Chapter 2 : The First
I wake up to the smell of bacon. I toss and turn, then finally get up. I put one of Joes T- Shirts on and a pair of his boxers. I walk through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I step into the doorway and see Joe, only in a pair of white boxers, cooking. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his stomach, feeling his muscles under my palms.
"Hey babe, you're awake."
"Yea, I have to, I have a job now!"
I say with excitement. I wasn't going to be home alone anymore, with nothing to do, I was going to work now.
"Babe you know you don't have to work right, I make enough to support us both."
I nod and release my hands from his stomach.
"I know but since I've already finished school, It gets pretty boring here, plus this is my dream."
"I know that's why im supporting you a hundred percent."
He looks at me and smiles sweetly. I stand up on my tip toes and kiss his cheek.
"When's breakfast going to be ready?"
"Give it 10 more minutes. What time do you have to leave?"
I look at the big clock above the kitchen table and see thats it's 7:45.
"Not until like . . . 8:45."
He nods and I walk back to the room, picking out my outfit for the day. After 10 minutes of talking to myself, I finally decide on some slacks, a white button up and a pair of black pumps.
"Sar, breakfast is ready."
"Kay!"
I quickly scarf down the food, which honestly, was horrible, and hop into the shower. I get out and see that I have 30 minutes to get ready. I quickly blow dry, and straighten my hair. I put on some light make-up, I consider myself a chap-stick girl, A girl who doesnt cake her face with make-up, just light Mascara and chap-stick. I put my clothes on and look into the mirror.
"Ready?"
"Oh I was wondering, can I take the car to work?"
"You don't want me to take you?"
He says, dropping his head down. I look at him and sigh.
"Well yea I guess."
We drive to the studio in silence. I look at the car clock and it's 9:10. Shit im late. We pull up to the studio and I see Tegan sitting on a wall, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh shit, she's waiting for me."
I open my door and climb out of the car, not saying a single word to Joe. I close the door and he starts to drive away. I take in a deep breath, feeling my stomach turn as I make my way over to her.
"Im sorry I'm late, traffic."
I say, trying to sound covincing. She smiles and lets out a puff of smoke.
"It's fine, um . . . why are you all dressed up?"
She chuckles lightly and looks me up and down. I look down to my outfit, maybe the pumps were a little to much.
"Aren't I supposed to?"
"Well you can, but I usually only dress up for meetings. Other than that, I come looking like shit."
She chuckles and shrugs her shoulder, letting out another cloud of smoke. I giggle softly and nod.
"I'll remember that tomorrow."
"But you look pretty cute, so it's fine."
She says with a small smirk. I smile and look down to the cement, feeling my cheeks burn.
"Ready?"
I look up at her and she flicks her cigarette down to the floor, smashing out the odd flame with her boot. She looks at me and I nod.
"Okay, follow me."
She turns around and starts to walk. I follow her as she leads us to her car. Im suprised when I see the car she has, she sports a 1965 Mustang , Cherry Red, Original Color too, I can tell.
"This is your car?!"
I ask in disbelief, looking up and down the sides, running my fingers over the smooth paint.
"Yes ma'am, are you a fan of the Stang?"
She opens the door for me and I climb in, feeling the sleek leather under my clothes. The interior was original as well, I could tell from the stiching.
"Oh god you have no idea, this is all original huh?"
I ask, looking at the dashboard and carpet, taking in the beauty.
"Well Im guessing you know alot about cars?"
She looks at me and chuckles softly. I smile and sit back, putting on my seat belt.
"My father taught me a few things, is the engine original too or stripped?"
I ask, she smiles and turns the key, the car starting up and the engine roaring to life. I smile as I hear the familiar sound.
"You tell me?"
She says with a smirk, I laugh and nod my head. She chuckles and drives out of the parking lot and onto the street.
"So if you like cars so much, why not make that your job?"
She asks. I turn to her and watch her as she watches the road.
"Well . . . when I met Joe, he was a mechanic, it was his day job. I would go to his work watch as people would drive up to him and ask him for help, but Joe didn't really know that much about cars, he still doesn't."
She laughs and I smile, looking back to the street.
