Understanding and Promises - Chapter One

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Authoresses Note: Hey everyone! I know I promised a fanfiction to all of you. Well after a long wait, it's finally here. It's called Understanding and Promises, I'd give it a rating of about PG-13, and it features my favourite couple to ship, Schemer and Stacy. Without further ado, here it is. Please enjoy ;D Btw, this is only the first chapter. I'm not sure how many chapters I'll need but I'm trying to make each chapter longer so I can put out less. This story can also be found posted on Tidmouth forums. My penname is Schemerxstacy over there, there are plenty of other great fanfiction there as well, go check them out!

Apr. 27th update: Revised chapter.


"My, my. For someone who claims that these events are below him, you sure do put a lot of effort into grooming yourself for them. Looking very dapper Uncle." Schemee said with a large smirk spread across his face. He was leaning in the doorway of his Uncle's bathroom, arms folded across his chest and the usual air of smugness radiating from him.

"It's all about appearances kid, don't you forget it." His Uncle, Horace Schemer, replied as he applied his after shave, wincing from the sting. He was wearing a black suit with white pinstripes, something relatively tame by his standards, with a plaid red dress shirt and matching tie.

"Sure, I'll keep that in mind. You know, I wouldn't mind going along to one of these things. I don't know why you complain so much, honestly. There are some mighty attractive women that work for the Indian Valley Railroad." He said with his smirk still as wide as ever.

"Attractive, yes. Interesting, no. Not the kind of girls you could just take out on a date to an arcade, far too high maintenance. Besides, that's part of the reason these things suck so much, there are so many boring people. And trust me, there are far more Midge Smooch kind of women at these things than attractive women. The only good thing about this event is that my friends are forced to go as well." He dried his face off and gave his appearance a once over. His sly, crooked grin spread across his features. "Perfect." He whispered as he twirled his trademark curl in his thumb and forefinger.

"So what you're saying is that it's all about appearances, but you're not interested in attracting any of the type of women who are attending? Am I missing something here?" Schemee asked, confusion registering on his face.

Schemer sighed and tried to hide the fact that Schemee had him beat. "Someday you'll understand Schemee. Now, are you ready to go to Dan's?" He asked, settling on an old cliche to avoid admitting that his nephew had a point. He was far to prideful to admit when he was wrong.

Schemee nodded, "My bag is in the car already." He said as he followed his Uncle out of his bedroom. "Sore loser." He muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Schemer asked from the front doorway.

"Nothing!" Schemee quickly called downstairs. He followed him out to the car and they were on their way.

The two drove in silence until Dan's house. Schemer pulled into the driveway and handed Schemee his bag. Schemee grabbed a hold of the handle, said a quick goodbye, and was about to exit the car when he almost stumbled. He looked up to see his Uncle still holding onto the bag, looking at him expectantly.

"Errr, did I miss something?" He asked confusedly.

Schemer shook his head, "No, I just can't let you step out of this car before you hear my parental-like speech."

Scheme rolled his eyes and was about to protest but Schemer had already launched into it.

"Be good, don't do anything stupid, no drinking or smoking and be polite to Dan's parents." He said, taking no breath in between.

Schemee nodded slowly and rolled his eyes again. "Okay, you got it. I've heard that one a few too many times to forget it anytime soon. Here's my obedient-like response: I will, I won't do either, and I will. Are we good now?" He asked irritably.

Schemer heaved a fake sigh and let go of the bag. "Yes, see you in the morning." Schemee nodded, stepped out the car and started walking toward the steps. Schemer waited in the driveway, making sure his nephew got in okay. As Schemee made his way up the porch, he turned around and walked back to the car. He stood in front of the driver's side window and waited for Schemer to roll down the glass. As the window opened Schemer looked up at him with a curious expression on his face.

Schemee sighed and spoke, "You know? I don't know why you still don't let me just spend the night at home. I'm almost sixteen now, I could just have Dan over for the night instead of you having his parents babysit me. I'm not a kid anymore." He said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. However, Schemer took notice to it anyways.

His expression hardened a bit. "Schemee, we've been through this. I just don't feel like you're responsible enough yet-" He was cut off by Schemee.

"But why? I've never done anything to make you doubt me!" Schemee whined.

