LOOKIE WHO'S ~BACK :]

and oh hell to the no, Jonathan Jacob Walker. get the fuck away from Kate :| and Kate, wth. YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN JON e.e
well... not really... cause Jon's Jesus, but you know....

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Jon's Jesus

Lolol well, not if you ask my friend Jaz....
She said to Gabe, 'GABE! YOU'RE THE NEW JESUS!'
And he was like 'No I'm not!' *blushes*

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Originally posted by kgleninrainbows.:
ARTICHOKE!
GAHHH. I TOTALLY WROTE JON/KATE FOR YOU!
I think you tried to do a Kate/Ryan name. Kryan? 'Cause it's emo lolol.

awwwwwwwww thanks ily too =]
OH THAT'S RIGHT. I thought it was Kate/Jon. that was 2 fics ago. last fic was Kate/Ryan. GOT IT.
it's officially Katwalk now =] HAHAHAHA.

LOLOLOL
KATWALK!
See, I would have gone with K-Walk, but you took it to the next level!

kay guys.
here's the deal.
i have been super busy but i will update when i get home from being out with my mateys today.
i have it all planned out
santi

i can't wait until the update then!

Chapter Twelve.

Kate lies under Jon on the bed, her knee bent upwards as his body fits with hers.

She notes the way his beard gently scratches against her cheeks, the way his tongue explores her mouth but carefully, but void of awkward caution. Jon's warm palms are splayed across the small of her back, subtly rubbing circles in the pale skin with his rough fingertips. Her own hands cup the place where Jon's neck and his chin meet, keeping him close as they exchange lazy kisses.

Kate's hands start to slide down his neck, fingers briefly trailing over his Adam's apple as she symiltaniously nibbles a little on Jon's bottom lip, drawing out a small moan from the older boy. Dipping her hands into the back of his white v-neck shirt, Kate tugs at it a little. Jon smiles breifly into the kiss, pulling away as his heavy breath falls upon the girl's lips. "Off?" Kate asks.

Jon smiles his crooked smile, nods enthusiastically and lunges back in at her. Jon's hands are pressing a lot harder against the small of Kate's back, desperately pulling her closer as the kissing deepens. Her hands grip at the fabric of Jon's shirt and they part once more to pull it over his head swiftly, the planes of Jon's toned skin revealed. Grinning, he leans back in and Kate's hands begin their journey over his exposed skin. Feeling his shapely hipbones and toned abbs, Kate sighs as Jon's tongue passes through the seam of her lips once more.

The handle on the doorhandle jingles and Kate squeals quietly, pushing Jon off her quickly and he lands on the floor with a thud the same time that the door closes.

"Ow!" Jon squeaks.

Kate sighs, "I know it hurts, I'm sorry Bren, but you've got to stay still, alright?"

The boy pouts, "I know."

Kate pats his neck gently, "Come on kid, you're doing well."

The girl returns to picking the gum out of Brendon's hair. A few jocks had cornered him after gym class after hearing about his decision to study hairdressing and gave him something to remember his precious hair by. The pair sit in Brendon's ensuite bathroom, Brendon up on the counter as Kate tries to widdle the sticky substance out of his hair. "Careful!" Brendon hisses, "Don't rip any out!"

Kate rolls her eyes, "What else I am I supposed to do when it won't come out?"

Brendon panics, "It won't come out?!" he asks shrilly, "Oh my God. We're gonna have to cut it out. Fuck. I'm going to have a bald spot! I can't go bald already, Kate, I'm only seventeen years old!"

"Brendon, for the love of God!" she slaps the side of his head, "Calm the fuck down! Even if I have to tear it out, you're the fucking hairdresser here. You can fix it."

She quickly brushes Jon's shirt under her pillow and looks up. "Oh, hey Brendon," Kate greets him.

He frowns, "Sorry, should I have knocked?"

Yes. "Nope, you're good." A moment of awkward silence passes before she asks, "So, what's up?"

The boy brushes a strand of dark hair behind his ear and loiters around the front of the bed. Kate knows that there's something sentimental coming and partly curses the fact that Jon is hiding on the floor on just the other side. "Um," Brendon's hands fiddle together nervously, "Um, okay. Are we...what's wrong with us?"

Kate frowns, "Uhh, what?"

He sighs and hangs his head, scratching at his hair awkwardly. "We're not. I don't really...okay, so, we're awkward."

Kate lets out her own resigned sigh, "Yeah," she agrees, "We really kind of are."

Brendon throws his hands up and lets out a groan, leaving Kate slightly taken aback. "God, I just," he lets out another heavy sigh, "I don't know what happened."

She laughs, a little bitterly, "I think I do." Brendon's brows knit together, obviously hurt and she elaborates, "You broke a promise to me, Brendon. On that New Years, you said you'd always be--"

"--I know what I said," he cuts her off forcefully, "But you can't honestly blame me for my success."

"Brendon, I don't blame you for your success, not at all," she makes sure of that, jumping up off the bed to stand with him, "But what I do you blame you for it forgetting about me."

"I didn't--"

"--You did," this time Kate ceases Brendon's sentance, "I get it. You were busy and caught up and never in the one country at the one time. And I'm proud of you Brendon, I really am, but it doesn't excuse the fact that you barely spoke to me for a year and a half. Even when you got home, you didn't even try and see me. And I know that you've been burnt out from touring, and tired, and fucking famous...but you broke your promise."

Brendon takes a step away from her and looks crushed. "I'm sorry," he says softly.

"Bren..." Kate wants to say so much more. She wants to tell him that she still hates him and resents him and totally wants him to grovel at her feet because he left and avoided her and it hurt. "Can we not be awkward?" she ends up asking, "Can we just. Can we be mates again?"

A smile appears on his face immediately, "I'd love to!" Kate smiles back, mustering as much sincerity as she can. Brendon's grin never leaves his face, "So um, Desi and I were just....so, I'll leave you to whatever it is that you were doing."

Her lips quirk into an awkward smile, "Thanks. Later, Bren."

He waves enthusiastically before walking back out of the room and shutting the door firmly behind him. Kate leans back on the bed with a heavy sigh, throwing her forearm over her eyes. Oh, the complications. A noise comes from besides the bed and Jon groans, lifting himself up off the floor. "That hurt," he mutters pointedly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Kate gives him the best fake glare she can, "I would say I'm sorry, but that would mean I would have to make it up to you."

Jon climbs back up on the bed, his hair messy as he arches an eyebrow, "And the problem with that is?"

Her arms return to around his neck, "I was kind of thinking more about what you could do to me."

awww, how qt.
update sooon!

fuck being off a few days and i miss a hoarde of updates and FOB's big thing

but i loved the updates!! update more please!

lolz.
that was AMAZING!
Jon and Kate...
plus a little one!
XD
[onlynotreally...wellnotyetanyways... (:]

i loveeed itttt.
<3

Loved it!
Update soon.

I LOVEED THE UPDATE!!!!

lol since everyone already said how much they loved it, I guess I just ADORED it then =D

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