Sugar: Perfectionist
My first ever fanfic. It started off as a birthday present, but its progressed :P
Anyway, sadly… I do not own Lost, or anything at all, and they totally belong to their creators and genius people.
R&R pleaaaase!
Meeting Wayne
Kate smiled nervously to everyone as they eyed the blue pickup truck in her driveway. There was giggling floating through the open window of her house, and shadows dancing in the kitchen. Kate shuddered. What the hell now? Sawyer, Jack, Charlie, Claire, Shannon, Ana-Lucia, Sayid, Hurley and Libby all followed her gaze, watching in apprehension as she stepped warily up the pathway.
"Mom?" She called nervously, digging in her jeans pocket and unlocking the door. Her mother was teetering on the kitchen stool, her eyes too bright showing she had been drinking, and a man stood at the sink, his mouth curled in a smile. "Hey…" She began, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Are you uh…"
"Hello!" Her mother trilled, sliding off the stool and pulling her into a crushing hug.
"Mom!" Kate shrieked, aware that the whole group of her friends was behind her. "Ow!"
"Oops! Sorry…" She slurred, backing away and pulling at the man's sleeve. "This is Wayne!" She beamed, pointing to Kate's friends in a vague sense of introducing, although they had all heard Kate's grumbles about him for months.
"Hi." Jack smiled politely, followed by a gabble of Heys and Hellos.
"Hi, Katie…" He grinned, his voice slimy and over-confident.
"Kate." She scowled, the constant nickname getting on her last nerve.
"Oh right, sorry… Katie." Her face fell slightly, and she felt her friends bristle. Her mother, however seemed oblivious and was pouring another drink.
"Mom, I'm going to sleepover at Claire's…"
"Oh, no, not tonight… its school tomorrow."
"Its Friday, mom…"
"Oh… well… its ten o'clock, it's a bit late…"
"I told you about it yesterday." Kate lied, making it up as she went along. They had only decided on the sleepover an hour ago, so they all knew it. "You said I could."
"Oh… ok, then… bye then…"
"I gotta go get my stuff first, ma…" She bit, disgusted by her mother's slurred speech. "I'll be down in a minute." She smiled, her expression changing as she turned to face her friends. They nodded, and went back to watching Wayne and her mother.
"Me and Wayne are gonna go upstairs, cause… we're a bit tipsy!" She exclaimed, pulling Wayne towards the hallway. "So lock up the house, kay?"
"Yes." Kate bit. "One minute." She repeated, following the drunken pair upstairs. She turned the corner sharply, and tripped into her room, pulling out a bag and ransacking her wardrobe.
"So Katie…" A voice drawled out from the hall. "Lookin' beautiful as always…"
"Kate." She growled. "And you wanna let my mom hear you talking like that?" His arm shot out and taking a firm hold of her forearm. She tried to pull away gently, then harder, as his grip increased. "Get off." She murmured.
"No, baby… come on, your mommy's nothin' special, but you are…" He cocked her head to one side, and used his thumb to trace her lips.
"Get off!" She said louder, pulling away roughly and lunging down to pick up her bag. Wayne stood, cockily looking her up and down, before swaggering back into her mums bedroom. Kate shuddered, her eyes filling with involuntary tears. She let herself crumple to the floor, a single tear sliding down her face. She brushed it away harshly, why the hell was she acting like this? He hadn't done anything… he hadn't… she shuddered again, pulling herself to her feet and ramming the rest of her clothes into the blue bag, before hurrying back downstairs.
"You ok, Freckles?" Sawyer asked nervously, appearing by her side as she fumbled with the keys, ushering everyone out. "You look a bit-."
"I'm fine." She snapped, swinging the bag over her shoulder. "Just don't want to be in the room, while they…" She trailed of, shuddering at the graphic image it scrawled in her mind. Sawyer nodded, his face in a grimace.
"Yeah, I getcha." He smirked, taking the keys from her hands and locking the door himself. "There ya go."
"Thanks…" She breathed, pocketing them and turning to face the rest of the group. "Shall we go?"