"Last week you got caught trying to run a casino game out of your locker at school. If it wasn't for the fact that it was the last day of classes you may have been suspended." Schemer pointed out. "Nice job fitting a fold-out blackjack table in your locker by the way."

"Thanks." Schemee said with a sly grin.

Schemer seemed to catch himself though. "But you ever let me hear about you doing it again!" He said sternly.

"I won't," Schemee said audibly, "let you hear about it." He mumbled off.

"I'm serious, just try and keep your nose clean and I'll start considering, considering, letting you stay home alone." Schemer stressed.

"You know, I think that if I were your own kid you'd actually let me. Maybe, when I'm thirty you'll let me actually let me be home by myself." Schemee said lazily, running out of arguments.

"That's not true!" Schemer said, raising his voice slightly and taking the bait. He lowered his voice, forcing himself to calm down. "It's not that, we'll talk in the morning when I pick you up, okay?"

Schemee nodded in response and gave a quick goodbye before heading inside. Schemer rolled up his window quickly before the conversation could pick up once more. His nephew's accusations had really got to him. It wasn't that he didn't trust him for the fact that he wasn't his biological son. In fact, he had been Schemee's official guardian for over half of the sixteen year old's life. In a sense he had adopted him long before Schemee's mother, Schemer's older sister, had passed away and made Schemee an orphan. He just felt that he was still too young to be by himself. Not to mention, Schemee reminded Schemer a little too much of himself to fully trust him to not create some elaborate scheme while he was left to his own devices.

He hadn't realized he was speeding until he noticed he had reached Stacy's house much faster than expected. Since they were both going to the same place, Schemer had offered to drive her. Billy was already at the event, having had some earlier business to attend to in the same town. The event that Schemer was so uninterested in attending was the annual Indian Valley Staff summer party. This year it was being held in a reception hall in Chubby Corners. Schemer was about to knock on the door, leaning a little too far forward perhaps, just as Stacy Jones opened the door.

"I meant to do that." Came the muffled reply from his face-down form. Stacy giggled at him.

"Come on now Schemer, we don't want the other staff to think you're arriving already drunk." She said jokingly, helping him up off the ground. He dusted off his suit jacket. "My, don't you look dapper."

He shook his head in good humour, still pawing at his jacket and mentally making a note to tell Schemee how true his advice about appearances was. "Thanks, and wow!" He said as he finally raised his head, getting in a good look at her.

She was wearing a knee high, form fitting dress. It was red, the same shade that she wore at work, the one that suited her so well. The neckline was cut in a way that her neck and chest were exposed in both an attractive and classy way and capped sleeves held it up at her shoulders. She looked great, no, gorgeous and completely classy at the same time. Mentally, Schemer told himself, that he shouldn't be surprised, she always embodied both those traits.

"You don't like it?" She asked, her smile slipping a bit.

He shook his head, "No, no. It looks great, you look great! I was just taken a bit by surprise, that's all." He mentally hit himself. Did he just say'taken by surprise'? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Fortunately, she smiled fully once again. "Thanks Schemer", she said as they walked out to his car. He helped her into the passenger side before getting into his own side and starting their drive. As they started down her road he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. Here she was, one of his best friends, sitting in his car and looking like a complete knock-out. They had known each other for so long, he shouldn't be this nervous. He already knew that she was beautiful, and that she had a smile that could give him butterflies, and made him want to... No, no. He had to stay in control. They were friends, nothing else. She made that clear with the whole Ned fiasco.

She turned to him, "So Schemer, you excited for this year's gathering?"

He snorted with humourless laughter. "Oh Jonesy, how many years have we been through this? I wouldn't bother going if ol'Kingy weren't offended by no-shows. He takes it way too personally, but if it means renewing my lease then I'll put up with it."

"Oh Schemer, what are we ever going to do with you?" She asked with a small smile on her face.

"Go out with me sometime?" Is what his brain told him to say. He squashed that thought quickly. What instead came out was, "I'd go anyway, even if my lease wasn't on the line. How could I deny them of my presence? I mean, it's not like they're lucky like you and Billy. They don't get to see me everyday at work."

She gave him a playful swat on the arm, "Oh yes, how could we ever live without you?"

"It would be a sad and lonely existence." That response earned him another smack.

"So how's Schemee doing? I hear from my sister that he's sleeping over at Dan's house tonight." She asked.

