#Jake was going to buy then Izzy stopped him with a kiss

[pixiedust-poppers]

TW: talks of sexual assault

Rereading TWR and holy fuck Blake and Jake want to ruin Izzy’s Vag with a dagger so damn bad it’s crazy. Like Jesus what did this woman do you‼️‼️

Also my brain was trying to save me bc it kept me thinking that he (Jake) was planning to rape her but it was worse-ER he was planning to destroy her insides with a dagger. ALSO The girl has bladder issues because of this😭

The amount of shit this girl goes through and ppl only halfway care.. losing my mind

[spaceskam]

The kissing booth (part 2)

part 1

"I can't stop thinking about him."

"God, you're such a sap."

Michael ignored the pillow to the chest that Isobel threw, happily focusing on the man in his mind. It'd been hours since the kissing booth ended and Michael had kissed 50 girls after that guy, and yet he was the only one he could think about. He didn't even know what he looked like.

"You don't get it, Iz, he was amazing."

"He talked to you for two seconds, made out with you, and then left, how amazing could he be?" Isobel asked. Michael just hummed. "I still can't believe you manage to kiss a guy in the 5 minutes I left you alone. You were blindfolded and you still found a guy."

"My skills are unparalleled."

"Shut up," she laughed. Michael hugged the pillow tight and tried to construct a face in his mind by the way it felt. It was much harder than it sounded. He rolled onto his stomach and looked up at her.

“Do you think you could find him for me?”

Isobel scoffed, “How on Earth would I do that?”

“I think I could probably know him if I heard his voice, you know, so... Help me find guys that go to your school who it might be,” Michael suggested. Isobel rolled her eyes. “I’m serious! He had this, like, really soft voice. His hair was kinda short-ish, super soft. Had great cheekbones. Maybe he’s athletic? He had a great body.”

“Oh my God, Michael, you are insane,” she groaned. He gave her a wide smile anyway. “What if he doesn’t even go to my school?”

“He has to! He was at the fundraiser,” Micahel insisted, “Please? Please, please, please, please.” 

“Jesus Christ, fine! I’ll try to talk to all the out guys at my school,” she caved. He almost jumped on her bed to give her a hug, but he decided against it since she had a gross facemask on that he wasn’t really eager to get on his shirt.

“Thank you! You won’t regret it!” 

-

“You owe me your life for this illegal shit I did for you,” Isobel said as she made her way into Bean Me Up. Michael always made it there first since it was closer to Roswell High, but they never failed to have their after-school coffee.

Where they went after their after-school coffee depended on the day.

“Ooh, tell me,” Michael said excitedly. It’d been three days since the kissing booth incident and Michael was still stuck on that mystery man. But, since it was now Monday, Isobel finally had some feedback from her explorations.

“I was talking to a few out guys around school and probably coming off as super creepy, but I was talking to one and he had the high cheekbones and was kinda thin and was soft-spoken... so I recorded him,” Isobel admitted. Michael smiled widely.

“You’re the best sister I’ve ever had, let me see!” Michael insisted, leaning over to see. She pulled up a video of a guy with pale blonde hair that was shot from a very unflattering angle.

“I swear, he’s cute in person,” Isobel promised. Michael held the phone to his ear and listened to the guy talk. “Well? Is it him?”

“No,” Michael said, pausing as he listened closer, “I don’t think?”

“You don’t think?”

“I’m pretty sure my guy has a deeper voice,” Michael said, frowning. But, the problem was, he wasn’t sure. The guy had only spoken a few sentences and then kissed him senseless and three days had passed, so the memory of that voice was fading. “Fuck.”

“Caramel macchiato for Michael,” a barista said. Michael stood with his frown still in place.

“Look, if you don’t remember his voice, we’re kinda stuck,” Isobel said. He sighed and turned to go grab his drink, smacking straight into another body.

“Oh shit, sorry,” the guy he ran into said.

