Okay, guess who's finally back from vacation? Hooray, tis me! I got a lot written over the last month so expect at least a chapter a week until I run out of them to show. Enjoy!
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Poll Results:
Vamp – 45%
Davey – 25%
Carrie – 20 %
Mr. Larter – 5%
Logan – 5%
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Xellda: Interesting your going with the classic happy ending, okay. Oh please, the DRAMA is JUST STARTING! BWHAAHAHAHAHAH! I Hope you can handle it, because it will be INTENSE!
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Immoral
By: StarUchiha
Chapter 10: The Disappointment of Avoiding Topics
"Favourite film?"
For the last forty-five minutes, this is what we'd been doing. We'd ask question after question after question, and then laugh at the answers - even if they weren't all that funny in the first place. Maybe it wasn't the answers we were laughing at but the mere situation that we found ourselves in beyond the questions. Truthfully, I never thought I'd ever get to be with Edd, sure I dreamed about it, but I never really believed it could happen – just hoped.
Yet, here we were. Together, actually together, with him as willing as I was. I was still somewhat confused about how it all went down, now it all seemed like a blur. He had only shown up at my school only the day before, and now a mere day later, I could kiss him without the looming feeling that he would push away, I could hold him, go near him. Yes, it was nice.
"Anything with Jack Nicolson in it," I replied happily. He grinned, his gaps showing, letting out a few laughs.
"Really," the tone of his voice was adorably amusing.
I smiled from where I was lying down. He was beside my head, sitting casually. We were both on the cement edge of the garden in the plaza down the Yellow Brick Road. I knew that Davey's appointment would be done any minute now, but I tried not to let it bother me. Just enjoy the good time I was having, you know? I could worry about all my other problems later.
"Of course," I laughed, more than said, "He's goddamn amazing! You don't know true horror until you've seen him in 'The Shining'. He actually scares the shit out of me in his films."
"You swear too much," he noted.
I shrugged, "Maybe you don't swear enough!"
"I don't believe so."
"Touché."
"It's too bad you, and your sisters were always encouraging each other to act so repulsively when we were younger," he stated, breaking our question pattern, "I would have liked to meet this you a lot earlier."
"Well I think a lot of it had to do with hitting puberty," I mused, "After that crap hit, I kinda saw the error of my ways, so to speak. It also helped having Vamp and Carrie around, as inappropriate as they can be, they know when to stop. I guess I just learned by example after my stupidity became clear."
He nodded, "That's a reasonable conclusion."
I winked at him, a flash of my better flirtatious ways appearing for the moment. His smile was soft, and innocent. Then I felt another twang in my stomach. I had never wanted to kiss someone this bad before. Part of me was craving it, badly. I wanted to take his mouth in mine until his smile wasn't so innocent anymore. Oh dear God, I wanted to make him dirty on my behalf. I sat up on the hard surface, stretching my back out so it would stop its irritating ache. A few nervous giggles erupted from the both of us and died out quickly. Something which had happened plenty of times through the time we'd been together. It wasn't the kind of nervousness that makes you feel bad, or that you were having bad thoughts about someone so you try to laugh it off. It was that stupid laugh you see new young couples doing on a first date when someone runs out of things to say.
"Why me," I asked, without thinking, "I mean, I wasn't exactly the girl everyone dropped dead over back in Peach Creek, and I was a big pain in the ass, that I know. So, why me, this all just kind of seems sudden. Not that I mind, just the opposite, I'm just confused I guess."
He sighed, loudly, "I probably should have seen this query coming."
"Probably," I agreed with a tense smirk.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure," he started, "You were certainly always missed, your presence mostly. I believe for a while, Ed, Eddy and I actually began to miss the attention you and your sisters always thrust upon us. Then Eddy got the whole of the 11th grade forced into this field trip. When I first saw you, with your brother, I was very unnerved, possibly scared, especially when I witnessed that incident in the hallway. Then I got to see you with your friends, acting like a normal girl and not like the demon which used to plague our streets. It was intriguing, and I then found myself wondering about what else had changed about you. Of course, next you were taken to the office and late for that interesting dance/music class, and then I enter the gymnasium, back from the facilities, and there you are. I couldn't help but stare, you seemed to be a completely different person. Then, we talked and I found that you were indeed different, but somehow you still managed to keep your better qualities and expand on them. All of a sudden, you kissed me and ran off before I could say anything, and frankly, I couldn't get anything we talked about, or anything pertaining to you at all, out of my mind."
