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Chapter one

"If you twist and turn away

If you tear yourself in two again

If I could, you know I would

If I could, I would

Let it go"

-Bad: U2

Her fingertips trace my skin. Her touch equals my drug, my new found high. Her lips proceed to feed this said addiction. She makes me fluster with frustration whenever she gets all high and mighty on me.

Little princess always nagging was now at my mercy.

It was a night like any other. We were locking up. Working the night shift. Everyone else was out at some huge party for some random guy's eighteenth birthday. We were both exhausted for the last movie had ended at 2 in the morning and we had done nothing but scamper from theater to theater and back to the concessions. The one night we're the only ones working the late shift, the popcorn machine decided to start spazzing out.

We were cleaning up in Theatre 7, that would be the theater farthest from the entrance to the building. And just like the idiot I am, I couldn't help but stare at her as she bent over to pick up an empty cup. I felt my skin erupt in a flash of heat.

"What are you looking at?" she had asked realizing my gaze was in her general direction.

"Nothing," I had replied turning my head away to sweep up some imaginary popcorn. I thanked whatever God was out there that the lights were still a little dim so that she couldn't see me blushing.

My head looked back over at her when I knew she was turned away from me. My eyes swept her body. It was constricted by that ugly uniform we were forced to wear every day we worked this stupid dead end job.

"You're doing it again," she had said turning around at the feel of my eyes upon her, this time tapping her foot in an annoyed manner.

"I'm not fucking doing anything," I had retorted getting angry more at myself for being caught twice than at her for noticing.

"Don't lie to me Alex! What did I do wrong?"

"Why would I lie to you? Nothing's wrong."

"Why would you lie to me? Umm, I don't know, because you are possibly."

My blood boiled as I stared at her pompous face. I had wanted to slap her, yell at her, hit that damn face that invaded my dreams so much.

"You make me so mad sometimes I just wanna…" I had said trying to get the words out but could only make angry hand gestures.

"Wanna what? Wanna what?" she had started egging me on now like she wanted me to start something.

But I couldn't answer her. I couldn't answer anyone when they asked what was wrong with me. I had simply turned my head away and continued my sweeping. She slowly made an approach to me as if asking for an answer.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," I had replied feeling the sting of her eyes on my back.

"Just tell me," she had said pleading.

"It's hard to be around you, Paige," seemed to have just slipped out of my mouth as I set down my broom and dustpan. 'Aw shit.'

"What are you talking about?"

"Whatever, I'm just going to get back to work now and pretend this never hap…" I made to pick up broom again but her hand was on mine. It felt so good for her to be this close to me.

"Don't leave me hanging. You know I would never do that to you," she had pleaded with me. I ignored her persistent begging and walked away leaving her before the silver screen looking at me.

"Why aren't you letting me in!?!" she had called after me. I had turned to look at her with pure confusion on my face. "You're supposed to be my friend but you can't even tell me what's really going on inside that stubborn mind of yours. I mean, I got high for you. Now tell me what's on your mind damn it!"

"You want to know what's on my mind?" I had asked my eyes tearing up slightly at the aspect of what I was about to do.

I started to walk towards her with a quick deliberate pace and caught her face in my hands. I then lightly placed my lips upon hers.

"Alex, what are you doing?" she had asked. She had not pulled away from me, but merely asked a question.

"I don't know," I had replied smiling slightly.

And that is where we are now. Me tugging at her uniform shirt and her slipping her hand under the waistband of my Dickies. Our lips meeting whenever they wished. At first we were sure to be gentle, but I was soon fed up with it. I hated it when guys or girls, in this case, tried to treat me like a porcelain doll. I wanted them to know what I wanted.

I finally pulled her shirt over her head tossing it aside with the discarded broom and dustpan. My shirt shortly joined hers. My lips moved to her neck. I heard her moan my name and my stomach filled with a hot sensation.

"Wait, wait," she said breathlessly as I pulled on the zipper of her pants. I paused waiting for the rejection to come. "Not here."

She took my hand and led me into the projection room. I almost hit myself. Of course the theater was a mess, why else would we be cleaning it up?

"Our shirts are still in the theatre," I told her between kisses as we flung the door to the projection room open letting it bang behind us.

"Shut up," she replied unbuttoning my pants. I didn't like the idea of her being so in control like she always was. I slammed her against the wall making sure to leave my mark on her neck. I reached down and with one swift movement, her pants were at her ankles. I then slowly moved down her body making sure to trace a thin line with my finger nail. I saw goosebumps erupt on her skin and almost laughed at my own brilliance. I finally got to her underwear. I looked at her as if asking if this was okay for her. I then slowly let the fabric fall down her legs. I shoved her more against the wall and placed her legs over my shoulders. I then inserted my tongue into her entrance. Her legs tightened on my shoulders and I grasped them and kept going. I could tell by the way she was arching her back that she was about to climax and my tongue moved with more persistence. She shuttered and her legs slackened on my shoulders.

I stood up and meant to walk away knowing she was tired, but she pulled me back to her and returned the favor…

A single tear was lingering on her cheek as we held each other in a naked embrace. Our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Holy shit," was all I could say.

"I know," she replied smiling slightly. She pulled away as she searched for her clothes.

"They're down in the theater," I told her not making eye contact as I pulled on my bra and pants clumsily.

"I'm aware."

"I'm just trying to help," I muttered bitterly. I felt a hand lift my chin as I pulled on my shoes. I was face to face with my princess.

"I know you wanna to help, hon," she said. I stood up so that I was a little taller than her. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't quite find the words. I merely closed my mouth and ran out of the projection room into the theater to find the rest of my outfit.

I heard her footsteps following close behind me.

"So that's it!?!" she asked calling after me. I pulled my shirt on over my head and remained silent. "Don't leave me hanging like this."

I turned around to see she was only half dressed.

"I have to clear my head," I said shaking my head a little as if to comprehend a bit of what we had done in the projection room. "I'm so sorry Paige."

And with that I left her.