“Sorry,” Michael said at the same time, looking over the guy to make sure he didn’t spill his coffee. He was in the Atherton uniform like Isobel with his coffee safe in hand. Michael got to his face and saw his bright smile slowly fade as recognition set in. Which was wild because Michael had never seen the guy before. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“Uh…” he trailed off, “No, I don’t think so.”

For a moment, Michael wished he did. He was fucking gorgeous, tan skin and dark hair adding to his stunning face. Michael slipped on his charming smile.

“That’s too bad,” he said. The guy gulped visibly and his cheeks started tinting a little red.

“Right, well… See you around, I guess.”

Michael turned to Isobel without even getting his coffee. “Who was that?”

She rolled her eyes. “His name is Alex and, before you ask, he’s straight. You got over mystery kiss man awfully fast.”

“I’m not over him,” Michael protested, looking out the window to see Alex stopping to put his headphones in. He was even pretty from afar. “I’m just… exploring my options.”

“Yeah, well, go get my coffee, Zeus.”

“Oh, that’s just cold.”

Michael got the drink and waited a few seconds for his own drink to be finished, bringing them both to the table. Isobel grabbed her macchiato like it was a lifeline. Which, knowing her, it kind of was.

“So, like, how do you know that guy is straight?” Micahel asked, his eyes drifting to the window again to see if Alex was still there. He wasn’t.

“He’s on the football team,” she answered simply. Michael raised his eyebrows.

“Are you telling me queer dudes don’t play football? Izzy, that’s just plain willful ignorance,” he said. Isobel snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Look, it’s not about him. I just spent all day talking to all the out guys in my school and I don’t know how we’re even going to find him if you don’t remember his voice,” Isobel said. Michael pursed his lips and got to thinking. There had to be some way to identify him. “Is it possible he’s not out?”

“If he’s not, then it’s pretty ballsy of him to just kiss a stranger from a different school who was blindfolded and--” Michael paused as the event started sounding less sexy and more like a crime of opportunity, “I”m beginning to think he might not be out.”

“Then I don’t know what you want me to do,” Isobel said, “I can’t hunt down people and out them.”

“Well, no, but maybe if he knows that I’m looking for him, he’ll come out on his own,” Michael suggested. Isobel didn’t seem to buy it. “Listen, if I kiss him again, I’ll know it.”

“Michael. No. You can’t go kissing random guys,” Isobel scolded. He rolled his eyes.

“I can hold another kissing booth for guys!”

“If he’s not out, he’s not going to go to a kissing booth,” Isobel pointed out. Michael sighed and slumped into his seat. Before he could come up with anything, Isobel got a bit serious and leaned closer. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"Don't worry about it," Michael replied, giving his sweet smile. She eyed him but nodded without another word.

They stayed and talked for another hour and a half before Isobel had to go home. The sun was in the beginning stages of setting, the sky turning pretty shades of pink and purple. He sat in his truck in the parking lot until it got dark completely.

Then he drove to the Crashdown, parking on the side of the building as a semi-decent way to hide the fact that his truck would be there all night. He knew Mr. Ortecho had probably noticed it, but he never said anything. Michael walked in and saw Liz behind the counter. She'd gone to Roswell High through her freshman year before getting a scholarship to Atherton. Michael had been offered one once upon a time, but then he got in a couple fights and surviving became a lot more important.

"Hey, Ortecho," he said, walking up to the counter. Surprisingly, Alex from the coffee shop was already sitting there. Michael gave him a smile. "And guy who I ran into."

"Michael, this is Alex. Alex, this is Michael," Liz introduced. Alex gave a two finger salute.

"Hey."

"Hey," Michael said, "I've never seen you before and now suddenly I see you twice in one day. Must be fate." Alex's neck and his ears slowly started turning red, his attention going to the basket of fries before him.

"Stop harassing my friends," Liz laughed. He just grinned even wider. "Rosa's upstairs, go around back though because my dad's in the kitchen."

