Olivia's POV
I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head and a dry, scratchy throat. Rays of light bounced around the room through the cracks in the curtains, making me feel nauseous. My head spun as I sat up slowly, trying to recount what had happened last night. I pulled the duvet over my naked body and clutched at my pounding forehead. Okay, so we did karaoke, I vaguely recalled hearing Rian's impression of Shaggy, and I remembered getting up there myself and- Oh god! My train of thought was interrupted by the nagging guilt in the back of my mind. No, no, no, no, no... My head was spinning, my thoughts whirring round as I tried to piece together the events and what I had done.

I remembered getting home and laughing maniacally with Alex as we tumbled drunkenly into his house. I couldn't quite remember how we ended up in a position to, but I definitely remembered the kiss – how could I forget? It was unbelievable, breathtaking, amazing. I remembered unbuttoning his shirt – I physically facepalm at the thought – and then that was it. Although, that wasn't actually it, that couldn't be it. That wasn't the end of whatever this was, or at least I hoped it wasn't. I could probably ignore my feelings, although it would be incredibly difficult, but honestly I didn't want to ignore them.

"Good morning," I hear Alex's raspy, sleep-laced voice grumble from the landing. I look over and notice I'd left my door open, which I usually didn't do. Alex was stood in just a pair of sweatpants; his abs and chest on show. I gulped, suddenly very aware that I was naked, bar my duvet, and rubbed at my eyes. Alex looked adorable when half asleep; his hair was all over the place, his eyes droopy.

"Morning," I said back quietly, so as not to anger my own headache. I let out a small yawn and watched as he made his way into the room, coming and sitting beside me on the bed. He had a bottle of water in his hand and I yearned for him to just give me a small sip, my throat was so dry.

I was worried he would want to speak about last night as he gave me a small nervous smile, "Merry Christmas," he began and I repeated it back to him politely, shifting around trying to ensure I kept myself covered. "I was just wondering if you'd like to come have dinner with me at my parents house," he suggested, a meek smile on his face. He looked nervous.

"Oh..." I breathed, "I don't know..." I shrugged, a little awkwardly. Seriously? He was inviting me to have dinner with his parents after what had happened last night? "I wouldn't want to intrude," I continue, looking away from him.

"Oh, no, you wouldn't be," he assured, resting a hand on my leg over the quilt, grabbing my attention, "my mom insisted when I told her you were in town," he smiled as he recalled the conversation, "pleaseeee," he pouted, elongating the word and blinking at me with wide, puppy-dog eyes. I laughed and shoved at him, what a nerd. "Plus, it's great hangover food," he added. This had caught my attention.

"Are you sure she wants me there?" I checked, biting at my lower lip. I couldn't help but feel like it was rather odd inviting me to such a family occasion, but it was incredibly sweet. I hadn't seen his family in so long and I had loved his parents, in fact I could imagine his mother being outraged at the idea of me spending Christmas alone in Alex's apartment.

"Positive," he confirmed with a grin, "plus Steph and Jared will be there," he told me, referring to his older brother and sister, rubbing at my quilt-covered leg before getting to his feet, "Just have a think about it," he said before exiting the room. "Oh," he let out as a thought entered his mind, he turned back to look at me, leaned up against the door frame, "I'm making breakfast in a few."

Once he was gone I let out a deep breath which I wasn't aware that I was holding in. Anytime I was around him I just felt strange and nervous. I really didn't know if going with him and spending the day with his family was the best idea, although it would be nice to see them all after so long. I shrugged it off and made my way downstairs.

We were fairly quiet during breakfast; just chatting and reminiscing about the antics from last night – neither of us daring to bring up the elephant in the room. I was both glad and sad for the fact he refused to speak about it too. On one hand I wanted to pretend it had never happened, but on the other hand I wanted to tell him how I felt and explain my behaviour.

He told me he was leaving in about an hour for his mother's house as he cleared the dining table and began washing up. I still hadn't really thought about it too much, but I figured it could do no harm. It was a hell of a lot better than sitting around watching Friends all day and stuffing my face with pizza – which was what I had originally planned for myself.