"One time though, an old lady came to him with a little honda and it was making a clicking noise. So he popped the hood and started to fiddle with the parts, after like 5 minutes, he couldn't figure out what the problem was, but I knew. I knew instantly when I heard her pull into the shop, so I walked over and in front of the lady, I told him what was wrong with the car. He pushed me away and told me to just sit back down, then when the woman left, he got mad at me and said that I couldn't just walk up to him while he's working, that I made him look weak and pathetic that a girl had to do his job . . . you know Guy shit."
She laughs and I laugh too, it must sound so stupid.
"But yea he got so mad that he told me to never talk about cars around him or never to work on cars around him. In his words, he said, "Be a girl, get your nails done, not dirty."
I turn to her and she slows to a stop at a red light. She turns and looks at me, eyeing me up and down in my seat.
"Are you serious?"
"Mmmhm"
I nod my head and she scoffs, shaking her head as she starts to drive again.
"What a douche . . . and let me guess, you did what he said?"
She asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice. I sigh and turn my head to the window, looking at the trees and small local shops pass me by. She slows down and pulls into a small parking lot, only able to fit, probably about 15 cars. She drives up to a spot and I look at the sign in front of it, it was her reserved parking spot. She shuts off the engine and opens her door, climbing out of the car. I get out of the car and close the door, looking up at the olive green building.
"Yea I did . . . but he's right, girls shouldn't be doing that."
I finally reply. She turns to me and shakes her head.
"What a jerk."
I ignore the comment and follow her as she leads us inside the building. I step into the lobby and look at the front desk, seeing a young girl, who likes to be 20 sitting at the desk, typing away on her cell phone, a huge smug grin on her face. She lifts her head up and send a flirty smile to Tegan.
"Hey Tee."
Eghh she sounds desperate.
"Hey Mel."
Tegan say awkwardly. She grabs my arm and pulls me towards the elvator, shaking her head and letting out a deep breath. I turn around and look at the girl, she was staring straight at me, eyeing me. I chuckle and turn around, looking at Tegan.
"Whats her problem?"
I ask her, wondering why she was giving me the stink eye just a couple of seconds ago.
"Nothing . . . she just likes me."
She says, letting out a shakey breath. The doors open and we step inside, she presses a button and the elevator starts to move. We stand there in silence waiting for the doors to open. Once they do, my eyes grow wide at the floor we're on. I step out of the elevator and look around the large room, there was a couch, a TV, and a bar, this looked like a bachelors pad, not an office.
"This is your office? Its the whole floor!"
I ask, feeling my jaw start to hang open. She walks over to a door and places her hand on the knob, turning around and looking at me.
"Yea, I like to work comfortably . . . but hey come into the studio, I'm gonna show you some stuff."
She says, opening up the door. I walk over to the door and step inside, my eyes widening instantly. It looked like a music studio, the large table with a bunch of buttons, little lights lightly flickering. The place where the musicians record their music, is occupied with a large white couch, a projector on a small table, and a large white screen on the wall, it was amazing. She sits down on the chair in front of her laptop and pulls out the other one, patting the seat. I make my way to the chair and sit down, looking at her.
"So . . . this is technically my office."
She laughs and sits back in her chair, I smile and turn my attention to the buttons, reaching out and grazing them with my fingertips.
"Do you wanna see the last movie I did . . . just the parts with music though?"
She asks, lightly giggling. I turn to her and nod, she gets up from her chair and walks through the open door, into the projector room. I watch her walk to the couch and sit down, leaning foward and pressing a small button on the turns it on and grabs the remote, the white screen turning Blue. She turns to me and smiles.
"Come on."
1 Hour Later
Tegan POV:
I look at the screen and smile, my hard work playing in the backround, the soft song playing through the speakers. It took me two years to finish this movie, it was sort of different then what I usually do, but thats because it was with a different director. I turn my head and look at Sara, smiling as I notice she's sound asleep, her head resting on the arm rest. She looks so peaceful, its so inviting. I stand up and walk over to her, leaning down and studying her face, she was so beautiful, her skin was pale and her features were soft.
