*Brittany's P.O.V*

Ugh, today is finally Friday.

The day that I told Karly I would make my decision.

These last few days have gone by agonizingly slow.

No one could cheer me up.

I haven't smiled all week.

I've had a lot of suicidal thoughts, and just bad thoughts in general.

I've been in a dark place without Adam and that scares me.

I barely know him and I'm already this attached to him.

Every day after school, I've just been going upstairs and locking myself in my room with Karly and watching Vampire Diaries.

My parents unlocked the door with the spare key on Wednesday, and I got a beating, but they left Karly alone so it was worth it.

Karly was the one bringing me food, and I would barely touch it.

We just got home from school and she's staring at me expectantly.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I say, as I try to seem unaffected by it.

"What're you gonna do?" She says, ignoring me.

"I need help getting ready. I'm going to go talk to Adam." I reply back.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE!" She yells as she jumps on my back.

I laugh, and she gets down.

"Let's go make you look fabulous." She says, as she grabs my hand and drags me up the stairs.

She drags me in to my room and goes and sits down on my bed.

I walk over to my closet, and pull out a dress.

It's top is black, and the bottom is red.

It has long sleeves, but the sleeves are just lace, and the top is lace as well.

Then the bottom is red, and goes to about mid thigh.

Why haven't I worn this before?

I show Karly, who has gotten comfortable on my bed, and she nods in approval.

I smile, and go in to my bathroom to put it on.

I slide off the outfit I was wearing and pull the dress on.

I look at myself in the mirror and admire my reflection.

It hugs me in all the right places. It shows a lot of cleavage however, and I don't know if I like that but oh well.

I do a slight turn, and smile when I see how good it makes my butt look.

I will admit, I do have pretty nice curves.

I'm not gonna say that when I put the dress on I forgot all about all of my insecurities.

I won't say that I suddenly became this gorgeous girl.

I won't say that I suddenly changed in to a princess.

I won't say any of that because it isn't true.

But for once I actually thought I looked pretty.

Beautiful, even.

I plug in my curling iron, and tug my hair out of the high ponytail it was in.

I walk in to my room again, and sit down at my vanity.

I do a natural eyeshadow, and add mascara so my eyes pop.

I put on bright red lipstick to match my dress, and smile at my reflection.

I look up at Karly to see her gaping at me.

"What?" I blush.

She just smiles at me.

"You're just really pretty Brit." She replies.

I smile, and blush more.

Finished with my makeup, I get up and make my way to the bathroom to finish my hair.

I pick up my curling iron, and slowly start to curl my hair.

Once I'm finished, I check my phone and it says 6 o'clock.

I laugh slightly as I walk out.

"Kar, you know it's 6, and I just got all dressed up to go to some guys house that I'm not even dating. I abrely even know him. And he is a gangleader... He's dangerous."

She looks at me and tilts her head.

"Your point? You look smokin'. And don't start this again. I know, he's dangerous. But it doesn't matter." She rolls her eyes at me.

I laugh and grab black ballet flats out of my closet.

What? I'm not gonna wear heels just to go to some guys house.

"Ok look, mom and dad will be home soon, so lock your door and do not come out once they get home. I will deal with them once I'm back. You don't need to get in trouble. Ok?" I say as I slip my shoes on.

She nods her head.

"Then I will see you later. Text me if you need anything. Love you." I say, and kiss the top of her head.

I walk out of my room, and watch as Karly goes in to her room, mumbling something that sounds like I love you.

I stand at the top of the stairs until I hear Karly lock her door, then I make my way down stairs.

I sigh and walk outside.

Is this really worth it?

Slipping in to my car, I turn the engine on.

What am I doing?

Slowly, I back out of my driveway and start driving to Adams house, hoping I know where it is.

Do I even know what I'm getting myself in to?

"Aha!" I say outloud as his house comes in to view.

Cautiously turning in to his driveway, I drive up to his house.

Leave, he's probably moved on already. He probably doesn't even care that you left.

I park my car, and get out, locking it behind me.

I walk up his front steps and before I can think twice, I ring the door bell.

No turning back now, I guess.

I stand there for a few seconds before Adam opens the door.

"What the fu- Brittany?" He stares at me.

I quickly look him up and down, he's wearing a tight black tank top (surprise, surprise) and dark grey sweat pants that are dangerously low, showing off his defined V line.

I blush and look up but then back down.

"Uh, hi." I say awkwardly.

No, he is a gangleader, be strong. You came here for a reason and it is not so you can be shy and awkward.

I quickly look up again, given courage by the pep talk I just gave myself.

He just looks at me, shocked.

"What are you doing here? You told me not to contact you again, so I figured you didn't want anything to do with me anymore." He looks down.

I smirk slightly, "You would have contacted me. You like me, Adam. Don't deny it."

Dang, where did that come from?

His head snaps up to look at me, shocked for a second before he gains his composure.

"Uhm... Princ- Uh- Brittany, why are you here?"

I feel slightly disappointed that he didn't call me princess.

