"Chris, stop!" Imogen squealed, running through the house. They had become inseperable best friends over the past month of non stop recording with Real Horror Shows new record label, Fearless and she finally was starting to feel truly happy again. The recording was going great- they were almost done with their new album called Burn. The band was filming the music video for the title track tomorrow which Imogen couldn't wait for.

"Never!" He laughed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her on his lap. She laid back into him, giggling her head off.

His hands lazily traced circles in her skin, and her eyelids began to grow heavy. "Do you like Ryan?" He asked, never wanting to leave this wonderful moment. Chris' heart had been shattered by the one and only Megan Massacre just a few months ago but Imogen was amazing. She was the most amazing girl he'd ever met and he wanted to share every minute of his life with her.
She laughed, making his heart soar. "No, Ryan and I are just..friends with benefits if you know what I mean."

"Yeah I've been there.." He chuckled, twirling her hair around his finger. He could feel her heart beating out of her chest and he knew she wanted to ask him.

"Why?" She finally asked.

"Because...I l-like you." He whispered. She turned to look into his beautiful eyes and smiled.

"I like you too." She grinned. He leaned and placed a soft kiss on her perfect lips. The feeling was none other than amazing, something Imogen needed.

It wasn't like Andy, nothing ever would be, but Chris was great. Really great. And she wouldn't let
Andy ruin this for her when he wasn't even around.

"Be mine?" He mumbled against her mouth.

She smiled softly, pulling away. "I thought you'd never ask."

---

Andy sighed as he pulled on his leather jacket. Today was the Bradley family summer bash at Lake Ocala, something he and Imogen talked about a lot. She'd always wanted to go with him and now she wasn't even in the state.

He had to go with Brooke to show off the sparkly new engagement ring on her finger. Yes-he proposed. He had too. It wasn't in a romantic way at all.

Brooke had dragged him a store picked out the ring, he bought it with what little money he had and gave it to her. Now they were engaged and "together forever" as she liked to say.

Andy could feel himself slipping away and it was only a matter of time before he killed himself. He was miserable without Imogen, and he just wanted to end it all.

"Andy, Brooke is here." His mother said, walking in his room. She gave him a sad face and hugged him. He told her why it wasn't Imogen walking through that door and he found it dispicable but so heroic that he gave up the love of his life for his family. "I'm sorry, son. I'm so sorry."

He hugged her tight, tears filling his eyes. "I know.." He mumbled, "Me too."

"I guess you should, uhm, get out there." She straightened his jacket and tried a fake smile but it faltered. "You know what I was thinking about the other day?"

"What?" He asked.

"Do you remember when Imogen came over and she said grace? Remember how mean I was?" She shook her head. "I shouldn't have been so rude, I wouldn't have been if I knew."

"It's not your fault, ma. It's mine." He closed his eyes, sighing.

"It's not yours either, Andrew." She said, keeping her eyes locked on his. "You will get through this, and you and Imogen will find your way back to each other."

"I don't think so ma." He shook his head. "But thank you."

"I love you son." She said, kissing his cheek.

"I love you too." He said. They heard a huff outside the door and looked to see Brooke in a salmon strapless dress.

"Hurry up, Andy. Everyone wants to meet my fiancé." She whined. Andy's eyes watered at the words. That should be Imogen standing there, her eyes crinkling in a smile. She'd wrap her arm around his mothers shoulder and kiss her cheek. His chest would fill with undeniable love for the girl standing in front of him but instead it was Brooke.

"S-sorry." He stuttered, moving towards her. He felt whipped: like every word he said could result in her telling the word Daniel and Imogen's secret.

She looked at him expectantly and he leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Bye Mrs. Biersack." She said in her whiny voice that made Anna's skin crawl.

"It's actually Ms. Swenson now, my husband and I divorced." She said, smiling a bit to herself. It was a long process but Robert finally signed the papers and Andy was so glad she was safe from him. But it wasn't his wretched father he had to deal with anymore, it was Brooke.

"I don't really care." She shook her head, narrowing her eyes. Anna looked up at Andy and watched as he just looked at his feet. The poor boy was in the worst position of his life.

"I'll see you tonight." She said, kissing his cheek.

"Bye ma." He nodded. The "couple" walked out of the house, passing Daniel in the kitchen on the way. Andy shot him a look that said, 'you don't know how much you owe me'.

"We're taking my car, your bike is ridiculous I don't know how Imogen ever wanted to ride on it with you. She was always such an idiot, why did you like her anyway?" Andy slammed his hand against the railing of his steps.

