AN: Hola Coca Cola! So I've been in the middle of moving :/ and man, moving out on your own in L.A. is a byatch! Does anyone wanna move in with me and be my roomate?! I promise I won't cook for you and will try to not take up too much closet space! (HA!)
Anywho, guys! My front yard looks awesome! Thanks to all the flaming bags you guys sent me, I was able to fertilize the entire garden X) Haha, no but seriously! Damn! I was scared for my life after reading some of your reviews... :S
On that note, thank you, thank you, thank you for all the love! (Tough love is love too) Your reviews are freaking awesome and I love you all! Yes, even those of you who threatened and insulted me... I like it rough ;}
Jade
I wake up to warm fingers softly trailing down my arm, sliding off my hand and up onto my hip, where they continue caressing a pathway to my thigh and back again. I let out a small sigh and smile as I open my eyes and am greeted with such a beautiful fucking sight I'm certain I'm still dreaming.
Tori is laying on her side facing me, her head held up by a propped up arm while her other one is busy setting goose bumps across my skin. Her hair is tousled and disheveled, cascading messily around her. Light coming in from the window giving her body, which is loosely wrapped in a sheet with only her legs, parts of her stomach and arms visible, an outer-worldly glow that makes my breath catch.
"Mornin'." She whispers giving me a small, delicate smile.
"Mmm." I grunt in response, to which she chuckles faintly. I grab a fistful of her sheet and pull her roughly towards me, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face in the crook of her neck. I inhale her deeply, her scent mixed with mine creating an aroma that makes me deliciously lightheaded. "I want to wake up to you every single day." I mumble into her neck before kissing her just below her jaw. I feel her stiffen in my arms before she tightens her grip around me, one of her hands tangling itself in my hair and pressing me further into her. I take that as a good sign and continue kissing her, moving up her neck as one of my hands slips under the sheet and skims the soft plane of her stomach. I feel her release a shaky breath by my ear as her grasp on me tightens impossibly more, before her body suddenly begins trembling against me.
What the fuck?
I freeze and immediately pull back when I hear her choke back a sob. She tries to pull me into her again but I manage to retract my head enough to see her face.
"Oh my God, Tor, what's wrong?" I gasp when I see how red and puffy her eyes are from crying, and I doubt it's just from these past thirty seconds. I raise my hand up to brush the hair from her face and she shuts her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Come here." I whisper as I pull her into me again and hold her firmly.
"I'm sorry…" she chokes. "I-I didn't wanna say anything… I didn't want you to get mad and-and leave!" My eyebrows furrow in confusion because I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on.
"Why would I get mad Tori?" I press a small kiss into her hair and continue rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down."I'm right here… I'm not going anywhere…" She clutches the sheets around me even tighter as her sobs begin to wreck her body violently, leaving me with no other choice but to simply sit there and hold her 'til she calms down enough to hopefully explain what's gotten into her.
A million thoughts run through my mind:
Maybe she's regretting everything.
Maybe she's realized this was all more of an experimental experience to her.
Oh God, maybe she's gonna say we would be better off as friends!
"Tori," I whisper, leaning my head against hers. "Please tell me what's going on… You're scaring the shit out of me."
She lets out a small broken sigh and reaches underneath her pillow from where she retrieves my phone and hands it to me. I take it hesitantly, waiting for her to give some sort of explanation or something, but when she remains quiet and only burrows herself deeper into me, I turn my attention back to the phone and turn it on, seeing an email message displayed on the screen.
The small sense of relief that flows through me when I realize Tori's distress isn't due to any of the reasons I feared is short-lived once I start reading through the message.
My blood runs cold and I feel my chest tighten to a point where breathing becomes an extremely difficult task. There's a sharp ringing in my ears as a heavy feeling of dread consumes me. I shut my eyes tight, willing my lungs to resume their normal function.
That fucker. That motherfucker…
The phone rolls off onto the floor when I stumble off the bed, the white sheet barely clinging to my body as I clumsily cross the room. Tori's hands fallling limply to her sides when I slip from her embrace, while she silently follows me with her gaze. I hastily push the window open and stick my head outside, gasping for air; feeling as if I were choking and fighting back sobs… But for some reason I can't seem to be able to produce any tears; or cry out for that matter. I'm just… I don't know what the fuck I am.