But you're the one that told him to leave you alone. He has already moved on. He doesn't care.

"I-I" I stutter, suddenly nervous again, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm here. I'll leave. I'm just so stupid. I actually thought you might like me. Silly me, I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone. You won't hear from me again." I say, and turn to walk away but he grabs my shoulder and turns me around.

"I didn't say you had to leave. I just wanted to know why you were here." He replies in a cautious voice.

"I don't want you to leave me alone, Adam." I say.

He smirks.

"So you're admitting you like me?" He questions.

I blush and look down, the courage I felt before suddenly disappearing.

"Maybe," I mumble under my breath.

He grabs my chin gently and pushes it up to look me in the eyes.

"What was that?"

Why should I tell him when I could show him?

Before I can think about what I'm about to do and what I'm about to get myself in to, I crash my lips on to his.

At first he doesn't kiss back, and just as I'm about to pull away and leave, he wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me towards him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and suddenly he moves backwards, shuts the door and gently leans me against it.

The kiss is slow and gentle, and it's an innocent kiss.

A kiss that won't lead to anything more.

I pull back slowly.

"Does that answer your question?" I whisper.

He smirks slightly.

"I don't know, I think I need a little more reinsurance?" He replies cheekily.

I feel my face heat up, but I still don't stop him as he brings his lips to mine once again.

This kiss is a little different, but it's still slowly and gentle.

This kiss makes me feel... loved.

How can anyone love, or even like, someone like me?

I'm broken. A nothing. A problem.

I clear my thoughts and just focus on the kiss.

I tilt my head to the side a little more deepening the kiss.

He slowly walks over to the couch and lays me down, gently laying on top of me, but not putting his weight on me.

He breaks the kiss, and stares in to my eyes deeply.

It's like he can see right through me.

"Be my girlfriend."He says.

I open my mouth in shock, then close it.

"Huh?" I finally manage to get out.

He laughs slightly.

"You heard me right. I like you, a lot, be mine." He says happily.

I push his chet gently, and sit on the couch next to him.

"I don't know Adam. I really really like you. A lot. But this whole gang thing is just so much to take in. I don't even know you that well. It's so weird. I feel like I can trust you and my heart is tellig me to just throw myself at you, but my mind is telling me that I might get hurt. That something bad might happen. If it was just me I was worrried about, I would have no doubts saying yes. But I have to worry about Karly. I'm the only one there for her. I need to tell you something Adam." I say, and his face lights up in concern and curiousity.

"You can tell me anything." He replies, and I believe him.

"Well, when I was 8, Karly was only 4. We were the perfect family. We were all happy, everyone loved each other, we would always eat dinner together, go to movies, hang out, we were all just so happy. But one day, my mom and dad got in a huge fight. It was about me because I asked if I could have a sleepover with my friend. They got upset because the night I wanted to go was the night I was supposed to watch Karly so they could go on a date. I know, weird right? An 8 year old watching a 4 year old? And so what? They missed one date. But me and Karly were inseparable. Even before everything happened. They got mad, and my mom left us. My dad became a raging drunk. He would drink every second of every day, and when he drank, he would beat Karly and I. I always would try to protect Karly. I mean, she was only 4. She was the only thing I cared about in the world anymore. About a month after my mom left, she came back. She had gotten in to some bad things, and when she came back, she picked up my dads habit of beating us. Except she would be sober. After a while, my dad finally sobered up. But that didn't stop the beatings. It made it worse, actually. I've always been the one protecting Karly. Everything I do in my life, I think about how it would affect Karly. I have to watch out for her. Nothing can happen to her. I can't risk anything happening to her, and if you're in a gang, I just... I don't know Adam." I finish, and look him in the eyes.

He has a bunch of emotions flashing through his eyes, and I try to figure some out.

Anger.

Pain.

Sadness.

Pity.

And most of all, hatred.

I don't know who these emotions are directed at, and suddenly I get scared.

Will he hit me like my parents?

Should I be scared of him?

"I can't believe that they would do that to you. What the fuck is wrong with them? To their own children? How can they be so fuckin' cold hearted? Look Britt. I can't imagine how that feels. How that felt. How broken that must have made you. But look. I really like you. I won't let anything happen to you. I care about you so much. Let me help you. Let me in. I will care about Karly too. I will keep you both safe, and make sure nothing happens to you. I promise. I don't care who it is, is anyone hurts you, I will end them. You can trust me. I promise." Adam says, and I can see how sincere he is.

"Ok, I'll be your girlfriend." I say, smiling.

He gives a beautiful smile, and once again, brings his lips to mine.

Was this the right thing to do?

But all that matters right now, is that Karly is going to be safe, and the fact that my boyfriends lips are against mine.

*Adams P.O.V*

I can't believe she just agreed to be mine.

I smile, and pull away from our amazing kiss, and rest my forehead against hers.

I stare in to her big blue eyes that seem to put me in a trance.

I could stare at them all day.

She smiles at me, and I stand up.

