Band One Shots - CLOSED

A Fine Line Between Love And Hate - Jacky Vincent [TaylorGreen7373]

C'mon, Stevie!" A drunken voice shouts after you. "It's one kiss!" 

It's Christmas Eve and you're at your parents' friend's Christmas party, and all evening, Jacky Vincent has been begging you for a kiss underneath the mistletoe. Jacky Vincent. How could you even begin to describe Jacky Vincent? Even his name irritates you. Apparently, being a guitarist in a band made him God's Gift to women everywhere. Despite how much he irritates you, you can't help being attracted to him. There's just something about him that draws you to him, and it definitely isn't the fact that he ate a worm in front of you when you were five. 

You weave your way through the crowds of people into the kitchen. There you find your four lifelong best friends and Jacky's (unfortunate) bandmates: Max, Ronnie, Derek and your brother, Ryan. You had grown up with all of the guys, including Jacky, but none of them had stopped Jacky from being horrible to you when you were younger. They had all found it hilarious, which was something that you still had yet to forgive them for. After all, you were just Ryan’s kid sister: the one that was easy to poke fun at.

"I don't understand how you guys can still put up with Jacky," You grumble, pouring yourself a drink. Normally, you retreat into your shell when the guys are around, but with the aid of alcohol and your brother, you feel more confident and more outgoing.

"What's he done this time?" Max asks, rolling his eyes and trying not to giggle. 

"Exist," You mutter. "He's been trying to get me to kiss him all night, chasing me with mistletoe," 

"Just get it over with," Max shrugs. "You told me you were attracted to him."

"Max!" You exclaim, flaring bright red as the other guys crack up laughing. "That was our secret!" 

You desperately look to Ryan for help. He studies you carefully, as if you're a drum beat that he can't figure out how to play. Then he smiles. "You like him, he likes you. There's a fine line between love and hate." 

"And we'll call you a chicken for the rest of your life if you don't hook up with him," Ronnie adds. As if they've rehearsed this, the other boys break out into chicken noises, complete with wings. 

You turn on your heel and stomp off.

You shut yourself in the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light or lock the door, trying your hardest to be invisible. You pray that no-one would come in. You aren't quite sure who you were hiding from. All your friends had done was laugh and mock you and they were all probably still laughing about it with Jacky. You decide to entertain yourself by weaving a plait into your black and blonde hair, trying to combine the two colours so your plait is half of each colour, but you can’t tell what it looks like in the dark. After about ten minutes, you give up.

The bathroom door bursts open and none other than Jacky bursts in. "Need a pee, need a pee, need a peeeee!" 

His eyes widen when he sees you sat on the floor, leaning against the bathtub and you get up, making your way to leave. 

"Stevie, wait." 

You freeze without even thinking about it, held in place by his words. 

"I'm sorry that I've been acting like such a dick. It's just, I..." He sighs. "I don't know how to act around you. You're beautiful and I, well, I'm me. I did some horrible stuff to you when we were kids... putting chewing gum in your hair, throwing mud at you, smearing dog poo all over your shoes and blaming then it on Derek, all sorts." 

"Jacky," You say, cutting him off. 

"Let me finish," He says softly. "I just can't believe I was so horrible to you. You're amazing and I understand if you hate me forever, but I have to say this. Stevie, I... I love you." 

Words have completely abandoned you, so you do the one thing that comes naturally to you. You kiss him, your hands tangling in his soft hair and his hands on your ribs, the heat of his palms burning through your dress. He pulls you closer to him, crushing your body against his. Your lips part and his tongue gently traces its way along your bottom lip. 

You pull away and rest your forehead against his chest, feeling slightly breathless. "Damn it, Jacky," You whisper. "Goddamn it, I love you," 

He checks his watch and tilts your chin up to kiss you once more, ever so sweetly. When he pulls away, he shows you his watch: one minute past midnight. Christmas Day is finally here. "Merry Christmas, Stevie."