I headed upstairs and tried to make myself presentable; brushing through my hair, cleaning my face, dousing myself in perfume. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a baggy, knitted jumper, as well as beanie to try and cover the state my hair was in after not having showered. I threw on a pair of shades just to help my headache subside, but reminded myself to not be caught by Alex's down-to-earth, normal family wearing sunglasses indoors. I didn't want any of them thinking I was a snob – which I wasn't, but people usually confused me for one on first glance.

When we arrived at Alex's parents house I was immediately engulfed into a big bear hug by his father, Peter Gaskarth. He gushed about how long it had been since he'd last seen me and joked that I'd really grown, like I was a child. His mother, Isobel, reacted in a very similar fashion, enveloping me in a hug, her warm perfume filling my nostrils. Alex laughed as he hugged his parents and wished them a merry Christmas.

The place smelled delightful; turkey, gravy, vegetables – all sorts of delicious foods. My stomach growled in anticipation as Isobel ran back into the kitchen to check on the roast, her ruffled apron swinging as she moved. Alex followed her into the kitchen whilst Peter held me back in the hallway, questioning me about all sorts – my career, my love life, my family, reconnecting with Alex. I glanced over at Alex and noticed he was stood speaking with Jared, who I hadn't seen in forever. He had gained a little weight and grown a beard, but other than that he looked exactly how I remembered – tall with short black hair and the same chocolatey eyes Alex possessed.

Alex's POV
I decided to leave Olivia and my dad to chat; my dad seemed incredibly interested in finding out all about her and I had noticed Jared sneakily stealing a few pigs-in-blankets from a tray my mom had left out on the side. "Hey bro!" he greeted me, beaming as he dragged me into a man hug. Jared was a very dude kind of guy, very boy's boy, kind of a douche bag. "Woahhhhhhh," he raised his eyebrows as he clocked Olivia stood speaking with our father, "who is that?" he questioned, his eyes wide as he turned back to look at me, "did you bring her?" he looked bewildered at the thought.

"That's Olivia," I answered, but that didn't really un-confuse him, "Yano, my best friend from high school," I continued, sneaking a pig-in-blanket for myself.

"You're fucking me," Jared exhaled, his mouth ajar, showing some of his chewed, un-swallowed food, which I grimaced at.

"I most certainly am not," I deadpanned, trying to joke my way out of this uncomfortable conversation.

"Dude..." he gave me a knowing look, the corner of his mouth tilted into a smirk, "you have to be fucking her, right?"

"What?" I furrowed my brow, "No, why would I be?"

"Because fucking look at her, but I guess if I was as hot as her I wouldn't fuck you either," he mumbled, staring at her longingly, "I mean, damnnnnn," he exhaled, turning to look at me with a look of pure bliss. I so badly wanted to yell about the fact we had almost went further than kissing last night, but I remained cool.

"That's a really cool thing to say," I responded expressionless, whilst he continued to gawk at her. "Dude, seriously," I whisper-yelled, slapping the back of his head and grabbing his attention. He continued to question me about why she was here, more specifically, why she was here with me.

"Is she single?" he questioned, smirking and raising his eyebrows at me. I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest. The answer to the question was no, and not because I was the reason she wasn't single, so why would I be jealous? She was literally engaged to another man, I had no right to be jealous.

"No," I mutter as she makes her way over to us and Jared pulls her into a hug in front of me, wiggling his eyebrows at me behind her back. They exchange pleasantries for a little while as I just stood and twiddled my thumbs.

My mother then made an appearance, which was both a blessing and a curse, "Oh, you have to meet little Mikey," she gushed, wrapping an arm around Olivia's shoulders.

"Mikey?" Olivia questioned as my mom began to drag her away; Jared and I following.

"Alex's nephew," my mom explained as we walked into the living room. The dining table was all set up and prepared for us to have our meal; Dad already sat in his usual seat reading the paper, awaiting his dinner.

Some kids TV show blasted from the television as Steph and Mikey sat cross-legged on the floor playing with whatever new toys Mikey had received that morning. Mikey had just recently turned 4 and was the most awesome little kid; he was like my side-kick, always down to cause mischief and stress Steph out – which were already two of my favourite pass-times. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my sister and her son fling action figures around; giving them strange voices and making up their own little stories. Steph was an incredible single mother to Mikey, and had been for most of his life since his father left them when he was just 6 months old – she was such a strong, inspirational person.

