Infinite

Fireworks and A Reality Check

"E-Everett," I stammered. I walked up to the window and took a final confused look before I popped my window open.

"I heard what happened," he whispered making me shudder.

He pulled himself up to my window sill and hopped into my bedroom with ease. I would be lying if I said I didn't find it slightly attractive.

"Why are you here?"

He looked me straight in the eyes. I cast my eyes towards my bare feet.

"Avery?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and Everett pulled me into him by my waist. As he held me there I started to stain his shirt with my tears.

"Avery you know I hate when you cry," he whispered kissing the crown of my head.

I looked up at him letting the corners of my lips curl up into a grin.

He stepped back to examine the smile on my face, "That's better."

"Everett, thank you," returning the favor I pulled him into me by his shirt.

He laughed a bit before turning serious, grabbing me by my shoulders, "Avery," I knew what was coming next, "you know I love you."

"Everett." He shushed me.

"Everett," I tried again. Getting closer to me, if that was even possible, he took a quick yet noticeable glance at my lips.

"Everett," I practically screamed.

"Avery," he replied.

"No Everett, I mean it! This can't happen."

He took a small step back, but was still too close for my liking. I turned my back to him and took in a deep breath which ended in a misfit of coughing.

Regaining my composure I turned around and looked at Everett and placed my hand on his bicep. When I noticed how awkward the gesture was I settled my arms across my chest.

I couldn't bear to say a word to him.

"You're not dating Justin anymore," he pointed out.

"I know I'm not, but this still can't happen. We're friends. I like you as a friend. I know you like me," he cut me off.

"I like like you."

"Yeah I know, but me and Justin just," I trailed off.

"Oh I see how it is."

"I thought you came here to make me feel better. Can you hear what you're saying to me, you jerk," I screeched.

"I just-."

"Just leave Everett, I'm done talking to you."

Obeying me he backed himself up to my window, but when he reached the window he took a stride back towards me.

He reached down to tuck a strand of my stray hair behind my ear, but I stopped him with my hand before he could.

"Please, Avery?"

Without my response he ducked his head down and stole a kiss. He went in for another, again without my permission, but surprising myself I met him half way there. I couldn't help but think to myself, he didn't kiss anything like Justin. Even his grip on my hips was different than Justin's. I liked it. He smiled against my lips and I couldn't help but smile. Wait, this isn't right I thought. I couldn't pull myself away from Everett, his lips were warm against mine and despite the way my heart had felt since my encounter with Justin's dad, my heart now felt as if it was floating in my chest.

Reagan strode into my bedroom just as Everett was pulling me closer. "I'd say get a room, but you're kinda in one already, so I guess that defeats the purpose," Reagan giggled. Everett waved her away without pulling his lips off of mine. Alice's jaw was wide open as Reagan grabbed her arm and dragged her out of my bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"I love you Avery," he smiled resting his forehead against mine after pulling back from me. I couldn't quite believe it either, the fact that I didn't pull away from Everett first.

For the third time that day I baffled myself as I snuck my lips back onto his. He kissed me back and I couldn't help but wonder if I, Avery Jones , was falling for Everett Shade.

I pulled back from Everett and looked him in the eyes, "I need time to think."

He winked at me and jumped out of my window, "Call me when you've had enough thinking time," and with that Everett waltzed right out of my backyard.

Just as I plopped myself down on my bed I realized what I was wearing. I was not only wearing Justin's sweatshirt that had to be at least four sizes too big on me, I was also in his boxers. Not that it should matter considering I don't like Everett, and I don't care what he thinks of my apperance.

I think.

I still made my way to the bathroom to see what the rest of me looked like. I already knew for a fact that my hair was a mess and that my eyes were probably red and puffy. My nose most likely matched the red color in my eyes, since I'd gone through six boxes of tissues.

He must really love me I thought, considering he would A.) kiss me B.) kiss me again and C.) let me kiss him. What the heck was wrong with that boy? He kissed a girl that looks like a hot mess, not even hot, just a mess, three times!

I opened my door and Reagan fell onto my feet.

"I'm not quite sure why I didn't know you were there," I began.

She shrugged, "Me neither."

"You're too predictable, now tell me, how bad do I look on a scale from one to ten?"

"Ten being the worse, one being the best?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'd say eight, pretty close to being a nine."

I let out a huff.

"Why does it matter- oh wait. You like Everett now."

"Who said that?"

"You did."

"Really?"

"Well no, but-"

"I know I didn't say that, use the little bit of common sense you have!"

"At least I have some, it's better than none," she stuck her tongue out at me and made a dash for the door.

I chased after her and ran right into Alice.

"Oh hey Alice," I greeted.

"Hey Avery," Alice said warmly, "glad to see that you're feeling better."

"It's all thanks to you, seriously, thanks a ton for bringing Everett."

"He called me and forced me to drive him here, so I guess it was against my will, but I'm glad I put up with listening to dubstep for thirty whole minutes, since that's the only music he listens to and apparently he is liszotomania," she took a breath.

"I know," I nodded. We texted back and forth about music all the time.

I wonder what dubstep song he'll pick to be "our" song if... Wait a second.

I gasped, "I like Everett."

Reagan nodded and Alice's jaw dropped to the floor.

"I know," Reagan said casually.

"What," Alice squeaked.

A/N: Everett. What do you guys think about him? Do you like him less than or more than Justin? I'd love to know! Also, for any of you who are wondering, liszotomania is the need to listen to music all the time. Please vote! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful rest of the day!

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