Warnings: Fantasizing, Dallas in a skimpy outfit, and James… has a little, (or should I say, average? AHAHA… you'll see.) problem.
Rating: T for the next.. oh, I don't know, seven chapters? At least seven.
Note: This chapter is in third person! I like writing in third person sooo much better, so I'm going to see what you guys think. So make sure you let me know! :)
*~I'm going crazy, there are things in the streets I don't believe~*
"But the life we live isn't so simplistic, you just don't get what you want." James sang, kind of bored with the band's songs. He had taken his tank top off about half an hour ago, and was fully ready to just get out of the sun. After living in Minnesota his whole life, he decided that he'd never fully be used to the heat. It didn't help that his body temperature was naturally a bit warmer than most people's, enough so that a person could feel it if they put their hand on his arm. The sandy brunette took a step away from the car they were currently washing to wipe the sweat out from under his bangs, and sigh, deciding that he's never experienced anything hotter or more uncomfortable than California on a humid day.
That was, of course, until Dallas Northe pulled up.
"Hey guys!" She smiled under large green sunglasses through the passenger window of her Mustang to match.
"Hey, Dal." was the band's monotone reply.
"So, I'm here to continue solving your problems." She admitted, and the heat-stricken boys perked up.
"Are you going to pay us thousands of dollars to wash your car?" Carlos hoped out loud.
"Uhh, no." she said, and Carlos looked at the ground in shame of suggesting such an outrageous idea. "But, I am here to help. And, who wouldn't pay double what you're charging now, to get their car washed by a celebrity?"
"She… has a point." Logan smirked, and the rest of the group joined in.
"You're hired!" Kendall announced, and she laughed as she climbed out of the car.
*~Are you ever gunna reach the stars, if you never get of the ground?~*
Torture. This. Is. Torture.
At first, James thought having Dallas help wash cars sounded like a great idea. And her wearing tiny cut off blue jean shorts, and a white spaghetti strap tank top while doing it sounded even better. But then again, assumptions aren't always correct.
It was fun at first. James enjoyed studying the way her legs stretched as she wiped the hood of some of the taller cars, and the way her tank top would ride up a little, and show some of her tanned back and stomach before she'd pull it down after a few moments. James was good at checking girls out without being obvious. But with Dallas, he was having a little trouble. Every time the hem of her shirt would slink up and the contrast of her tan skin would show, he could just imagine his fingertips tracing the line made by the hem of both her shirt and shorts. He could practically feel her hands on his shoulder and on the back of his neck, and her lips on his. He could imagine his hands slipping under her shirt, and feeling her warm back, and then moments later, pulling it over her head…
"James!" Gustavo's voice was enough to snap anyone out of the deepest of day dreams. The round man was right in front of him, and spoke In a low voice for once. "Keep your tongue in your mouth" Roque pressed a beefy hand to his chin, not roughly, but definitely not gently either, and pushed his jaw up. "And keep that" he pointed down to the growing bulge in James's swim trunks. "In your pants."
James jumped behind another car out of embarrassment, and quickly adjusted himself. Once he gained his composure, he walked back out and went back to washing a car.
"Stupid, horny dogs." Gustavo muttered as he walked away.
James was hosing off one of the almost finished cars (deciding that he was wrong before, and that there couldn't be anything more uncomfortable than a hot, humid day in California with this situation.) when Kelly announced that they've officially made enough money to pay everything off.
"Jeeze," Dallas huffed, and leaned against James. He wasn't entirely sure where she had come from.
"Too much work for Ms. Celebrity?" the lanky boy joked, draping his arm over her shoulder.
"Oh please, pretty boy." She smacked a hand to his toned chest. "So whattya say, we both go take showers, and you come over and I cook you tofu for lunch." She offered.
"Sure," he accepted with a smile.
Yeah, a very, very cold shower it will be.
I'm attempting to shorten my notoriously long a/n's. haha, so long story short, I apologize once again about how long it took to get this one up, and how short it is. My excuses won't help anything. :p so I hope you enjoy, and I can't make any promises about the next chapter about when it'll be up, but I really want to write it, so it might be done a little faster than usual. Oh, and what do you think about the third person thing?
Thanks guys, love, KingdomHaley:)