"So is that the only reason you came here?" I question, humorously.

"Well, kinda." She smiles, and a blush creeps on to her face.

I just smirk.

I stay quiet as I see her look me up and down, obviously checking me out. T

The smirk doesn't leave my face as she looks back in to my eyes.

She suddenly stands up.

"Well, since I've done what I came to do, I'm gonna leave." She laughs slightly, but I pout, not wanting her to leave yet, making her laugh harder.

"Wait." I say, and she looks at me expectantly.

"I just wanted to let you know, I wasn't gonna walk away that easy. I was gonna win you back. You're the one thing in my life that I know I can't lose. Ever. No matter what." I say, sweetly.

Dammit, I'm so whipped.

"Thank you Adam. That makes me feel special. I'm glad you wouldn't have just let me walk away." A big smile falls upon her face, and I feel my heart flutter.

Why am I so attracted to her?

I've never given any other girl a second glance, until her.

I mean, yeah, I've slept with lots of girls that just throw themselves at me, but come on.

I'm a guy.

I have to have fun sometimes.

But I've never felt anything close to what I feel with Brittany.

It's a weird feeling.

But I think I like it.

I feel... complete, in a sense.

Holy shit, I sound like a girl.

I wrap my arms around her slim waist and pull her in to me, her fragile body pressed against my solid chest.

"Ok, but I'm taking you to school from now on? So I can see you more?" I say it more as a question, not wanting to annoy her.

She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles up at me.

"Of course, Adam."she says, her eyes twinkling.

My name sounds so right coming out of her mouth.

I smirk, and lean down and kiss her.

After I break the kiss, I walk her to the door.

"Text me when you get home," I say demandingly, wanting to know she gets home safe.

She nods her head ok.

She gets on her tip-toes and kisses me lightly.

It's a slow kiss, and I really like it.

Even though it isn't a heated kiss, it just feels so right.

I hold my breath, my arms wrapping around her waist instinctively.

She smirks against my lips and out of no where she bites my lower lip, successfully turning me on.

Has she always been this forward?

I lightly push her back, regretting it instantly, wanting her soft lips on mine again.

A look of rejection shows on her face before she completely whipped her face of emotion.

"If you want to leave at all tonight," I take a deep breath, "you probably shouldn't do that."

A look of realization crosses her face and she blushes.

She gets embarrassed so easily.

Her cheeks turn a light pink shade and she looks so adorable.

Damn, I can't believe I'm lucky enough to call her mine.

"Well, goodnight Adam."

She turns to leave but I grab her shoulder.

"No goodnight kiss?" I smirk, even though I've already kissed her a lot tonight.

She turns back to me and puts her hand on the back of my neck pulling me towards her.

She crashes her lips on to mine, and before I can deepen the kiss, she pulls away.

She winks at me and opens the door.

I gently smack her butt, and she turns around and smirks again.

She's smirking an awful lot... That's my signature thing...

"Bye Adam," she says lowly, and it turns me on more.

"Bye, babe." I say breathily.

And with that, she goes and gets in her car without a second glance.

As she drives off, I close the door and lean against it.

What the fuck am I gonna do? I'm already attached to her.

I sigh and head up to my room to take a cold shower and go to bed, knowing I probably won't be able to sleep tonight anyways, after the stunt she pulled before leaving.

I reach up and run my thumb over my lips, wanting to feel her lush pink lips against mine again.

Stop thinking about her, idiot. It's not helping you.

But it's like I can still feel her lips.

I sigh again, and open the door to my bedroom.

I trudge across the carpeted floor, and over to my dresser.

I pull out a pair of black joggers, and a red tank top.

Next, I pull out a pair of red Calvin Klein boxers and walk in to the bathroom.

After turning the water to the perfect cold temperature, I slowly pull my tank top over my head.

I slide my boxers and pants off and step under the shower, happy that I can finally relax.

The water beats down on my tense shoulders, and I gradually become more and more relaxed.

The water runs down my face and shoulders, going on an invisible path down my chest and abs, then dropping off of my body and down the drain.

I wash my hair and body, and turn the shower off, feeling refreshed.

I step out of the shower, and dry my body off, wrapping the towel around my waist before grabbing my clothes and going in to my room.

I take the towel off, throwing it in to a white hamper in the corner and put the clothes I had picked out on.

I gently slide into my soft bed, and lay there contently.

The only thing that would make this better is if Brittany was here.

I smile just thinking about her, and grab my phone off of my bed side table.

I search through my contacts until I pull up hers, not caring that she hasn't texted me yet telling me she's home safe.

I click the lock button and lay my phone on my chest, wondering if she was home or not.

Suddenly my phone lights up, alerting me that I have a text.

I laugh at our convo and wait for a little while for her to reply.

20 minutes pass, so I assume she fell asleep.

I sigh, and roll over.

Plugging my phone in to the charger, I roll over, happy with the way tonight turned out.

I fall asleep with thoughts of Brittany and a smile on my face.