Hey guys, it's Kat. This is my very first fanfiction, so I hope you all enjoy. I really don't mind flaming, as long as it's actually you know, like beneficial to me and not like "OH MY GOD YOUR STORY SUCKS SO I READ THE ENTIRE THING! FREAKING NOOB BURN IN A FIRE!" So please, tell me what you think! Give me ideas, too! I'd really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Four Brothers. Ka-duh. Although I have been known to own Jack after-hours…(I wish)
Isabel Adams looked into the mirror of her small bathroom and ran her flat iron through her eyelash-grazing bangs until they lay flat to her forehead, in contrast to the rest of her shoulder length, brown and red layered hair, which was teased and spiked in all directions. Isabel smiled into the mirror, smoothing the pieces of hair around her face and fluffing the rest. She lined her eyes with black liner and left the rest of her face bare. Isabel walked out of the house and locked the door behind her, stuffing the key into her bra. She pulled her sweater closer to her body to keep out the chill, and walked down to her favorite bar. Three streets over, Bobby Mercer walked from his mother's old house to his car and got in, driving to the same bar as Isabel.
"Come on, Izzy, you know you still want me." said a tall, thin, black haired man of about 22.
"Josh, I'm sorry, but I really don't. Please stop obsessing over me. Go away." Isabel said back, starting to turn, when Josh grabbed her wrist.
"I don't want to go away." He said with a smile. Isabel turned back around calmly and looked down at her wrist, hiding perfectly the terror that filled her head.
"Josh, let go," Isabel spoke slowly and clearly, "What will this accomplish?" Josh didn't care to hear what Isabel was saying, because as soon as she finished, he smashed his lips to hers. By the time she managed to get her face free, Josh had worked his hands under Isabel's shirt. Isabel started screaming for help, but no one seemed to notice. 'Oh God,' Isabel thought as josh managed to strip her of her pink sweater, ' I'm in the corner of a bar in a see though camisole, WHY isn't anyone helping me?' Isabel screamed again. This time, someone heard it.
Bobby Mercer lifted his head and scanned the bar. He swore that he heard someone scream earlier, and this time, he knew he did. Bobby spotted where the noise had come from and started walking towards it. "Jesus Christ." Bobby muttered when he saw what was going on. Without hesitation, Bobby grabbed Josh by his hair and slammed the side of his head into the bar's brick wall.
"Hey, you alright?" Bobby asked Isabel.
"I'll live." She said back, dusting off her sweater and putting it back on.
"You should get out of here before he comes to," Bobby said, giving the now unconscious josh a swift kick in his ribs, "I'm Bobby, by the way."
"Isabel. Just please, call me Izzy or Iz or something. My name is positively wretched." Isabel said, finally looking her savior in the eyes.
"Ok, Iz, would you like me to take you home?"
"That would be fabulous."
Bobby and Isabel walked in silence to Bobby's car. Iz slid into the passenger side and pulled out her cell phone.
"Shit," Iz said to Bobby as he slid into the car, "It's only 11:30pm."
"Yeah it's still pretty early, and now I have to waste my night taking a tiny little girl who can't defend herself home." Bobby said with a smirk. Iz punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Hey! I was only kidding! Where do you live?"
"Take a left at the next street, it's the blue house on the left."
"How old are you anyway?"
"I just turned 19."
"Aren't you a little young to be at a bar?"
"Aren't you a little old to be picking up teenagers?"
"Shut up." Bobby smirked at her.
" Neither of us are doing anything tonight, you want to hang out for a while?"
Bobby pulled into Isabel's driveway and turned to look at her.
"You were almost…taken advantage of… less than an hour ago and now you want to invite a total stranger into your house?" He questioned.
"I'll take the risk to have the company." Iz said flatly getting out of Bobby's car.
Iz reached into her bra and retrieved her house key, receiving an awkward look from Bobby.
"I always misplace my keys, and you can't lose your bra…well I guess I almost did." Iz finished weakly. She was starting to think about everything that had happened and was glad Bobby hadn't left.
She entered her house and flipped on the lights.
"Nice place." Bobby said, looking around Isabel's house.
"Thanks," Iz responded, "I think I'm going to jump in the shower. I feel…" she shuddered, "…unclean. Make yourself at home. I think I have some leftover takeout in the fridge if you're hungry."
Iz headed down the hall, stripping her clothes off and discarding them in the narrow pass to her bathroom. Bobby opened the fridge door and scoped out its contents. A half-empty bottle of milk, chocolate syrup, salad dressings, drawers of apples, oranges, tomatoes and carrots, and the takeout she told Bobby about. Bobby opened one of the three containers to find fried rice. "Good enough." He muttered. He dug around in the kitchen drawers until he ran across a fork. Bobby walked toward the living room, when he heard small sobs escape the bathroom. Bobby shook his head and waited for Isabel to come out of the shower.
Ten Minutes later, Bobby had finished the rice and Isabel finally walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a peach-toned towel. Bobby stood up and opened his arms.
"Iz, come over here."
Isabel didn't need to be told twice. She ran into Bobby's arms and started sobbing again. Bobby stroked her wet hair with one hand and wrapped the other around the girls trembling waist.
"Come on, Iz," Bobby said, walking her down the hall, looking in rooms to find her bedroom, "it will be ok, I promise."
Bobby found her bedroom at the end of the hall and walked in.
"You should change, I'll wait outside."
"Ok." Isabel muttered.
Some minutes later, Isabel exited her room in a pair of black sweatpants that were cut to mid-calf length and a red T-shirt that had several paint spatters on it. She pressed her back against the door and slid down to the floor, letting out a fresh wave of sobs.
"Ok, girly, here we go." Bobby said, picking up Isabel and taking her to her couch before sitting down with her in his lap. Isabel's sobs had seemed to calm into silent tears that she wiped onto Bobby's shirt. Isabel muttered something Bobby couldn't hear.
"What was that? Honey I think you need to come up for air."
Isabel lifted her head from Bobby's chest and looked him in the eyes, no longer crying.
"Kiss me."
"What? You can't be serious."
"I am dead serious, Bobby. Please, just…please."
"Isabel… I can't, you're only 19 and…"
"God Damn it Bobby, I'm begging you, just fucking kiss me."
Bobby hesitated for a moment, but then pressed his lips against Isabel's. Isabel wrapped her arms around Bobby's neck and leaned further into the kiss. There was something thrilling about kissing someone she had only met that night, especially someone so much older.
Bobby was the first to pull away.
"Iz, you're gorgeous, really, but I can't just sit here and take advantage of you…fuck, you're still so young, I'm sorry, I don't want you to do something you're going to regret." Bobby was standing now; Isabel was still on the couch.
"Bobby, I'm a big girl. I've lived on my own since I was 16. I've toughened up."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to risk hurting you."
"Then don't risk it. Do it." Iz smirked, "Bobby, do something…anything to me. Fast, slow, rough, gentle, I don't care. I want it. Fuck regrets. I won't have any."
Before Bobby could really comprehend what was just said to him, Iz pulled him back onto the couch and started to kiss him roughly again, pulling off his tear-soaked shirt and began to work at his belt.
Some time later (use your imagination, kiddies!), Iz wrapped herself in the yellow blanket laid over the back of her couch and stood up and started towards her bedroom, Bobby following her. Bobby sat down on the bed when Isabel jumped on top of him. She bit her bottom lip and ran a finger down his chest.
"Damn, no wonder crazy boy wanted you back." He said in a raspy voice.
Isabel leaned down and whispered into Bobby's ear.
"He never got any." She smirked and straddled Bobby.
"You're are crazy."
"You love it."