"Yeah, I figured it was best. That way I didn't have to worry and he could spend some time with his friend." He said, she nodded in agreement.

"Makes sense. They've become as close as brothers in these past few years. Funny how that happened. They never seemed to get along as kids." Stacy said, remembering the bicycle race incidence.

"Schemee matured a little, became less reclusive. I think he started craving the company after his mother died. That and the other kids were so supportive to him, despite his constant pranks. He warmed up to them." He said seriously.

"Does he ever talk about her to you?" She asked curiously. "I'm not trying to pry." She added quickly.

"No worries. And no, he doesn't really. I can tell he misses her at times, I miss her too. It's hard raising a kid but I care about him so it's worth it. He's been so rebellious lately though, and a bit hard to handle. Not that I mind having him around, quite the opposite. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining about him, honest. He's like a s-" He cut himself off quickly, suddenly feeling like he was rambling.

She saw right through it though, "Like a son to you?" She asked gently.

He nodded slowly. "But, it's like I can't talk to him. I can't just sit down and have a heart to heart with him, guys are... a bit different about those things, girls have an easier time talking. Besides, he doubts me so much. I don't think he thinks I trust or care about him all that much. I may not be the most mature guy around, but I've always done what I thought was best for him." He sighed. "I'm not good enough to be a guardian, I still feel like I haven't been as good as one as he deserves. And I've his for nearly ten years now."

He suddenly felt as scared and confused as he did ten years ago. He was only twenty two when he adopted his nephew, still new at Shining Time Station. He spoke softly, "I've given up a lot for him, and never had much time to do anything, like dating. And he still thinks that I don't consider him like my own kid."

His face flushed as he realized how much he had revealed, and kept his eyes on the road, not daring to meet Stacy's. She was the only one he could ever have a heart to heart with. He felt a soft hand place itself on one of his own and squeeze it gently. She left it there for the duration of the ride, neither spoke until they pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later. She removed her hand but spoke before he could exit.

"Schemer, I know Schemee loves you. He looks up to you so much, you have been the only male figure to remain in his life consistently. But don't think that we haven't noticed the change in you. You've both been good for each other. Raising a child is tough, and you've done a wonderful job. But at the same time, raising him has made you more mature. You understand what it's like to put others before yourself, it's made you a better friend and person in general. But at the same time you've kept your goofballish charm. You still know how to make people laugh and you know how to laugh at yourself. Don't worry about Schemee, he'll come around." She spoke sincerely and gently. He couldn't help but smile, his heart felt one hundred times lighter when he looked at her.

"Thanks Stacy, I hope you're right." In one daring moment he gently grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze, lightly stroking it with his thumb. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, pure electricity seemed to fly off them at the moment. Still holding onto her hand, he absorbed all of her facial features. Her deep brown eyes were so soulful, so full of life. Her red lips glistened and they suddenly seemed to be coming closer. Simultaneously they both closed their eyes and leaned in-

A sharp knock on the window followed by a voice broke them out of their peace. "Hey guys! Are you going to sit in there forever? Oh, sorry..." But it was too late. They had already jumped apart, nearly to opposite sides of the car, their hearts racing in a mix of fright and exhilaration of what almost happened. Fumbling for their seat belts, they exited as quickly as possible to greet the third member of their trio, Billy Twofeathers.

"Hi Billy! Sorry, I better go register us with the front desk! See you inside!" Stacy managed to say as quickly as possible before hightailing it inside the building. Her cheeks were tinged pink and she seemed to be content with letting Schemer deal with Billy. Schemer rolled his eyes, waiting for the comments to start.

Billy clapped him on the back, "Sorry Schemer... I didn't mean to ruin your, um, moment that you were having." Schemer gave him a sidelong death glare.

"I don't know exactly what you thought you saw, but just know that angles can play tricks on people's minds." He said grumpily.

"Sure... You were just about to pluck a stray eyelash from her cheek, were you now. Or inspect her makeup more closely. Isn't that right Schemer?" He asked playfully.

As a response, he got punched "playfully" on the shoulder.

"Ouch! Hey now Schemer, come back!" He yelled to his friend's retreating back. "I'll keep my mouth shut." He said as he caught up to Schemer, they walked into the building.

Schemer smirked. "Good, now let's get this over with." They approached Stacy, who seemed to have composed herself. The three entered as the complete staff of Shining Time Station. The hall was packed with staff from all the Branches, Stations and Offices.