I turn away from the window since the cool air is doing nothing but make my suddenly clammy face feel even hotter. I let myself slide down the wall, until I'm crumpled on the floor by Tori's desk, clutching the sheet tightly around me.
"What now?" I hear Tori mumble from the bed after several minutes of deafening silence. I lift my gaze from where I've been staring at one of my discarded boots on the floor, and see that she's laying motionless on the bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling.
"I… I'll talk to him." I mutter. "He'll have to understand."
"You've tried that." She says dryly.
"Then I'll fucking go and make him understand." I snap, the tone losing its bite when my voice cracks. She lets out a humorless laugh and covers her face with her hands.
"You're actually gonna go…"
"Does it look like I have a goddamned choice?"
"Yes!" she cries sitting up on the bed.
"God, Tori…" I groan slamming my head back against the wall with a thud. "We're not running away! This isn't some fucking movie or romantic novel in which we can just run off into the sunset and live off our love forever and ever!" I spit, my words dripping with bitter sarcasm. "This is real life, and it fucking sucks. But we don't have any others to choose from."
I look back down at the floor, not daring to glance at her face because I know… I know the look in her eyes will just finish destroying my already obliterated heart.
"You seem to have already chosen yours though…" she whispers after what seems like an eternity, voice raw and broken, before she gets up and quickly walks into the bathroom. I flinch and close my eyes at the sound of the door slamming shut behind her.
I bring my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around myself and set my head down with a sigh.
Ok, so I sounded like a total bitch just now but, what can I do? I mean, seriously, what the fuck does she expect me to do? I obviously don't like this anymore than she does… Hell, I fucking hate this with all the passion I posses in my body, mind and soul combined. But that won't change anything at all.
I hear the sound of the shower being turned on behind the bathroom door, and for some reason, something within me twists in pain at the thought of her having the need to wash me off her. To rid herself of any traces my kisses and caresses left behind… As though I were already fucking gone.
My fist clench tightly around the sheet when I stand on my feet and stomp over to the bathroom door, determination evident in my stride. To do what? I don't know.
I stop short when I hear the faint, but very distinctive, sound of crying coming from inside. My sudden and irrational anger immediately dissipates as I rest my forehead on the door, closing my eyes and feeling my heart contract within my chest.
This shit is fucked up. And it's fucking us up as well.
I can't let that happen. I can't let it take from me more than it already is.
I twist the doorknob and sigh in relief when it easily turns to allow me inside. I step in quietly and carefully, my eyes quickly adjusting to the dim and foggy light and the steam rising from behind the shower curtain. I drop the sheet onto the floor and cautiously step into the shower. Tori is standing with her back towards me, facing the wall as the water pours down on her body. Her head is hung low, shoulders shaking as her quiet sobs rattle her body. I gently pull the curtain closed, engulfing us in a cloud of mist and steam as I step up to her and slide my hands around her waist, gently pulling her into me until our bodies are pressed together. I press my face onto her shoulder, the water enveloping us both as I press small kisses on her soft skin. She turns around in my embrace and wraps her arms around me, frantically pulling me to her and burying her face into my neck as her sobs turn into full blown crying.
"You're mine, Jade." She whimpers into my skin. "You're mine…" I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling that goddamned burning sensation build behind my eyelids while I hold her just as desperately.
We stand that way for what seems like hours but could perhaps have been only a few minutes, until Tori's cries diminish into small hiccups and broken sighs. I pull back slightly and use my index finger to tilt her face up so I may look at her. Her gaze remains downcast before she slowly drags it up to meet mine.
There's nothing I could possibly say to make any of this better. To make it hurt less, to make it less real.
So I don't.
I remain quiet and simply allow my eyes and mind to soak her in. I lean back against the cold, tile wall behind me and pull her close, so that we're merely inches apart. I take in every single detail of her face as I drag my finger across her eyebrows, down her nose, around her cheekbones, over her lips… Tracing, memorizing –admiring– the sheer perfection that is Tori Vega. Her eyes flutter shut; tears, conveniently camouflaged by the falling water, slipping from her eyes while I use my other hand to move aside the wet locks of hair clinging to her face, tilting it back enough to allow my lips to map every curve and dip on her neck.
