Lips
"I cannot
believe you talked me into coming here," Tyler groaned audibly, looking up at
the flickering neon sign hanging above the doorway of the club.
"This is the
safest club I've ever been to," Jamie informed him. "There's not even a bar."
"Well,
that's a pity," the blond said sarcastically, following Jamie and Hank into
Observer. "Are seventeen year olds even allowed in here?"
"It's a
sixteen and over club," said Jamie, waving his hand dismissively. Tyler rolled
his blue eyes.
"Oh, great.
Do any of your friends here know you're an EMT? Or I'm an EMT? Or Hank's an
EMT? Or Val's an EMT?" he inquired. Jamie rolled his eyes in return.
"Speaking of
Val, where're the others?" Hank asked. "Didn't they say they'd meet us here?"
"Well, they
must be here already because they didn't have that huge traffic jam up on the
intersection by Hank's house," said Tyler, relaxing slightly. Okay, fine, this
was rebellious, but what the heck? As long as he didn't get arrested, he could
have some fun.
"True,"
Jamie agreed, glad Mr. Perfect had settled down. "Hey, I think that's Caitie."
"Where?"
"The one
giving someone the finger," Hank pointed out. "Where's Val?"
"Right
there," said Tyler as the two girls emerged from the crowd. "Oh, great."
"That's supposed
to be Val?" Jamie asked in awe. "Dang. She's hot." Catching the glare
from Tyler, he amended, "But she was always very hot and she is already taken,
so I will not intrude." His voice was formal and mimicking. Tyler sighed.
Val
certainly was gorgeous, in a dark red dress that was short, formfitting, and
low-cut, looking nothing like her normal self. She was an inch or so taller in
black platform heels and a silver chain wound around her slender neck. Blonde
hair was curled slightly to her shoulders and her lips were done in a shade
only slightly paler than her dress, her eyes bluer as they stood against the
chocolate eyeliner.
"Has she
seen 'She's All That'?" asked Hank. "Because I think that dress looks like
Laney's." Tyler ignored them.
"Hey," Tyler greeted the
unhappy-looking blonde that was sulking as he took a step towards her. "What's
wrong? You look great."
"It's
Caitie's dress and it's way too short. I had no choice in anything," she
sighed. "She promised Jamie would do my inventory for three times if I came."
Val stood there, looking very unhappy as Caitie watched with amusement.
"Well,
that's okay because you have very nice l—" Tyler was interrupted by Jamie
jabbing him.
"Don't say
legs," hissed Jamie. Tyler looked at him, confused.
"Why? She
does."
"Just a
minute," Jamie said with a false smile towards the others. He dragged Tyler a
few feet away. "Women don't like men saying they have nice legs."
"Feminism
points?"
"Something
like that," agreed Jamie, pulling Tyler back to the others. Val was looking at
them with curious eyes.
"Guy talk,"
explained Hank. Tyler and Jamie readily agreed.
"What were
you about to say?" Val inquired.
"Jamie, want
to dance?" questioned Caitie, who had a feeling what Tyler was about to say and
didn't want to be in Val's wavelength when the feminist side if the cheerleader
took over. "Yeah, sure."
Hank
followed them off into the crowd, leaving the couple looking at each other
curiously.
"Um…um…you
have very nice…" Tyler's face was growing pink. Val raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Lips,"
Tyler said. Val looked slightly disappointed.
"Lips," she
repeated. "Oh. Okay. Sure. But I don't know if you can really tell with all of
Caitie's lipstick on."
"No, you
look great."
"Thanks,"
Val smiled, taking a couple of steps towards him so that they were inches
apart. "You want to dance?"
"Sure."
Whew. That had been a close call, a very close call, but Val didn't seem to
mind as she grabbed his hand and led him onto the dance floor as an upbeat song
started by the band up on the stage.
And kiss me well
'Cause I will tell
And you can count
On everyone
"I thought
they played, like, Metallica or something at these places," Val said to Jamie
as he and Caitie passed by.
"Well, they
do, but sometimes they get up the nerve to play songs like these and have the
punks riot," he said very seriously with a smile. Val glared at him before she
turned back to Tyler.
"KoRn," he
informed her, grinning. Val matched the smile.
"Well, I
like this singer better than KoRn," Val admitted, teasing her tongue at the
edge of her teeth in a sarcastic manner.
"Oh,
really?" His tone was laughing as he began to swing dance Val, spinning her.
She laughed in match to his voice.
And oh your lips
I long to kiss
Your smile so wide
And I can dream
"What
are we doing?" Val asked, catching her breath and completing the step. They had
taken swing dancing in PE in ninth grade. It had been hilarious, with some of
the kids still avoiding the opposite sex, some flirting with the opposite sex,
and none of them wanting to dance. Fortunately Tyler and Val had ended up
together, and already friends from EMS training and English, they had managed
just fine.
"Dancing
like crazed maniacs, apparently," Tyler laughed, stepping back. Several of the
other dancers were looking at them as if they were absolutely insane.
"They think
we're drunk," Val told him, spinning out.
"You mean to
say you're not?" teased Tyler. Val laughed again and stepped back into the
dance from her spin.
And I can be
Whoever you like
Your lips
Lips
Lips
On mine
Mine
Mine
The next
step took Val into Tyler's arms for five beats, but that felt like an eternity
as his arms wrapped around her, comforting and gentle.