"Bout time…" Ana growled, her expression changing instantly as she faced Jack. "You wanna stop off for burgers before we hit Claire's." Jack nodded, looking over at Claire for agreement, but realising she was deep conversation with Charlie.
"Dudes, they haven't spoken for like an hour. I have no idea what their talking about, but… woah… seems pretty deep. I heard something like "Guys can cry too." And "Feminine rights."… that's like… serious." Sawyer eyed the couple nervously disgusted at his friend's ability to start a conversation that actually involved feelings, then gave another peek at Kate, who was staring blankly ahead.
"You sure your alright?" He asked softly, slipping away from the gaggle of teens a few steps ahead and lagging behind with Kate.
"Yeah…"
"Wayne?" He asked knowingly. "He said somethin' again?"
"No, he just… damn I hate him!" She yelped suddenly, slapping her hand against her side knocking Sawyer's arm away by accident. "Sorry…" She added.
"Well, like ya said…she's bound ta chuck him sooner or later."
"Or him her." Kate added brightly. "I don't think he can stand just screwing one woman… urgh…" She muttered, shuddering again and making Sawyer snigger.
"You'll understand one day…" He said deliberately, earning a soft whack.
"Shut up." She muttered darkly, linking arms with him non the less to keep out the biting cold. "Damn its cold."
"I know, that's why…" He said impressively, spinning her round to show her the big yellow arch. "We're stopping at McDonalds on the way."
"That was Ana's idea. Not yours." Kate smirked, letting him pull her inside to catch up with the rest of them. The light blared down, making Kate wince slightly, she'd been fighting a headache all day, and this wasn't helping.
"Want your usual?" Sawyer murmured.
"Yup." Kate smiled, letting Sawyer steer her into the seat were the girls were waiting.
"See ya in a minute, Freckles." He smiled. Kate shuffled up next to Shannon, letting her friends feather blonde hair tickle her nose.
"Hey." She murmured, being greeted by her friends grins. "The guys getting' your meals then?"
"Yep, Sawyer getting yours?"
"Yep." She smiled, tucking her hair out of her eyes and looking round, Sawyer and Jack were yet again talking heatedly. It seemed like that pair hated each other… "Damn Shannon…" She muttered, seeing her friend reach an arm out to pick up a straw. "Your… have you lost weight?"
"No." She smiled brightly, looking slightly pleased. "I just used a new moisturiser."
"A new moisturiser doesn't make you lose five pounds over a week…" She exclaimed, plucking at her friends clothing. "Damn, Shannon!" She repeated.
"Oh for godsake Kate, you don't have to worry, your so thin anyway." She laughed nervously.
"Shannon I-… you've… never mind." She sighed, as Sayid placed Shannon's salad in front of her.
"Have been crying?" Claire asked softly and quickly, before the rest of the guys came back from the counter. "Your eyes look kind of-."
"No." She bustled. "Just cold outside, y'know…"
"There ya go, Freckles." Sawyer smiled, handing Kate her cheeseburger. "Least you've got a bigger appetite than Sticks over there."
"Sawyer!" She hissed, still worried by her friends striking appearance. "Thanks." Jack swooped over Kate's head, placing the meal in front of Ana. Her flirtatious behaviour made Kate practically cringe, as she batted her eyelashes in the most un Ana-Lucia way ever.
"There you go." Hurley grinned, placing Libby's meal in front of her, as Charlie did the same with Claire. "Enjoy." Libby smiled shyly up at him, her toffee blonde hair shimmering as she moved her head.
"Looks like Moon Beam's got herself a date." Sawyer smirked, mussing Kate's hair up slightly. She grimaced and shrugged him off, flattening her curls down immediately.
"Don't." She snapped, smirking at him non the less as he helped, combing her hair down too.
"Sorry, Freckles." He chuckled, nuzzling her nose with his and making her blush. They were only friends, but very, very close ones.
"I think I'll live." She giggled, taking a chip and nibbling at it absentmindedly. "Jus' don't do it again."