"Look." He said through gritted teeth. "I'm only doing this because I have too. I'll parade around as your perfect little husband but you will not insult my family or Imogen okay?"

She whipped her head around and shot a glare at him. "You don't have the right to say anything like that! This relationship is on my terms, got it? I will tell the police and then Imogen who her father is. I call the shots here." She said, shoving him back. "Imogen was nothing but a slut who you used to get to me, that's the story we're sticking with. So shut the fuck up. The only way to get out of this is to kill yourself and I have a feeling your to gutless to do so."

Andy was silent, his fists curled at his side as he looked down at his shoes. Anger was flushing throughout his entire body. "Please Brooke. I can't live this way any longer.."

She crossed her arms, "Well then you better buy a gun."

---

"What kind of ice cream do you want?" Imogen asked Chris as she pushed the old metal cart through the grocery store. They looked at each other and grinned.

"Chocolate duh!" They said together, laughing their asses off. He grabbed a tub of Breyer's and placed it in the cart.

"Yum, movie night?" She asked, jumping on the rack underneath her cart. Chris came up behind her and started to push the cart with her still on it.

"Duh." He chuckled. "We can cuddle, make out..."

"Sounds fabulous darling." She giggled as they made their way to check out. They stock piled on sweets and food and couldn't wait to get home to spend the night in while the rest of the house partied in downtown Los Angeles. Imogen didn't want to be hung over for her first video shoot ever.

Once finally home, they put away the groceries and cuddled up on the couch, bowls of ice cream in their hands. "This is so good, I can't remember the last time I had ice cream." She smiled taking a bite. Chris smiled at her, his heart warming. He laid his head in the crook of her neck.

"Your beautiful, Imogen." He whispered, kissing up her neck. A low hum of approval slipped from her mouth. She set their bowls down on the table in front of them and moved so her mouth pressed to his. His hands trailed around her waist as they made out. Their lips moved in sync over and over again, their tongues massaged each other's.

"Mmm." She moaned, as his hands started fondling her breasts. She worked on getting his offending shirt off his body and when she did, touched his bare chest. "Chris. Upstairs.." She moaned loudly as he started kissing her neck again. "Now." He lifted her up and they walked up to their room. They'd been sharing lately and Imogen had no problem with it.

He threw her down on the bed and Imogen knew this was going to be nothing like Ryan or Andy. Chris seemed like a dominant guy so she was excited to see how well he could please her.
He immediately began taking her clothes off and then his jeans so they were both stark naked.

They took in the new sights with excitement before smashing their lips back together.

Chris roughly played with her breasts while licking and sucking on any skin he could find. She let her hands drift down and rub his dick forcefully. "Jesus." He sighed, kissing down her naval until he reached her box. He placed one wet kiss on her clit making her scream out.

"Chris please.." She moaned, swallowing hard.

"Oh, begging for me already?" He raised his brow.

"Yes, Chris seriously!." She screamed. He grinned and started kissing the insides of her thighs.

This was so different from Andy and she loved it. Every second of it.

He finally brought his mouth back down to her box and kissed over and over on her swollen clit.

She grinded shamelessly into his tongue, her eyes half lidded. He started using his thumb to play with her all while darting his tongue in and out of her.

She released all over him and was only given a second before Chris slammed himself inside of her. "Shit we didn't use a-"

"I'm on birth control.." She moaned, loudly.

"That the best knews I've heard all day." He said, slamming harder and harder into her. Their moans of pleasure filled the room and Imogen had finally felt so close to someome again.

With Ryan she knew it was just a friendship. Someone to hold her when she cried, someone to make her feel whole again. "Chris, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, cum with me babe.." He moaned in her ear. She did: they fell into an amazing moment together. Chris collapsed down next to her and engulfed her in his arms. "You alright, babe? I'm sure I go a little harder than Ryan does.."

"Yeah, perfect." She smiled laying her head on his chest. "Chris?"

"Mm?" He mumbled, kissing her neck softly.

"Your making me feel good again." He smiled down at her as she listened to his heartbeat and felt his chest rise and fall.

"I love you." He finally said, taking her hand. Her breath hitched in her throat. For a moment, every time Andy said that to he came back.

The feeling he gave her. The love.

"I love you too." She said, squeezing his hand.

She loved someone else and she had a feeling he was her last love as well.

Notes

No Imogen!!! And Brooke god I hate myself for even writing her!