Crazy For You (sequel to Anything For A Friend)

Chapter 7 - Why?

Here's Chapter 7!  I hope that it is enjoyable.  Please let me know if I have any typos or name goofs.  I keep screwing things up, especially with Kristy/Cassie.  Someone has been trying to give me grammar and/or spelling advice again.   If I have a goof, please tell me where it is.  If it is just a blanket comment to supposedly help me with grammar and/or spelling, I really don't want to hear it.  I'm sorry if that sounds mean, but I was the Editor-In-Chief of my high school newspaper, and I have edited my fair share of literary works.  Ugh.  I am not saying that I don't screw up....I definitely do.  I just get annoyed with people who try to give me great advice that I don't really need.  There is plenty of advice I do need, though, and thanks for those of you that have pointed them out.  It helps me to make the story better.  Anyway, you are probably tired of reading my complaints, so here it is.  I hope you enjoy!

The pic on the right is Ryan Guzman as Joey.....sorry, I'm on a PLL liars kick.  It's back tonight!!  Yay!!

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Kristy

After the scene in the hallway, I was uncomfortable hanging out with Lexi and Joe. It didn't seem like Lexi was too fond of me these days, and I felt like I should distance myself from Joe. We had started out tolerating each other during my visits, but now I looked forward to conversations with him more than I looked forward to hanging out with Lexi. Plus, after the way they were going at it in the shower, I felt like a third wheel.

I lugged my duffle bag out of their spare bedroom, dragging it down the hall to end up right beside the front door. Joey was on the sofa, watching TV.

"You going home to restock?" Joey asked.

"Nah. I have to talk to Brent to see if I can stay at our place for a week or so. I don't want to overstay my welcome," I explained.

"You're not overstaying your welcome. Not at all. What happened? Was it us practically having sex right in front of you? We can stop that," he said sincerely.

"It did make me uncomfortable,' I admitted. "That's the point, though. You should be allowed to do whatever, wherever and whenever you want. You don't need Kristy, the third wheel, making it awkward." Plus, I thought, seeing him aroused turned me on way more than it should have.

"I'll admit that at first I was annoyed with your frequent visits. Now, I've gotten used to having you around. When Lexi's mad at me, you're my comic relief," he exclaimed.

Stay strong, Kristy, I thought to myself. Do not let that adorable face tempt you into staying here. Alright, so I had developed a small, but irrational crush on Joey. If only my dream lover would come and take me away. Ha. With my luck, I was dreaming about Joey. I was too confused. I just needed to get out of here.

"Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I won't be back," I said. "I'd much rather spend time with you....guys than with my ex, who is obsessed with the possible mother of his children," I continued.


Joey got up and walked over to me. "Don't ever feel like you are responsible for anything that idiot did."

His hand was on my forearm now. My heart was skipping beats with him this close. His fingertips seemed to be a source of electricity, sending waves of static through my unsuspecting body. What was happening to me? I couldn't possibly be this attracted to my best friend's boyfriend. I was frozen, unable to trust myself.

"I...I don't feel that way," I stuttered, blushing.

"He's stupid for leaving a girl as smart and gorgeous as you for a tramp like Cassie," he stated, looking at me with those big, brown eyes. I could do nothing but stare back.

We stayed like that, his hand on my forearm, staring at each other, for what felt like forever. I could have sworn he was starting to lean in toward me when we both heard Lexi coming in from the kitchen. We both jumped back about five feet, any connection we had now shattered.

"Um, did I interrupt something?" Lexi asked, staring disapprovingly at both of us.

"Not at all," I stammered. "I was just telling Joe I was leaving for a week or so, and he was telling me how nice it would be for you two to finally have the place to yourselves." Joey looked at me, confused by my lie.

"Aw, Joe," Lexi crooned, walking over and hugging him from behind, "that's so sweet. You really know how to turn a girl on."

She whirled him around and planted a sloppy, tonguey kiss on him. It calmed me and infuriated me all at the same time. On one hand, I was glad to see that I hadn't interfered with their relationship. On the other hand, I wanted so badly to be the one with my lips pressed against Joey's soft, sensuous mouth. Ugh. I had to get away from him before I made a complete fool of myself.

"Well, I'll leave you guys alone to, um....yeah," I mumbled, grabbing my things and turning to walk out the door.

Joey pulled away from Lexi just then, and asked, "Do you need any help?"

I wanted to scream, Yes!, but instead said, "Nah, I got this."

Joey looked almost ..... disappointed. "Oh, okay, then," he said.

"See ya. Call me!" Lexi yelled after me. Then, she shut the door.

