Kian drives for a bit, getting onto a freeway. I look at him confused, and he laughs, turing the music down.

"How have you been?" He asks me.

"Uh... I've been pretty shitty.." I say, looking down. I look at him, and he has a frown on his face. He places a hand on my knee.

"I'm extremely sorry, Lon. I know you've gone through a lot of shit this year and I'm really not helping, am I?"

I slowly shake my head. Kian helped with it for a bit, became my world for a while. Then he shit on it all... "It got out of hand, that night. Both of us said things we shouldn't have.." I trail, and he nods his head in agreement.

He takes an exit to go towards the beach. I look over at him, and give him a questioning look. He smiles, and shakes his head. He removes his hand from my knee, and uses both hands to steer.

He pulls up to parking, and gets out, and I follow suit. He grabs my hand, and I see him smile. He brings me up to the pier, and into a restaurant.

"Table for two please?" He asks, and the waiter brings us to a booth, and we take seats across from each other. The waiter puts menus in front of us, and walks away to go help other people.

"So, hows Hazel?" I ask him, because I haven't seen her in a while.

"Shes good, good. She'll be happy to see you again." He says before the waiter comes over and asks us for our drink order. Kian gets a coke, and I get a Shirley temple. He writes it down and says he'll be back.

"Do you think that once my apartment is together, she could come over?" I ask him, "I really do miss her."

"Yeah, of course." He agrees, as the waiter puts our drinks on the table.

"Are you guys ready to order?" He asks and I look at Kian and we both nod our heads.

"I'll have a burger, and she'll have.." Kian trails off.

"I'll have the chicken fingers, please?" I say, closing my menu and smiling at the waiter.

"French fries or onion rings?" He asks.

"Could we have both?" Kian asks, and the waiter nods his head writing it down.

"That'll be out soon." He says to us, and takes our menus walking away.

"Ki?" I ask, looking at him.

"Hm?" He says, directing his attention to me.

"If this goes well, and it seems like it is, would you wanna come and help Con and I paint my living room?"

"Yeah! I'm up for it." He smiles at me.

We make small talk, both of us rambling on about shit. Our food arrives, and we eat. Kian insists on paying, so I told him that I'd leave the tip. He agrees, and we soon are headed back home.

"Thank you for tonight, Ki." I say, grabbing his hand.

"No no, thank you, Lon, for another chance." He said squeezing my hand.

After about an hour in the car Kian pulls into the apartment parking lot. We go up to my apartment, and I open the door. Con has all of the news paper all on the floor, and the jugs open. He's sitting in the middle of the floor, on his phone.

I go over to him, and kick him. "Lets paint!" I say, going into my room and finding some old jeans and a tee to wear. I quickly change, and head out to the living room. Con is no where to be found and Kian is putting painters tape on the walls.

"Where'd Con go?" I ask, going over to Kian.

"He went to get more paint, he realized that this room is actually pretty big. But, that means we have some time to ourselves." He said, and stands up, pushing me up against the wall. I giggle, and he places his lips onto mine. I respond quickly, kissing back.

We make out for a while, and soon we're sitting on the news papered floor, and I'm in his lap. I tangle my fingers into his short brown hair, and his hands are on my hips. Kian breaks the kiss, and begins trailing kisses down my neck, pausing and sucking on one spot.

I let out a soft moan, and feel Kian smile into my neck. I feel him flick his tongue over it, and suck more. He pulls away, placing his lips on mine once again. He smiles, and picks me up off of his lap, and we hear a car door close. I look at the time, and its been 45 minutes since Connor left.

I pick up a paint brush and dip it into the paint. Kian does the same, as Connor walks through the door.

"C'mon guys! I would have thought you would've gotten more done." Con says, placing down the paint bucket. Kian and I make eye contact and he puts a finger over his mouth, and I smile, and continue painting.

It took us three almost four hours to actually finish, and whenever Connor would leave the room, Kian would dip his hand in paint and hit some body part of mine. I have hand prints on my stomach, thigh and butt. Connor noticed when he got back in and gave Kian the hairy eye, and I managed to get the hickey Kian gave me covered before Con could notice, by itching my neck with paint on my hand.

Kian decided that he would crash here, and Con left at 11. Kian and I sat on my bed making out, with my fairy lights on. He soon gets on top of my and starts kissing my neck and kneading my boobs. I realize that my chest is covered in hickeys from Jc, and I know how mad Kian would be if he saw them.

He goes to pull my shirt off, and I stop him. I decide that I'll be the one on top, and attempt flip us. He laughs at me, and flips us himself. I'm sitting on his lap, and I slowly grind my butt on his lap, getting a small moan from him. I lean forward, and start kissing his neck.

I start sucking on a spot, swirling my tongue and sucking. I do that for probably 2 minutes, and sit up. I make eye contact with him, and lay down on top of him.

"Lon.." He whispers to me.

"Yeah, Ki?"

"Will you give me a second chance at being your boyfriend?" He asks and I look up at him.

"Yeah.. I think I will." I say and he smiles, and pecks me on the lips.

"Goodnight, London. I love you." He says wrapping his hands around my waist.

"I love you too..." I say, and smile. I'm happy..