Ohh Lacey; Mini Series Chapter 1 :) This is Lacey and John back in highschool guys. This happened before ALL of my fics so don't be confused :) enjoy :D
45 days. 45 days until John left me for ASU and didn't know if I'd ever see him again. I dreaded this day. The last day of high school, that is, well John's last day. I was done with sophomore year and happy about it. The fact that John was done with senior year was what scared me.
I sat and watched the ticking clock in last period history and nervously anticipated the bell to ring. I wanted school to be over and I definitely wanted summer but I didn't want the John Oh that was waiting for me outside of the classroom door to not be there next year. But I couldn't delay the clock and neither could John. The bell rang and I felt the lump in my throat start to form. I hopped out of my desk and started for the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone fumbling towards me and I hesitated to take my next step. Sadly it was too late, their body crashed into my and I stumbled a few steps before I caught my balance. Flipping my dark cherry main out of my face I looked to see who had impaled me.
His gorgeous hazel eyes gazed up at me as he stuttered an apology and I shook my head assuring him it was nothing. Reaching down to pick up his back pack I noticed his iPod had drifted a few feet away in the fall. I grabbed it and coiled the headphones back up.
"Thanks," he sighed as I handed the nano to the shaking boy. I felt my cheeks redden as our hands brushed and I looked up to study his expression. He cleared his throat and slipped his backpack back on his back.
"Have a good summer, John." I sauntered away and left John standing the middle of the history room. John Ohh was waiting for me in the door way with his phone in hand. He was furiously texting as I approached him but stopped as he realized I was now at his side. Smiling down at me he slipped his phone in his pocket and peered into the classroom.
"What were you and Gomez talking about?" he asked, grabbing my hand.
"You didn't just see what happened?" I replied, "We collided."
Just as John slipped out of the doorway behind us my John pulled me into a passionate kiss. Tingles sent down my body and I grabbed his side. We pulled apart and John's eyes sent daggers down the hallway.
"You know it really takes the meaning of the kiss away if you're just doing it to piss off John," I mumbled as I let go of his side.
"I'm sorry," John chuckled, "I just think it's funny fucking with the kid, he's been like obsessed with you since you were 12."
"Excuse me," I slapped his arm, "don't talk about John like that. We're friends, and he is not obsessed with me! And what do you care anyway, I've been obsessed with you since I was 8."
John smiled wide and caressed my side, "Well I'm obsessed with you too Lacey." He winked and bent down to kiss me. I turned my head to the side last minute and let out a small laugh.
"It's getting a little creepy with all this 'obsessed' talk; can I just say I love you, John?"
John cleared his throat and spun me around to lead me down the hallway. Once again he had avoided "the L word." That was one thing I hated about us. It was like he was afraid to tell me he loved me, I knew he did. Of course he did, we had been in love since I was 8 and he was 10. I knew my John my whole life. I trusted his more than anyone. I just wish he trusted me enough to tell me he loved me.
We stepped outside and the Arizona sun beat down on my skin. John wrapped his arm around my side and we strutted towards the senior lot.
"So what's it feel like?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he replied, shading his eyes from the sun.
"What's it feel like to be free? Free from this place, free from this town?"
"I don't feel any different than I did yesterday, I guess now I'm officially a college student though."
My throat began to tighten at the mention of college. John knew I didn't want him to go and that was one of the main reasons he had stayed in Arizona. He wanted to go out of state for college but both of us knew that wouldn't have worked.
"I'll never be officially free though," John began, "I'll always have you back here."
"Well I'm sorry I'm tying you down," I mumbled as I marched faster towards the car.
"Lacey! Lacey, that's not what I meant!" John called after me. I heard what he was saying but I kept going. I didn't want to have to deal with it and I defiantly didn't want John to see I was on the verge of tears. As soon as he touched me I wouldn't have any control of them. That's all John needed, a crying sophomore (junior?) stomping through the senior parking lot to his car on his last day of school. I wasn't about to embarrass him.
I reached the car and leaned up against the passenger door. John was a little while back fiddling in his pockets for the keys. His black BMW was so hot my butt was nearly on fire before I realized someone was trying to get my attention.
"Hey Lacey!" Stephen waved his hand in front of my face and I snapped out of my trance.
"Oh hey sorry Stephen," I replied, "I'm just spacing out."
"I can see that," Stephen laughed, "you all right?"
"I'm fine," I assured him, "it's just the last day of school you know."
"I feel ya," Stephen shook his head, "hey uh, have you seen John? I was supposed to give him a ride home, but I can't find him."
"Uh yeah, we had history together last period. Last time I saw him was after class, we kinda bumped into each other."
Stephen smirked and glanced over the parking lot again, "well if you see him tell him to call me, because if he doesn't need a ride then I'm just going straight to Max's for the party."
"Max is having a party?" I asked, John hadn't mentioned a party. Max was one of John's best friends there was no way he wasn't invited.
"Yeah, it's his big end of the year blowout," Stephen began to explain, "it's supposed to be from like right after school until like midnight."
"A ten hour party?" I exclaimed.
"Well yeah," Stephen shrugged, "a lot of us are never going to see each other again."
Before I could reply John finally reached the car and hit unlock on the little remote. Stephen slightly waved and hopped in his car. Starting it up, he rolled down the window and leaned towards me. "Remember, if you see John tell him to call me."