Seeing Olivia, Steph immediately got to her feet and pulled her into a hug. They had been good friends, despite Steph being around 7 years older, but they always got along, always gossiped together. In fact, Steph had been the only person who knew about our relationship back in high school and both me and Olivia would always look to her for advice.

"Mommy, who's that?" Mikey questioned, tugging at Steph's pant leg. I chucked at the curiosity and sheer-honestly of the four year old.

"Hey," Olivia said quietly, kneeling down before Mikey and shaking his tiny hand in hers, "I'm Olivia, I'm Alex's friend," she explained, gesturing up to me. I smiled back at her.

Mikey turned to look at me, "Is she your girlfriend?" he asked and I chuckled, "you're way prettier than his other girlfriend," Mikey said, turning back to Olivia before I had chance to answer.

"Okay, Mike, let's continue playing, huh?" Stephanie quickly intersected, pulling Mikey back over to his pile of toys before throwing both Olivia and I an apologetic look.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry," I whispered to her, laughing lightly. I could feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment – that is what kids are for.

"I can't say I'm offended," she responded, shoving at me lightly, giggling.

We sat together and ate dinner – which was delicious – in silence mostly, bar the odd inappropriate slurping noise from Jared. Afterwards I was truly stuffed and my hangover felt immensely better. Once we were all done, we sat and watched Elf in the living room, although mom and dad continued to question Olivia about how the past few years of her life had been. I sat with Mikey on my knee, both of us whispering what we had gotten for Christmas to each other. I kept noticing Olivia looking over at us and smiling.

Having Olivia here, on such a family-orientated day, made me feel even more strongly towards her. Watching my family gush over her excitedly, including Mikey who kept telling me how pretty she was, it felt like she actually was my girlfriend, which was a scary thing to think.

My parents house was about half an hour outside of the city and luckily we hit no traffic on the way home, so the ride was calm and relaxing. For a while we just sat in silence, both of us so full we could barely move and still hungover enough to not really want to speak.

"So..." Olivia finally said after a good ten minutes, "apparently I'm a lot prettier than your other girlfriend," she reminded, repeating what Mikey had said to her.

I exhaled through my nose and shook my head. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that," I said, embarrassed.

"So, who was she?" Olivia questioned, her tone seemingly relaxed, although I felt maybe she was prying for more reasons rather than just curiosity.

"Uhh... her name was Lisa," I answered, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"How did you guys meet?"

"At college, she lived in my dorm block, we dated for like a year and a half," I responded, feeling like I was explaining myself. Olivia didn't seem phased by the topic, but I felt awkward.

"So what happened? If you don't mind me asking," she pushed, glancing up at me.

"Um... we kind of grew apart," I glanced down at her and then back to the road, "I just wasn't feeling it anymore."

"Why not?" she quizzed further.

"A few reasons," I responded, warming to this whole sharing thing. I hadn't really spoken about Lisa in a long time, it was nice to get it off my chest. "She was quite a clingy person, yano? And she hated my friends."

"What really?" Olivia asked, seemingly shocked.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "so in the end it just made sense to end it."

"Was it messy?"

"Uhh..." I trailed off.

"Is that a yes?" she laughed.

"Kinda, I mean, she still had feelings for me, but we broke up like just under a year ago now, so," I responded. I could feel her eyes on me and wasn't sure how she was feeling towards what I'd just told her.

Once home, the pair of us collapsed onto the couch; completely stuffed and tired from the long day we'd had. We sat and watched some Spongebob Squarepants and chilled out in silence. My arm was up across the back of the couch, behind her head, and she had her legs pulled into her chest, sitting just inches away from me. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into me and fall asleep with her, but after last night, her energy was off, understandably. I really wanted to speak to her about it, but I also didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Olivia..." I spoke, my voice hushed yet still louder than the volume of the children's cartoon playing. I mentally hit myself, I hadn't even planned what I wanted to say to her but my stupid mouth had to go and make decisions for me. She turned her head to look up at me and upon noticing the serious look on my face, turned her upper body to face me also. "I need to speak to you..." My eyes wandered, looking anywhere but at her.

"What's up?" she asked, and I could tell from her tone that she knew what was coming. She looked more nervous than me as she spun in her seat, totally facing me with her legs crossed on the couch.

