Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.

Avery is in the library reading. I only know this because I passed the library on my way to the bowling alley. I understand I can't spend all my time with Jameson but sometimes when he's not around I get a little lonely.

I keep walking until I hear footsteps behind me, running. I turn around and see Jameson, he doesn't even notice me. He's urgently running towards Avery in the library. I decide to listen in, they are always getting into trouble and I want to know what they're up to this time. 

"I'm busy" Avery insists, not having any of what he's saying. He hesitates. "Toby Hawthorne is your Father" he whispers. 

Eli (her security guard) must have heard that, I am standing right next to him and I heard it clearer than day. His expressions don't change however. 

I hear Avery's chair creak and her footsteps approach me. I put my finger up to my lips to Eli and bolt. 

When I'm around the corner I lean against the wall a little and wait for them to leave down the opposite corridor. 

Avery Hawthorne?

That wasn't a theory. He was sure. 

I know they're always up to something but this? What could possibly lead them to this conclusion. 

That would mean she would be related to Jameson almost as she is much as me. His cousin. My half sister. Not even related to Libby.

Despite my desperate hope this isn't true it makes sense. 

This is why she was brought here. She already met him in the park. He was never actually dead.

Once the two have hurried out and are successfully gone with Eli trailing behind, I finally step away from the wall. 

This is why I don't get involved in their mystery shit.

Later that night I'm lying on Jameson's bed whilst he showers. 

I love how comfortable I feel with him. Yeah he jokes around and mocks me but he loves me and I love him. The kind of love that never dies, no matter what. Yeah Danny was my first boyfriend but Jameson is my first love. 

He makes me feel safe. Not just feel safe, I am safe when I'm around him.

With his jumper over my dungarees I feel cosy.

I hear the shower stop.

Just as I knew, after a moment the bathroom door creeks open and there he is. All wet and gorgeous. 

I smile when I see him wearing his plaid pj bottoms and a black shirt, his hair is wet and dripping on the top of his nose making him slick it back with his hand. 

"Hey" he smiles looking down at me. "I'm gonna head back to my room, it's getting late. Just wanted to say night" I say softly. 

"You could stay here tonight?" He offers. I can tell he really wants me to but doesn't want me to feel obligated to stay. "Would that be okay?" I ask nervously. "Yeah. If it's okay with you" he insures.

"Yeah. I'll stay." I smile. 

We haven't technically slept in the same bed yet except for in the hospital. It's not like there's anything bad about having an innocent sleepover but I still get giddy being in the same room as him never mind bed. 

Nevertheless I wear a pair of his joggers and the sweater i was already wearing. I slip into bed beside him and he pulls me close. 

I sleep easily in his embrace, hearing his soft snores made it all the more easy. He has the kind of snores that are anything but annoying, soothing if anything. Light and brief intakes of air resulting in a small snore.

His touch makes me want to melt. With his arms around me, his fingers loosely graze my stomach. His warm breath on my neck gives me the best possible chills.

If only he knew that I wouldn't be spending the year travelling with him. I'll be going to Massachusetts Academy of Dance. Will I? In this moment all I want is Jameson. 

Jameson Hawthorne and his gorgeous face, delicate touch and stupid nicknames. 

He's all I need. 

But to give up my future for him? That sounds so stupid. There are times where I think he's my future. But he can't be. I've known him three months. 

Maybe his brother is? Grayson. Maybe being with him would be even better than being here with Jameson? But to find out would cost me what I have with Jameson. Maybe I should stop think about his brother whilst I lie in his bed.

I roll around in his arms to face him. 

There is a subtle grin on his face, his eyes flutter peacefully. Oh to know what he's dreaming about. 

Jameson.

With my arms around her waist I fall into a deep slumber quickly, my only wish was that I could have savoured the moment longer but I feel so safe with her that I can't help but relax. 

When I sleep I can only see Paris. 

We are in a small coffee shop. My order is called and she looks up from her phone in shock. "Hi" she smiles, "hi how are you?" I reply, "How's your family? How's your sister?" I ask. "Avery's being Avery" she laughs. 

"Maybe we should do this on purpose some time?" I suggest. "Why don't we meet up for a game of poker?" She offers. I reminisce with a smile on my face, "Won't that be too nostalgic?" I joke. "Maybe but lets do it anyway" Paris insists. 

I grin down at the beautiful girl in front of me. It's been a while. 

Avery.

I kiss Jameson. Jameson Hawthorne. And he kisses me back. This is wrong. He and Paris broke up yesterday. 

He pulls back. "Be my girlfriend?" He asks through deep breaths. "What?" I almost laugh. "You heard me" he challenges. "You can't just use me because Paris broke up with you" I scoff. "Don't act like you don't love being used" he barely whispers in a gravely voice. "What's it gonna be?" He asks before pressing his lips to my neck. He leaves marks of his love up and down my neck. "Yeah" I agree.

"I'll be your girlfriend"

He smiles into my neck and kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

Grayson.

I kiss her neck passionately. Her head falls back in pleasure as she begins unbuttoning my shirt. As we lie on my bed I make sure she's alright with this and once she nods in confirmation I help her out, taking my shirt off. She rips her tight pink dress off. I swallow. She smirks down at me, her hands go to my trousers where she unzips them and I kick them off. 

Now what? Neither of us have done this before as far as I know.

She seems to take control and starts unclipping her bra. 

My heart races.

I sit up in a sweat. 

Why would I dream about Paris in that way?

Why would I dream about Paris at all?

And why do I wish the dream could continue?

Paris.

As I finish my dance with a leap, I finally allow myself to breathe. My chest falls up and down and soon enough the room roars with applause. 

The warm light stays on me I can't help but feel at home. 

Everything that's built up to this is behind me and now in this moment,

I feel on top of the world. 

When I wake up with a smile I know I can't travel with Jameson. 

I need to follow where my heart leads which is Massachusetts.

(a/n I know this one is a little strange but it's just to show you where everyone's hearts are right now, what they all want.. or who. 

The battle I fought with myself to make Jameson dream about Avery. That would've been so funny to me.)