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Inspirational Song:
You Make It Real by James Morrison
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Junior:
My arm tightened around the amazing girl I claimed as mine. Walking away from my grandfather's casket, I was set at ease. The sole thing that has kept me sane is knowing that he is headed for peace in after life. Kneeling by his coffin, I told him that he was going to be okay and that I'd miss him. I knew that he was listening to me.
Grandpa always told me as a kid that no matter where he was, he would always be with me, and even now, a part of me still believed him. Taking one last glance back, through the doors, I bid a final goodbye.
"You okay?" Yaya asked, stroking my lower back. That became her routine, that was the first place her hands landed whenever she was near me. It comforted me. I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, I'm great." I murmured. Just as the words left my mouth, someone tapped Yaya's shoulder from behind. I tensed immediately, slightly shifting in front of her as we turned around. One of my dad's old friends stood before us.
"John." I stated. He grinned at me.
"Is this the girlfriend that your dad has told me so much about?" he asked, eyeing Yaya. A low growl erupted from my chest. Yaya gave me a quick glare before stepping around me and holding out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Yaya." John took her hand and shook it lightly, examining her face.
"I'm John, John Bane, say…you wouldn't know someone named Quil by any chance would you? You remind me of him." Yaya chuckled.
"Oh, yeah I know him quite well actually." she smiled.
"Really, how so?" he asked.
"He's my father." John gaped.
"NO! You are his spitting image, dear. I can't believe Quil, had a daughter. You know back in our day, he always talked about having a son!" he laughed.
Yaya giggled, rolling her beautiful hazel eyes. "Yeah, well he got what he wanted and then some. I have a twin, who consequently is a boy." John chuckled.
"Well I'll be." he shook his head. "Do me a favor, doll?" he asked. I was getting frustrated. John was getting a little to comfortable talking to my girlfriend.
"What's that Mr. Bane?" she asked in leery tone.
"Please, call me John, hon." he corrected. "Tell your pop that John says hello."
Yaya nodded. "Will do, Mr. Bane." she grinned mischievously. I snickered internally. She was calling him by his last name purposely, he was making her a bit uncomfortable. That was her way of telling him to back off without getting disrespectful or belligerent at my grandfathers service.
Did I mention that my girlfriend is the shit?
"Thanks, it was nice meeting you Yaya." he smiled at her. "Junior." he nodded toward me and disappeared.
"Well that was the strangest damn thing that has happened to me in the last few days." she blurted out sarcastically. I laughed.
"Ah, he's harmless." I said nonchalantly.
"Oh, and why exactly were you standing in front of me like my mighty protector? I practically had to climb over your friggin' back to shake the man's hand." she giggled. My arm automatically found it's way around her waist as we walked to my car.
"I can't help it, you're my girl. I don't like it when a guy just randomly approaches you." I rambled.
She just eyed me. "And he touched you." I muttered looking away from her intent gaze. She le out a loud laugh. Suddenly she flexed her arms like a wrestler.
"GRRR, I'm Yaya mighty protector man!" she grunted like a caveman. I laughed at her. "I don't constantly need you to protect me." she smiled at me. "I'm pretty tough, if you haven't noticed already."
Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her to my chest, backing her up against the side of my truck, I leaned lazily against her. "I know you're a kickass chick, believe me, I know better than anyone. How many times did you pop me in the face? But why can't I just be the protective boyfriend every now and then?" I begged with my puppy dog eyes. She laughed and her hundred watt smile made my insides knot up.
"I guess every now and then wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's nice to know that you get jealous when other people touch me. Even if said person is an old, old friend of my fathers, in which he is old enough to be my father, in which I would never enjoy his creepy company." she mumbled on.
"I wasn't jealous!" I defended myself.
"You were." she argued.
"Was not."
"Were too, you're a terrible liar!" she complained.
"How do you figure?" I challenged. Her eyebrows shot up.
"Your eyebrows always wrinkle and you're eyes get wide." she said simply.
