It had started to rain by the time we arrived at Jeremy's house. It wasn't a torrential rain, but one heavy enough to make my shirt damp before we entered the house. While I was taking off my shoes, a young girl with brown hair came up to us, a questioning look on her face.

"Holly, this is Jenna," Jeremy said, holding gesturing towards Jenna with his hand. "And Jenna, this is Holly." He gestured towards me.

"Hi," we both said in quiet voices.

Jeremy laughed, slapping my back. "Don't be shy."

I stumbled forwards from the force of the slap. A small smile slipped onto Jenna's face. I smiled back at the thirteen year old, figuring she was just smiling at my pain. She laughed now.

"I've heard a lot about you," Jenna told me, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Jeremy likes to talk about you."

"Really?" I asked, turning to give Jeremy a questioning look.

"Well, about you and Chris."

Jeremy looked at me sheepishly as my questioning look turned into a glare. I turned back to Jenna with a forced smile.

"Does he now?"

Jenna nodded. "Your life sounds like a drama, the way Jeremy describes it."

I scowled at Jeremy, who was now scratching the back of his head. I did my best to resist kicking him.

"Jenna, let's not talk about that, okay?" he suggested, guiding me further into the house with a hand on my back. "Let's go find Jane."

"Jane is your seven thirteen year old sister?" I asked.

Jeremy nodded. "Yup. She can be a brat sometimes."

"More like all the time," Jenna muttered, tagging along aside us.

"Jeremy, Jenna, and Jane," I said out loud, a smile appearing on my face. "I see a trend here."

"Can you guess what our parents names are?" Jenna asked.

"James and June?"

"Close," Jeremy responded with a smirk. "James and Julie."

I grinned. "That's cool. A family of J, huh?"

"Too bad our last names don't begin with a J," Jeremy said, steering me up a flight of stairs.

"What is your last name?" I asked, surprised that I hadn't noticed I didn't know it before.

"Ross."

"Oh..."

"I bet you're thinking Holly Ross doesn't sound good together," Jeremy commented, a smirk appearing on his face.

I blushed and shook my head. "No!"

"Holly Heywood doesn't sound good either."

I glared at Jeremy. "I was thinking that either!"

"I never said you were."

"Jeremy, stop fighting with Chris's girlfriend," Jenna interrupted, rolling her eyes. "He'll kill you."

"G-girlfriend?" I repeated, staring at the girl in shock. "No! No, no, no, we aren't dating! Jeremy!" I glared at him.

Jeremy laughed sheepishly. "Jenna, didn't I say not to talk about that?"

"What did you tell her?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

"I was just putting my input in," Jenna said to Jeremy, shrugging her shoulders.

"Let's just drop it," Jeremy suggested.

"What did you tell her?" I repeated, grabbing Jeremy's shirt. "Girlfriend? What?"

"Actually I believe my words were 'soon-to-be girlfriend'," Jeremy corrected, easily pulling out of my grasp. "And don't worry, I don't tell her much."

"He only complains," Jenna interjected. "He's always saying how one of you should fess up your feelings otherwise it'll be too late."

I blushed again, scowling at Jeremy. "What are you? An old lady that likes to gossip?"

Jeremy shrugged. "I have to express my frustrations about you guys somehow."

"It's not even your business!"

"I just want Chris to be happy, he deserves it," Jeremy responded, ruffling my hair. "You wouldn't understand."

"Then help me understand!"

"It's not my right to tell you."

"Well if both you and Mr. Heywood won't, then who will?" I demanded, growing increasingly frustrated.

Jeremy sighed, pushing open a door, and ushering me inside. The scowl slipped off of my face, replaced by a horrified expression as I looked around the room we were in. There were doll parts everywhere. Heads, torsos, bottoms, legs, hair... everything.

"Jane," I heard Jeremy start in a scolding voice. "How many times do I have to tell you not to take apart your dolls?"

I looked to where Jeremy was looking and saw the cutest little girl ever. She had honey colored hair that was in pigtails, and large brown eyes that reminded me of Jeremy's.

"Mom's going to be mad," Jenna said in a smug voice.

Jane's eyes snapped onto mine and she smiled sweetly. I felt myself smiling back and I glanced at Jeremy. He was watching me with an amused expression.

"She's so cute," I told him, wanting to hug her close. "I've always wanted a little sister just like her!"

"No you don't," Jeremy and Jenna snorted at the same time.