I fidgeted in my seat; my arm still around the back of the sofa as I twisted a little to face her more, pulling both of my legs up onto the couch. "Look..." I exhaled, my hands shaking slightly as they began to sweat. I racked my brain for the right words to say; I had no idea where to start. "When you left 4 years ago... I was heartbroken," I admitted, sheepishly scratching the back of my neck. I could only look her in the eye for a couple seconds at a time before I had to look away; feeling hugely uncomfortable, but I could see she looked hurt. "...and it was a really tough time for me... getting over you," I bit my lip, "but I did it,... and then when I saw you in that coffee shop... I realised that I hadn't – gotten over you, that is," I said with a sad smile; I felt weak, but getting it off my chest felt great.

"And... it still hurts when I look at you," my eyes clouded over, like tears were going to form, but I didn't allow them to. I took a deep breath, "last night... was exhilarating and... incredible..." My voice was so low and quiet, I wondered if she could even hear me.

"I know..." she whispered, her head down. She reached for my hand but I slowly pulled it away; I wasn't done talking. She looked up at me, hurt and confused.

"Moving on from you, was the hardest thing I ever had to do..." I kept taking moments to breathe, feeling like I was going to choke on my own tongue, "...and I don't think that I could do it again," I chewed at the inside of my cheek.

Her eyes shifted as she took in my words, "What are you saying?" she finally asked, gulping hard.

"I'm saying..." I licked my lips in thought. What was I saying? "I'm saying that... I can't pretend last night didn't happen, if that's what you want, I'm sorry, I just can't," I shook my head, feeling increasingly more stupid.

Olivia reached out and put a hand on my arm reassuringly, "That's not what I want," she said, a look of sympathy on her face. I really had no idea how to take what she said, how she was looking at me. I was struggling to read her.

"Then what do you want?" I snapped, a little irritated as I furrowed my brow at her. I didn't mean to show my annoyance but I couldn't hold it back at this point; I was so confused and desperate for answers.

She looked hurt by my tone, "I... I don't know," she stuttered, her lower lip jutting out.

I shook my head and licked at my lips in frustration, looking away from her, "well I know what I want," my voice still laced with irritation, "so if you could maybe not wait until you have to leave to make your decision, that would be fucking great," I sassed, getting to my feet. I didn't know where this had came from, but I knew it had been pent up for a long time.

She followed suit and tugged my arm as I began to walk away, forcing me to face her, "Why are you mad at me?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes in confusion, but also sadness.

I sighed deeply, "I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at this situation!" I raised my voice a little, my face hard and my eyes cold. She tilted her head, trying to read me.

"What situation?" she questioned further, and I was shocked she didn't know what I was talking about.

"This!" I exclaimed, gesturing vaguely around us, which I realised wasn't very helpful, "I clearly have feelings for you," I say, finally looking her in the eyes, she shifted uncomfortably, "and you can't possibly say you don't feel the same way!" I stepped towards her, my eyebrows creasing in anger as I yelled.

"It doesn't matter how I feel, Alex!" she yelled back at me, stepping further to me in attempt to get in my face but I still had to look down to meet her eyes.

"What?!" I narrowed my eyes in disbelief at her, "Of course it matters! That's all that fucking matters!" And that was true, that was all I cared about at this point.

"This isn't just about me and you!" she looked angry; an expression I'd never seen on her pretty little face. It was kind of hot, to be honest. I really wasn't expecting her to yell back at me. "There are other people involved!"

"I don't give a fuck," I snarled, "tell me how you feel!" I demanded again, my hand gestures loud and obnoxious as I spoke.

"It doesn't fucking matter!" she shouted again, looking increasingly frustrated, "don't you get that?! You can't just think about yourself!" she folded her arms across her chest.

"Why can't you just be selfish for once?" I said exasperated and annoyed, "why can't you just do what you want and stop thinking about others?!"

"Because I'm not like you! I'm not a selfish prick!" she spat back, shaking her head.

For a moment we just looked at each other; Olivia emitting anger from her pores, very clearly fuming. I could feel annoyance coursing through my veins, but watching her yell and steam in anger at me had me sweating. The sexual tension was so heavy as we stood inches apart, our eyes locked and burning with vexation.