"They do not!" I argued with her again.
"Do too! Do you remember when I left you in the caff last month? I left my Ho-Ho with the rest of my lunch, when I came back it was gone. I asked you where it went and you said you didn't know. I could tell you were lying because you're eyes were about to bug out of you head!" she laughed.
"Ha, I really did eat your Ho-Ho." I chuckled.
"I KNEW IT!" she looked at me incredulously.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this am I?" she shook her head. "Stupid ass Ho-Ho!" I grumbled and she beamed at me.
"Oh Junior, you should know better than to screw with Yaya Ateara, and you should know damn well better than to screw with Yaya Ateara's Ho-Ho!" she said seriously.
I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her pouty lips. She was too cute.
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Yaya:
School was back to normal. Junior had come back and it felt better to have him with me. When he was at home all last week, it felt strange without him.
All the guys were well aware that he and I were together, but that didn't stop them from teasing us…well scratch that, teasing ME, about it. My brother also gave Junior a talk about, I quote "dating my little sister", in front of God and everyone. I swear my face was beat red by the time he got done acting all macho.
"If you hurt her in any way, I will have your balls and you will never grace the earth with any spawn. Clear?" Kane said coolly. My face was heated.
"Dude, you know I would never." Junior replied calmly.
"Good, keep it that way." my brother retorted. I rolled my eyes, having enough of this conversation at my expense. All the guys were bursting vessels they were laughing so hard.
"Alright, enough!" I muttered, glancing between the two of them. "Kane, I can take care of myself…and I'm not your little sister, damn it! We. Are. Twins." he always pissed me off when he called me his little sister. Technically he was right, but who cares, it bothered me. Junior patted my back.
"Relax." he mumbled in my ear. His breath was minty on the side of my face. The bell signaled and I flung myself from the table, heading out the door. Junior caught my forearm and pulled me back, latching his arm around my waist. He did this everyday, as if to stake his claim on me or something. "He's just looking out for you." he said quietly as we walked to my locker.
"I know." I sighed. "I just wish he would tone it done a little." I caught glance of Katrina from the corner of my eye. She glared at Junior and I. Smiling at her, I decided to be mature. She just scowled.
"Bitch." I muttered under my breath.
"What's that?" Junior asked.
"Nothing." I grinned up at him as we got to my locker. He reluctantly released me. "I have to see Mr. Crow about my absence" he said I nodded my head.
"See you in class?" I asked. He leaned down and kissed me slowly.
"Yes." he said before caressing my cheek and walking off toward the counselor's office. I grinned to myself and spun the combo to the lock on my locker. A lot of the students were already in class, but I took my time getting my stuff. I heard someone approach me from behind. I ignored them and gathered my stuff. A shock of fear ran up my spine when a hand landed on my shoulder.
WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH PEOPLE AND APPROACHING ME FROM BEHIND LATELY?
The hand forced me to spin around.
Before me stood Damen Jacobs. The quarterback of the football team, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulder. He and I haven't been on good terms since I kneed him in the balls last year. He told the whole football team that he got into my pants, so needless to say, I got a little angry.
"Oh!" I said startled. "What's with you Jacobs?" I asked. He wore a evil smirk on his face.
"Hey Ateara. So I heard that you and Tama are together now." he stated.
"Yeah, and?" I asked, getting irritated. Damen took a step toward me, warily I took a step back, cornering myself against the damn lockers.
"So I'm not the only one that get's lucky." he said, putting his hands on either side of me, making escape impossible. I rolled my eyes.
"Nothing happened between you and I, Jacobs, you know that." I muttered. "Now, if you'll back out of my personal space, I'll be going now." I said, trying to move past him. One of his hands shoved my shoulder, roughly against the locker with a painful bang.
"Come on Yaya, one more go, for old times sake." I bell sounded, leaving only the two of us in the hall. Damen was pushed flush up against me now.
"Damen!" I yelled. His hand clasped over my mouth.
