(A/N: Hello, hello! Ok I wrote this fan fiction because misfits inspired me especially, ofcourse, Nathan Young. I do not own ANYTHING although I wish I did… or be in it for that matter… ok umm I will say in advance sorry for any grammatical errors and all that. I haven't slept yet and I need lots and lots of coffee so my head is still buzzing with thoughts. I'm sorry for useless words that I'm babbling right now. Ok so, carry on! Please enjoy!)
Chapter one: Oh bloody hell
Howling Wolf's Smokestack lightning playing in the background…
'Oh. Oh yeah, give it to me… yeah… come on, baby.'
That's what was in my head seeing Nathan Young rubbing suntan lotion all over his thigh.
"Oh, you fucking, sexy, Irish motherfucker!"
I was about to cum with Nathan biting his lip, friskily rubbing his right thigh.
"Hey, honey. It's time for din-ner…"
My mom said suddenly barging in while I was about to hit my load.
I had a second to hit the pause button with Nathan's ass all over the screen, him rubbing suntan lotion all over it.
"Amelia Jacques! What the hell are you doing?" She asked.
Obviously, she had put two and two together.
"Mom! Don't you knock? You're invading my privacy here!"
She grabbed the remote from my hand and turned the TV off and turned to me.
'Oh fuck. Here we go again…' I thought sighing while rolling my eyes.
You remember that awkward moment where your mom sits down with you and gives you that birds and the bees talk? Well… my mom is different.
"Honey," She started while sitting down beside me. "Masturbating isn't something to be ashamed of… Well, it is considering you're 19, still don't have a boyfriend… Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"MOM!" I shouted while changing into my underwear and putting on my jeans and shirt that I grabbed from the floor.
"What? Really… It's just that you're a pretty girl. There must be a guy that's interested in you… Are you gay?"
She asked while following me through the door. Dad was in the hallway obviously hearing the last part with a confused look on his face.
I just shook my head and walked pass by him.
"I don't think I'll be eating dinner. I'll be out." I said not caring what they'll say as I got my keys from the hook and walked out the door.
"Fuck." I said in front of my steering wheel having a moment to breathe and turned the key in the ignition.
'Mental note: I HAVE got to fix the lock on my door.'
OOO
Music was blaring all around me as I was taking a sip of my beer.
I glanced at my friend who was making a face. I can't figure out if she's about to go to the bathroom or laugh out loud because of what I told her.
I wish it was the bathroom face.
I took another swig of my beer… a long one.
"You fucka!" was all I can make out in the middle of her laughter.
"Are you done?"
Nope… She still kept going and aside from the blaring music that could deafen every person around here, she still caught people's attention who ended up looking at us. Eyes moving back and forth like a tennis tournament.
I ended up slamming my beer bottle down, liquid spewing from the bottle and gave her a look.
"What?" I said coldly. Apparently out of patience and annoyed.
Christie calmed herself down and opened her mouth which I wish she didn't
'Me and my big mouth.'
"You masturbated all over that Nathan guy and your mum still thought you were gay?" She shouted over the music.
I just pretended I didn't hear her and took another long drink.
"Seriously, mate. Your mum has got a point. You're at your age to be datin', yeah? Why don't you have a boyfriend?" She took a drink of her beer. "At least, have a shag now and then to pacify those sexual urges of yours."
"Dude. Seriously. I can get this talk with my mom. I thought I went out with my friend to have fun?"
Christie just shrugged and took another drink of her beer.
I started to play with my bottle. I just couldn't explain myself to a drunken, drugged out Christie. It's not that I don't like guys, it's just that I haven't found the right one… and the right one for me is an Irish, wimpy, asshole who doesn't give a fuck about anyone other than himself and the only gesture he knows is moving his hand back and forth.
I drank the remaining contents of my bottle and gestured for another one.
"That's what's wrong with you, Lia. You spend all your time watching reruns and fantasizin' over that green-eyed bloke. It's just fiction, yeah? You should get a life… at least, get one… …."
She kept going on and on and as I was drowning out everything she said all I can think of was that 'green-eyed bloke'.
Yes. Those green eyes. Those big pools of olive green you can see yourself falling into with his big dark eyebrows complementing them whenever he changes his facial expression, the mop of hair that looks so soft to touch… and those lips-.
"Oi!"
"What!?" I snapped back to reality and realized my friend is looking at me all weird like.
"You need a man." Was all she said then grabbed me and lead me to the dance floor. I barely had time to finish my beer.
OOO
The dance floor was crowded with people jumping up and down to the beat of the techno music blaring off of the speakers. I was actually having fun while fixing the strap of my bra every now and then because it was slipping off my shoulder while Christie was jumping up and down with her hear down and one hand up in the air.
A few minutes passed and there were a group of guys dancing with us.
I whispered to Christie that I was just going to the bar to cool off.
Apparently, she was having too much fun to give a shit to what I have to say. I didn't mind as I made my way to the bar evading people as I passed by.
I ordered another beer, gesturing to the bartender while leaning on the glowing counter with both of my arms crossed and looked up at three flat screen TVs that were on. One on the left was on Discovery Channel, the one in the middle is on the sports channel and the one on the right was news. They were all muted. The news channel caught my eye with a woman talking about something with a picture at her side of rolling thunder clouds and a bit of lightning. Suddenly, I felt light-headed, my vision was getting all blurry.
'What the fuck?' I thought holding the counter with one hand and my other hand holding my head. I tried to shake it off but everything went blank.