Michael shot her a pair of finger guns. "Gotcha. See you around, Alex."

Michael gave him one last glance before heading out the door and going around the back of the building. He quickly scaled the fire escape that led straight into Rosa Ortecho's bedroom. He wondered how thought-out that placement was.

He felt through the window with ease, landing on a pile of clothes. Rosa was sat on her bed with a sketch pad in her lap and didn't even look up at the commotion.

"If you break something by climbing that one day, I'm not gonna help you," she said. He just smiled and stood up, flopping down on her bed. She kicked him, scolding him in Spanish for fucking up drawing.

"You'd help me," he said, pulling her pillow beneath his head, "You like me too much."

"Don't get it twisted, I like that you punched Jake Thibodaux for grabbing my ass two years ago. Doesn't mean I like you as a person," she told him, but the smile on her face said otherwise. Hell, the fact that she gave him a place to stay three times a week said otherwise. He made a personal rule not to stay more than three times a week with her or the Evans' strictly so he wouldn't overstay his welcome. That meant only one night a week in his truck which, at this point, wasn't the end of the world.

"So, I met a guy at the kissing booth I told you about," he grinned. Rosa raised her eyebrow, putting her sketch pad to the side.

"Spill."

"So I was on break and I still had my blindfold on and he came in back and kissed me. Like, really kissed me. Like, I forgot my name for a minute kissed me," he said. Her eyes widened and she grinned, teasingly prodding his ribs with her socked foot.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know," Michael sighed, "I was blindfolded and he just left. And now I have no idea how to find him. All I know is he goes to Atherton."

"Ah," she said, her smile fading, "Then maybe you don't want to know him."

"Why not?"

"Most of the guys there are assholes, trust me. They think they deserve the world because of their parents being rich. They have no fucking respect for anyone," she informed him. Michael frowned. "The only one I've ever met that I didn't want to punch was Alex."

"Oh, that guy downstairs with Liz? He's unfairly hot."

"He's sheltered as hell," Rosa said, "Sweet guy and super smart, but his dad is on his ass. His curfew is 8 PM and he's got, like, concerningly low self-esteem. I asked him if he'd ever had a girlfriend and he's just like 'girls don't like me'."

"Maybe he's not straight," Michael offered. She rolled her eyes just like Isobel.

"He's on the football team."

"Why do you guys think that's a straight indicator? Your gaydar is severely flawed," he said, "He blushed when I talked to him."

"Yeah, because he's sheltered. He blushes when anyone talks to him."

"Crushing my dreams one hot guy at a time."

"Hey, your mystery kisser might not be hot."

Michael gasped dramatically, "How dare you insult the love of my life like that?"

"You're ridiculous," Rosa laughed, shaking her head, "You don't even know him."

"I will," Michael insisted, "I can't pass that up."

"Well, go to sleep and dream about him. The bags under your eyes have bags," she said. He stuck his tongue out, but didn't retort as he let his eyes close. He'd spent the night prior camped out behind the public library. The ladies there never checked. However, he still only got a couple hours.

"Thanks, Rosa," he said, kicking off his shoes. She threw her blanket over him, engulfing him in darkness and her distinct scent. He didn't mind.

"No problem, papi."

[andthest0ryg0es]

Do You Really Want Me - chapter 5

“Why did you tell him that stuff?” Izzy screeches, her arms flapping as she runs down the stairs. Kate can see the anger in her eyes. “That’s none of his business! How could you do that to me?” she cries, turning and running back up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door and collapsing on the bed.

Kate follows Izzy up the stairs. She contemplates knocking but just busts into the bedroom. “I told him for your own good!” She walks over and sits next to Izzy. “You know how you would cry and wonder why your future was ripped from you?”

Izzy sniffles, turning on her side to face Kate. “Yeah,” she whispers.

“Maybe this is your reason. Maybe this is your future, but you'll never know if you don't give it a chance.”

“I don’t want to feel that pain again,” Izzy cries.  

