A/N: Here is the sequel to Kissing is Addictive. I've bumped the rating up to M for reasons which will soon be apparent. This has also been approved by Sodapop765 so no worries people. If you all like these little one shots and ficlets then maybe I'll do a longer one. Enjoy!
Touching, in Alice's opinion, was the most amazing thing in the world. She was in her room watching the sunset beyond the trees. Downstairs her parents were making dinner together. She wondered if they ever kissed like she and Roach kissed. If they ever touched and like she and Roach touched? If the want which coursed through her veins had ever inhabited them as well? What this feeling even was! She went away from her window sat down on her bed facing the TV. There was something on channel 11 on about the animals of the rainforest. Normally she'd be engrossed in something like this, cramming eveyr single piece of information about the world into her mind. Now Roach dominated her thoughts…more so than normal.
"What's the matter with me?" said Alice softly to herself. Now Roach was gone but the heat they had generated within her was still there. It was like the last embers of a roaring fire except she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be put out.
"You want the long or the short version?" asked her big sister Debbie from the doorway. Alice sat up more rigidly, like she did when Mommy would enter the room. Alice knew what she was doing was bad and she didn't want these people, her real parents, to know and then get rid of her. She certainly didn't want to go back to Mommy and Daddy. Besides, with them being in jail such a thing would be impossible.
"Hello, Debbie." Said Alice. Debbie strode through her two years younger sister's room like she owned the place and plopped down unceremoniously next to Alice on the bed. Alice felt uncomfortable, as if Debbie could see into her thoughts like Mommy said she could and then see how bad she had been with Roach.
"Oh my God you will not believe what happened today! Ok, so me and Donna were, like, totally just hanging out at Dairy Queen you know, minding our own business, when…ugh! Rose Merril comes strolling in, you remember Rose, the ugly slut who stole Donna's one and only. Well she just comes strolling in with him and sits in the table right behind us!" said Debbie quickly. Alice nodded and tried to follow the details. She liked hearing about Debbie's day, the world was so interesting and Debbie was her window to it.
"That's bad?" said Alice. She knew how Donna must have felt, when she thought Roach died it had left a gaping hole where her heart used to be. To have another girl steal your one and only…well then that must have been hell. Still, at least they hadn't sat in the table with Debbie and Donna. That would have been terrible.
"See, even you know that's a bitch move! You can see that and you're, like, a total Martian when it comes to people." Said Debbie kicking off her gel sandals. This was one of the reasons she liked Alice; even though she was kidnapped and held prisoner away from the world she still instinctively knew the important things…even if her sense of style was questionable.
"Sorry." Said Alice looking down. Debbie playfully nudged her on the shoulder.
"It's not your fault, remember? You were like, two, when you got kidnapped. I'd have done something but I was only four at the time. Anyway she sits right there, looks right at Donna, and says 'Sorry about your crazy brother' in the most absolutely bitchiest tone I've ever heard." Said Debbie
"What did Donna do?" asked Alice. She hoped Donna hit the other girl, nobody got away with insulting Roach. He was the most amazingly, wonderfully, perfect, person in the world.
"She took a sip of her milkshake, turned that stupid camera she's always lugging around on, pointed it right at the slut, and said 'I hope you're talking about my ten year old brother Morgan and not my fifteen year old mute and abused brother David Jr. because it's one thing to pick on a little kid because at least he can verbally defend himself, unlike my mute, mutilated, and abused little brother.' Then she totally just got up and walked out. I flipped them off and then we kicked it around some other places. What'd you do today?" asked Debbie. Alice stammered and blushed before focusing her attention back onto the TV.
"Ooh! Allie's been a bad, bad, girl. Do tell, baby sister, do tell." Said Debbie getting too close for comfort. When Alice tried to focus on the TV Debbie just turned it off. She wanted to know what happened and who it happened with. Allie deserved a little happiness today.
"Roach came over today…" said Alice. She knew, objectively, that telling would be bad but she could never keep things to herself when asked a direct question. Lies of omission were just as bad as regular lies to Mommy and Daddy.
"Ooh! Allie and David Jr., alone in this big, empty house all day. How far did you let him get?" asked Debbie. From what she could tell David Cullen Jr., otherwise known as Roach, wasn't like the other guys and not just because he was missing his tongue. He didn't just care about getting in Allie's pants, or rather up her dress, he cared about her as a person. He stayed in that house, took a bullet, and then jumped out of a two story window into a shallow pond for her. Yeah…look up the perfect boyfriend in the dictionary or whatever and you'd see his picture.
"Well, we kissed a lot…" said Alice. Debbie then looked closely at her baby sister and noticed the messed up makeup.
"Go on." Said Debbie. She had some Cherry Garcia ice cream in the freezer for when Allie finally popped hers. Alice played with the fabric of her dress…she wasn't sure how Debbie would react to her being bad. Maybe not badly at all because she and Donna had been bad with boys before.
"…he touched me." Said Alice. Debbie squealed and kicked her legs in the air with, what Alice assumed, was happiness.
"I am so happy for you! See, it's not bad at all, is it? And you know what?" said Debbie already planning on making cherry Sundays for them.
"What?" asked Alice timidly. Debbie could be just as scary when she was happy as she could when she was angry. Not that Debbie's anger had ever been directed at her, though.
"It's not bad for a girl to like being touched either. Where exactly did he…?" said Debbie motioning to Alice's body. Alice somehow managed to turn the exact same shade of red as a perfectly ripened tomato.
"My face, mostly, and my arms and back." said Alice. Debbie put her thoughts of Sundays to a halt. She blew a lock of errant, brown hair out of her face. Oh Allie…poor, poor, Allie.
"Nowhere else?" asked Debbie. Alice shook her head no. Debbie looked almost disappointed for some reason.
"Well, did you want him to touch you in any specific place? Did anywhere feel like it wanted to be touched?" asked Debbie in her best 'I'm listening, I'm understanding, and I'm not judging voice.' She had heard her parents use that a million times before so she thought she got it down pretty well.
"I felt…I mean there was…like a heat or a wanting. I wanted him to touch…well bad places. Please don't tell real mother and father!" said Alice. Debbie got a mock thoughtful look on her face and she rubbed her chin, deep thought style.
"Nah, I think they can live good, long lives, without knowing about this. Oh and Allie?" said Debbie. Alice looked up and met her big sister's eyes which were filled with amusement.
"What?" asked Alice. Debbie got a very serious look on her tanned, perfectly made up face…in her opinion at least.
"Every girl, no woman, has those parts. They're not bad and neither is wanted him to touch them. If he makes you do anything you're not one hundred percent sure about doing then that would be wrong. Otherwise follow your instincts and tell me how it goes and I won't tell mom and dad, I promise. Now let's see if there's any decent food around here." Said Debbie. Alice smiled and nodded. She wasn't one hundred percent sure about the whole, it not being bad thing, but it was nice to have someone on her side.