The crowd around us swarmed like bees to a hive.

Abel kept his hand wrapped around my wrist the entire time, almost as if he were trying to make sure I didn't get swallowed in the group of people.

I was nearly deafened by the crowd the second James walked on stage, swinging his guitar over his shoulder and shouting something I couldn't hear over the screeching girls behind me.

"How are you all tonight?" James yelled into the mic, getting the girls even more riled up. Abel dropped his hand from my wrist and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked up at the man on stage.

"We've got a great show for you tonight!" He said, fixing the mic in his ear, "You ready?" The girls behind me screamed again, shoving me forward so I nearly face planted.

Thankfully, Abel had grabbed my hand again and stopped me from falling, his eyes wide.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks." I whispered in his ear so he could hear me. He nodded and started to move forward with the crowd when James started strumming. I hung back, hugging my arms around myself as people pushed by.

"Let's do this!" He said into the mic before backing away and joining the rest of the band behind him.

I listened, moving along to the music as everyone jumped and tried to reach for James on the stage.

"Hey, I've got a couple special guests for you guys tonight. Abel, man, why don't you head on up here." The crowd started crying even more when Abel pushed himself on to the stage, whispering something to the guard in front of it.

"Hey! How are all you beautiful girls and guys doing?" He asked, taking the mic and stepping back behind James. I couldn't help but admire how natural and perfect Abel looked up there beside the band. He looked as if he had been there his whole life and didn't plan on leaving any time soon.

"This one's called Crazy!" James shouted into Abel's mic, "Sing along if you know it!"

I clapped along with the crowd, waiting for the boys to both start singing.

It could be the way you smile

Or the blue in your eyes

When you sing for a while

Even when you don't know the lines

If I could put into words

If I could tell the truth in your lies

Your love for the birds

Your laughs and cries

I'd tell you, you drive me crazy

I'm out of my mind

You pick me up when I'm lazy

And you take everything that's mine.

You call my name, but somehow I forget

That you're in love with him and I'm just a sketch

I'll never let go, I won't regret

You drive me crazy, every time I close my eyes.

I felt my lips starting to part as Abel jumped off the stage and gestured for me to meet him in front of it, but I couldn't move.

There was no way that James had written this. I was positive that I'd seen the poem, the song before. But I couldn't place exactly where I had.

"Come on, Liv. You know the song." I wanted to run off, to shake everyone's eyes off of me. Maybe I'd get lucky and it would start raining, a storm would come and-

"Liv." Abel repeated with a crooked grin, outstretching his hand to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to walk through the crowd and toward him.

Why am I so surprised? This is Abel, of course he'd pull something like this. He'd make me be in the spotlight, the only thing I absolutely hated doing.

"Stop blushing. Don't be embarrassed." Abel whispered, pulling the microphone from his mouth for a second, "Are you okay?" I nodded, forcing myself to smile.

"Yeah, just surprised. I didn't know you could sing." He handed me the mic and gestured toward the book in his hands. I could feel my cheeks flushing even more when I read the page.

That's how I'd known the poem, the song. Abel and I had wrote it when we were kids, when we used to go hide up in our tree house.

"You drive me crazy." He whispered, prompting me to start singing. I fought the urge to drop everything then and there and run off.

I wasn't Abel, I couldn't just walk on to a stage in front of hundreds of people and sing without any experience. I could barely even talk in front of the class.

"Liv, please. For me." Abel said, pushing the book into my hand. I shut my eyes and let Abel help me on to the stage, nodding.

I had to do this for the list. If I didn't, Abel got to choose my punishment. . . if hundreds of people laughing at how embarrassed I looked wasn't punishment enough.

"Crazy isn't even the half of it." I muttered into the mic as James took my hand in his and kissed the top of it. I shut my eyes for a second, turning my body so I would be facing the screaming crowd, hearing James whispering words of encouragement beside me.

After a second of mental preparation, I opened my eyes and brought the microphone to my mouth, praying to God that I wasn't making the biggest mistake of my life.

*

"You did great, baby!" Abel said, nudging me with a drunk grin. I returned the smile, pushing the red solo cup he was holding out to me back into his hands.

"We should get back home." I said to him, wrapping my jacket tighter around me, "Oliver and Lena are probably starting to get worried, and you know how-"

"Calm down, Liv. Just have a drink and relax." He said, leaning back against the rock behind us and staring up at the beautiful summer night sky.

His hand was draped over his partially open button up shirt, his hair a mess on his head and in his eyes as he laughed.

For a moment I forgot who I was with and where I was. This didn't look like Abel, not the Abe I had grown up with. He didn't even look like the man I had realized Abel had become a few days ago.

No, this man in front of me was a hot stranger with Abel's face and name.

"What the hell?" I grumbled, feeling heat rush to my cold cheeks at my own thoughts. But some part of me didn't feel all that bad about my dirty thoughts, considering where we were and how much pride Abel took in making himself look good. So what if I thought he was hot?

Stop trying to convince yourself that it's okay to think he's hot, Olivia. It's not okay. This is Abel, your brother's best friend, hell he might even be like a bro-

"Liv, you're doing that thing where you move your lips like you're saying your thoughts out loud." Abel said, propping his head up on his elbow so he was looking directly at me with dilated emerald eyes.

"Sorry." I mumbled, tugging at the tips of my dirty blonde hair nervously.

"You're such a dirty girl, Liv." Abel said, tapping me with his shoe, "You must be thinking all about how great I'd look without my clothes off, hmm?" He added cockily, winking. I tried to look disgusted, but found myself looking away entirely instead.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about how hot Abel is? I've never done it before, and sure as hell hope I don't do it after tonight.

"Come here." Before I could stop him, Abel wrapped both of his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. I stared at him in surprise as he kept one of his arms around me, pointing at the night sky with the other.

"This should have been on the list. Sleeping under the stars." He breathed out, surprisingly not smelling like alcohol.

"Yeah." I answered, feeling a nervous twitch in the pit of my stomach.

"I can feel you blushing, Liv. Does this. . . position make you uncomfortable?" He gestured toward where my head was resting against his bare chest, his arm wrapped tightly around me and resting on my hip.

"Sort of." I admitted, not knowing what else to do. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my cheek. After a second of complete silence he pinched my arm and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Great. Because I love making you nervous."

***AN***

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