Jessica's POV:
The party is still going strong, and it's already one in the morning. I've managed to sneak some chips, pop for me, and some requested beer for Marcus into my room. He doesn't drink a lot, though, so he's not drunk. It's just been us up here since we started talking, and it's been awesome. I still haven't found my phone.
"You say you write stories, right?"
I swallow some of my coke and nod my head. "Yes but only a few."
He looks at the notebooks that are laying on my bed. There's two of them, both holding my stories. He smirks and leans back against the bed. "Really? I would say those are the notebooks that you write in."
My cheeks heat up and I look away, scratching the back of my neck. "Well, okay, maybe more than a few." When I look back at hi