"Got cha," I replied as he slowly drove away.
"Lacey," John sighed, "why'd you take off?"
"I don't know John. Maybe because you basically told me that I was the only think holding you back from being free! It's like I'm your anchor or something, I'm sorry I'm delaying your life John."
"Lacey are you insane?" John exclaimed, "You're an anchor or any of that shit. You're not delaying my life, you are my life."
That was the first time John had ever said anything like that. It stunned me for a second before it finally sunk in.
"What did you say?"
"I said you're my life, Lacey. You're the only thing holding me back from being free because I'm not free unless I'm with you. You're the only thing that matters to me. You always have been."
"Come here," I whispered before I pulled him into a tight hug. Nestling my head into his chest I breathed in his aroma and lightly tapped his chest my right hand.
"I can hear your heart beat," I whispered.
"What it sound like?" John asked.
"Kinda like thump, thump, thump. It's pretty relaxing," I replied. I grabbed his wrists and instructed his to bend his hands into two claws. I pushed his hands together and held up the heart it made. I made the very same heart with my hands and gently wrapped my heart around his. It surrounded his face as I kissed the area between his thumb and his index finger.
"This heart it beats beats for only you." John lightly sang.
"You are not serenading my with my favorite Paramore song," I laughed as I pulled away from his chest.
"Maybe I am," John smiled and I reached up to kiss him.
"You are amazing John O'Callaghan," I whispered, our lips still touching from time to time.
After a few more kisses we finally got in the car and took off towards John's house. He didn't live that far from the school but it felt like the longest drive of my life. Because I knew it was going to be the last time John and I would leave the school together.
We pulled in the driveway and John shifted the car into park. The driveway was empty and it was pretty obvious no one was home. No one was ever home after school.
"So when were you going to tell me about this party?" I asked before I even reached to open the door.
John leaned back in his seat and tossed the keys in his pocket, "so you heard about Max's thing."
"Yeah, I did."
"I didn't think you'd want to go," John replied, "all the guys are going to be there and there's going to be drinking."
"I drink John, and I love the guys, why would you think I didn't want to go?"
"I don't know," John shrugged, "we can go if you want, but I kinda wanted it to be just us tonight."
He sounded so sincere I didn't know if he was being honest or just trying to get himself out of a lie. I chose to believe him and hopped out of the car, but if he made me regret it, I was going to kick his ass.
Walking around to the back door, we slipped through the gate and walked right in the sliding glass doors to the kitchen. They were always unlocked and John always forgot his house keys.
Just as I had expected, the house was deserted and John marched towards the living room. I threw open the fridge and grabbed us two cokes. There was a note on the fridge marked "John," written in his mother's handwriting.
"John!" I called, "your mom left a note!"
He came shuffling to the kitchen and I handed him his coke as he ripped the note of the refrigerator door.
"'John, your father and I went to an art show in Phoenix. Be home by 8. There's money down stairs for pizza.' Score!" John crinkled the note and tossed it in the trash.
"That was pretty nice of your mom," I said before taking a sip of coke.
"What? The money or the fact that she trusts us alone until 8?"
I nearly choked on my coke as I processed what John had said. "John, I…"
"God, keep your panties on, I was kidding."
"Oh right, cause you want me to keep my panties on," I replied, hopping up on the counter.
"Well, feel free to take them off if you insist," John joked as he stood between my legs.
"HA HA very funny," I murmured, wrapping my legs around him.
"So what do you want to do today?" John asked, "I think the panties off idea was a good one, but we still have plenty of time to brainstorm."
"Okay, I have an idea. I'm going to go upstairs and you wait down here. And when I come back downstairs, I won't have a single item of my clothes on. Sound fun?"
"Sounds lovely," John exclaimed backing away from the counter, "please proceed."
"Okay," I replied, "I'll be right back."
"Take your time!" he called after me as I ran up the stairs. I pushed his room door open and I quickly began ripping all my clothes off. Pulling John's dresser drawer open I grabbed a shirt and a snug pair of jeans. I threw them on and slipped on John's converses. Checking in the mirror, I gave a twirl and was surprised I actually looked cute in John's clothes. I could totally pull off the tom-boy look.
Marching back down the stairs I called to him, "ready?"
"Oh hell yes!" I heard him reply, guessing he was in the living room. I passed through the kitchen and found him sitting on the couch facing the TV. I walked up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Are you sure you're ready?" I purred.
"Oh god yes," John replied, wigging in his seat.
I climbed over the edge of the couch and kept my hands over his eyes. Sitting down on his lap I planted a kiss on his lips and finally let off his eyes.
His face lit up and soon fell as he realized the trick I had pulled.
"You bitch!" he exclaimed, "I can't believe you got me."
"I said I wasn't going to be wearing my clothes; I never said anything about yours."
"You're good, Lacey Monroe."
"You're better," I cooed before pulling him into a kiss. We fell sideways over on the couch and I ran my fingers threw his hair and he kissed down my neck.
His hands wandered down my body and soon reached the fly of his jeans. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away.
"Come on Lacey," he pleaded, "why are you so afraid to do anything?"
"Why are you so scared to tell me you love me?"
