Authors Note: I'm soooo sorry it's taken me so long to update. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related but I do own T.J.


That's not what I meant.

T.J. was shocked to say the least about hearing that Kevin had a girlfriend. She figured it was just some stupid rebound thing for him to get over her. However, Kevin seemed serious enough about Katrina, that's her name…how gay is that? Okay it's actually kind of cool because she gets the nickname Kat, but still! T.J. was currently driving to the biggest party of the year and thinking about how much she did not want to meet this girl but figured she had no choice.

Pulling up to the party T.J. locked the Impala and walked up to the house on shaky feet. She was popular enough at school but parties were always a little nerve racking. She walked in and was immediately bombarded with the smell of beer and smoke.

T.J. started coughing slightly. "Lovely."

"Yes you are."

T.J. turned to see this guy Doyle smiling at her. He was Irish and had a lot of charm but instead of continuing the conversation she just smiled and went looking for Kevin. They planned to meet up in the backyard when they got there. T.J. walked out in the crowded backyard and found Kevin instantly. He was wearing his really ugly green sweater that but apparently "Katrina loves it".

T.J. sighed, "Okay let's get this over with." She walked over to him and his new girl. "Hey Kevin."

Kevin turned and engulfed her in a hug. "T.J. I'm so glad you came!"

"Yeah well…you ask and I came."

T.J. turned slightly and stuck out her hand to the girl she assumed was Katrina.

"Hey, I'm T.J."

"Katrina Summers. I've heard so much about you!"

Katrina Summers was 5'2" with long dark brown hair, much like T.J.'s, hazel eyes, also like T.J.'s, and a brilliant smile.

"Funny, I just heard about you two days ago."

"Well, Kevin told me you ran away. I guess that's why he didn't tell you about me."

T.J. glared at Kevin because he knew she didn't like her personal business being spread around. Kevin gave her a wary smile. After they made small talk for about ten more minutes Kevin asked to speak to T.J. privately. They walked upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms; T.J. sat on the bed while Kevin paced.

"Well? What do you think of her? She's really fantastic, T.J."

T.J. blew her hair out of her eyes. "Yep."

Kevin stopped and turned to look at her. "What?"

"What, what?"

"You have an opinion on her. Hell, you have an opinion on everyone. So? Out with it!"

T.J. shrugged. "Okay, I don't like her."

"Why? And I want a legit reason not something stupid like her teeth are too bright."

"You noticed that too?"


"Okay, okay. I think she's too perky. Anyone that happy has to have something mentally wrong with them. Also did you notice that she takes way to long to finish a sentence?" T.J. imitated. "Um…you think…um…we should…um…get another drink?"

"She doesn't talk like that!"

"Not right now but she probably will."

Kevin was getting pissed. "What else?"

"I don't know. She's just not right for you."

"No she's not! You are! You are right for me! But you didn't want me so I went out and found a nice girl that actually does like me."

"Oh come on Kevin, this isn't about you and me."

"That's exactly what it's about! Would you be happy with me dating any girl? Truth, T.J."

T.J. thought about for a whole minute and a half. "No but that's fine because you can just stick with me. We can still be best friends without all the drama of the boyfriends and girlfriends."

"Okay so let me get this straight. You don't want me but you don't want anyone else to have me? You can't have it both ways!"

T.J. stood up, her temper rising. "That's not what I meant."

"Yes it is. That's exactly what you meant and you know it. You're selfish T.J. You always have been. But I'm done with this."

T.J. rolled her eyes. "Oh I've heard this speech before."

"Could you possibly shut your mouth for two seconds and let someone else talk? Listen, I still want to be your best friend. Hell, I want to be your boyfriend but you don't want that so here's what we're going to do…"

T.J. cut him off. "You have a plan to save our friendship? This should be good."

Kevin ignored her. "You and I continue to be best friends but we keep our relationships separate from each other. I don't want to know about any of the guys you see and you don't want to hear about any of the women I'm with, right?"


"So that's how we settle it. We just won't bring up our relationships to one another."

"And you actually think this will work."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Alright then, if you excuse me I'm going to go find a guy to hook up with."

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Pity party, table for one?"

T.J. shook her head and laughed. "Call you tomorrow?"

"Definitely. Talk to you later."

T.J. nodded and walked down stairs and into the living room of the party. She grabbed a beer and took a seat on the couch. After the second beer T.J. was still pretty sober so when Doyle sat down next to her she decided to give the guy a shot.

"You're T.J., right? You're in my Psych class?"

"Yep. Allen Frances Doyle, correct?"

"That I am, love. But everyone just calls me Doyle."

"Out of all your names, I think Doyle is the best choice."

"Thanks pet. So are you here by your lonesome?"

"I was here with my best friend but we decided he should hang with his girlfriend for the rest of the night."

"Ah, I see. You want to get out of here? Go some place and talk."

T.J. smirked, "We're talking right now."

"I meant somewhere more private."

"Where'd you have in mind?"

"My flat. My parents are away on holiday."

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way. I'll follow you in my car."

T.J. followed Doyle back to his house and she couldn't really tell you how she ended up making out with him as soon as they walked in the door. Nor could she really explain how they ended up in his bed with their shirts off.

"You're so beautiful, love."

"That's sweet. You got a condom?"

Doyle smiled, "You're straightforward, I like that."

"Good to know. Gonna answer the question? Because if you don't the night ends here."

"I got one. You on the pill?"

"Damn right I am. Get the rubber so we can get this show on the road."

Doyle kissed her passionately before digging in his bedside drawer for his condom box. Right before Doyle was about to get down to it T.J. stopped him.

"Easy. I may be on the pill but I'm a virgin."

"Good to know. I am too."

"You're a virgin with a box of condoms in his bedside table?" T.J. asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Doyle mimicked her. "You're a virgin on birth control?"

"Good point. Let's do this."

It hurt. A lot. But the pain slowly receded and the pleasure set in. After it was over T.J. didn't feel regretful or unhappy in the least. In fact, she felt so at piece that she fell asleep…and didn't wake up until the next morning…