I went into full on depression mode.

It wasn't pretty.

From listening to Adele's "Hello";

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!

To Justin Beiber's "Love Yourself";

Ma Mama don't like you, and she likes everyone...

I never understood that, when you're sad you listen to sad music. Isn't that going to make it worse? I should be listening to Pharell's "Happy" or whatever, but for some reason when I'm in a bad mood, it's like good happy music becomes toxic to me.

A case study should be written about that, might help the betterment of society.

I was lying upside down on my bed with my head dangling off the foot of my bed. I'd been in that position for a while now and I think blood began to pool in my head from the ringing I heard in my ears.

Good, maybe my head will pop and I'd be spared all this nonsensical misery.

I sighed out loud to myself.

"You know, there are quicker ways to kill yourself" I hear David's voice.

I barely managed to open my eyes and look up/down at him, "Well in about 6 more hours this position will do the trick. I'm patient enough to wait" I say cockily.

David just walks up to the bed, grabs my long hair and flings me upright and onto the bed.

"Rude!" I say.

"Yeah, of course, saving your life is rude" David agreed sarcastically.

He sits down on my bed for a moment. He was unnervingly and uncharacteristically quiet. Then he groans like a pained wildebeest and lies flat on his back on my bed.

"Sara troubles?" I guess.

"She won't talk to me!" he cries out, as if in pain. "She won't return my calls or texts and whenever I go over to her place they claim she 'isn't around'. I know she's at home! She's got no other friends but us!"

I'd brought out some nail polish and began painting my toenails boredly as I listened to him with a straight face.

"Do you blame her?" I say to him flatly as I paint my big toe red.

"Cha-of course!" he scoffs at me.

"Mhmm hmm," I nod at him as I paint the remaining toes of the right leg blue.

"I made a mistake on TV, big deal, she shouldn't put our friendship on the line because of that!" David rambles on. "How can she just cut tires from the two of us like that?"

"Oh, she's just avoiding you." I correct him.

"Huh?" he pushes himself up on one elbow.

"She called me that night after Tony came, she was so worried for me," I lift my leg up and blow on it. "We good"

David made a muffled angry sound.

"Well, whatever!" he says stubbornly, grabbing one of my pillows and choke holding it fiercely. "I don't care, she can go wallow in her own self pity for all I care!"

"Oh, she's over you. She's not wallowing anymore"

"Excuse me!?"

"She's going on a date with Chad Ryan, she-" he didn't even let me finish.

"CHAD RYAN!" he yelled, springing up from the bed like a pole vault. "Chad-fucking-Ryan!???"

"Yeah" I confirm as I switch to my left leg and painted that big toe blue and the others red.

"That good for nothing fuck boy from highschool!?" David was ready to foam at the mouth.

"The very one"

"What would they ever have in common!? He's sooooo not her type!" Now it looked like dear David wanted to breathe fire.

"He's tall, well built, fucking gorgeous, star football player currently on a rugby scholarship- for some fucking reason –incredibly smart and did I mention his Goddamn sexy?" I pull out the transparent nail polish to coat the now dried one for a glossy finish.

"So? That doesn't mean he has character, personality or charm!" David shot back as he stalked and paced around my room.

"Why do you care?" I say on cue, "Someone who doesn't love her would have no interest in the matter one way or another"

"I care for her, deeply, as a really good friend!" he stresses through grit teeth. "She's way better then that guy and deserves more!"

"Like you?" I offer.

"Yes like-" he cuts himself off as he freezes on the spot.

I smirk at him, checkmate.

"Enough with the bullshit Grant" I say hardly, lifting my gaze off my feet to lock with his.

"Ugh!" he slaps both palms on his face in utter defeat. "I don't know how I feel about her!" he admits loudly.

He rakes his hands through his black hair as he tries not to burst into frustrated tears.

"She's my bestfriend Vick, I care for her so much, and I fucking hate myself for hurting her, I am repulsed by myself!" he looks down at his body as if he was disgusted by the mere sight. "You and Sara are by far one of the most precious things in the world to me, right next to my mom" he confesses. "I can't think about you two in that way, it's just weird to me. But...when I kissed Sara, a part of my mind broke from sheer confusion"

His pure and raw honesty mad me sympathize for him. He must be really confused right now and so much must be going through his head.