"You're right..." I whispered after a while, my face still unmoving and hard, "I am a selfish prick," I snarled as I snaked one arm around her waist and placed my other hand on the back of her neck and pulled her into an aggressive kiss. She immediately reciprocated and kissed me back. "...But at least one of us has to be," I mumbled into her mouth between small, urgent kisses. She paid no attention to what I was saying, she focused on sliding her tongue into my open mouth and tangling her hands into the short tufts of hair on the back of my neck.

Placing one hand just below her ass and the other on the nape of her neck, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist; the kiss never breaking as I pushed her up against the same wall I had last night. She pulled away to take a deep breath and latched onto my gaze; I feared she might be coming to her senses like she had the previous night, but her eyes flitted down after a few seconds and found the top button of the shirt I was wearing. Her hands followed suit and began fumbling to undo it – she struggled almost as badly as she had when she was drunk. I chuckled, watching her for a couple seconds, her attention all directed at the buttons on my shirt, but I needed to kiss her again.

I leaned in and used my little nose nudging trick again, pushing her face back up to meet me and covering her lips with my own; instantly distracted, she dropped her fingers from her work on my shirt and they found their way back into my hair. I felt her nibble at my lower lip and an eager moan escaped my mouth innately. "Fuck..." I growled lowly into her mouth, hoisting her further up my waist, making her giggle. I was trying my hardest not to get too excited.

I took over her previous job and began unbuttoning my shirt at lightning speed with my free hand. She caught wind of what I was doing and began tugging at the collar, before I had even finished undoing it, desperate to pull it off me. As soon as I had it unbuttoned all the way, she moved her hands under it and felt along my shoulders and upper back muscles, before eagerly pulling at the sleeves and hurriedly removing it from my arms, dropping it to the ground.

I moved my hands back under her behind and placed her down on the table to our left; much steadier. I pecked at her lips hungrily, almost unable to peel myself off her, before pulling back and grabbing at the bottom of her sweater. She raised her arms instinctively, her lust filled eyes never leaving mine as I removed the garment and threw it across the room, leaving her in just a black, lacy bra and her jeans. I took a moment to take her body in, her toned, flat, tanned stomach and her rather large chest caused my breathing to hitch slight. She laughed and pulled me right back into her, our kissing passionate and hungry.

I picked her up once more; one hand on the crook of her ass, the other on the back of her neck, holding her up right, and began making my way up the stairs slowly. In any other scenario I probably would've been terrified in case I dropped her, but I was completely lost in the moment and before I'd even noticed we were at the top of the stairs, our tongue intertwined, our bodies as close as possible.

I kicked the door to my bedroom open with my foot and pushed my way through. My heart was racing, my palms sweating, as I made my way over to the bed. I sat her down on the end of the bed, bending at the knee to keep our lips connected, my hands on either side of her legs on the soft comforter. I was so nervous and unsure of what to do next – I mean I knew what to do, but just not how to get there.

Olivia must've sensed this because her hands moved to either side of my face as she giggled into my lips, bringing me closer to her as she fell onto her back, pulling me on top of her. I hovered over her, my hands on either side of her face as she shimmied up the length of the bed and into a more comfortable position in which her legs weren't dangling off the edge. She quickly became more greedy with her kisses, pulling at my lips with her teeth more frequently, softly moaning into me. I wanted so badly to do this, but I also really wanted to ensure she was on the same page as me.

I felt one of her hands travel lower, whilst her other snaked back into my hair, pulling at the short hairs in a way that probably would've hurt had I been able to feel anything besides her lips and her travelling hand. Her nimble fingers began fiddling with the button on my jeans, once she'd undone it – all by herself – she made quick work of opening the zipper and aggressively trying to push my tight pants down my thighs. I chuckled into her mouth and kicked them off myself, pulling away for a moment to look down at her own jeans and then back up at her in a way of asking permission I guess, honestly I didn't know, I was so nervous.

Olivia laughed and nodded her head, seemly a lot more calm than me, and began undoing her own pants, which I quickly removed for her. Taking a deep breath, I held myself up above her and took a long look at her, laid beneath me in her black, lacy bra and matching thong. I felt weak; like my arms could cave in at any moment and I'd land right on top of her and squish her. My eyes slowly made their way back up to her own, a look of pure bliss on my face which made her giggle and blush as she grabbed my face and pulled me back into an eager kiss. "Shut up..." she whispered, her breath entangled with mine as she bit her lower lip.

