Hey guys. This isn't anything new, I just decided to finally upload the extra chapter in the story group because some of you have a hard time accessing it. 

So, enjoooooy! 8D

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His Balls Will be Mine – Maika's POV one-shot

The first time I realized I was in love with Jayden Eaton I got soooo pissed. I was eleven years old and Jayden's mom had taught him how to French braid his sister's hair, so he got really obsessive about it, like most things, and every time we saw each other he had this shaking need—no, seriously he would start to shake if I told him he couldn't braid my hair, it was ridiculous—to braid mine. So Jayden had been compulsively braiding my hair for the last month, and that afternoon, I was sitting crossed legged, while he was doing it, being all happy and cheery and I was making fun of him, because, seriously dude, what was up with that? Cole wasn't there, so Jayden was really taking his sweet time and for some reason I started to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Jayden asked.

"I'm fine," I answered automatically because I wasn't which was odd. I have to admit that had been happening quite frequently at the time. Every time Jayden touched me, I'd get shivers. And I was shivering a lot at the time because on top of being a frenzied-French-braider Jayden was also going through a very touchy-feely period. He kept holding my hand or Lil's hand or sometimes Cole's hand even and he was hugging us all the time too, and squishing our cheeks and leaning his head on our shoulders and it used to be fine, I used to have no problem with it, Cole and I would tease him about it, but it didn't seem to faze Jayden so we just let him carry on with his overflow of love. But now, every time he touched me, I'd get these chills and my face would heat up and I would feel all tingly in my stomach.

Seriously, that was Jayden-worthy unobservantness. I'm ashamed of myself thinking back.

So, going back to that day, Jayden kept on braiding my hair and when he was finally content with the end result he started getting even more cheery and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple and I pushed the wanker away, but that just amused him. We were sitting down, so Jayden let himself fall on my lap and he wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled unto my stomach and his hands were stroking the exposed skin on my back and I could almost feel his lips through my shirt and my heart suddenly started to beat really, really fast. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Obviously, I freaked out and I pushed Jay off of me, gasping for air, pressing my hands against my heart.

And of course, because Jayden's a tool he was all over me. "Mai? Mai! Maika? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, something feels wrong, I don't understand," I explained, gasping for air, pressing my hands against my heart harder.

Once he touched me again it got worst, but I realize that as alien as it felt to have my heart beat so fast, there was something thrilling about it, like my whole chest was filled with warmth and my whole body was feeling lighter.

"Oh no..." Alex, I'll take a seriously emotionally impaired Asian double jointed ninja-wanna-be who just realized she has feelings for her best friend for 500.

"What? What!"

I started to cry. I honest to god started to cry when I realized what was happening. "No, no, no, no..."

And of course, trust Jayden to be completely out of it. "What is it? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to stop braiding your hair? Does it bother you that much?"

On top of grasping my feelings, when he asked that, I also realized how truthfully, I just bitched about it because I knew that's what I was supposed to do, because honestly, I kind of liked it. That was a lie. I loved it. I loved having him playing in my hair, chills running down my neck and arms. I loved feeling his fingertips against my scalp and his body close to mine, his warmth against my back.

I loved it.

I loved him.

I loved Jayden.

What a nightmare.

Jayden's mom had to call my fathers because I wouldn't stop crying and there was nothing they could do to change it. Jay was freaking the fuck out. In other circumstances, it would have been glorious. Daddy (Travis) picked me up and the second I got home I rushed to Dad (Alex).

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! We need to talk," I said. No greetings, no Kleenex to wipe my tears, I just grabbed him by the arms, while he was right in the middle of a phone call might I add, and dragged him out of his study.

"What's going on?" I could see he was freaking out, because, well, I was weird but usually I wasn't a cry-fest of epic proportion.

"Couch session. Now," I just said and threw myself on our living room couch.

And my Dad being an amazing person, and always indulging my little snap at his therapist profession, just sat on the recliner and asked, "What's going on sweetheart, you're worrying me?"

Daddy was standing by the arch of the living room and he looked freaked out too. I think the whole Radnor-Parker household was having a mental breakdown.

"So, let's say you have a bestfriend," I took a second to sniff the snot and tears away and then rushed the second part, "and you think you might have feelings for that friend, what are you supposed to do? Is it because I'm not baptised? Do I need to be cleansed in God's water? Do you think you can brainwash me out of it? Like in the Clockwork Orange movie you and Daddy didn't want me to watch, but I still sneaked in the living room and totally watched it, by the way I have a few questions about that movie..."

"Woah, woah, woah, slow doing Maika," Dad stopped me. I think he wasn't processing everything either.

"It's ridiculous, how can I love the idiot?" I asked, completely exasperated. Seriously, when had I let that happen? Loving an Eaton had to be the stupidest thing I had done in my life. "There's absolutely nothing appealing about him, he's a complete idiot, he's like a puppy Dad, a puppy!"

