Chapter theme song: 'Crazy Kids' by: Ke$ha

Prologue:

Lillian

I stared at myself in the mirror, gazing at my beauty covered in the mask of artificial coloring and glitter. I removed the red tube of lipstick I had stashed in jean pocket, adding a thick layer of red paint to complete my look of pure sin. I fluffed my hair, twisting and pinning my thick piece of yellow hair towards the back of my head to give myself a more…edgy look. I leaned over the bathroom sink, sniffing as I cut two more fine lines on the glassy edge. I wiped away any trails that I may have left from across my face, cleaning up the blood that began to rush down my nose and face with a sanitary napkin I found in one of the dispensers. They were out of tissue.

He called again, asking me for my social security number for some legal documents he needed to have notarized or something. He wanted to have me take back the kids; he growing tired of being a single father since it was cramping his lifestyle with the ladies. He wanted to terminate all of his fatherly responsibility and wanted to put the twins back in my custody. I was still not ready to become a mother and gave my blessings to put the babies up for an open adoption. I have a meeting with my lawyer and a few other people with an adoption agency first thing in the morning so I had no business being out this late at a rundown club getting high. I was already on probation for drug charges and anymore strikes against me would mean a heftier jail sentence than a measly twenty-two hour detainment in a holding cell.

I opened the door, meeting Dil's gaze with mine as he smiled. He wasn't the drug, alcoholic type which is what I liked about him. He was a square, a weird square to say the least, but a square nonetheless. The most Dil ever did was a little pot back in middle-school but even then he did not like it. However, Dil took a more dangerous route; one arguably as close to sniffing cocaine in a HIV infested woman's bathroom in an illegal club. Dil was an underground smuggler of illegal, foreign, and exotic animal parts that he passed off and sold as alien limbs. At first when I had heard he engaged in such a ludicrous black-market lifestyle, I thought he had lost his marbles and had set himself up for inevitable failure; but when I had saw how much money he was bringing in on the weekly basis- let alone how many customers he serviced who were dumb enough to believe that Dil Pickles actually had contact with extraterrestrial life forms- it was mind boggling.

He sipped on his orange juice, smiling. Who goes to a club and orders orange juice is beyond me. "You alright in there?"

I nodded, sniffling. "Had to change my tampon."

His face contorted into pure disgust, gagging slightly. "I did not need to know that at all, Lil."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hand to lead him towards the bar to grab myself a drink. I wasn't twenty-one yet by any means but the bartender liked my boobs so I flashed him a little nipple and he let me slide. I ordered a vodka tonic, asking Dil if he wanted something other than that boring orange juice. He declined my offer; saying he rather keep his liver healthy as can be so when he is abducted by our alien brethren, they would use his organs on display. His words, not mine.

"Why do you drink that stuff anyway?" he asked, barely audible over the loud techno music blaring from the speakers. I tipped the bartender a five dollar bill, scribbling my number on a soiled napkin before stamping it wink a wink. I watched as Dil grimaced in the corner of my eye, clutching his juice a little more tightly. I knew Dil Pickles had feelings for me, but I was not about to get into all the drama associated with dating my best friends brother and all his family drama that came with it. Since the night Tommy went off on his dad about DiDi's affair, things haven't been the same.

Stu began working longer hours in the basement, refusing to surface to the real world for days on end as DiDi tried her best to rekindle her marriage with some Dr Lipschitz crap. Last I heard, they were planning some family vacation cruise that was supposed to make distraught families reconnect. Angelica's therapist, Dr. Lyles, had paid for everyone's boarding passes since he was the one hosting the weekend cruise. Phil told me our family and Chuckie's family was also invited since all of our parents are so tight-knit and the family drama that occurs in one family resonates in all three, which- according to him, is toxic in itself.