One…two…three…four…five…
And it was
over and she was sailing back into the dance. Val was unsettled, though, for
some odd reason. Maybe it was just the fact that he had been holding her for
five seconds, holding her as something different than a friend.
But then,
Val realized, that's part of the dance. So it wasn't really that
special. Oh sure, she could kid herself as much as she liked, but she still
thought that it was special, still sent chills up her spine.
Oh God, what
was he doing? Repeating the step so that she ended up in his arms again? This
really was not helping her to remain under control.
Your lips entice
Blink once
Blink twice
We missed the moment
But we're not done
Rewind
Rewind
Tyler had no
idea what he was doing as she swung into his arms again, but he wasn't going to
fight it. Five beats. Just five beats to hold her, but that was a lifetime for
him.
One…two…three…four…five…six…
Now what?
Neither of them had made a move to step away on the fifth beat, instead letting
it move on to the seventh and eighth and ninth and tenth and eleventh…
A whole
minute passed without either of them moving. Val turned around so that she was
facing him.
"What's
happening?" she asked. Tyler sighed, running a finger down her cheekbone softly
before retracting his arm like he had hurt her somehow.
"I have no
idea," he whispered before leaning down slightly and kissing her gently, like a
butterfly had landed on her lips.
Oh kiss, kiss
Na, Na, Na
Lips, lips
I long to breathe
But I'm too scared
A breath of precious air
From your lips
Lips
Lips
Lips
Val
immediately responded to the kiss, sliding her arms around to his back,
restraining from grabbing his dark blue T-shirt to keep her balance.
Moments
later the kiss ended. Both were breathing heavily, even though breath had only
been stopped for a few moments, because those few moments felt like forever.
"What in the
world was that?" Tyler asked, the first to speak. Val looked at him with wide
blue eyes.
"I have no
idea," she said with a smile, echoing his earlier answer.
"But it was
just between friends, right?" He didn't want to get hurt. Didn't want to hurt
her. He did want to kiss her again, but that was completely out of the
question.
Val stared
at him. "Friends," she repeated, backing away. "Friends?"
"Well,
yeah," Tyler began as she dodged from his arms. "Because—"
"Oh, just
shut up, Connell," said Val bitterly.
"Val, what's
the problem? I told you it was just between friends!" This was great. Just
great. He had made a huge fool of himself by kissing her and she didn't even
like him and now their whole relationship was ruined.
"That's
exactly the problem!" Val told him rather loudly, but the band was still
playing and no one heard her except those near.
Tyler stared
at her with much the same disbelief as she had before. "What?"
"I like you
a lot, Tyler, but I guess that's just too bad because all you want to be is friends."
The last word ran mockingly off of her tongue.
"I do not."
Tyler grabbed her arm and pulled her next to him again, kissing her with a
fierceness in the connection of lips that made her stumble. "Did that feel like
I want to be just friends?"
"No," Val
managed, bringing her finger up to her lips that were lined in a skin tone
mixed with dark red.
Your lips have
Stolen me
I am under siege
And I know
This will change
Everything
Tyler looked
down into her liquid blue eyes standing out in her face, emphasized by the dark
brown eyeliner and a lighter brown eye-shadow that mixed nicely into her skin.
But this was no time to be contemplating her makeup. Tyler grinned and began to
spin her again, drawing her in with the beat of the music.
"You know,"
Val informed him with a smile, "I think I like clubbing it."
Your lips
Smile gently
Your lips
Mwaa…
Kiss lips
Under siege
You have
Stolen me
Your lips
Lips
Lips
Lips
Lips
Lips
Lips
"You guys
have fun?" Jamie asked an hour later when everyone met up again. "I mean,
'cause, except for Hank, I don't know if you overachievers can handle it." His
grin was daring.
"I loved
it," remarked Val.
"Me, too.
Can we come here again tomorrow?" Tyler asked. Jamie furrowed his brows.
"Okay, who
are you and what have you done with the sane people?" he asked. Tyler and Val
laughed. "You two haven't been drinking, have you?"
"Better,"
Val answered lightly. Caitie was the first to realize what they meant. She
smiled as Val kissed Tyler again.
"See?" she
said. "The lipstick wasn't so bad after all. It doesn't come off when you
kiss."
"That's the
lipstick, not the three times Jamie will be doing inventory for me." Val's
reminder of the agreement was met with a sigh from Jamie as Tyler included,
"And the
seven ambulances you said you'd wash."
"But you
guys had a good time," pointed out Jamie. "So you should help."
"Dream on,"
laughed Val. "Dream on."
"Guys, my
curfew for tonight was twelve," Tyler told them, looking at his watch. "And it's
eleven forty-six."
"On your
mark…get set…go!"
The five
teens dashed towards their cars.
Lips
Lips
Lips
Well, THAT was certainly different than my usual ones.
THANK YOU Darkchilde, I know I used your idea without you responding to my e,
and I know I copied the first line, but here, here! DISCLAIMER that idea, first
line, and clubbing it belong to Darkchilde. Heck, the plot can belong to her
also. That okay? Sorry, but I sent the E last night and I wrote the fic today
so…there wasn't really much time. Sorry. I'll take it down from FF.N if ya
want, DC. Anyways, bye peoples!
---Ivy Leaves