I grab the blanket from behind the couch and cover her up, making sure shes warm. I walk out of my booth and head to my bar. I get behind the counter and start to make myself a drink. When I met Sara, the first thing I noticed about her, was how beautiful she was. How she didn't even have make - up on, and she still glowed, in a way that sort of attracted me to her. I also noticed her checking me out, at least thats what I think she was doing, I could be wrong, but either way I didn't say anything. Not only is she straight, but she has a Fiance, so it's best if I don't say anything.
I pick up my drink and head back to the booth, closing the door behind me. I go to my chair and sit down, leaning back and propping my feet up on the table. I bring my drink to my lips and sip on the bitter liquid, feeling it burn as it runs down my throat. I check my watch and notice that it's barely 12:30, there was so much free time. I pull up another movie, only this time on my laptop and lean back in my chair, sipping on my cold drink and watching the scenes.
I turn and look at Sara, she was still asleep on the cushion next to me. I check my watch and sigh, it was barely 1:30. I pick up the remote and scroll through my movie list, picking out one I did a couple of years back and pressing play. As I sit there, hearing the sound of Saras steadying breathing, I remember the times I had with this movie. Staying up late at night, with the person who was training me at the time, and trying to figure out what songs fit well into the scenes, all the stress it brought to me.
Suddenly I snap out of my thoughts as I look at the screen. I completely forgot about this sex scene, I don't know I did, it was the hardest scene to fit a song with, we spent weeks on the scene, but I had forgotten somehow. I see Sara start to stir in the corner of my eye and I start to panick. I grab the conrtold from the arm rest and start to fiddle with it nervously, making it pop out of my hands and onto the floor. She lifts her head up and looks at me, eyeing me cautiously. She turns her head to the screen and I feel my cheeks burn. She starts to smile and she lets out a small giggle. I lean down and quickly grab the remote from the floor and turn off the Projector, feeling my nerves rattle under my skin.
"Sorry . . . I worked on the movie a couple of years ago, I completely forgot that scene was in there."
It wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth. She looks at me and smiles sweetly.
"It's Okay, we're adults Tegan . . . it's just a sex scene."
She reaches over and grabs the remote from my hand, aiming the remote up and pressing a button. The screen turns back on and the scene continues, Saras eyes glued to it. I turn and look at her though, the way she observes things is so beautiful, like she was completely captivated by them. I turn my attention back to the screen and my eyes grow wide, the guy and the girl, making passionette love to eachother, nothing but their moans and whimpers starting to fill the room. I turn back to Sara and hear the girl moan loud in the movie, making a familiar wetness in my core appear.
Oh god please don't do this to me.
Sara looks turns to me, a small smirk on her face. I eye her and she throws off her blanket, getting on on four, and crawling over to me. My eyes grow wide as she climbs on top of my lap, straddling my waist and staring straight into my eyes. I tear our gaze and look down at her body, bringing my hands up and placing them in the dip of her curves. I lift my head back up and she smiles, I lean in and close my eyes, connecting our lips for the first time. I graze her bottom lip with my tongue and she parts her lips, letting me in. As soon as my tongue hits hers, my body grows numb, feeling her tongue massage mine skillfully.
"Tegan."
She moans into my ear and I whimper.
"Tegan."
Oh god Sara
"Tegan."
I feel a small tap on my shoulder and I groan.
"Tegan."
I let out a frustrated sigh and open my eyes, staring up at the face hovering over mine, Sara.
"What happened?"
I ask, lifting my head up and looking around my studio, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
"You fell asleep . . . with this in your hand?"
I look back to her and see her holding up a glass, my glass, that was filled with Tequila. I sigh and lean back in my chair, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
"Weren't you asleep?"
I get up from my chair and stretch out my limbs, feeling them crack under my skin. I look at her and she nods.
"Yea . . . but I woke up when this glass fell."
She chuckles and I smile awkwardly.
"Oh, sorry."
She smiles sweetly and shakes her head.
"It's fine."
I nod and look down, watching my feet shuffle awkwardly. That was a strange dream, it felt so real, and her lips, god her lips! They felt so real, so smooth, so plump. I hear Sara clear her throat and I pull out my phone, looking at the screen, it's 4 o'clock already.
"It's already 4 . . . do you want me to drop you off at home or ?"
She nods and picks up her purse, putting it on her shoulder and smiling.
"Only if you can?"