"Let's clear something up, we're talking about you and Jayden right?"

I looked away. "No."

"Maika."

"Dad, what am I supposed to do?" I threw my arms up in the air to add to the dramatic effect.

"Nothing honey, you're not supposed to do anything." Dad came to stand closer to me, and took my hand. I think Daddy was actually smiling because he was all proud I was liking a boy and he wanted us to talk boys. Goodness gracious my dads were strange sometimes. "You don't have to do anything. You can tell him if you want to, but you can also let things be and wait until you've actually understood your feelings yourself."

We sort of left it at that. I didn't want to talk about it more and they didn't want to press me. I think they sort of got the whole I-have-a-hard-time-processing-my-emotions thing.

After that conversation, I tried to forget about the revelation. I had panicked in the beginning so that was why I told my dads, but after a night of sleep I figured I was over reacting and it was absolutely impossible for me to love the idiot. I couldn't be in love with him. Jayden was completely out of it, he was always spacing out, and overlooking obvious things, while noticing completely useless other things. He barely ever slept. He got obsessive about ridiculous things. He was way too touchy-feely. He had nooo sense of fashion. He was attached by the hip to Cole and trying to get in between that meat sandwich was just suicide. The only girl that would ever truly matter in his life was his sister. I'd always be girl number two. Oh, oh, on top of that I had totally walked in on him wanking a couple of months back and that had been beyond awkward. So, hey, if I couldn't deal with that, no way could we actually make babies together.

The first three months after acknowledging that I probably had feeling for Jayden, I basically tried everything I could convincing myself I was wrong. If I loved someone, I might as well love Cole, he had more of a head on his shoulders. We had more things in common. It would have made more sense. I actually went to see Cole and asked him to teach me everything he knew about martial arts at the time. For some reason I had this crazy idea that if I mastered martial arts I could mentally convince myself that my feelings were just an illusion, like pain.

Guess what? Jayden, that tool, he got jealous over it, over all the time Cole and I were spending together. He actually tried the silent treatment on us, it was pathetic. How could I love such an idiot?

But I did love him. Whatever I tried, convincing myself that my feelings weren't real, they still never changed. They actually got stronger. I was imagining kissing him all the time and before that, kissing in general just grossed me out. And there I was, imagining kissing Jayden Eaton and in my head it didn't look gross, it looked amazing.

I loved that wanker. I loved how happy he was all the time and how contagious his smiles were. I loved how he made me smile. I loved his laugh and how easily he could make me laugh with him. I loved how completely out of it he could get when he was doing art, how he'd space out for hours. I loved how he looked over his sister, how amazing a big brother he was. I loved the way he would always pull at his sleeves, covering his hands, balling up the fabric because his hands got cold easily. I loved the way he looked while he ran, like he'd be able to carry me on his shoulders if I asked him. I loved the way his hair smelled. I loved his eyes and how they saw right through me sometimes, when it really counted, when I needed him to.

I loved the idiot.

I love that idiot.

But at the moment, I hate that idiot.

If he was awake, I might punch him, I swear. Sure, Cole is being all emotionally overwhelmed over something Lil probably did or said, and I should be focusing on that but I can't help still being pissed over the fact that Jayden is obsessing over Cole's stupid cousin.

I'm going to set fire to Dakota's hair and burn marshmallows over it. And then I'm going to stomp the marshmallow fire in Jayden's eyes. That stupid, stupid hormonal wanker, I could rip his ballsack. Could he stop thinking with his penis for a second? It's just because he's an insecure virgin who thinks he'll never get anyone to love him. It's because he needs more self esteem. He's such a self-deprecating prick. It's because he needs to realize with how freaking hot he is he could score... well anyone, really. He fell in love with her boobs, that's really all there is to it, and they're not even that great of boobs. It's just because they're new boobs. It's just because he doesn't want to acknowledge that my boobs are excellent boobs and he should want to play with them. I would really, really like for him to acknowledge that. We got him drunk, so that would totally be the right time. Plus, I'm totally lying right on top of him, his hands got nowhere else to go but on my boobs.

Okay, he's asleep so that sort of kills the mood, but hey, that situation can always change.

Cole fell asleep maybe half an hour ago and I've been just lying on top of Jayden, contemplating my tragic life. I love Jayden, I know that now. I accept it. And one day, his balls will be mine. But I know it's probably going to take a while. I know that deep down, Jayden kind of want a piece of my ass too, he's just soooo out of it, that his head, his heart and his dick are taking longer than normal to connect and get their shit together.

"You hear that Jayden Eaton," I whisper in his ear, "one day you're going to be begging to do the nasty with me, one day you're going to be dreaming of my smooth body doing unspeakable thing to yours every night, waking up with a boner, one day you'll be mine, and I'll be yours and all will be well. But it's alright if it takes you a while. I can wait for you. I'll wait for the both of us until you finally realize you've been looking for me all your life."