"Well if it isn't my Shining Group! Geddit, Shining? Like Shining Time Station!" A voice yelled jovially as they walked through the door leading to the hall.

Stacy was the first to recover from the shock. No matter how many times it happened at Staff parties, no one seemed to be able to get used to a drunken J.B. King.

"Good evening , how are things going so far?" She asked politely.

"Marvellous! Go mingle, have a drink, it's a party and it's all on me!" He cheered and walked off to greet the next group.

They stood silently blinking in the direction of his departure. This time, Schemer was the first to break the silence. "Well... Now we know why he gets so drunk." The other two looked at him.

"It's the only way he can bring himself to pay for these shindigs. There's no way he can justify it when he's sober." He explained.

The other two laughed at the truth in his statement. "Well, we might as well enjoy ourselves while we're here. Who wants to get a drink?" Billy asked.

"I'll just have a coke, thanks. Hang on, I'm just going to have a quick word with the arcade owner in Snarlyville. I'll meet you guys there." Schemer said.

"Don't worry about it, we'll come find you and bring it to you." Stacy told him as she and Billy walked off to the bar.

Schemer started making his way over to his fellow arcade owner when he was intercepted by a small blonde. She must've been about twenty five or so. Her hair was shoulder length and a very light shade. Her eyes were brown and almond shaped. She had pretty features and a petite frame. He thought that she had just accidentally bumped into him and was about to brush past her with an 'excuse me' but she started speaking to him.

"Hi, sorry to cut you off like that! It's just that I recognized you from last year, my first year going to this kind of thing, and felt bad that I hadn't introduced myself before. I'm Michelle." She stuck her hand out and he shook it in a somewhat stunned way. She tone wasn't all that inviting, she made it sound like she had done him a disservice by not introducing herself a year ago.

"Err, hi. I'm Schemer." He awkwardly introduced himself.

"Schemer?" She asked confusedly. "That's your name?"

He felt his feathers ruffle slightly. A little coldly he responded, "Yes, that's my name."

She seemed to feel that he hadn't warmed up to him. "Sorry," she added quickly and unsincerely, "It's just not a name I've ever heard before. What branch are you from?" She asked.

"Shining Time Station, you?"

"Snarlyville." How fitting, he thought to himself.

He was saved from the conversation for a moment as Billy showed up. "Here's your drink Schemer, who's your friend?" He asked.

"Michelle," she answered for him and stuck out her hand for Billy to shake, "Who're you?"

"Billy Twofeathers, I work with Schemer." He replied.

Schemer turned to him, "Hey, where's Stacy?"

"She's talking to someone at the bar." Billy said simply. Schemer turned in the direction of the bar to see her talking to a handsome man. He was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt, no tie and unbuttoned at the top. He had dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Schemer immediately decided he didn't like him, he was leaning against the bar in a casual stance. He looked like a jerk, too smug and self-centered for his own good.

His mental voice spoke up, "Just like you...". He turned back towards Michelle while Billy looked slightly apologetic. At that moment Billy was called over by a group of fellow engineers.

"Sorry guys, I've got to go mingle. Nice meeting you." He said before heading off.

"So, does everyone at Shining Time have interesting names?" She asked him.

Not too sure how to answer that he could only reply with "Ummm...". That and he was trying to watch Stacy and the stranger from the corner of his vision.

"Anyways, want to go dance?" She asked him boldly, ignoring his lack of responses. He looked towards the dance floor, it was closer to Stacy's position and would give him a better way to keep an eye out.

"Sure, let's go." He said and she smiled. He noticed that it contained none of Stacy's warmth.

"Great!" She said, and dragged him by the hand towards the dance floor. They started dancing and while Schemer was trying to keep it as modest as possible, it was a staff party after all, Michelle persisted in subtly rubbing up against him and dancing in a way he assumed she thought was sexy. He didn't take much of an interest and continued to try and keep her at arm's length. What was she doing? Trying to seduce him and go home with him? Not a chance, she had put him off much early than the dance floor. Besides, he only had eyes for one person at the moment.

