Chapter 2: Implying that Half-Sack is Hot
I've been spending all my time, just thinkin' bout you.
I don't know what to do, I think I'm fallin' for you.
I've been waiting all my life and now I've found you.
~Colbie Caillat, Falling For You.
Nevada's POV:
I almost died of excitement when Dad came home from the Club. Harley Trager had moved to Charming. Harley was one of the coolest girls on the planet. We had everything in common.
I impatiently waited for Dad to get his ass out of his bedroom, tapping the screen on my phone. He and Tig made plans to meet at the Club again today, and it would be the first time in years I'd seen Harley.
"Dad! Will you please hurry up?" I called in the direction of his room. Sometimes it felt like he was the teenage daughter.
"Jesus, Neve, you need to borrow some patience from Sage!" He grumbled.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'd be able to if we were there."
"Just go outside and I'll be there in a minute." He pointed to the door.
"You've got one minute before I steal your bike, Dad." I joked.
He laughed, and waited on the porch. He came out about 30 seconds later.
"Finally!" I sighed. "Thirty seconds feels like ten years when your waiting to go see your best friend!" I hopped down the porch steps and hopped on the back of Dad's bike.
When we got to the club house I ran inside and found Tig, Clay, Jax, and Gemma sitting there, with no Harley.
"Where's Harley?" I asked frantically.
"She's in the garage with Sack. He's teaching her how to install a radio." Gemma smiled.
"Woo!" I threw my arms up in the air, and ran out the door to the garage. I swung the door open dramatically and stood like a super hero in the door way.
"OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD." Harley emphasized each word loudly, and jumped off Half-Sack's lap, and tackled me with a hug.
"HARLEY!" I screamed excitedly.
"FUCKING NEVADA!" She and I started jumping up and down and dancing around the garage.
"Dude, I can't believe it!" I said, still squealing.
"Half-Sack! It's Nevada!" She pointed at me and I laughed harder than I had in a while. She looked so much older then the picture that Tig had on his wall. She looked like she could be 20.
"Just call me Sack, Harley. It's easier." Sack laughed at Harley.
"So what are you guys doing? Gemma said something about Sack teaching you how to install a radio?" I asked.
"He already did." She smiled triumphantly.
"She learns very fast." Sack laughed. "Now all she needs to know is how to properly work the radio, and she'll be all set." He teased her, and she blushed crimson. I rubbed my hands together. This was perfect! I had been waiting forever to set Sack up. He was just to hard to figure out for me. But I knew by the way he looked at Harley, she was the fucking one.
Harley looked at her phone impatiently.
"What's up?" Sack asked.
"Sage should be here by now! Dear god. He better not have died. He owes me 72 bucks." I grumbled.
"And two gummy bears?" Sack asked, laughing.
Harley nodded. "Them too."
I obviously missed something.
"You ladies need to hold your nuts... and... half nuts... I'm here now!" A voice said from behind. Sage stood behind me in the door-way, his arms out.
"Finally!" Harley rolled her eyes.
"You are the most impatient person I've ever met." Sack rolled his eyes at my petite best friend.
"Excuse me for not wanting to grow moss waiting for that snail." She pointed at her god of a brother.
I really took a good look at Sage. He changed. I mean, since the picture I saw of him and Harley at Tig's. He had hair that closely resembled Dahvie Vanity's from Blood on the Dance Floor, but it was shorter that was spiked up in places and had orange, yellow, and blue streaks scattered about it, and his base hair color black, just like Harley's. He wore a teensy bit of makeup, you know, sort of artistic eyeliner, which happened to look very good on him. Not any other guy I knew, besides my best friend Jayy that is, could pull of make-up like that. I swear if Jayy wasn't gay I would've fucked him. I seriously hoped Sage wasn't gay cause, he was sexy.
Half-Sack's POV:
It was funny to me, looking back and forth between the Trager Twins. So different and so alike at the same time. Their faces unmistakably resembled each other. Harley was slightly eccentric, but a little more chill than her brother. He was far more patient, but all-in-all much more hyper. She normally wore her pitch black hair in pig tails, and her outfits consisted of band shirts and old ripped up jeans, and a Harley Davidson jacket she stole from Tig... Or at least that's what she told me. On the other hand, her brother seemed to wear more colors and tighter jeans. I swear, if he wasn't Tig's kid, I would have knocked his teeth out. And it wasn't just my fear of Tig that refrained my kicking his ass into next year, I would have never done that to Harley. I knew the love she had for her brother.