It kind of explains why DiDi and my mother fell out briefly when I had gotten pregnant. My mother has a history of being emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive; going as far as to slap around my spineless father, punch Phil repeatedly for 'fun', and even fought me tooth and nail when I was pregnant. I don't remember much but when I had broke the news to her that I was expecting, twins nonetheless, she went berserk and started punching me in the face, knocking me down to the floor to kick me in my stomach until I started bleeding. The doctors said it was a miracle my babies survived the incident.

I had spoke of it briefly to Phil, who watched the entire thing in horror, who later told Tommy who blabbed to his folks. Since then, things have been slightly awkward between our families but it was peaceful overall. I didn't complain.

I nursed my drink, dragging Dil to the dance floor. "You dance like a white boy."

"I am white!" he laughed, starting to do the robot after transitioning from the cabbage patch. I shook my head, steadying his movement by grinding my waist against his pelvis. His breath became caught in his throat, his pulse picking up in pace as all the blood from his ears rushed to his loins. I felt him stiffen against my skin-tight jeans, grinning as I placed a single finger underneath his chin to lock his gaze with mine. He leaned in for a kiss but I sideswiped him by turning around to grind against his erection.

I felt him groan, wrapping his arms around me; drink long forgotten as he tossed the plastic cup into the crowd around us. The sprinkler system went off, neon strobe lights beginning to pulsate against my damp skin while his masculine hands trailed up my shirt and into my bra. I reached behind me, clasping my hands around his neck as my hips swayed to the magnetic rhythmic vibrations. I bit my bottom lip, loving the way Dil kissed the nape of my neck with expertly skilled tongue- and I should know. Dil may have only been eighteen, but he sure was no novice in exploring the confines of a woman's anatomy. He was young but quite skilled in the art of lovemaking but was no Casanova like his brother. Instead, Dil would stimulate a woman's mind, rouse her soul, and conquer her body as if he were claiming neophyte America for the first time.

He was quirky, nerdy, odd, yet a gentleman, sweet, highly intelligent, and above all different that the other men that most woman like me were used to. Dylan actually wanted to hear about my tiring day, did not mind massaging my feet, and did not demand nor expect physicality whenever we were together. Yet whenever his innate, manly urges took reign over his disciplined mind, he morphed into this carnivorous creature that was ready to devour me completely; starting with a verbal foreplay that was almost as good as the sex itself.

"You are a piece of work, DeVille." He whispered. "I hope you know that."

I nodded, grinding a little harder against him. A soft groan escaped his parted lips. I tried on numerous occasions to brush Dil away; fear of unintentionally hurting him. But like a loyal puppy dog, Dylan kept coming back and insisting my past did not affect him. When that did not work, I tried telling him that our almost two year age difference would eventually become a problem if we were to ever pursue anything. He responded back with age is just a number and the fact that it was only a dismal number of like two years instead of some large, ridiculous age gap. When that didn't work, I pulled out the big guns and told Dil that I was just too mentally unstable to be in a relationship after all the messed up things I been through my kids' father and the men before that. I even told him about my past drug usage- although he doesn't know I still use- and yet, Dil stayed.

I have no idea what to say or what to do that would get Dil off my high horse and onto someone else's, but I had to admit that the kid was starting to rub off on me and I began looking forward to spending time with him on the regular basis. I was in no way falling for him, I was not about to go down that road again after three heart breaks, an uneasy pregnancy, and seven months of drug rehab; but even I could not deny that there were some small amount of feelings I could not deny for old Pickles here.

I warned him that he was playing with fire..and that he would possibly get burned.

Those Crazy Kids…

A/N: I have been rewatching a lot of AGU lately just to get the character personalities right and I picked up on something in a few of the episodes. Lil seemed kind of turned on by Dil in a few episodes, namely the one where Dil had that alien biopsy tape and Lil seemed to be romantically interested in the fact that he was a technical 'criminal' for stealing the tape. So…yeah…that sparked this pairing and I must admit, I actually like it. All my stories are intertwined to answer a few questions so I did put in a few hidden spoilers. If anyone knows me, you know should I love sequels! Anyhoo, thanks for enjoying my dark twisted fantasies and I am about to upload the next chapter to Opposites Attract. - SP