This is the story of the boy every father hates and wants to murder, the guy every brother wants to throttle... the boy every mother wants to like but knows that they can't. 

You might be thinking the boy I speak of is a"bad boy", but, you're wrong. He's not. Never was. He doesn't even give off "bad boy" vibes or do "bad boy" things. 

(Okay, maybe he exhibits some so called "bad boy" qualities...)

Regardless, he's just a huge, hormonal softy. Literally, the guy is huge. He is seven feet four inches. 

Like what the flubbernut! It's not fair! How come he gets to be so tall?! I'm only five foot six! He makes me feel like a midget. 

I can't even get onto his back for a piggyback ride to make myself feel better bcuz if I did I'd probably bump my head on the ceiling. 

Stupid conceited little jerk. -.- 

I know nobody can see this, but I am crossing my arms against my chest in anger.

Why am I even wasting my time writing about him in the first place?

"Because you love me,"

"Shoo tall guy, don't bother me!"

"Aw, come on Shae!"

~~

Shae's friend, Claire calls her at three in the morning, asking her to get her from a party because her mom told her she wasn't about to get up and get her. 

Shae just nods and hangs up the phone, her head already back on her pillow.

Claire chuckles because she knows Shae just nodded and probably went back to sleep, but that even though she is exhausted, she'd get up and get her. 

"Gamn," Shae mumbles. "She is really abusing my license privilege."

She then goes back to sleep for a solid ten minutes, then suddenly jolts upright in her bed and says "Holy moly cannoli I was supposed to go get Claire!"

She leans her body over the right side of the bed and stretches her right arm out to grab her slippers, but can't reach by about the length of her hand. She groans and scoots up a little bit, but still can't reach it. 

With a final irritated groan, Shae twists her body around and grabs the shoes with her toes. Now cheerful, she leans up on the bed and sets the shoes in front of her, then rubs her eyes. 

Her eyes close on their own accord as she tiredly pulls her slippers over her fuzzy socks before exiting her bedroom.

She grabs her car keys from the bowl on the counter and walks outside, not even bothered by the still, cool air. She yawns and touches her toes, then stretches to the right and to the left, eliciting a crack from her back. 

Satisfied, she walks to her car and hops in, pressing the start button before driving off.

~~

Shae drives to the party house; Claire hardly goes to anyone else's, and parks on the left side of the road, the one opposite to the house, before she walks up the front porch. 

The  front door is already open, so she walks right in and begins searching for her friend. Wolf whistles sound behind her but she decides to save her voice and just flip them off, so she throws two fingers behind her.

Drunken chuckles escape the idiots' mouths and she just shakes her head. 

In an attempt to find Claire, Shae looks in the kitchen and the first living room, all spots Claire can usually be found, but doesn't find her. So, with a long sigh, she opens her mouth to yell out her name, but before a sound can escape her lips, someone shoves her aside.

She lands on someone's lap. The lap guy grabs her waist to hold her steady. She mutters a string of curses and begins to get up from the guy's lap to attack the dude that pushed her, but lap guy holds his grip on her waist to keep her from killing the guy. 

"Release me at once!" Shae yells. "I am sleep deprived and want to kill that stupid bassfish!" 

"Bassfish?" Lap Guy asks, amused. 

"Uh, never mind that," she quickly says. 

He chuckles. 

Shae's anger is now directed to Lap Guy as she realizes their position.

"Hey, take your paws off of me before I take you out of this world with sorcery and countless hours of Criminal Minds experience!"

Lap Guy just chuckles and smugly whispers, "Well I much like our position right now. It's comfy."

Comfy my ass! she thinks. 

[A/N Oh the irony! PWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!]

"Get. Your hands. Off. Of me. Or I will personally end you."

Again, Lap Guy just laughs and raises his hand in surrender, which allows her to scoot off of his lap and sit down beside him. 

Once seated, she sighs. The guy looks over at her and mumbles, "I'm sure you aren't here to party, considering you are wearing a Winnie the Pooh onesie. What are you doing here?"

Shae doesn't know why, but she decides to tell him the truth instead of telling him to mind his beeswax. 

"Looking for my friend," she admits. 

"Ah, I see." he nods. "Well, maybe I can help you out."

Shae pushes herself up from the couch and shakes her head. "Ha, no thanks! You are probably drunk off your toes right now."

Lap Guy quickly stands beside her and admits, "Maybe a little tipsy but not drunk. I've only had one drink. I am a lightweight. I know not to go crazy. Let me help you."

Ignoring is voice, Shae gets lost in her thoughts.

Little fudger. He is taller than me!! Stupid tall guy. Grr.

Not wanting to waste any more time with foolishness, Shae agrees but after one step away from the couch says, "Oh but my legs hurt. Can you give me a piggyback ride?"

She would've asked to get on his shoulders but she was afraid she'd hit her head. 

"What?" he asks, surprised. 

"You give me piggyback ride. Pwease?"

Shae, having mastered the art of the pleading puppy dog look, pulls her best puppy dog face.

Guy sighs and bends down to her level, back facing her; his way of agreeing. 

Truth be told, he only agreed because of the way her eyes lit up, but she doesn't need to know.

She cheers, moves back, then leaps onto his back, causing him to groan. 

Don't get me wrong, Shae thinks. I am light, but he probably wasn't expecting me to just jump but... all well. 

She throws her hands loosely around his neck and he begins to walk.

The quiet [lol how can it be quiet, it is a party?] gets to Shae and she feels as though she should feel the void of silence, so she starts up a conversation.

"So.. Lap Guy, what's your name? I never got yours and you will be learning my friends name, thus her telling you my name, so we might as well get introductions over with."

"My name is Jackson." he replies.

"Jackson," she repeats, testing it out on her tongue.

I like that name, she thinks. Seems fitting.

Jackson's lips twitch upward at the way his name sounds coming out of her mouth. 

"Well nice to meet you, Jackson. I'm Shae. My friend's name is Claire. She didn't sound drunk enough over the phone to be in a room upstairs, so she must either be in the dining room, the basement, or some other living room."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll run into her soon. She's probably sitting somewhere waiting for you." 

A/N

Idk why this is in third person POV... I'll fix that later I guess.

Unedited pretty much.