Hello, Fanficnoob here. So, I know I don't really make these author note things, but for some of you who have been reading the story since the beginning, I thought I at least owe you a simple apology for the lack of an update. There's just been a little bit of a bumpy road lately. But before I say anything too dramatic and angsty, I think you should just know that I don't take this fanfiction here too seriously at all, it's just pure fun and good fluff&smut for those who love it (yes, I'm talkin' to you . . . yeah you! ;).This is also for a dedicated fan LUV PAIN!!! Disclaimer: Perfect Chemistry not be mine . . . I has sad face.
"A drive-in? Really?" Alex asks once we were at the ticket booth.
We're third in line, and he still hasn't gotten over the fact that we're at a drive-in.
"What's wrong with a drive-in? It's fun, cheap, and nobody stares at you when you make out. It's a win-win situation." I explain to him, grinning afterwards.
He stares at me for a second, considering. After a while, the corner of his lips turn up into a sexy smirk as as his dark eyes dance with humour. He takes a lock of my hair that's fallen to my neck, not meeting at the pony tail like it's supposed to, and tucks it behind my hair. I like being like this - being alone with Alex, rather than being serious or dramatic or anything like that. Just a couple in love at the drive-in, laughing and discussing future make out plans . . . something about it just makes me feel like we're a couple of misfits back in high school, driving off to secluded places just to be together.
I lean my face in his warm, secure hand, enjoying how the fact that it's a perfect fit. I turn my head to kiss his palm, freezing afterwards as a memory pops into my head of Alex and I sitting in the library during chemistry, his face dazed with desire while mine tries to stay a frozen mask, trying to hide back the humour.
"There's nothin' wrong with a drive-in," He tells me, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. "Only if we go to it durin' the day time, then people can see our hot make out sessions. And I'm not in the mood to keep it PG-13." He winks at me, causing a giddy laugh to escape my throat.
An impatient horn sounds behind us, breaking us out of our little bubble. I look back at the car and grimace while Alex grins and pulls up to the booth. In the booth is a scrawny little high school kid with product-induced hair with a long, crooked nose and glasses. He doesn't seem to be very pleased with us, considering that we held up the line, but he smiles anyways.
"Can I help you?" He asks in his low, scratchy pubecent voice.
"Hi, yes you may. Can we get two tickets to - " I search the list on the board behind him for a decent movie. I remember Alex's little brother, Carlos, who came to our house a few weeks ago. He talked non-stop about the new Transformers movie and how 'smokin' he thought Megan Fox was. I saw the first one with Alex maybe three years ago, our first 'movie date', and I guess it was pretty good.
"Transformers for ten o'clock, please." I ask.
The boy's eyes shoot to me. He was obviously not aware of me when we pulled in due to the fact that Alex wouldn't let me drive (for obvious, over-protective reasons). He smiles, whips his head a little to fluff his sun-kissed, greasy hair that moves a fraction of a millimeter and smiles at me, exposing his blue braces.
"Why certainly, miss. That'll be 6.50 each. Is there anything else I can get for you?" He asks with an absolute double meaning behind his words.
I purse my lips to hold back a smile once I realize he's flirting. I open my mouth to answer politely, but before I can say anything, Alex says.
"Yeah, make you sure save a spot for us in a dark corner far away from the other cars," He turns his head to glare at the kid, a glare that says something like 'do-it-or-I'll-chop-your-nuts-off-and-keep-them-in-a-jar-above-my-mantle'. "Just so no one can hear or see us fuck. My wife's a bit of a screamer when I hit the spot. ¿Comprende?" He tells the kid, causing my jaw to drop in both humiliation and anger.
He smirks as he hands him the money. The kid looks to Alex and his expression falls. His adams apple drops low and comes back up slowly as he swallows, clearly aware and terrified of the Mexican man in the car with the tattoos and the intimidating muscles. I stare at him in disbelief as he keeps a straight face when the poor kid punches in our tickets.
"H-here you go, sir. Have a n-nice evening." He stutters, pressing a button that lets us through to the parking lot, which leads to the road.
Alex cracks a smile once we're out of the place, clearly impressed with the fact that he can still scare the pants off kids, especially inocent ticket holders like that little boy back there. Poor little man probably needs a change of pants.
"Alex!" I hiss once we're back on the road.
"¿Qué?" He asks, seeing nothing wrong.
I shake my head at him and narrow my eyes, trying to fight back a smile. As stupid as the scene was, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't funny.
"Don't you 'que' me, you know exactly what! You can't just talk to random teenagers about where or when we have sex!" I tell him.
He shakes his head with no smile, probably thinking that I'm a complete dumby for even thinking that he was being literal. I am a dumby. I know he didn't really mean it, but still! He can't just say things like that.
"I was just tryin' to scare the kid off, Brittany. It's not like we're actually gonna have sex . . . unless you want to - " He pauses for a second, eyeing my stomach with thick emotion. "It's not like we have to worry about you gettin' pregnant or anythin'."
I pause too, setting aside that whole little ticket thing.
It's not like we have to worry anymore, but wouldn't it slightly freak him out while we make love over the fact that I do indeed have a fetus in my stomach? Wouldn't he feel like he's making love to two things at once? It may not be how he feels, but it sure is how I feel.
"I think I'm fine with just making out . . . or we could, you know, watch the movie." I tell him, smiling tensly.
He nods, his face solemn. We stay silent for a while. Normally we have comfortable moments of silence, but not today. The air is thick, and I'm pretty sure it's swirling around my pregnant belly.
I turn on the stereo to a C.D we put in a few days ago. It has one of Alex's favourite new songs Calle Ocho, where the guy speaks a lot of spanish and says I know you want me, you know I wantcha, a lot. The song doesn't lighten either of our moods, but it fills up a little bit of the tension and gives us something else to focus on. I just stare out the closed window and stare as random cars and side walk stores pass my eye, trying my best not to focus on the fact that this tension between Alex and I is making my insides feel all guilty and hurt, like it's all somehow my fault. After the song ends, which feels like four minutes later, Alex finally asks.
"So what do we do now? I've been circlin' the block this entire time." He tells me, stopping at a red light.
My stomach, the cause of all the trouble, answers his question by rumbling like a near-exploding volcano. He looks at it once again, the emotion still there, but diverts them back to the road in a blink of an eye. I grin sheepishly as he makes a quick decision to turn left somewhere.
I think about the nearby resturants and roll my eyes once I remember what it was.
Alex understands my expression immediatly and grins, turning up the music. Once I see him tap his knee along with the rythm while his eyes playfully dance to the tune, I smile and thank the heavens that we can finally drive comfortably.
I see the sign of the place once we pull up and make a sour face.
"Here, Alex. Really?" I ask. He shrugs with a smirk, pulling up to the parking lot.
"You surprised me with the drive-in, mamacita. I'm just returnin' the favor."
