DISCLAIMER: Lords of Dogtown characters don't belong to me. I do, however, own Kathryn, Shoe, Racecar, their parents, and Jackson.
(A/N: This was to be a short story but then I guess it just blossomed into a full-on story so it'll probably be short by the time I'm done with it. This was just to clear my writer's block for my other story and then I guess it got a bit out of hand.)
What If I Said
Chapter 1: Kiss and Tell
My mind is screaming a thousand warnings at me, firing them one after another. "Kiss her, kiss her…" Every single one of our friends chant, crowded around us. His hand is on the small of my back supporting me, holding me up. My mind is screaming NO, DON'T, this isn't good, this is wrong, stop, stop, stop… His lips are on mine. I'm kissing back. NOOOOOOOOOOOO, what if he finds out dummy you'll be murdered, you're not allowed to date, you idiot… My hands are tangled in his hair. He smells of the ocean, Dial soap, and peppermint with a tinge of smoke. His hair is so long and so very blonde and his lips are so soft and his kiss is so gentle and insistent and I'm losing myself… his tongue is touching my bottom lip, silently begging me, now it's in my mouth, the crowd is cheering, everything's a blur… you idiot you're gonna be killed your father will find out and he'll murder you, he'll know about this, he'll go after Stacy… my mind is past turning back, I can't escape this, I don't want to… oh but I must, I must! I want to live; I haven't seen the world yet like I planned! My mind shuts up and I just mindlessly kiss him before my sanity comes back and we have to stop for the sake of oxygen deprivation.
My eyes pop open, he's looking at me for a reaction. His sea-blue turquoise eyes are laughing and dancing and we're both smiling and Jay's hugging me from behind like he has done since we were six and my father hit me for the first time… "Oh shit he's going to murder me in my own blood." I mumble, panicking. I look around frantically for him, but he's nowhere in sight. I'm relieved but now I've got another problem. Two problems, I realize, putting my hand over my stomach. As much as I hate baggy clothes, I sure am wearing a lot of them these days. Here it comes, now you've done it… the questions, always with the never-ending questions. "Who's gonna murder you? It's your life." Jay is saying. He doesn't understand. "My FATHER." I shout, and he turns his head to look at me better. Tears cloud my eyes and I try to hold them back but no luck with that, just another thing wrong with my life.
"I gotta get outta here." I'm breaking away from both of them, clutching my stomach again. I've told Jay my situation just recently, but only him, and 'cause he threatened to beat it out of me. I'm pushing through the crowd and Jay is tailing me. I'm looking back and Stacy's just standing there dumbstruck. I'm having a hell of a time wading through these idiots. "Move, move, chick with a kid coming through." I smack my forehead at this. "Damnit Jay, you nitwit!" I shout. "Whoops. Slipped." I whack him upside the head with the back of my hand, everyone's moving out of my way now like I'm some kind of bloody plague. "Quit gawking!" I screech at my seemingly innocent and bewildered friends, storming off. "Kitty I'm real sorry it did slip." I'm turning the corner, but I stop. "Enough things have slipped from you, haven't they?" I say, but I contradict myself by hugging him. "At least I didn't have to tell everyone." He's petting my head awkwardly. "Jay Adams, if you weren't my best friend since I was born I'd be tempted to hurt you." I whisper into his ear and he grins, used to my multiple threats I use so often. He picks me up like a toddler, (don't worry it's a habit he does it all the time) brushing my tears away. "Why am I friends with you again?" I joke. "I know too much."
What he says is true. He knows about my father and the baby and how I like Stacy and about a million other embarrassing facts I quite wish he didn't… some of the things he knew weren't all too pleasant, I mean seriously the kid knew exactly when I had my period, who I had my first kiss with, (OK he should know that one it was him) what kinds of food I would and would not eat… I won't bore you with the mile long list, I'm sure you don't want to know. "Where exactly are we going, Jayboy?" I ask impatiently. "We're going to find Stacy and you're gonna tell him how you feel, keep your pregnant panties on we'll be there in a few seconds Kitty. God, you are so light, even with that baby. You need to eat more." He uses that nickname all too much, not that I'm complaining. Most people call me Katie or Kat or when they're serious, Kathryn, but not Kathy, 'cause that would get me mixed up with Tony's sister, who totally rocks by the way. 'Course they all have their silly nicknames for me. Tony calls me Ryn or Killer, Sid calls me Baby Kate, (there's a joke behind that one) Jay calls me Kitty or one of his many pet terms, or Wildkat when I've lost my temper, (I'd rather not talk about that one) and Stacy has taken to calling me Kitty, Kit, or Ryn-Ryn. I've also got other random nicknames from countless other people like Chica, Love, Baby, etc. but I can't remember most of them at the moment.
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(A/N: Ok I realize it's short but I have to keep some degree of suspense or you'll grow bored with me... I'll get some more up soon. I swear.)
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