“Don’t you want to feel happy again? I know you felt it yesterday with him. I could hear it in your voice. It was written all over your face when I walked into the bathroom,” Kate insists.  “It looked so beautiful on you. Can you just go out with him once more?”

“No!” Izzy growls, burying her face in her pillow. “Don’t make me.”

“I have the most beautiful pair of Louis Vuitton heels with your name on them. All you have to do is say yes. I wouldn’t push you into this if I didn’t trust him. I think this is going to be good for you. Don’t you trust me?”

“Fuck, that’s not fair!” Izzy whimpers, kicking her feet like a schoolgirl. “You know I trust you...  What color are they?” She smiles, thinking of giving in.

“Nude.” Kate runs her hand up Izzy’s thigh, leaning her body over Izzy’s and whispering in her ear. “Your legs will look phenomenal in them. You could wear them with that little black lace dress. I bet Jared won’t be able to keep his hands off you.” Kate forces Izzy to look up at her. “Besides, if he doesn't fuck you in those heels I will.”

Izzy rolls over shaking her head at Kate. “I don't know if you're trying to convince me to go out with Jared again or to fuck you.”

“Fuck off! Take the deal or leave it,” Kate laughs, slapping Izzy on her thigh and pushing herself up from the bed.

Izzy groans rather loudly. “Fuck!!!!! Okaaayy!!” She whines. “Last one! Now get me the fucking shoes!”

Kate pulls her phone out of her pocket, dialing Shannon's number as she retreats to her bedroom. She’s talking the moment she hears him pick up. “You’re son of a bitch brother better appreciate what I just did for him, because I’m giving up my favorite LV shoes for him.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Shannon asks, completely caught off guard by her statement.

Kate sighs, flopping down on her bed. “Tell Jared to start planning another date night. I had to promise her my favorite pair of LV nude heels but she’s agreed to give him one last shot. And I do mean one LAST shot, Shan. So make sure he’s on his best behavior please,” she begs him.

“I can buy you a new pair, babe,” Shannon offers, amused at her attitude.

“No, it's fine, they look better on her anyway,” Kate sighs. “I just want these two to get their shit together already. Playing matchmaker is exhausting. And Jared fucking owes me, make sure he knows that.”

“How much longer are you gonna meddle in this?” Shannon asks her, keeping his tone light but a little concerned about his brother fucking this up and her stressing out over it.

“I’m not kidding when I say this is his last shot. Don’t let him fuck it up,” she responds sternly. “And if he breaks her heart, I’ll break him,” she warns.

“I love it when you get feisty,” Shannon teases.

“Fuck off,” she laughs. “Go talk to Jared. I have to walk my beloved heels across the hall,” she says with an exaggerated sob.

Izzy is looking at her phone when she walks in the kitchen the next morning, absorbed in texting with someone. “Who’re you talking to?” Kate asks, pulling two cereal bowls out of the cabinet.

“Jared’s texting me… I don’t know what to say back. I keep typing and deleting things over and over again.” Izzy sets the phone on the counter and slides it to Kate so she can see what J’s said.

Kate reads the string of texts from Jared.

Good morning. It’s Jared. I hope you slept well.

What's your favorite color?

What's your favorite food?

Do you like red or white wine?

How do you take your coffee?

Favorite film?

What kind of music do you like?

Cats or dogs?

Do you like art?

What is your favorite thing to do?

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Kate smiles after reading the last text. “He’s so sweet.”

“Sweet? Kate it’s every half hour,” Izzy explains. “I’m pretty sure this is borderline harassment!”

“Harassment?! Stop it. He wants you to respond.  He wants to know you.” Kate laughs, rereading the texts out loud to Izzy, contemplating a response in her own head. “You have to respond to him.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Izzy complains, biting at the inside of her bottom lip.

“These are easy questions. Just answer him,” Kate says sternly. “You already agreed to another date. You could at least answer the man.”