I rode the elevator down to the first floor, praying that distancing myself from Joe would stop this longing for him that I'd noticed only a few days ago. It was killing me, but I refused to act on my feelings. Joey and Lexi were my friends, and they deserved to be happy.

Just as I exited the elevator, my phone rang. It was Tina. She asked if I wanted to come over for a get together the following week. She also asked if I'd be willing to go out on a date with her brother, TJ. I said yes to both offers. What could it hurt?

Joey

I couldn't believe I'd almost kissed Kristy!  What had I been thinking? She had just looked so inviting, standing there, looking at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes, feeling sorry for herself. I don't know. I had been so excited by her, that I'd almost scolded Lexi when she'd ruined the moment. Now, I was in desperate need of release, and Lexi was more than willing to help me.

The trouble was, I wouldn't be thinking of Lexi if we were to have sex right now. There was only one person on my mind, right or wrong, and I didn't think she'd be leaving my thoughts any time soon.

"Lex," I interrupted as she rubbed her body against mine, "I want to take a walk." It was somewhat of a lie, but I needed to get away from her.

"Okay," she said, releasing me, "but come back soon."

"I'll try," I said, as I put on my shoes and walked out the door. I had to forget about Kristy. I was with Lexi. She was going to be my wife someday.

I had known Kristy for most of my life, so why would I pick now to suddenly be attracted to her? Maybe it was because I felt sorry for her after what Brent had done to her.

I understood that Brent was concerned for Cassie and the babies now, but what had he been thinking when he and Cassie had gotten together in the club that night?

I would never do that to Lexi. Not now, not ever. I know that seems hypocritical to come down on Brent when I'd come very close to kissing Kristy just now, but I at least have feelings for Kristy. Oh no. Do I? I sure hoped they were superficial, and would go away now that she had gone back to her own apartment.

Ugh. I knew it was the best move for everyone involved, but I really enjoy talking to Kristy. She's witty, and she gets my humor. I love Lexi, but she sometimes thinks I'm stupid just because she doesn't get what I'm trying to say. Kristy always gets it. I was really going to miss having her at the apartment, but, hopefully I wouldn't have to jump Lexi's bones out of the blue just to prove to myself that I was still attracted to her.

My phone buzzed, and I saw a text from Lexi, asking me if I was okay and when would I be home. I looked at the clock. Yikes! I had been walking around for almost three hours. I texted back and told her I'd be home soon. I hadn't even noticed how long I'd been out. What was going on with me? I needed to get over her. And soon.

Dane

Max's dad sat across from me, looking worried. He wasn't my therapist, but worked in the facility and often consulted with Camille. I was assuming she left out our indescrepancies when discussing my case with him. I knew he was a professional, and wouldn't take any of my confidential information back to Max and Rhia, but it was extremely unethical for a patient to be sleeping with a therapist. We had only been intimate on those 2 occasions, but oh what pleasure those encounters had brought me. I wanted so badly to make her proud, that I refrained from pleasuring her during our last session. It was going on close to 2 weeks since I'd indulged in my addiction, and I was getting antsier with each day that passed.

He asked me how I was, to which I responded, "I'm well, thank you."

We talked about my urges and desires. Honestly, the alcohol had been easy to beat, at least in here. It was the sex that had been difficult to control. I mean, it's not unreasonable to go without alcohol, but to go without sex was a little tougher. At least I had Camille to help control my urges.

When I talked to him, I allowed him to think that my acts during my "sessions" with Camille was me taking matters into my own hands, literally. He seemed cool with that. He told me that he and his wife engage in some type of sex at least once daily. He tried to get me to realize that all sex wasn't bad, that loving the other person was the biggest turn on.

I was pretty sure I knew what he was getting at. Being with Camille was different. I was still having trouble with showing my intimate feelings for someone other than using sex, but I got it. I felt connected to Camille in a way I'd never felt with any other female.

Even if I wasn't fond of his son, this guy was pretty cool. When our session was over, I got up to leave. He looked around the meeting room nervously, as if someone else might be listening. He turned off his recorder.

"Um, do you mind staying a little longer?" he asked. "I requested some extended time with you today."

"Not at all," I said, sitting down. He seemed nervous, and I was curious. I sat down across the table from him once again.

"Well, I'm not sure how to say this, and I wish we weren't in this place, but I want you to be able to get the help you need if what I am about to say upsets you."

This dude looked serious. What was he going to say? Now I was worried, and I wished I was in the comfort of Camille's office, better yet, her arms.

"I know your mother," he began.

"If this is about her being sick, I already know. I'm getting out of here in two weeks, and I'll be going to see her," I explained.

She had told me she was sick right before I'd had Cassie commit me. She didn't have much time left to live, but I wanted to get better before I saw her. I wasn't sure seeing her would have been the best thing for me at that point. Now, I was feeling like I could handle it.

