AN: hey guys. I know I totally fail at updating. I sincerely apologize for leaving all of you (especially those of you that favorite this story) Things have been hectic lately. I'll fill you in on what you have missed. I caught pneumonia. That sucked and kept me in bed for two weeks. I lost my great grandfather. That took a huge toll on my entire family, but especially me. He was my hero. I graduated. I'm so glad to be done with high school. I don't care what anyone says, high school is hell. And now I am trying to figure out how to scrape up money for college. I'm trying to go to California Baptist and even my grant and scholarship money has left me short. Does anyone know of any reliable student loan websites? So, needless to say, I am stressed out. Since it's summer and I'm going on a few vacations, I am going to have much more free time to update and I will be doing so for all 3 of my stories (even though I haven't touched the Flight 29 Down story for quite some time now) Anyways, enjoy.
Chapter 2: We Could Stay In This Moment
I stood in front of my mirror in my bra and panties as my curling iron heated. I smeared foundation over my olive skin and blended it carefully, being sure everything was completely even. The song on my iHome changed as I began to brush a shimmery, pale grey eye shadow over my eyelids. I swayed my hips slowly to the beat and I couldn't help but sing along.
Tell me what your feeling lately
You just cant keep it all
Locked up so deep inside
Its better just to let it go
Let my chest be your pillow
Keep you warm when you get cold
And when you start to fall
I wanna let you know
That we all have our reasons
They come and go like seasons
Summer, fall, through winter, spring
All the heart ache that they bring
Let this rain wash the pain away
I pray this love is here to stay
Been there in your heart from the very start
I swear to you I'm never leavin.
I swept a darker shade of grey in the inner corner of my lids. I patted a glittery black shadow in the outer corner and blended all the shadows together. I lined my upper and lower lash lines with black eyeliner and put a few coats of mascara on my lashes before smiling happily. I finished in time to belt out the final chorus as I began curling my hair.
You know me
I ain't no cloudy weather
And when the sun don't shine imma make it better
Always
You know me
I ain't no cloudy weather
And when the sun don't shine imma make it better
Always
Don't cry imma make it better
Open your eyes don't cry
Imma make it better
Always
Dont cry ima make it better
Open your eyes sunshine
Ima make it better
Always
It took a while but I finished my hair, the last curl in place. I did my lotion and deodorant routine and moved back into my room to my jewelry box, choosing a pair of diamond, dangling earrings, slipping them in under my black, diamond rimmed 3/4 plugs. I was satisfied and i crossed to my bed, where the dress lay. I pulled the deep purple fabric out of its protective cover and took it off the hanger, slowly stepping into it. I put my arms through the off-the-shoulder sleeves and imagined the corset strings lifting. In the full length mirror on the back of my door, I saw the strings mimicking what I'd pictured. I willed them to weave themselves correctly and watched as they flew into their places and tied into a bow. I smiled at my reflection and smoothed the floor-length skirt. Downstairs, I heard the front door open and close. My body seized up in panic. He isn't supposed to be home yet. Footfalls sounded on the stairs. I was as good as dead at that moment. I remembered the candle that was still sitting on the floor and I vaulted over my bed, landing as gracefully as my dress made possible, and snatched up the candle and lighter. I hid them behind my back just as the doorknob began to turn. Everything moved in slow motion and, as my heart pounded in my ears, I cringed. I knew the door had opened completely, but there was nothing but silence. I cracked open one of my eyes, only to find Lash in my doorway. He looked utterly confused.
"Kas...?" he questioned. To describe my mood as pissed would be putting it mildly. I huffed.
"Lash," I half yelled as I dropped the candle and zippo back into the drawer they belonged in, " a little warning would have been beautiful, seeing as how, once again, you scared the shit outta me, when, once again, I definitely could have been naked!"
"Well, the front door was unlocked so I thought I'd save you the hassle," he smirked. I used my powers to lift and throw a fuzzy, heart shaped pillow at his head. He smiled widely, catching the pillow before it hit the ground.