"Okay..." I breathed, immediately giving in and causing her to laugh at my unwillingness to put up a fight, but rather just kiss her, touch her, feel her. I let my hands roam her body curiously, feeling every part of her. I moved downwards to sprinkle kisses down her neck and along her jawline as she moaned quietly, wriggling slightly beneath me in pleasure as I found her sweet spot and paid it special attention whilst I undid her bra with one hand – which she, of course, had to comment on in surprise at my ability. I felt my excitement growing as I continued to assault her neck, whilst also, now, teasing her breasts with one hand.

"Alex, please..." she whimpered softly, her eyes closed and her head back; she looked distressed at my tormenting her. I felt her reach for my underwear and attempt to remove it, unsuccessfully.

I chuckled into her neck, my hand moving to graze her sex, which made her writhe further, her face scrunching in a mixture of agitation, anticipation and pleasure. "Are you sure?" I whispered sincerely into her neck. I could feel goosebumps raise on her skin in reaction to my gentle breath and I couldn't help but smile smugly; loving the effect I had on her.

She opened her eyes to look at me and pecked at my lips lightly, "Yes," she responded confidently, remaining eye contact with me as I removed my boxers and then slowly slid her own underwear down her legs. I positioned myself at her entrance and met her eyes once more; looking for further approval.

Grabbing either side of my face, she kissed me passionately in response and I knew to take that as a yes. I thrusted into her as gently as I possibly could, but a gasp left her mouth regardless. Although the sound was a little worrying, it was also very complimentary. I pecked at her lips gently, giving her chance to adjust before thrusting into her again.

Her moans became louder as my movements continued, faster and harder. I caught her whispering my name a couple of times and each time it pushed me closer to the edge. The feeling was indescribable, I was on cloud nine as my thrusts became sloppier, our kisses becoming lazier, yet deeper and more intense. She arched her spine and flung her head back into my pillows in pleasure; I knew she was close, and so I sped up momentarily, feeling her tightening around me before she let go, reaching her climax and shattering into a million pieces below me.

"Alex..." she said one final time, in a voice I hadn't heard before; it was desperate and dripping with satisfaction. Just the sound of my name in that sexy, alluring voice was enough to send me toppling over the edge straight after her. I let out a loud grunt as I came undone; my breathing heavy as I panted for air, sweat pooling at my forehead. I leant down and kissed her lightly, her hands caressing my face as she held me there, breathing deeply.

I rested my forehead against hers for a quick minute, both of us nervously laughing, trying to evaluate what had just happened before I rolled over to lay beside her; stretching my arm out and under her, pulling her into me. She placed her head on my chest, and I prayed she couldn't detect how loud and fast my heart was beating, although I was fairly certain it was at a volume which my neighbours could hear. Neither of us spoke for a while, until I felt sleep come over me all of a sudden. "Goodnight, Liv," I whispered into the now silent, dark room. My only response was the sound of her breathing – she was already asleep.

Unbelievable. I couldn't quite believe that that had just happened. It was all I had hoped it would be and more. It was incredible and breathtaking and filled with passion. Simultaneously familiar and comfortable, yet new and exciting and raw. I beamed to myself, completely gob-smacked. Although, this had complicated things further, I couldn't think about that right now, all I cared about was the fact that Olivia was in my arms and she had been mine again, even if just for a short – hey, I tried – amount of time. I managed to drift off eventually, despite my racing mind, a grin on my face. My dreams centred around Olivia, in a world where she was mine and I was hers and everything was right with the world. Maybe I wouldn't wake up to that, but I had had a taste of it, and I wasn't going to give up that easy. After all, good things don't come easy.

Notes

olivia's outfit
hey, so i wasn't feeling very well when i wrote part of the chapter, so i'm sorry if it's lacking or it suffered in any way because of that, but i just wasn't feeling great the past couple days
also, i just wanna add, in case anyone was wondering; i know i didn't write alex's family tree accurately, i know he has 2 half-sisters and i know his brother's name wasn't jared, but out of respect, i just feel uncomfortable writing his actual half-brother into a story, yano? this is fiction and i'm okay with it not being completely accurate, i would rather not bring up real people who are no longer with us (rip) just for a lame fanfiction. i'm sorry, i just wanted to clear that up :)
- emily xo