and antagonist side of her sort of liked the mystery of their relationship. she was truly a glutton for punishment when it came to jt. she liked to be made fun of. it was humbling and reminded her that nothing was getting strange between them. they were just friends and nothing more. you couldn't be in a relationship with someone who hated your guts every so often. well, not a successful one, at least. all in all, things hadn't changed between the two of them all that much, and it was a good thing in lydia's mind. it made things less clumsy since 'feelings' weren't involved, and certainly were never discussed openly.

all worried and dizzied thoughts in her head fluttered out as soon as their discussion drifted to his junk. how could you take that seriously, really? she shrugged as she turned to pretend to fully appreciate what was beneath his pants, although she obviously had no idea. without her x-ray vision goggles, she wrinkled her nose. that's alright, she decided, waving it off literally. i'll pass on anything being whipped out tonight. she laughed... but was still careful not to rule it out completely. what?! a girl could have a fantasy. even if it was a tiny and a silly one at that. what girl out there didn't want to sometimes take things just the slightest bit further with her best bro? the only thing separating jt, lydia's boy friend, from being lydia's boyfriend was the space between the words. they were close enough that it was a possibility, but that was obvious by now, and it was certainly an issue that was quickly being talked to death.

lydia appreciated his cocky grin. it was something that she had never seen from him until his recent 'blooming' years, and she had to admit that it made her happy. she didn't really know what it was, but his personality was just slapped so clearly right across his face that it was ridiculous to imagine him doing much else. that isn't true! she frowned, trying to sound like she was hurt by his words even though she could care less about this whole true blood spin off of their lives. that's like, one hundred percent bullshit, actually. do you know how many times you've made me your bitch? she snorted. including today! i did everything you asked, so hush up. she nodded ever so slightly; just a reaffirmation to herself that she was right. she needed to be reminded of such every so often, since she knew that around jt, she was always going to be competing in one way or another. 'winning' this argument was just another one of those things.

she was happy to feel the affectionate touch to her head. it was much better than him tugging at her hair and questioning if it was a weave, or something. that was for certain. she listened to his reasoning and was actually pretty pleased with him. she was going to be going on this tour on her own free will. she wasn't being bullied into it for once, either. last year it had been a rather forced thing to keep her from going home early, whether everyone else knew it or not. she was sort of miserable, and she only stayed so jt wouldn't forget about her or something by the time that all out of riot returned home. well, that was awfully sweet of you. she said with slight shock; also taken aback slightly by his further advances to be nice, starting with the repeated hair fixes. who was this new jt? or, was she the one acting different? it took a second for her to realize they were both being nicer than usual, but she just chose to blame both on the fact that he was sick and in need. it's fine, she smiled. seriously. it's in the past, so whatevaaaa. she said playfully, brushing it off. she really couldn't stress it enough that she understood. it was the first real big tour that the band had been on, and jt had probably been presented with things (and girls) that he had never even imagined possible before. she could sympathize and deal with spending a few nights alone hanging out at the merch stand, clicking through pictures on her camera. no biggie. she repeated softly, offering a pained smile before averting her eyes and such.

she writhed slightly as jt poked her; glad that he didn't continue any more in that area of her side. she was fiendishly ticklish, and it seemed to be something that jt had managed to forget since the ninth grade. that was more than fine with lyd, though. he didn't need anything else to hold against her. he already knew how often she missed her mouth with her fork and tended to snort when she laughed. that was too much already. she laid against him pompously after deflating his bubble, and just embraced the stillness between them. there was no doubt that her heart was beating a little bit quicker than it normally did, but she simply attributed that to the heat shared between them. the literal, temperature one -- not their chemistry, mind you. i knew it all along! she declared; pride in her eyes yet again as he fakely admitted to his changed sexuality. i knew all of those girls in your bunk were just helping you pick out outfits and were a total cover up. she smirked, getting a good laugh at life with jt as the typical 'gay best friend.' she wouldn't be able to handle it. it wasn't that she had anything against any orientation, but it just wouldn't be right for jt. it wasn't even a possibility. she saw the way he looked at girls. well, other girls, anyway, and it was nothing compared to the way he just glanced at bros. there was no contest. the funny part, though, was that she herself had been with peyton, so it was even more unlikely.

she nodded appreciatively as their conversation turned to tour sluts. lydia liked to call them 'lot lizards.' they were the grimy girls hanging around all of the buses in the parking lot after hours, just two steps away from knocking on the door just to see if anyone relatively famous and relevant needed a goodnight blowjob or something. i'm sure they wouldn't be too hard to find, she laughed. we can make it a game or something on this tour. we'll just count how many there are and, i don't know. take shots for every time one of them hits on you, she smirked, knowing that she'd be shitfaced within half an hour if those were really the stakes. as scummy as those girls could be, though, she was a bit jealous. she didn't know why, considering they were all just a single serving fuck to be forgotten the next day, but still. if they were worthy of jt's attention, she envied them just the slightest. deep down, anyway.

she glared up at him at first when he questioned her love for him. wasn't that obvious? however, when she realized he was asking it in a different way, her facial features softened, and she no longer had shooting daggers for eyeballs. she smiled sweetly, squeezing him slightly to convey her seriousness. of course i do, james. she didn't know what else to say, really. nothing could follow up an 'i love you,' to be honest. it was ard to top that. she was glad that they fell into a comfortable silence again for a while. actually, lydia felt good about it. it meant that jt was thinking, and usually that meant he was in a good mood. if he was mad, he'd be quick to spit back an insult or reply and barely think twice. this was different. however, what was even more different was what he did. she was obviously surprised to have his lips against her own. it was something she had never felt before, and for all of those nights where she couldn't quite fall asleep and her mind wandered what this would feel like... well, it was living up to its expectations. even if it was a little bit... different. lydia didn't know what to think, really. she just let it happen. sheepishly, she couldn't exactly say that she was fully opposed to it, so she wasn't about to go pushing him off the couch or anything. she didn't know what to do, really. after he pulled away, she simply looked up at him with her doe eyes, and tried to suppress the wonder in her eyes and the gigantic smile that was about to sprout. she was such a girly girl, deep down.

she had no words to really react with, so instead she just leaned up and kissed him back quickly. it was harmless. it was just... it was just showing him that she was okay with it, and she didn't hate him for it, or anything like that. if anything, she didn't want to lose their friendship over this, or over him feeling like an idiot or something like that. it was comfortable, and it was fine. truly.

HEY TATI, THIS IS 1653 OMG THIS IS SO BAD