He looked at me with the sincerest expression, and I knew he was telling the truth. It's a wonderful feeling when someone you feel so much for admits they feel the same. No matter how much you rake your brain over, trying to imagine the situation in which it happens, it never compares to the real thing. The thrill that fills your lungs as every word passes from their lips. It's so much more than exhilarating. My brain was in overdrive, and I found myself staring at him with a childish smile on my face. Suddenly, I wanted to dirty him again, but not in the naughty way like some couples do – the kind involving lubricants and no clothes. I can't really explain it, but it was nice to feel, even if I was a little too scared to act on it.
"This week is just full of surprises, isn't it," I asked him quietly, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
"Very much so."
I leaned into him, my head resting on his shoulder softly. I knew he was surprised at this. I was bold, but I think he saw my hesitation with almost everything I did around him in the last while. I felt a lot better about the gesture when he returned it, letting the side of his face fall onto my scalp.
"May I pry about something?"
"You can try, no satisfaction guarantees though."
"That fight you had, had with that guy in the hallway. What was it over?"
"Nothing you should worry over."
He took a breath in, cautiously almost, "What if I wish to worry?"
"Don't say that," I smacked his arm softly, but my twinge of anger was real. He felt it.
"Why not? If my girlfriend is finding herself in violent fights in near empty hallways, then I would like to know the reason."
"Oh so I'm your girlfriend now," I mused.
"I believe that would be the proper term considering our new relationship, now please answer my question or at least, give me a proper excuse to why you cannot."
"I cannot tell you because I don't think that you would like to hear about him."
"I think that is for me to decide," he noticed my annoyed expression, "Oh, don't look at me like that. You did give me permission to pry."
"Ah, ah, ah," I wagged a finger at him in a feeble attempt to bring some light into his darkening conversation, "no guarantees, remember?"
He nodded, disappointed to say the least. I let go of my knees and hugged him from the side. Half of me still expected him to push me away and run. He didn't. I knew the feeling would eventually pass, but it still was unnerving having to wait until it went.
"You don't want to know about him," I said, it was muffled a little by some hair that had landed in my face, but was still understandable, "Just trust me on that. I know you'll find out eventually, but until then, just ignore him. You might see a lot of him, which is unfortunate, but I will tell you another time. I promise."
"Do you really," His voice was slightly sceptical, which made me a little frustrated. But it wasn't like I couldn't understand it. He thought I was hiding something from him, probably because I was, but explaining the nasty details on why you and your ex broke up is not something for a first day of relationship. I'd get to it eventually, that much I truly meant. I also knew that it had to be me who told him. Most of the school knew the story, certain facts were twisted, some people were on my side, others on his, but it was known. Students knew not to talk to me about it and teachers too luckily. I can clearly remember one girl, who had been on Drake's side that decided to give me a piece of her mind on the subject (one she knew none of). She moved to the public school at the other side of Windsville the next day. As unnecessary as it seemed to be, it did the trick, no one from Drake's side tormented me from then on.
"I do," my face showed obvious signs of pain at the unintentional wedding words, "Yeah, yeah I do."
He didn't pick up on my sloppy recovery. His mind was elsewhere. He was probably running that damn fight he'd seen over and over in his head. I wish I had the guts to blurt it out right there, but I didn't. He'd ready seen me blubber over my brother, the last thing he needed to see was me crying over a bad boyfriend who I have a tendency to get physical with. I was lucky to have most of the school on my side, even if they didn't know the whole story. Truthfully I don't think anyone besides me and Drake did. The problem was that I needed him on my side. I wouldn't be able to take it, if by some cruel twist of fate he believed Drake was the better party. I think I would die inside if that happened. So presumably, I kept my mouth shot.
My alarm went off soon after. It left a bitter taste in my mouth that the night hadn't been ended on a high note, but one of disappointment. I leaned over and pressed my lips ageist his cheek. He smiled at me once again. I smiled back as much as I could, but either way I felt terrible about not telling him about Drake. Still, I figured it was best to keep it secret until it needed to come out. I didn't want to ruin something so good and so new and something I was far from getting enough of. He got up quietly and waved to me as he walked into the dance studio to wait for Vamp. I sighed, half due to my undeniable raging hormones, and half out of sadness. This problem with Drake was getting bad. I had gotten over the scandal, I had gotten over him, and I was still over him. Yet somehow, he still managed to plague my mental and physical states in some kind of living nightmare – one with a month of use still expected. Even when he wasn't around he managed to hurt me.
I hate that bastard. I really do.
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