Grace caught up to him, knocking him to the ground. Stella held him down as Grace messaged him between the legs. "You know you want it Johnathan." She whispered, Stella sat on his chest and Grace massaged harder.
I growled. I refused to give in! "STOP! Please." I begged. "I don't want to do this! I don't want this!" I growled. I tried to get up, but it was sort of hard to do when someone was on top of me. I kicked, hoping it would dislodge someone.
Grace smirked as he kicked and she massaged harder. "Oh, but you do. And you know it. Think about it Johnathan. You've got two girls right here and your girlfriend is asleep. The walls are soundproof and nobody will know. C'mon. You do want this." She smiled lightly, sitting on his legs and massaging faster.
I growled and fought my desire. I kicked again, harder. I pushed up, knocking Stella off. I jerked up. "That's enough." I stalked off towards my room, opening the door and locking it, laying down beside Liz. Unfortunately everyone had my number.
I continued glaring. how was I going to get through tomorrow? They wouldn't make a move with Liz there...would they?! I growled. Great...now I couldn't sleep. I ran my hand through Liz's hair softly, gently. loving the feel. I watched her sleeping and smiled. she was heaven. I didn't deserve her. I didnzt deserve having her so close. I sighed in pleasure and continued to just stare at the angel next to me.
Liz opened her eyes again and looked at Johnathan. "What's wrong? You look freaked out," she smiled worridly, "At pale. Are you sick?" She layed her head on his forehead, feeling the temperature.
I smiled sadly. "Not sick. You have very interesting friends." I sighed. "I'm just...not tired." I was too upset to be tired. I was worried to of what they might do, or try to do, tomorrow. I frowned and knew I was glaring, but I couldn't help it. I was mad.
Caralina shrugged and walked over towards the bed and sat down. "I'm bored." She laughed. She looked at the pillows and smiled. She grabbed one and hit Ryan with it.
I laughed and grabbed a pillow, hiting her back, starting a huge pillow fight. I grinned.
Johnathon:
I sighed. "No. Liz, you are wonderful. In fact, being with you is helping. You didn't do a single thing." I continued to run my hands through her hair. I didn't wangt to tell her. They were her friends. Her band. I couldn't do that.