"Shut up, slut." he hissed. Trying my hardest, I brought my knee up, but me dodged it. "You should really try new defense tactics." I struggled to scream against his hand, which was pressed firmly against my mouth. Flailing as much as I was able, my efforts were fruitless, he was pressed to hard against me.
I was beginning to get frightened. Escape was near impossible for me now, and I didn't know what the asshole was going to do to me.
"Take your hands off of her, now." came a deadly voice, from my right.
Junior freakin' Tama, thank God!
Jacob's looked up at Junior with a sinister grin.
"Or what?" he asked.
HOT DAMN, THAT WAS THE WRONG THING TO SAY, YOU DUMBASS.
Faster than my eyes could process, Damen was ripped from me and on the ground. Junior atop, hitting every square inch he could reach. After a moment, Damen wasn't responding, wasn't struggling, but still Junior kept at it.
"Junior." I said, "Junior! Stop!" he was starting to shake incessantly. "Junior!" I screamed again. He didn't listen. Stepping forward, I attempted to grab his arm, but instead Juniors elbow flung back, coming in contact with my stomach, knocking me full down.
With an oomph, I landed on the floor, banging my head lightly on the lockers. Junior glanced up and rushed over to me, shaking violently. The air was just barely coming back into my lungs when I was lifted from the floor and carried down the hall out the main entrance. I heard Jacob's groan.
AT LEAST HE'S NOT DEAD.
"Oh my God! I hurt you!" he muttered, carrying me to his truck. I shook my head, feeling a little tired.
"S'okay." I mumbled as he set me in the passenger seat of his truck. Soon after I fell asleep to the lull of the car.
When I awoke, I was in Junior's bed, he sat off to the side, with his head in his hands.
"How long have I been asleep?" I blurted, startling Junior.
"Oh, you're awake!" he said. "Uh, just like an hour or so." I nodded.
"What about Damen?" I asked him, feeling a little upset, angry tears filling my eyes.
"Don't cry!" Junior fell to the side of the bed. "I'm sorry!" he mumbled, burying his face in my hand.
"It's not you." I mumbled as tears fell. "If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened to me." I ran my fingers through his hair.
"I hurt you though." he muttered. Now that he mentioned it, there was a slight throbbing on my lower abdomen. I pulled my hands from his hair, quickly I pulled up my t-shirt up to reveal a blossoming bruise on my lower naval.
"Dear god." he muttered, "I'm so sorry, Yaya." he pleaded as he gently pressed his warm fingertips to the sore spot. I involuntarily winced. Quietly, he raised himself to be at eyelevel of my tummy. Very lightly, he pushed kisses onto the skin. "I'm," kiss, "So," kiss, "Sorry." he said against the skin of my stomach. Goosebumps erupted all over me and suddenly, my bruise didn't hurt anymore. My skin was set on fire.
Junior's hands crept up my t-shirt, stroking my stomach. I didn't care to stop him. I wanted this. Pushing the shirt up further, he trailed kisses all the way until his lips met mine. Feverishly, I grabbed fist full's of his silky black hair and kissed him back with all my heart. His hand tugged my shirt, and soon enough it was pulled off and thrown on the carpet of his bedroom floor. I didn't feel embarrassed when his eyes scrutinized my partially naked upper half. I kind of cursed myself for not wearing a better bra though.
"I love you." he murmured against my lips. "I'm sorry for hurting you."
I yanked his shirt off, and tossed it where it fell next to mine.
"Where are your parents?" I gasped, when he kissed over my collarbone.
"It's their anniversary, they went to Seattle for the weekend and Chevy is with Gran." he mumbled against my skin.
Pulling his lips back to mine, I kissed him roughly. Straining, I pulled my leg over his hip and flipped him, now straddling his waist, where he was previously hovering over me.
"Good." I smiled as I dove back down to kiss him.
AN: SO the next chapter will be the fluffy lemon! SO WRITE ON LILJENROCKS! I can't wait to see what you write for us all! :D And sorry for the cliffy y'all!