"Well, that's not exactly what I'm getting at," he said, sighing. Uh oh, had she died already? I hoped not.

"What is it, then?" I asked nervously.

"I knew your mother when we were kids," he began. Was this going to be a trip down memory lane? I wasn't really in the mood, but I didn't want to be rude.

"She was my older sister's friend. One night, when I was fourteen, she, um, seduced me," he said.

I stayed silent, but attentive. My mom had banged this guy when he was fourteen? No wonder I was a sex addict!

"She would stay at my house, like she was spending time with my sister, but would sneak into my room, and we would ....... do things," he admitted.

"You'd have sex?" I asked. "How old was she?"

"Well, sex would be putting it mildly. She was extremely creative, and I just went along with it. At first it felt good, having this older girl touch me intimately. I enjoyed how it felt to be, well, I won't go into too much detail. Let me just say she was very talented, but she didn't love me. I didn't love her, either," he said. "She was seventeen when it started. She was sad because of a recent breakup. I was there, so it began."

"And you're telling me this because?" I asked. I knew my mom was a slut, now she was kind of a pedophile. I wondered if my dad was as screwed up as my mom and me.

"Well, Dane, I broke it off with her when I met Max's mother. Your mom had gone to college, and I was free from her weekly visits. Then, she was back home for a weekend, and approached me again. I told her to get lost. What I didn't know was that she was pregnant ..... with my son."

"So, the son you had with her is my brother? Max and I share a brother?" I asked, still somewhat confused.

"My son wasn't your brother. You are my son, Dane. Max is your half-brother."

Whoa. Rhia's child lover was my brother? This guy was my dad? Nah. Something was off here.

"Me? You? Max?" was all I could say.

He put his hand on mine. "I never knew she was pregnant. She called me a few weeks back and told me about you. I've wanted to tell you for so long," he explained.

I felt tears streaming down my face. What was with the waterworks lately? I kept my face emotionless, though. "I think I need time to process this," I managed to say with a steady voice.

"I thought so. I informed Dr. Westmore of the situation this morning, so you two can work through it. Let her know when you're willing to see me again. I would love for us to get to know each other better."

"Okay," I said, watching as his hand left mine. My gaze followed him as he walked out the door, looking back one last time at me.

"I know you won't believe it now, but I do love you, Dane. I will do everything in my power to make the remainder of your life easier than the beginning. Just tell me when you're ready to see me."

He left, and I almost broke down. I was glad my roommate was out on a day pass. When I got back, I lost it. I couldn't stop crying, and I was beginning to lose control. I was dying for a drink, but, of course, couldn't have anything.

My second addiction kicked in when I had to relieve myself. I stood there in front of the toilet, thinking how good it would feel to arouse myself, and take myself all the way, but I caged the beast and called for a nurse instead.

"Will you please tell Dr. Westmore that I need her help, and fast?"

"Sure thing, Dane," she said.

I wondered if she would let me see her today. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. I needed to talk about this before it ate me alive.

Rhia

Only four more weeks to go, and Ethan would be here. I was torn between wanting time to speed up and slow down. I really wanted to meet him, but I loved that he was part of me right now.

Sometimes I played music and put Max's beats headphones on my belly for Ethan to hear. I played him some U2, my personal favorite, and Max's favorite, The Killers. I added some Snow Patrol, Ed Sheerhan, and a few select Katy Perry songs, too. I would have thrown in some Taylor Swift, but I didn't want to plant any subconscious tendencies in him about constantly breaking up with a whiny girl. Ugh.

I didn't want to be biased, but I'm pretty sure he preferred U2 as well. I figured that, no matter what, we'd be listening to plenty of Veggietales once Ethan was old enough to pick. That's okay, though. I wouldn't mind.

I really hoped Max was okay. He hadn't said much since he'd found out about Dane a few days ago. I would never tell Max this, but I had noticed uncanny similarities between Max and Dane, especially when it came to their bedroom noises. For instance, Max and Dane both begged for things in the same way. Max's begging had always seemed so much cuter, but I'm pretty sure it was because I was in love with him.

They also both moaned the same way. I remember thinking I was crazy when I'd first slept with Dane. It had turned me on so much, since it reminded me of Max. This was something I would never tell anyone, except maybe Bria. She would just laugh at me.

Max was at work now. That skank Gina was there, too, trying to get in his pants. I trusted Max one hundred percent, but it still irked me.

I looked at my watch. Max had come up with a plan that involved more than I was comfortable with at this point in my pregnancy, but he was so excited about it, I had to go along with it. It was about that time. I was off to visit Max for lunch. I only hoped it helped him get rid of her.

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