“It’s just a simple text, right?” Izzy huffs, sitting at the bar and pouring her cereal. “Okay. Help me, please.”

Kate laughs, swallowing her bite of cereal. “You know all the answers! You don’t need my help.” She pushes the phone back across the bar. “Do it now.”

Izzy takes a deep breath in and picks up her cell phone, carefully reading through the text messages once more before starting her message.

I did sleep well. Thank you for asking. Here are the answers to all your questions: I love purple. Food is impossible it depends on my mood. I love sushi but I also love pizza, hummus and avocados go on everything. I like red wine, specifically cab. I hate merlot. Two Splenda packets and a tad of almond creamer makes my coffee cup smile. You don’t really want to know my taste in film...you’d laugh at me mister Oscar winner; but if you must know Gone With the Wind. 16 Candles (every girl needs a Jake Ryan moment). Dazed and Confused (told you you’d laugh). Interview With the Vampire...well any Brad Pitt movie except Kalifornia. I hate that one. Star Wars and...Dallas Buyers Club (aren’t you in that one) I like any music that makes me smile, dance or sing (Yes, this includes your music). Dogs! They never stop loving you. Art makes life more beautiful.  What kind of question is that? I like going to football games and concerts (just not backstage. I feel like the illusion of the artist is lost once you meet them), I love backyard parties with friends or hiking or camping or basically doing anything outside and with people that I care about. If I could go anywhere in the world I would go to Paris or Italy or...never mind...everywhere. Any other questions Mr. Leto?

“Are you done? Let me see.” Kate giggles, trying to pry the phone from Izzy’s hand.

“No!” Izzy shouts, tightening her grip and hitting send before she has time to rethink her answer. “I’m sorry. I just I need this to be just from me. No influence from you.”

Kate smiles and releases her grip. “Yes ma’am.” she teases. Both girls tense when Izzy’s phone buzzes on the bar. “I bet it’s him,” Kate smiles, looking over at the phone on the bar.

Izzy picks up the phone and smiles at his quick response. 

Yes, would you accompany me to an art exhibit and dinner Thursday night?

Yes. Sounds like the perfect opportunity to wear my new heels.

She responds quickly, sliding her phone across the bar for Kate to read, who slaps her arm playfully as soon as she’s done.

Great!  I’ll pick you up at 8.

Jared responds immediately, Izzy’s phone buzzing in Kate’s hand. She reads the message to Izzy and slides her phone back across the bar. “So what dress are you wearing? Should we go shopping? You need something super sexy to wear with those shoes.”

“Yes! Let's go shopping!” Izzy squeals, jumping up and washing her bowl.  

“Excited?” Kate snickers, watching her friend impatiently waiting for Kate to follow her lead.

“If I say yes, will you hurry the fuck up?” Izzy pouts, cutting her eyes at Kate before turning on her heels to rush up the stairs to primp.

***

“Hey!  They're here,” Kate says quietly, walking into Izzy's bedroom. She's sitting in front of her vanity, a blank stare on her face. “Wow! You look beautiful. I knew you'd pick that dress. Let me see the heels,” Kate says taking a seat on the bed behind her, noticing the terror in her friends face. “What's wrong?”

“I'm just...nervous I think,” Izzy confesses, applying her lipstick and tucking it inside her clutch before taking a deep breath in. “Let's go.”

“Your face had been stuck in your phone all week texting him. Tonight will be perfect. I just know it. Relax and enjoy it,” Kate encourages.

The girls walk down the stairs, giggling at their own private joke, meeting the guys in the kitchen. Kate kisses Jared on the cheek, giving him a warning look before throwing her arms around Shannon’s neck. “Hey handsome. I've missed you all day,” she sighs as he lifts her from the ground, praising her beauty.

Izzy smiles up at Jared, nervously touching his chest and straightening his tie.  “You look very dapper this evening, Mr. Leto.”

“You look stunning,” he whispers, taking her hand and looking her over. “Are those the new heels I've heard so much about?” He laughs, remembering the story Shannon told him, both of them looking at Kate who is pouting.