Jane walked over towards me, grabbing onto my shirt. "Sissy?"

My jaw-dropped and I looked between the little girl and Jeremy, my mouth now working, but no words coming out. I gestured with my finger between us and Jeremy laughed.

"Jane this is Holly, Holly, Jane," he introduced us.

"But you can call me sissy!" I told the little girl, squatting down to her level.

"Okay," Jane said, giving me a huge smile.

"So cute," I gushed, looking back at Jeremy. "I guess cuteness runs in your family."

"You think I'm cute?" Jenna and Jeremy responded at the same time, both sounding smug.

I smiled half amused, half annoyed. Jenna and Jeremy were a lot alike personality wise. They sort of reminded me of Mr. Heywood when he acted narcissistic. The same-

I shook my head. Now wasn't the time to be thinking of Mr. Heywood.

"You're a very cute girl," I told Jenna, smiling.

"Well thank you," she responded, grinning at me.

Her grin reminded me of Jeremy's. It was scary how much these siblings were alike.

"What about me?" Jeremy asked, nudging my back with his elbow. "Admit it. You think I'm cute."

"I do," I responded honestly.

He smirked. "I'm going to tell Chris."

"Chris is here?" Jane spoke, re-entering the conversation. "I want to see him!"

Jeremy shook his head at her. "Not today."

Jane's expression fell instantly and a smile came to my face. I looked at Jeremy with a questioning expression.

"Chris sometimes comes over to keep me company when I baby sit," he explained. "Jane is very attached to him."

"That's cute," I commented, grinning at the little girl once more.

"Sure, until she asks you to make him come over every five seconds," Jeremy responded with a shrug. "But anyway, I want to show you something so follow me."

"See you later," I said to Jane, ruffling the hair on her head.

"Bye sissy," she responded and then turned to Jenna. "Will you play videogames with me?"

"Sure," I heard Jenna respond as I followed Jeremy out of the room.

He led me down the hallway all the way to the other end and opened up the door. I went in first, and stood still, waiting for Jeremy to turn on the light. When light flooded the room, I noticed I was in another bedroom.

"This is my old room," Jeremy told me, walking over to a dresser. "Take a seat on the bed."

I did as ordered and watched as Jeremy shuffled through the top drawer of the dresser before pulling out a large black book. He came back over to me and sat down on the bed as well. I peered over his shoulder to read the cover of the book.

"A yearbook?"

"Yep," Jeremy responded, opening it up. "I only have Chris's senior year photos because that's when I arrived at the school, and he graduated the next year."

"How do you know each other then?" I asked, frowning as Jeremy began to flip through the color-filled pages.

"Mostly through the gang," Jeremy responded. "But he was also dating my cousin..."

"Who's that?"

Jeremy either didn't here me, or ignored me, because he didn't reply. I stayed quiet as he continued to flip through the yearbook. Finally he came to a page that had the word "seniors" in large, fancy writing. He flipped two more pages then grinned, pointing down.

"Here's Chris's senior page."

Jeremy pushed the yearbook onto my lap and I stared down at the page. At least ten photos of Mr. Heywood in his younger days stared back at me. A blush made it's way across my face as I stared at the pictures. He was so handsome.

"Thinking something naughty?" Jeremy teased, his face inches away from mine. "Hmm?"

"N-no!" I denied, shaking my head quickly. "He's just so... handsome."

"He was popular with the ladies even though he was two years younger than them," Jeremy told me, moving his head away again.

"Was your cousin two years older than him when they dated?"

Jeremy nodded. "Everyone he dated was older than him, or so I've heard."

"So then he likes older girls."

"Probably."

I glanced at Jeremy quickly, a look of surprise passing on my face. Jeremy agreed? Shouldn't he deny that and tease me? Or did that mean it was the truth? Did Mr. Heywood really only like older women?

Jeremy suddenly started laughing and I turned to look at him, a frown on my face. He continued to laugh for a few moments, putting his face in his hand. When he was done, he cleared his throat and looked back up at me.

"Sorry," he apologized, a grin on his face, "I was kidding. I'm sure Mr. Heywood doesn't prefer an older woman to a younger one and vice versa. You just have cute reactions."

I blushed, scowling at him. "You're just like Mr. Heywood."

"But I don't have a crush on you."

"He doesn't either!"

"Well if I'm just like Mr. Heywood and I have a crush on you, that means he does too," Jeremy said simply.

My eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter. "But you just said you didn't have a crush on me."

"I lied."

"But you said you weren't interested in high school girls."

Jeremy grinned evilly. "I lied."

"But-"

Suddenly he leaned over me, placing one arm behind me and one arm across me. He then brought his leg over mine and straddled me. I stared at him in surprise, not even thinking of moving away.

"Want me to prove it?" he asked in a husky whisper.

"Huh?" I said dumbly, feeling my face grow hot from our position.

Jeremy pushed down on my collarbone, making me lie completely down on my back. I was too shocked to resist. Jeremy smirked as he brought his head closer to mine, and I felt his hand begin to lift the back of my head back.

"W-wait," I finally stuttered, putting my hands against his chest. "Jeremy, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you," he said in a singsong voice.

"What?"

His face was only inches away from mine now and I shut my head, trying to turn away, but Jeremy's hand kept it still. I felt something soft press against my lips and I froze up. When I heard chuckling, my eyes shot open.

To my confusion, Jeremy's head was a good two feet away from mine. I looked down and realized Jeremy had his pointer and middle finger pressed to my lips. I quickly opened my mouth and bit them.

"Ow!" Jeremy cried, yanking his hand back in pain.

I shoved his chest, making him slide off of me backwards. He toppled to the ground, and erupted in fresh laughter. I glowered at him, my face hot.

"What did you think you were doing?"

"Teasing you," Jeremy responded, still laughing. "I can't help it. It's so fun. It's not fair only Chris gets to do it."

"I don't find it very funny," I snapped at him.

"Oh? Did you want me to kiss you?" Jeremy responded as a smirk appeared on his face.

"No," I responded immediately. "You know I like Mr. Heywood."

"Yup," Jeremy responded, returning his attention back to the yearbook. "Want to see a picture of Chris and my cousin?"

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding my head. I didn't even know why I hesitated. This was a past girlfriend of Mr. Heywood's, not a current one. But for some reason I was still feeling jealous. I silently cursed myself. I didn't want to be one of those over-jealous people that wouldn't even let their love interests talk to someone of the other gender.

"Here it is."

I followed Jeremy's finger down to a small colored picture of a pair of people with their arms around each other. Mr. Heywood was about a foot taller than the girl, and I almost laughed out loud at the girl's face.

"Nice red-eye," I commented, smirking at the picture. "I thought year book editors were supposed to fix things like this?"

Jeremy grinned, tapping the girl's face with his finger. "I bet they kept it like this for amusement."

I nodded, looking back down at the picture. Mr. Heywood's old girlfriend was actually really pretty, if you excused the red-eye. She had light nut-brown hair that went to just past her shoulders, and a pale complexion.

"She's got the same hair color as me," I commented with a smile. Did Mr. Heywood like that color hair?

"Um, yeah," Jeremy responded, taking the yearbook away. "Enough of that, let's move onto another memorable picture of Chris."

"Would he kill you if he found out you were telling and showing me all of this stuff about him?"

"Probably," Jeremy responded casually. "This is senior prom."

I glanced down at the yearbook and the younger Mr. Heywood in a black suit and deep red tie stared back at me, a huge smile on his face. His hair was gelled back the tiniest bit.

"He looks like a model!"

"Don't let him hear you say that," Jeremy responded with a snort. "You'll boost his ego too much. And trust me, it's big enough."

"How come Mr. Heywood never smiles like this anymore?" I asked, turning my gaze to Jeremy, a frown appearing on my face.

Jeremy gave me a small smile and ruffled up my hair with his hand. I immediately snatched it away, frowning at him.

"Holly, Chris changed a lot after the accident."

"What accident?" I demanded, my irritation growing again. "I'm so sick and tired of being left out in the dark!"

Jeremy sighed. "I'm sorry, Holly."

"It's okay," I grumbled, swallowing my frustration. "I shouldn't take it out on you anyway."

"I'm sure Chris will tell you when the time is right."

"I don't know," I responded skeptically. "He seems pretty dead set on not letting me know."

"There's a small... complication," Jeremy started slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. "I don't think he wants to have you get the wrong idea before he can fully explain things..."

I raised an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm guessing he's afraid of you being hurt, emotionally."

"Why?"

Jeremy shook his head. "I can't tell you. I've already said too much."

"But now I'm more curious than before," I complained, a frown pulling at my lips.

Jeremy chuckled and closed the yearbook, tossing on the bed. "Come on, Holly. Let's go round up the girls and watch a movie."

