I'm Famous,He's Famous,Together we're Forzzy

Chapter 18: Not Just A fling

                                                           FORREST'S POV

"Goodnight." I Finlay croaked out.

"Goodnight." Izzy cuddled up beside me.

I was almost asleep when a heard a whisper, "I love you".

"Did you say something?" I Looked at her, my eyes were wide. It must have been a dream.

 " I love you." She smiled.

"Oh." I was taken by surprise. Did she not just say she couldn't as for a better FRIEND?

 "I'm serious this isn't just a summer fling.  Forrest, it's take me a while to realise this, but I'm in love with you." It's like she was reading my mind. We were so much more then just a summer fling.

"You are aware this isn't going to be easy?" I Laughed.

"I know." She was beaming from cheek to cheek.

"I love you. Now get some sleep." I kissed her goodnight.

           There that's it. I was out of the friend zone with Izzy. She was mine again. I had won her back.  What we had was way more then just a summer fling.

                                                                  IZZY'S POV

A knock on the car window was what woke me up. The girls were all standing there.                   Where was I?  I looked to my left and saw Forrest passed out!  What happened last night? I sat up and suddenly everything was spinning. Was I hung over? I looked in the mirror and saw a little red mark on my neck. I jumped out of the car. OH GOSH, THAT WAS A BAD IDEA!  It's all a blur what happened after that but, I do remember Whitney holding my hair back as I throw up in her yard.

                   "Are you alright?" Emilie asked.

"Is this a hickey or a bruise?" I pointed to my neck.

"Obviously a hickey." Gabby snickered.

"No doubt about it, it's a hickey." Whitney chimed in.

"It's not funny! How did this happen?" I was looking around. I could see Gabby peering into the truck window.

"Put the pieces together. You were drunk, you have a hickey,  and you woke up in Forrest's car." Gabby turned around.

"Oh...My...Gosh! Did You Sleep With Him?!" Whitney asked in shock. Did she really think I was that big of a whore?

"Hell no!" I hissed.

"Well, something happened last night." Gabby stated the obvious.

"Maybe he's a vampire!" Emilie joked...I think.

"No nothing happened with Forrest and me. Besides, we're just friends. I think I made that pretty clear to him."

"Right You and Forrest...'JUST FRIENDS' lets see how long that will last." Whitney walked towards the house, as we followed.

                    "Oh My Gosh. If you did sleep with Forrest you are so lucky!" Gabby was scrambling some eggs.

"I didn't though!" I pointed out, again.

"That's what they all say." Emilie 'coughed'.

"Yeah, but Forrest is different he wouldn't take advantage of me like that."  I poured some O.J into my cup.

"Trust me he would. He's a guy." Whitney informed me.

                                                            FORREST'S POV

I woke up to the sun beaming in my eyes.

"Goodmorning" I stretched then looked over at Izzy. She wasnt there. I should've known, she wouldnt stay. She proabbly went in with all her friends, as soon as I fell asleep. I looked  at my watch 10:35. I should proabably go home.

         The radio was blaring the old Taylor Swift song "ENCHANTED"

"Please don't be inlove with someone else." I caught myself singing along. All the events from last night came rushing back. Izzy said she loved me but did she mean it? After all she was hung over. Although people do say you say what you're really thinking when you're drunk.

               "Where have you been?" Andre asked the second I walked threw the door.

"I went to the post office to get the fan mail." I lied.

"Where's the mail?" He crossed his arms.

"We had none." I placed my jacket on the couch.

"That's a first."

"Yep." I sat down on the couch, and turned on the T.V.

"Why does your jacket smell like a girl?" Andre began to smell my jacket...strange.

"Dude, stop! That's creppy!" I snatched the jacket back.

"You were with Izzy!" He spat out.

"No, why would you think that?" I tried to act causual.

"Your jacket smells like her!"

"You know what she smells like? That's kind of weird."

"I can't beileve you were with her! How could you do this to me?" He had regained the jacket and was once again smelling it...my brother was out of control.

"Why don't you ask your-self the same thing!" I walked away, leaving him to think about what I said.