OOO
I woke up just as I had passed out. I swear I passed out. I looked around, people were still dancing. The bartender was grabbing my drink and the news was the same as I saw it before; thunder clouds rolling in with a bit of lightning.
'That's odd.'
I shook it off. I grabbed my drink from the bartender and handed him some money. Taking a swig of my beer, I tried to look up again but instead turned to Christie's voice calling out to me. She was with a couple of guys making their way towards me.
"This is Emmitt and Dean."
"Drake." Dean corrected Christie.
She just stared at him with her what look then continued, "I like Dean better." She said then stepped closer to me.
"You should take Emmitt. I think he is more your type." She whispered in my ear then moved back and gave me a wink.
"Well, then. I'll be going home with Dean,"
"Drake."
"see you tomorrow! Kiss kiss." She said blowing a kiss and left with Dean following behind her… leaving me with this guy. I took another drink of my beer. A long one.
Emmitt was quiet. We just stood there looking at the waves of silhouettes moving to the music.
I leaned in tip-toeing to his somewhat 6ft. stature to whisper in his ear.
"Wanna get out of here?"
He nodded.
I finished the remaining contents of my beer then left.
OOO
His lips were all over me.
I mean he wasn't that bad looking and he smelled nice too… His tongue right now just could resemble my golden retriever when I was 5, just lapping around.
"Um, wait… Wait. Emmitt." I said trying to push him away.
"What? What's wrong? If you're worried I'm going to get you pregnant, don't. I have this!" He said while showing me his condom that he got out from his back pocket.
"Uh, yeah. I can see you brought a condom." I said smiling at him while I patted him on his shoulder.
"But I'm not feeling it right now. I'm sorry…" I said giving him my most apologetic look and tried to move away from under him and grabbed my shirt from under the seat of the car.
He straightened up and put his shirt back on and zipped up his pants. I can still see his throbbing member through it.
As we got out of the back seat, I heard him say, "Fucking bitch. You're just a fucking tease."
"Yeah? I wouldn't want to have sex with a guy who has a salivary gland problem anyway!" I shouted as he strode off and I continued as I moved to the driver's seat, "And your breath stinks like my golden retriever after eating his own shit!"
His breath didn't smell like shit. I just said that because I was mad.
I started the ignition, slammed my steering wheel with a growl and sped off.
OOO
It was raining really hard as I got home and thunder was booming as I was getting the keys out of my pocket. I opened the door and closed it as gently as I could. As soon as I tip-toed to my room and locked the door, I let out a deep, really deep breath and closed my eyes while resting my head on the door.
I let go of the door handle and walked over to my bed. I took off my shirt and threw it on the floor and grabbed the remote that was on my nightstand. Thunder was still booming outside and rain splattered all over my window.
'Hmm… TV won't turn on.'
I pressed the button again. The light on the remote blinked but no TV still.
"What the hell…"
I made my way towards the TV and pushed the button to turn it on. But as I did, I felt a shock from my finger moving up to the rest of my body. A crack like a huge lightning sounded all together. I flung from the TV set to the end of my room as my TV exploded. The screen was cracked and there was smoke coming out from the back and speaking of back, there was pain all over mine. I tried to stand up slowly, finding balance with my hand on my cabinet and the other holding my head. Apparently, my head had cushioned my brain when I hit the corner that was in between my cabinet and the door. I shook myself trying to visualize the darkness that is now my room. A little bit of lightning helped while making silhouettes of the objects in my room but there was one silhouette I don't remember having which was in between my bed and my busted TV set.
I slowly moved to my left and found the switch of my lamp and flicked it on.
I blinked once… twice…
"I think I might have a concussion." I said to myself while staring unblinkingly at the form in front of me.
"Hey!" The person said bewildered as I was.
Nathan Young, with all his 6ft., bouffant haired stature was in my bedroom. The Nathan Young. No. Not Robert Sheehan but the one and only Nathan Young and he was now looking at something else other than my face.
"Well, hey…" He said giving me that goofy smirk of his while putting his hands on his hips.
I quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor and put it on.
And as quickly as that, he remembered he isn't where he should be.
"Hey!" He said again angrily this time while pointing a finger at me, his other hand still resting on his hip (the one with the star tattoo).
"Who are you and why'd you bring me here!" He shouted and I quickly ran over to him and covered his mouth, muffling the sound still omitting from it.
"Shhhhh!Damn it!"
Knowing how paper thin walls could be, I tried to keep him silent the best way I could… I kissed him.
It was an amazing kiss. Like the ones you see on old movies that just capture your heart and makes time stop. This was different from seeing him kiss Kelly or that Ruth woman who turned young in the first season. This was… well, basically, not what I imagined.
I felt him loosen up a bit as his hands found its way to my waist. His finger tips sent goose bumps all over my body when it made its way to caress my skin just above the hem of my low rise jeans. I found myself falling into him as my arms snaked above his shoulders and pulled him closer.
It felt like forever but actually it only lasted for a minute. Because that's how long it takes my parents to arrive at my door. My door knob moved followed by a knock.
"Honey! Honey! What's happening? We heard a loud sound in your room."
I was expecting that.
The other thing I was expecting was my parents knew how to open my door because my lock is busted.
'Oh bloody hell.' I thought while I ended the kiss as my door swung open and my mom and dad seeing me holding this guy with his hands still around my waist. I was expecting the inevitable.
"Hey, what happened to your TV?" My dad blurted out.
The Rapture – Echoes (Misfits soundtrack)
(A/N: So, what did you think? Please review… it just takes seconds of your time. Chapter two will be up tomorrow. Or if I feel like it, earlier than that. Thank you for your time… Later days!)