"Hey Col!" Sawyer yelled suddenly, spinning away from Kate. "Come over here!" The blonde at the cash register turned round, a sickly smile plastered on her face.
"Hey… Sawyer." She purred, leaving her friend to pay for the meals and waltzing over to the group on onlookers.
"I wondered if you wanted to come back to mine?" Kate gaped at the pair, as Sawyer flicked her nose goodbye and stood up, not waiting for her answer. "Bye guys." He smirked, as Colleen linked arms with him, and they sauntered out of the restaurant. Leaving Colleen's friend looked very pissed off at the register, brandishing a limp kids meal. Kate stared after them, bemused at how easily Sawyer could pull. At sixteen, he was hardly shy with the girls, and a lot of the girls were hardly shy with him… she knew coming back to mine, basically meant sex, and often, when Sawyer played with her hair, or gave her the big bear hugs she had grown so used to, she wondered how he could be loving and caring towards her, yet treat the girls he slept with, so carelessly, in an almost detached manner. Charlie waved a hand across her face, attempting to snap her out of her reverie.
"Woah, earth to Kate, Sawyer's bum's not that great." He grinned as she blushed deeply, fiddling about with the greasy chips on her plate.
"No seriously, your like… practically a couple, but… like… not." Hurley stammered, as Libby's shoulder touched his.
"We're just good friends… he's like my brother." She smiled, hoping to god that was why she felt desperately jealous of the skinny blonde stalking her way across the car park, her skirt noticeably ruffled, her arm linked with Sawyer's.
"Yeah, your brother who you'd like to-."
"Charlie!" Claire exclaimed, her bubbly Australian accent catching his attention. "If Kate says she doesn't fancy him… then she doesn't…" Her voice sounded slightly uncertain as she shot Kate a sideways glance.
"Well I think its romantic." Shannon smirked, cosying up to Sayid further. "Friends first!"
"Shan!" Kate exclaimed, blushing worse than ever now, letting her hair hand down across her face. "Shut up!"
"Ok, ok… should we just pack up our food and take it back to mine?" Claire asked, standing up and adjusting her jeans. Everyone nodded, scooping up their cartons and boxes, and making their way in the cold autumn air, back to Claire's house.
"Ok, ok…" Shannon exclaimed, rolling her eyes dramatically and flopping down on the bed. "Yes. Well tell Sabrina I'm not going to be back until tomorrow… well how dare she!? Put her on, Boone… no, no I've had enough. The spiteful bitch has it in for me, and now's her chance to… BITCH!" She shrieked, making a sleepy Kate jump slightly. Hurley snickered, as she rubbed her eyes blinking in the sudden noise.
"Who's she talking 'bout?" She slurred.
"Sabrina." Jack muttered, clearly tired of the blonde's shrill voice. "She's read her diary or something…"
"YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Shannon practically shrieked. "YOUR NOT MY MOM!"
"Don't we all know it…" Claire groaned, as Kate's eyes drooped again. "Kate, are you sure you ok? Your zoning out on us…"
"Fine, I'm just tired." She laughed, flicking her hair back and resting against the back of the sofa. "Um… was I asleep?"
"Yeah." Jack said fondly, covering his emotions well and leaning back on his palms. "You were completely out of it. You didn't even move."
"Yeah, you were like a doll." Hurley smirked, his eyes wide in honesty, making Kate blush slightly.
"Sorry…" She muttered, rubbing her eyes again and looking round the room at the teenagers sprawled on the carpet. "How long was I-."
"Fifteen minutes." Claire smiled, stretching slightly and running her fingers through her hair. "An a bit." Shannon let out another disgruntled squeal, as a loud knock echoed through the house. Seeing as Kate was nearest the door, she clambered to her feet, brushing the popcorn off her lap and made her way through the hall, signalling to Claire she had it. She could see a blonde blur through the hazy window, and smiled gently. Sawyer had obviously skipped out on his night of wild fun and decided to join them again, but the smile she had plastered over her face slipped off as she opened the door, and a bloody Sawyer collapsed into her, knocking her off her feet and onto the floor.