“Yes!” She points her feet out turning her feet to show every angle of the shoes. “Kate has excellent taste don't ya think?”

“She does,” Shannon chimes in, kissing his girlfriends cheek.

“She does and she's a very generous woman too,” Jared says smiling at Kate and holding his hand out for Izzy. “Shall we go?” Izzy looks at Kate placing her hand in his, allowing him to lead the way.

Jared drives, and Kate and Shannon make out in the backseat as usual. Izzy tries to block them out with music from the radio but there’s nothing good on so she gives up and turns it off.

“What's a Jake Ryan moment?” Jared asks, teasing Izzy about the text from earlier in the week.

“You don't know?” Izzy questions. Her nervousness fading instantly when he smiles innocently at her. “Jake Ryan shows up with his fancy car to sweep Molly Ringwald off her feet. They sit on a glass table and eat birthday cake and he kisses her,” Izzy explains, watching Jared’s reaction to her explanation.  

“Have you had one?” Jared smirks, taking his eyes off the road long enough to witness her blushing and shaking her head no.

“No! Those moments only happen in movies,” Kate calls out to them from the backseat, pulling herself away from Shannon just as the car pulls into the lot of the gallery.

Jared pulls up to the valet stand and goes round to help Izzy out of the car as Shannon does the same for Kate. The group walk into the gallery together, Jared immediately being recognized by several people in the room. They make small talk with a few people who come over to say hello for awhile until Shannon excuses himself to get drinks for the girls. When he returns, Jared is still trapped in small talk hell. Izzy is slowly drifting further away from him and closer to Kate.

“He’s too polite to excuse himself,” Shannon whispers in Kate’s ear, his hand on her hip holding her close to him.

Kate steps forward and clears her throat, “Jared, we’ve got reservations,” Kate interrupts whatever mind numbing conversation is happening, subtlety hip checking Izzy closer to him. Jared says a quick goodbye, grabs Izzy’s hand and leads them all away to the opposite side of the gallery.

“I’m sorry. I always feel bad getting out of those conversations, I’m horrible at it,” Jared apologizes to Izzy then turns to Kate. “Thank you,” he tells her, smiling and giving his brother a look that clearly says he approves of his choice in girlfriend.

“I’m gonna take Kate and show her my favorite piece, why don’t you show Izzy around a bit, hmm?” Shannon tells his brother, leading Kate away towards the back of the gallery tih her giggling as they disappear into the crowd.

Izzy puts her arm through Jared’s and holds onto him as he leads her towards one of the larger pieces in the front of the gallery. “He has a favorite piece?” she asks.

“No, he knows where the broom closet is though,” Jared tells her, chuckling.

“Ohhh,” Izzy responds quickly, leaning her head against his arm and laughing. “My friend the whore.”  

Jared takes his time showing Izzy through the gallery. The exhibit belongs to a friend of his, so he’s fairly familiar with each of the pieces. Shannon and Kate don’t resurface for nearly an hour, but to their credit they don’t look too disheveled when they reappear at Jared and Izzy’s side. Kate pulls Izzy away from Jared for a moment under the pretense of going to the ladies room.

“How’s it going?” Kate asks her as soon as they’re out of earshot of the boys. Over her shoulder, Kate can see Shannon grilling J just the same.

“Good,” Izzy smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear.  “He's been…attentive and oh god he smells so good!” She squeals covering her face with her hands. “Kate, I can't breathe when he touches me.”

The girls walk to the bar ordering another round of champagne. Kate insists on making a toast to friends and possibility and the future, finishing up just as the boys find them.

“Ladies, we have reservations for dinner. We should probably head that way,” Jared announces upon their return, looking down at his watch and once again offering Izzy his hand, squeezing her softly when she accepts. Shannon and Kate walk just ahead, the two of them lost in their own private conversation.