He looked back to the bar while Michelle tried to give his thigh a frisk. Stacy had since moved on from the jerk at the bar, who was standing by himself trying to chat up a new girl. He turned his head and saw her flitting around the dance floor, viewing him from the corner of her eye. She started dancing and slowly moved closer to the pair. Schemer grinned, now who's watching who. Michelle took this as a cue to press herself forward against him and wrap her arms around his neck. He could see Stacy move a tad closer, looking slightly disgusted. He sincerely hoped she didn't doubt his intentions.

"So what're you drinking anyways?" Michelle asked.

"Um, just a coke." He said as he tried to loosen her grip and move her body away.

"Really? No alcohol then. What, don't you drink?" She questioned. He was stunned by the bluntness of her question. He suddenly felt quite cramped with her clinging off him. He wanted to get away from her. Before he could gently tell her that the dance was over. She blew him down with another question.

"So, tell me, you're not just making it look like you're drinking alcohol so that you can take home some poor innocent drunk girl like me, are you?" She looked up at him with pouted lips, and clung tighter to him, once again pressing her body close. He suddenly felt a rush of disgust and grabbed her hands from his neck.

"I think this dance is over." He said firmly and was about to turn around when she grabbed his wrist.

"Oh come on, lighten up! It was just a joke. Don't leave yet, we've still got time to have some more fun." He was about to tell her that he seriously wasn't interested, but just then someone else saved him the trouble.

"He said that the dance was over, it's over sweetheart." Stacy was suddenly beside him, looking furious.

Michelle sneered, "Who's this?"

"A friend," Oh that scathing word, Schemer thought, "Who happens to be accompanying Schemer as his date."

Wait, what? Schemer did a double take between them.

Michelle glowered at him, "Maybe next time you ask a girl to dance you should let her know that you're not actually interested." She snarled, suddenly looking quite ugly, before turning to leave.

"I didn't know how to make it more clear that I wasn't interested..." He started to say but was cut off by a sharp glare from Stacy. Michelle stomped off into the crowd.

"She's right you know, you didn't have to dance with her."

He sighed, "Look, I only did it so I could get a better view of you." He placed one hand on the back of his neck. Her gaze didn't change. "He looked like a jerk, I was just trying to look out for you. Honest." He tried to get as much sincerity across as he could.

She softened a bit, "He was a jerk." She said gently, "But maybe you should just trust me instead of trying to make me jealous with floozy's." She poked him, half-jokingly.

"Hey now, maybe you should just trust me not to be seduced by floozy's." He said with a joking grin. Happily he saw that she grinned back. "It's a slow song, want to dance?" He asked suddenly.

She nodded and gently placed her hands around his neck. He smiled warmly and placed his hands on her waist, her hands were a welcome change to the vice grip he was previously in. They danced slowly with the other couple's. But they weren't actually a couple, just friends dancing he thought disappointingly.

"Hey, thanks for stepping in back there." He said softly, looking down into her eyes. "I was a bit too shocked at what she said to react."

"Anytime. The comment about the drink?" She questioned.

He looked away before she could see how deeply it bothered him. "Yes, that one."

"It was a pretty disgusting thing to imply." She said with a scowl. "But Schemer, you know better than to be offended by something like that."

"I know, it's just...personal. You know that I don't drink."

"Yes, I know."

"But it's not something I do for the reason she suggested. I would never do something so low. I'd never take advantage of someone in that state. I have my reasons for not doing it, but it's certainly not for that reason." He explained.

She pressed her hand to his cheek. "Schemer, I know. And don't worry, if you need to talk to me about it some more, you can talk to me anytime. I'll just listen, help provide a bit of therapy between friends." She said with a smile and placed her hand on one of his cheeks.

He smiled back and placed his hand over hers, subconsciously grazing the scar on the side of his head. The ugly scar that he hated so much. The one he hid with his curl. His curl was his mask to the outside world. It hid his fears and insecurities and made him feel much stronger than he actually was. His face fell slightly as he remembered how it came to be.

The song stopped and Stacy looked up at him worriedly. "Schemer, what's wrong?" He looked away from her.

"It's nothing, it's okay". He said quickly, "I think I just need some air." He turned abruptly and walked out of the building, leaving Stacy behind and watching his retreating back.

He walked around the side of the building, shivering in the chilly night air. Memories flooded past his eyelids as he jammed his eyes shut.

"I'll put down the bottle when I'm ready Mary!" Jasper Schemer yelled at his wife, bottle of Jack Daniels clutched in his fist. Undeterred and fighting back tears she made an attempt to wrestle it from her drunk husband's grasp. In his drunken state he backhanded her across the face.