He gulps and continues to speak, "I have no idea if I love Sara or not. I honestly do not think my brain is able to compute that right now. But what I do know is this: throughout the course of our friendship I've kissed you, multiple times. And I have felt straight up nothing"

"Me too"

"But I realized that I've never kissed Sara, like, it's always been the cheek or forehead with her. And I can say with utmost certainty that the New Year's kissed we shared was the best thing I've ever experienced In.My.Life"

"Whoa" I say to him in wide eyed shock.

"I know" he nods in desperation. He slumps to the floor in defeat, "I just wish there was a way to see her, to speak to her. But she won't let me in!"

He claws his head again.

"Even if I do see her I might mess up and say the wrong thing again" he mutters out gloomily.

"CUT!" I suddenly scream, almost scaring David out of his skin. "AND THAT IS A RAP!"

David looks up at me terrified, like I'd just snapped or something.

"What's going on?" he whispered cautiously.

"What's going on is that you finally have your apology to Sara" I beam at him.

"Say what?" his face fell.

"I've just recorded this entire conversation" I inform him jumping off my bed. I walk up to by bookshelf and pull out a hidden camera.

"What?!"

"Now you can give it to her so she can truly, genuinely, see how sorry you are" I say to him. "And don't worry about the whole Chris Ryan thing. He did ask her out but she turned him down. Haven't you ever wondered why she rarely ever has any boyfriends? Honestly, I began to worry that she was gay at one point"

He doesn't say anything, his brain looked to be fighting to keep up with the information I presented when finally he gave me a meek smile.

"Now before I give you this video, you gotta do me one solid" he raised his eyebrows at me. "Help me with my finger nails?" I say pleadingly as I push them out and wiggled them in his face.

He gave me a sarcastic look and a fake smirked, "Fine." He conceded.

I walk back and sat on my bed with him in tow, "Just do it red, blue, red, blue red on the left hand. And blue, red, blue, red, blue on the right"

He gave me an annoyed look and set to work.

"Thank you," he says quietly after a while as he looks down at the camera with soft eyes as it lay next to us on the bed.

"Don't thank me," I say, "It was Johnny's idea."

David responded by giving me a shocked look, careful with the nails dude!

"He gave me the idea a while ago because he felt bad about your situation. He knew if he offered you any direct help you'd refused so he gave it to me instead. I set up that camera this morning on the hunch you'd arrive."

"So you and him are now cheating plainly in sight for all to see?"

I growl at him. "Kevin's gone AWOL and Bridgette is at home doing damage control" I say, like that was in anyway a valid excuse for what he said.

"Hey, I'm not judging" David says calmly. "To be honest, you and him have the most confusing and dynamic love/hate will they/won't they relationship on the planet. I wish you two nothing but the best and hope things all work out in the end."

I give a small smile at that.

And as if scripted my bedroom door swung open as Johnny walked in, "I've got a bucket full of buffalo chicken wings and a crate of ice cream. Let the pity party begin-"

He paused at the door and looked at us, probably trying to make sense of why he saw a guy not only sitting on my bed but painting my nails with surprising efficiency and skill. I peeked at my wall and noticed my newly installed monitor had not only displayed but recoded both of David's and Johnny's arrivals, I'd just been to dumb and distracted to notice.

"By far, hands down, the weirdest thing I've ever seen" he comments.

Then I look at David cheekily, "And he's seen a lot"

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Author's Note

Things I forget to mention in the previous chapters

1. Steamy Moments has the most comments out of all my chapters! Beating the previous record chapter holder; Oh Brother!

2. This book was rated as mature after that chapter (Steamy Moments), so beware if you don't get chapter updates. I've changed it back but I'd still advice y'all to be cautious and check weekly for chapter updates just in case you're below 16 and don't get notification for chapter updates.

I am positive that there is something else I forgot that will be mentioned in the next chapter XD

Also while you guys wait for chapter uploads, try taking a peek at my multiple other stories. Recommended;

· My Name Is Kara Zor-El...And I Am SuperGirl

· That Skater Girl

· My Masked Assassin (Rated R/18+)

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V4V anyone? Inbox me if you're interested!....I'm just joking!...or am I?...XD :p

P.P.S I know my story title is already f*cking long enough. But I've been thinking of adding like a "Johnny Storm Love Story" at the end to attract more reads. You will not believe the amount of stories that get more reads just for adding that -_-

Simply unfair!

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