"You're getting really good at that," he chuckled.
"I am not amused." I tried to look angry but couldn't keep a straight face. I took him in, his shaggy brown hair, his puppy dog eyes, and then his attire. He had on a simple tux with the arms torn from the jacket to reveal his signature stripped sleeves.
"You clean up good," I said. This was our usual joke but something seemed different.
"You too," he said in an almost nervous tone as he continued to stare at me. I turned my head to the side, the way a confused puppy would, and Lash grinned widely.
"What?" I questioned.
"Nothing, I'm just-" I glared sharply.
"You say surprised, and I'll drop kick you to the moon."
"I was gonna say nervous, but I think I can make your suggestion work." I stuck my tongue out at him and walked towards my door. I paused, putting my hand on Lash's shoulder to steady myself, and slid on my heels. I took his arm and he led me downstairs and toward the front door. On the small table in the hall sat a small wrist corsage made of tiny white flowers. I held out my arm for Lash to slip it on.
"I'm going along for moral support. You didn't have to do this," I said, as I gestured to the flowers n my wrist. Lash opened the door and offered his arm to me. I took it and let him lead me out the door, which I closed behind us, and down the walk, heading towards the bus stop.
"I know I didn't have to," he chuckled, "but you've done so much for me. I wanted to make junior prom legit." I smiled up at him and we walked in comfortable silence to the bus stop. A small group of kids were waiting when we stopped, paying little mind to us. The air was cold and I stepped closer to Lash, who had leaned against a tree with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. I relished the warmth that radiated from his body and, before long, a yellow school bus came rolling down the street. We waited for the line of eager students to thin out before joining those who remained on the sidewalk. Upon entering the half-full bus, we were greeted by a tired looking woman who motioned for us to take a seat. Lash lead me to what I assumed was his spot, due to it's lack of inhabitants, and motioned for me to take the window seat. I happily obliged, gathering the full shirt of my dress around me and taking a seat. Lash plopped next to me and started to relax. The bus made a few more stops and the spots around us began to fill up. At the final stop, I noticed Lash had suddenly tensed. I looked down to find his hands clenched in white-knuckle fists. I placed a hand over one of his and brushed it lightly with my thumb. He turned to me, jaw set, and I offered him a small smile.
"Breathe," I whispered. Shakily, he obeyed and leaned slightly closer to me. I looked toward the front of the bus, just as Lash's friend, Speed, climbed the stairs. His eyes mer mine for a moment and I understood Lash's anxiety. Speed's rock hard gaze was unnerving and I quickly looked away, turning my attention back to Lash. I was aware of the fact that Speed was making his way down the aisle, towards the seat across said aisle next to Lash.
"Lash," I spoke hurriedly, "Speed's here. You gotta act normally or he'll know something's up." He nodded and I removed my hand from his as Speed arrived next to us. The kid that was sitting next to the window in the seat Speed obviously intended on sitting in scurried out of the way and further back to one of the only empty seats left. Speed plopped his rather large body into the seat, visibly enjoying he possession of two spaces. The bus driver pulled a lever and seat belts crossed all of our chests, and a metal bar came to rest across our laps. Speed had begun talking animatedly to Lash the second he sat down. As the bus barreled toward an unfinished bridge, Speed turned his attention to me and gave me a look I assumed was meant to be sexy.
"Looking good Peters," he purred before the bus dropped from the bridge. I felt ill. Not because of our free fall, but because this...boy was hitting on me. The same boy who, when we were younger, tortured me until Lash put a stop to it. Sensing my discomfort, Lash placed his hand on my leg, under the bar, so it would go unnoticed by Speed, who had already turned his attention to the blonde in front of him. As the bus sailed through the sky, I looked up towards the stars. Up this high, away from the city lights, they shone brightly, little twinkling lights against the blackness. Before I knew it, the bus had landed and parked upon the floating mass that was Sky High.
AN: so there it was. Song used in this chapter: Under the Weather by The Divine. hope you liked it. R&R