"HEY! You leave her alone!" A lanky and skinny teenager with dark hair and eyes yelled as he launched himself at his much stronger father.

The father took a swing at his attacking son, forgetting the glass bottle in his hand...

A sickening crunch and the smash of the bottle were followed by Mary's screams. The boy crashed to the floor, bleeding profusely from the right side of his skull. She clutched him in her arms as realization struck the father. Mary clutched her youngest child and only son to her chest. Jasper stepped back, his drunken rage dissipating at the sight of the blood he had drawn. He had gone too far, and he knew this despite the years of abusive he had inflicted on his family. Mary called an ambulance and tried to staunch the bleeding. Her son, Horace, had since fallen unconscious.

Mary had left in the ambulance with her son. At the hospital he received fourteen stitches for the wound on his head. Doctors told him that hair would never grow in the spot again, but he could still grow out hair surrounding the wound. His eyesight was seriously affected in his right eye, and he had glasses but refused to wear them most of the time out of pride. He lost his spot on the high school baseball team, just when he was looking promising as a star player in later grades. He never took a single sip of alcohol. He took his surname as his given name, to remind him always of what never to be as a father or person.

Schemer.

He was broken out of his thoughts abruptly by someone calling his name. He turned to see Stacy rounding the corner. She approached him worriedly and her big brown eyes were wide with concern. He stood up straight to meet her, he was going to tell her what was weighing on his mind but she seemed to know already. She always knew what was bothering him. She placed her hands on either side of his head and rubbed his scar with her left hand. The gentle massage felt good and he felt embarrassed for leaving her.

"I'm sorry for leaving, I just felt a little suffocated." He admitted.

"You don't have to be sorry, and I know you have had a traumatic past. I remember when you told me, I was so shocked, but it just makes it so amazing when I think about what a fun loving and easy going person you are." She said with a smile.

He smiled sadly back, "I just hope that you never see me the way I saw him." He said seriously.

"That could never happen." She replied, sounding just as serious. "You know that, you would never have it in you to hurt anybody the way he hurt you. Not me, not Schemee, and none of your other friends. You're too good of a person. And despite that clever mask you wear, I can see right through you. Take my word for it, you are not and could never be your father."

"Thanks, that means a lot to me. And I'm sorry for escaping and taking so much time out of the evening. And now it's getting late and the party is just about wrapping up, we should get you home. You could've been in there having a good time and instead you came out here with me." He looked guilty.

She shook her head. "Now how could I have a good time knowing my date was in pain." She said gently.

He lifted his head an managed to look her in the eyes. "You mean, that wasn't just an excuse to save me from her?" He asked.

Stacy smiled and shook her head. "Schemer, you forget what happened almost happened in the car earlier. I somehow think that this became a date."

He smiled but then frowned. "Then I'm a pretty lousy date-" He was cut off as Stacy used her hands on either side of his face to pull him close and covered his lips with hers. At first shocked, he eventually eased into it. Grabbing her shoulders and pulling her close. They sat there for sometime, kissing each other with unrestrained passion. Eventually they broke apart and Schemer checked his watch.

"We should get going, it's getting too late and I don't want to keep you out in the cold." He said as he helped her to her feet and led her to the car. They got in together and sat there unmoving.

"So..." He started to say, not yet reaching for his keys.

"Yeah... We should get out of the cold, go find some shelter." She said.

"Yup, shelter is good." He agreed, and was about to lean in for another kiss. She stopped him with one finger to his lips.

"Why don't we go to your place?" She suggested.

There was a brief moment where Schemer sat unmoving, one of Stacy's fingers still on his lips. All of the sudden he had whipped out his keys and started the car faster than Stacy had ever seen him.

"That sounds like a good idea." He said and the car roared out of the parking lot.

Once they reached his house they were already kissing passionately before even getting inside the front door. Schemer tried his best to unlock the door with one hand, his other hand wrapped securely around Stacy's waist, pulling her into a tight embrace as he planted kisses all over the skin exposed by her dress. He finally managed to open the door, at which point he figured it was easier to just carry her.

Without warning her swung his arms under her and swiftly picked her up. He didn't let go until the reached his bedroom, shutting the door with one of his back legs.