I was actually pretty surprised when she told me he was older that her by 5 minutes. It seemed to me, and most likely everyone who met them, that she was older.
I couldn't believe she was only 17. She looked like she was 22, my age.
I had driven them downtown to the diner because Sage was complaining about being hungry. It was really nice out, Not to hot, not to cold, so we decided to eat outside. Harley picked at her burger, looking anxiously over at the table where her brother and Nevada sat.
"What?" I laughed, mouth full of french fries.
"I think there might be something there," She pointed.
I turned to look over my shoulder and laughed.
"You think?" I asked.
She nodded, not hearing the sarcasm in my voice.
"What's wrong?" I asked, seeing the worried look in her eyes.
"I dont know who to be more worried about, Nevada, or Sage."
"Definitely Sage, love. Don't get me wrong, I've always thought the world of Neve, but when she sees a.. I cant believe I'm about to say this... Hottie, she reels him in really quick." I laughed.
"Oh please, Sage is the biggest whore I know." She snorted. "Did she ever try that with you?"
I raised an eyebrow. Her face fell as she realized she just called me a 'hottie'.
"No, Harley, you don't have to worry. She never tried me." I started out laughing quietly, but it built to a bursting laughter.
"Shut up, Half-Sack. I'm not worried. In fact, I could give a rat's ass!" She stuck her nose up in the air.
"Whatever boats your float, Harley. I find it flattering. You're the first girl I've ever met who called me hot." I looked up at her from my food, and her mouth was hanging open.
"I never said you were hot." She denied it.
"You implied it. Denying it will only bite you in the ass, Harley." I teased her, chuckling as her mouth popped open again, half-chewed burger falling out of her mouth.
"Ugh, you are so annoying!" She stressed, taking a tiny sip of her milkshake.
"Saying this to the guy who's paying for your lunch." I winked.
"Oh, now you're gonna make me feel bad! Well, should I kick your ass here, or should we wait till its around everyone you know?" She asked, laughing. Her normally pale cheeks were bright red.
"Is that a challenge?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Duh! I just asked you where it would be more convenient to wipe the floor with your ass!" She sneered pathetically. She was such a wimp. But a very fucking adorable wimp at that.
"Fine, then! Its a date." I said, and she blushed more as the word 'date' left my mouth. I had her right where I wanted her.
2 hours later
I smiled triumphantly as the small, pig tailed girl struggled to break free of my pin-down.
"Oh, Harley, when will you ever learn that the only person you can beat up is Sage?" Tig asked his defeated daughter, who was still wriggling to get free.
She huffed, and stuck her tongue out at me, and I helped her up.
"What time is it?" Harley asked.
"Uh... it's like 2 minutes to five." Jax answered.
"Oh, fuck!" She pushed past him. "Where's the TV?"
"Uh, above the bar?" I said, confused. "Why do you need to watch TV?"
"Because, fucking south park is on." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I snorted. Of course she watched south park. It helped explain her trucker mouth. Every other word that came out of her mouth was 'Fuck'.
She shot out of the garage and past Gemma.
"What the fuck was Harley in a hurry for?" She asked.
"Uh... South Park is on, I guess." Jax laughed. Sage had taken his earphones just as he said that. His eyes got wide.
"South Park?" He freaked out, and did the same thing as Harley, shooting past Gemma like a bat outta hell.
"Can't tell those two are twins, can you?" Gemma laughed.
"Sack, do me a favor and make sure Harley don't get into the beer." Tig asked me, well, more told me.
"You're more worried about her getting into the beer than Sage?" I laughed.
"Oh, yeah. Jesus, she is such a light-weight. Sage can drink, and drink, and drink some more fucking beer, and it doesn't effect him one little bit, well, that is if he doesn't get into the Jack Daniel's, but that's a whole other story. You get maybe, 2 beers in Harley, and she's like a fucking rag doll." Tig shook his head.
I laughed, hoping one day I'd get to see that. I followed the sound of Harley's loud laughter and Cartman impressions that were quite impressive, until I found them in pieces laughing.
"I. Am. So. Serial!" Harley burst into uncontrollable snorts.