I nod and turn around, walking out of the booth and leading us to the elevator. As soon as I press the button, the doors open and we step in. We ride down in silence and step out into the lobby, seeing Melony staring right at us. We start to walk across the room and she sends me a smirk. Why is she so desperate? I turn to Sara and wrap my arm around hers, clinging to her and walking to the front doors. Once we step outside, I sigh and let go of Saras arms, she turns to me and eyes me.
"Sorry . . . she just freaks me out sometimes."
She chuckles and nods her head, looking back down at the ground.
"Don't worry, I've been there before."
I smile and we walk up to my car, I pull out my keys from my pocket and look up at Sara. She's standing near her door, her fingers gliding across the paint again. She really likes this car.
"Do you want to drive it?"
I ask her. She lifts her head up and looks at me, a smile forming on her lips.
"You would let me drive it, really?"
She ask in disbelief, I chuckle and shake my head, she was so adorable. I walk around to her side and open the door, climbing into the passangers seat. I close the door and look out the window, seeing her looking straight at me, a goofy grin on her face. I laugh and motion for her to get into the drivers seat. She smiles wide and walks around, opening up the driver's door and climbing inside. She turns to me and takes her bottom lip between her teeth and bites on it nervously, holding out her hand. I smile and hand her the keys, watching her as she starts the car, and adjusts her mirrors. We both put on our seat belts and she puts the car in reverse, pulling out of my reserved space and driving to the exit of the parking lot. She drives onto the street and I turn to her, finding her smiling as she watches the road.
"You really like this car, don't you?"
I ask, finding her amused state, rather intriguing.
"You honestly have no idea."
She says with a small chuckle. I smile and turn my head tot he window, watching as we pass by the still shops. About 15 minutes later, we finally turn into a street. She keeps driving and I keep looking at the houses, they were all big and nice, some even looked like 5 bedroom houses, one even had the traditional tire hanging from the front lawn tree. She starts to slow down and she stops in front of a big house, it looked to be about 2 stories high, and probably a 3 bedroom. It was painted white, with red window shutters. Suddenly, I hear the sound of my favorite song come on the radio, I turn and look at my radio, reaching down to turn up the volume, when I accidently collide with Saras hand. I stop dead in my tracks as a spark shoots through my blood and goes straight to my heart. I look up at her and see her cheeks turning a bright red, her eyes looking down to the radio. She continues to reach for the volume and turns it up, the speakers lightly echoing in my ears.
"This is my favorite song."
She says shyly. I look at her and smile wide.
"It's my favorite song too."
We both sit back in our seats and I look down at my hand, studying the fingertips that collided with hers. Suddenly, I hear her soft voice, singing along with the lyrics, I turn to her and smile, seeing her looking down at the steering wheel and rubbing it with her hands, while she sang along to the song. I watch her sing the rest of the song until it's over. An advertisement comes on and she lifts her head up and looks at me for the first time in a couple of minutes, a small smile on her lips.
"Today was pretty fun, even though we slept through most of it."
She chuckles and I laugh, nodding my head at how accurate that was, we literally spent all day asleep.
"So uhh, tomorrow at 9?"
She asks. I nod and look down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers.
"Well do you want me to pick you up . . . since I know where you live now?"
I chuckle nervously and bring one hand to the back of my head, messing around with my hair. I look at her and she smiles wide, nodding her head.
"Yea . . . If it's not to much trouble?"
She asks. I immediately shake my head and she smiles, looking back down at the steering wheel, nodding her head.
"Okay, I'm gonna get going."
She says, turning her head to me. I nod and she turns to the door, opening it and stepping out. I open my door and climb out of the car, seeing her standing on the curb. I smile at her as I walk over to the drivers side and lean on my hood. She turns around and walks down the path of her house, getting closer to the door by each second. When she gets to the door, she opens it and turns to me, and waves her hand, letting me know that she was safe inside. I climb into my seat and close my door, turning my head and looking at her door, seeing it closed, Sara no where in sight. I sigh and turn on my car again, hearing my engine roar to life. I put it in drive and slowly start to drive onto the street. I get to the end and stop at the red light. I lick my lips and look down at my hand, the one tat collided with Sara's, and study it again. How could that much of a spark shoot through my body?