"But-"

"Hmm, which movie should we watch?" Jeremy pondered while moving towards the door. "Final Destination?"

"A seven year old shouldn't be watching that," I responded, following Jeremy out of the room. "How about something a little more PG? Or at least PG-13."

"Those movies never have sex scenes them."

I rolled my eyes at Jeremy's comment. "That's so typical of a guy."

"You know, Chris got around in high school a lot."

I froze in my tracks, staring at Jeremy's back. Was he serious? What was that supposed to mean? That Mr. Heywood was a player? But I thought he had a steady girlfriend?

I furrowed my brow. Did that mean Mr. Heywood cheated on girls? He definitely didn't seem like that type. But if what Jeremy said was true...

Suddenly Jeremy started chuckling and I pulled myself from my thoughts.

"What's so funny?"

"Your expressions," he told me, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. "I was only kidding. Chris didn't sleep around."

I scowled, kicking him in the back of the leg. "You're a jerk, you know that?"

"But you love me."

"Sure."

"Ouch..."

"Where are the girls?" I asked before Jeremy could continue to tease me.

"Game room," Jeremy responded, abruptly stopping and pulling open the door. He stuck his head in and I assumed that he caught the attention of the girls when he began to speak. "Do you two want to watch a movie with Holly and I?"

"Yes!" I heard Jane squeal, soon followed by the sound of light footsteps. Jane emerged looking at me with a big grin.

"Hi there," I said to her, squatting down to her level.

"So what were you and Holly doing all alone in your old bedroom, hmm?" I heard Jenna ask Jeremy as Jane grabbed my hand.

"Adult stuff," Jeremy told Jenna, a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't listen to him, Jenna. He's delusional."

A low rumble of thunder suddenly filled the room and Jane flinched. She looked terrified. I held onto her hand tighter and gave her a comforting smile.

"What would you like to watch?" I asked.

"The Brother's Grimm," she responded, and began to tug me down the hall. "Let's go."

I followed her, hearing Jeremy and Jenna's footsteps behind me. We entered the living room and I sat down on the couch with the girls while Jeremy got the movie started. I could hear the rain pounding down on the roof as it continued to grow heavier. Jeremy flicked off the lights and plopped down on the chair adjacent to the couch, using the remote to start the movie. I settled into a more comfortable position, Jane clinging onto me.

Three quarters of the way through the movie, both girls were passed out. I looked at Jeremy in amusement only to find out he was half-asleep as well. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head. The movie wasn't that boring.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone, aiming to check the time. When I flipped it open, it showed I had ten new text messages, thirteen missed calls, and three voice mails. I clicked on the new text messages first. Nine were from Casey, and one, the first one in my inbox, was sent by Lance. I decided to read his first.

Tell me how the British boy is when you get this message.

I stared at the message in confusion and re-read it a few times to make sure I had read it right. What was he talking about? I didn't know any other British people besides him! I sighed, hitting the up button to read the ones from Casey.

The first four were telling me to pick up my phone; the fifth was saying to get in contact with her ASAP; the sixth was telling me again to pick up my phone, so was the seventh; the eighth message told me to check my voicemail, and so did the ninth. The tenth said, "It's about Lance."

I frowned deeper, unease beginning to set in. What was about Lance? Did something happen to him? My stomach twisted uncomfortable as I went back to my cell phone's home page, trying to get to the voice mails. Before I could press call, however, my phone started vibrating in my hand. The caller I.D read "Casey".

I immediately pressed the talk button. "Hello?"

"Holly!" Casey cried, sounding panicked. "Why haven't you picked up your phone?"

"I must not have had service," I told her, my eyes widening at her tone. "Casey, what's wrong? What about Lance?"

I heard Casey sniffle and my heart skipped a beat. My pulse spiked and my hands became clammy. I struggled to think straight.

"Casey?" I finally started, grasping my phone tightly. "What happened? Is something wrong with Lance? Tell me!" I demanded when she continued to sniffle.

"Holly, Lance was shot!"

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Ok, first of all, this chapter was for all the people who were asking me to do another chapter with Jeremy. I'm so surprised about how popular he is! So this was for you :D But I told you it'd be left in a cliff hanger :D And no, it's not the end of the story...

For some reason this story also dropped down from What's Hot #4 all the way to What's Hot #56. It's so confusing because the reads have been the same... But I'm just being vain lol.

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