“Do you think you two can manage to not make out for ten minutes while we drive to the restaurant?” Jared begs his brother as they all get back into the car.

“I can’t help it, she’s irresistible,” Shannon answers, looking into Kate’s eyes with a goofy smile on his face. Jared rolls his eyes.

“They’re ridiculous,” he tells Izzy, who is also rolling her eyes at the goofy grin on Kate’s face. The pair do keep their lips to themselves for this trip out of respect, but Izzy’s pretty certain she caught Kate’s hands wandering at some point.

Once inside the restaurant the group is quickly ushered to a private booth. The girls scoot inside to the middle with the boys falling in on either side of them. They're assigned a private waiter and Jared instructs the staff to keep the curtain closed at all times.

After reviewing the menu, ordering cocktails and appetizers Kate nudges Izzy’s arm, urging her to move closer to Jared.  Izzy nudges Kate in return, shaking her head no; however, Kate is persistent, nudging her repeatedly, harder each time. When Izzy doesn’t follow through with Kate’s orders after several minutes she slides her hand over onto Izzy’s thigh and squeezes hard, digging her nails into her thigh, making Izzy wince uncontrollably in pain, swiftly removing her hand when Jared asks if she’s okay.

Izzy looks up at Jared nervously, stuttering on her words looking for an explanation when Kate chimes in, “Did you have another one of those sharp pains in your thigh?”

Izzy cuts her eyes at Kate “Yeah,” she responds through gritted teeth, rubbing her thigh.

“Is it still hurting?” Jared asks, placing his hand on her thigh in an effort to rub out her pain.  

Izzy reaches for Jared’s hand, placing her hand on his hand and bites at her lip, their eyes meeting. “Uhhh, no. It’s better now. Thank you.”

Kate nudges Shannon’s arm and they silently watch the two of them, lost in each other's eyes when the waiter disturbs them, arriving with the appetizers. Jared quickly removes his hand from her thigh, slapping his hands together, instantly breaking the friction between them.  

As the dinner progresses Izzy finds herself tucked comfortably under Jared’s arm, listening intently to his stories of touring, the two of them even sharing a dessert while Shannon and Kate quietly make plans for a weekend getaway.

“How do you deal with them when he’s at your place?” Jared sighs, looking over at the couple next to them canoodling.

“It’s not so bad. Sometimes I just disappear. I spend a lot of time on walks but when I need my girl I just barge right into her room and snuggle right up next to them.”

“You do?” Jared chuckles, raising his eyebrows at her, images flooding his head of the innocent girl next to him tangled in the sheets with his brother and her best friend.

“Well, only if it’s safe, ya’ know.” Izzy laughs, covering her face in embarrassment.

Shannon leans forward, a smile on his face. “You have no idea what it’s like to have to share your girlfriend. These two will get lost in a private conversation, completely forgetting I’m even there,” he teases. “Lucky for her, she’s sweet and cooks for me all the time, so I don’t mind when she steals Kate from me too much.”

“She a good cook?” Jared asks Shannon, who's quick to give a thumbs up.

“Kate never cooks because Izzy’s cooking is so good,” Shannon adds. Kate nods her head in agreement, smiling at her friend.

“Maybe you could cook for me sometime?” Jared asks softly, his blue eyes shining back at her, alluding to another date.

“I’d like that very much,” Izzy says, nervously twirling her hair between her fingertips, avoiding his stare.

“J, I think we should go back to your place and light a fire in the pit and hang out for a bit by the pool,” Kate encourages.

“You up for that?” Jared asks Izzy, who nods her agreement shyly, making a mental note to thank Kate later for continuing their evening past dinner. “Okay, let’s get out of here then.” Jared wastes no time scooting out of the booth and taking Izzy’s hand, helping her up, their waiter stopping them and requesting a photo before they exit. Shannon and Jared kindly posed for several photos with the staff before they’re able to head out the door.

Special Thanks to my co-author/Lobster @jletolove4eva​ for being patient with me on this chapter.

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