"Excelsior!" Sage threw his fist up in the air.
I laughed. If my little South Park knowledge exceeded, I believed it was the episode where they made fun of Al Gore, who was trying to raise awareness about ManBearPig.
"Hi Sack," Sage greeted me in between laughter. "You ever see this one? It's ManBearPig."
I congratulated myself internally. I was right.
"Yeah.. I haven't seen a lot of them, but-" I was cut off by the sound of loud laughter that wasn't Harley or Sage.
Fuck. My. Life.
Nevada brought Jayy.
"Who's that?" Harley cocked her head.
"Jayy." I grumbled, and hopped up on the bar to sit by Harley, half-hiding behind her.
Jayy, as much as everyone loved him, was very, very gay. I wasn't a homophobic, but it was very clear that he had a crush on me.
"Is there any particular reason you're hiding from him?" Harley asked, looking over her shoulder.
"Uh..." I cleared my throat. "He has a crush on me..." I squinted my eyes.
"What?" She asked loudly and happily. "I love gay guys..." She said quieter, and lightly bounced up and down. "And by the way, you should be flattered."
I let out an exasperated sigh.
"Harley! Get your butt over here and meet Jayy!" Nevada called for Harley, and she hopped up, revealing my hiding spot.
Jayy seemed happy to meet her, and by that, I mean he tackled her to the ground.
"Neve talks about you all the time!" Jayy yelled happily in Harley's ear.
Harley laughed and squirmed underneath him.
"It's uh, nice to meet you to Jayy..." She laughed, and Jayy kissed her on the lips. I laughed. I did like Jayy, I would've more so if he didn't have a crush on me.
Harley laughed even louder. Jayy smiled triumphantly, happy he won over her affection, and he helped her up.
I gave Harley a ride back to her house about five hours later... It was kind of nice, her holding my waist. I really liked her. She invited me in, and I told her I could only stay for a few minutes.
"So, how are you liking Charming?" I asked as she started to make coffee.
"Meh, I miss LA. I miss the beach the most, but it's pretty cool here. I mean, at least until Sage and I turn eighteen, then we decided we were gonna move back to the house. Mom did leave it to us."
"You're gonna move back?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Yeah, I mean, I grew up there. But now that I know you guys well, I'll miss you, so I promise to come visit. And it'll be another year before I turn eighteen, so who knows... maybe things will change." She shrugged her eyes hopeful.
I smiled. "What do you mean?"
"I dunno... I guess maybe if certain things happened and a certain someone didn't want me to move away, I guess I would maybe, perhaps stay here, and just use the beach house as a vacation home..." She looked at me, her mouth tilted sideways.
"Harley... use words other than these fucking scenarios! I hate scenarios, they never process." I started rambling on more and more about how much I hated scenarios, and was interrupted by Harley's lips suddenly pressing against mine.
Oh. That's what she was talking about...
She quickly pulled away and blushed crimson, biting her bottom lip.
"Of course I want you to stay." I said, immediately filling the silence that would've made Harley feel stupid, the last thing I would have wanted. I got up from the bar stool and walked around the kitchen counter where she stood awkwardly.
"You do?" She asked.
"Of course I do... I mean, we all do, but me mostly. And think, Nevada lives two blocks away, and Jayy lives across the street, and I only live about 4 miles from here... we're your family. You don't wanna go live amongst those snobby beach goers anymore, do ya?"
She laughed, and shook her head no.
"Exactly!" I smiled, and she looked up at me, and I kissed her this time. "Listen... I may not have a lot to offer you... I mean, you've seen me... downstairs... I really don't know if I'll be able to have kids, and I don't have a whole lot of money... I know you're used to that, but I will give you all I've got." I said.
All she did was smile. I cocked my head to the side.
"What?"
"I love that you said... kids... You really think we have a future." All she could do was smile.
"Oh, shit... is that weird?" I asked, suddenly worried.
"No." She shook her head. "It's perfect, and I know it will happen... but..." She trailed off.
"What?"
She bit her lip and looked up at me through squinted eyes, almost looking like she was in pain.
"What?" I urged her.
"We have to tell dad..." She choked out.
My eyes got wide, and if this had been a cartoon, my pants probably would have fallen off. Tig was not only a very, very rouged man, but he was also a very protective father. I was fucking dead meat.