Her own hands reach up and bury themselves in my hair, pulling me into her, her face pressed against the side of mine; our bodies now fused together as the water cascades around us. Nothing more than loving caresses and kisses are shared. The need to simply be in each other's presence outweighing everything else.
Forty minutes later, I'm sitting on Tori's bed, dressed in my clothes from yesterday, watching her as she sits at her vanity table, running a brush through her damp hair. I get up and head over to her, kneeling down just behind her so that our gazes meet through the mirror. Her eyes are dark and tired, but still she manages to smile when I kiss her shoulder and rest my chin on it.
"Tell your parents I'm kidnapping you for the rest of the day." I tell her softly. She gives me a faint nod as I climb back up to my feet, placing a small kiss on her cheek before grabbing my bag and heading to the window.
"Jade…" I stop and turn around just for two warm hands to hold my face in place while soft lips press urgently against my own. I stumble a few steps backwards 'til my back hits the wall and melt into the kiss. "No matter what happens…" she whispers into my lips. "I'm not losing you." I lean my forehead against hers.
"And I'm not letting you go." I tilt my head and kiss her with as much love and passion as I can pour out, wanting her to know how true my words are.
I climb down the tree and head to my car, which I had parked around the block so the Vega's wouldn't see it and become suspicious. I give Tori a few minutes to finish getting ready and let her parents know she's going out before I pull up into her driveway. A few seconds later she's walking out and climbing into the passenger seat, looking over at me and smiling softly. I gaze back at her through my sunglasses and return the smile, sliding my hand over her still bruised one, feeling the smooth, warm and delicate skin below mine – and God, was it just a few hours ago that I felt her entire body pressed against me? Writhing in pleasure as I my hands, lips and tongue explored every single inch of it.
Was it really just last night that every thought and feeling in my body and mind pertained solely to her? To her caresses and kisses and whispers… To the feel of her on me, beside me, inside me… My eyes flutter shut as the memories flood me; causing a renewed heat to spread across my entire body.
"If things weren't as shitty as they are," I say, interlacing our fingers and delicately running my thumb over her knuckles. "I'd tell you last night was, beyond a doubt… the best, most perfect night of my life."
A soft smile ghosts over her lips as she looks down at our intertwined hands.
"And if things weren't so unbelievably terrible," she slowly brings her eyes up to meet mine. "I would probably not have let you leave the bed all day today…" she whispers, small playful smirk forming as she does so. I chuckle and lean in to kiss her. Her free hand immediately cups my cheek as she twists in her seat to meet me halfway.
"How 'bout you and I get ourselves a nice little motel room…" I purr, dragging my lips and pressing small open-mouthed kisses across her face. "…and we see how loud I can make you scream my name when there's no pillow over your face..." I immediately feel her skin heat up at my words, and I know she's blushing.
"A motel? Really, Jade?" She complains breathlessly as the hand that was previously on my cheek now slowly makes its way up my thigh.
"What? I've always wanted to do it in a motel…" I state innocently, grabbing a fistful of her shirt to pull her closer as I now caress her face with my own.
"But it's so dirty and slutty…" she sighs, twisting her head to attach her lips to my neck while dangerously dipping her hand between my legs. "Definitely no place for a lady such as myself…"
"Says the lady…" I moan when she firmly runs her fingers up the center seam of my leggings."…who's feeling me up outside her parent's house in broad daylight."
She gasps and all but throws herself to the other side of the car. Quickly looking out the window to make sure we haven't been caught, and I can't help but laugh at how absolutely terrified she looks. I pull out the driveway and begin driving down the street, my laughter increasing when she playfully slaps my thigh and pouts.
And I realize that these little moments; where it's just me and her screwing around…These little snippets of time which I've come to live for, could be all but memories in a matter of hours. My smile fades as I look ahead at the road, the feeling of dread from earlier slowly creeping in to my chest once again. I know Tori feels it too because she delicately reaches for my hand and takes it into her own.
"So where are we going?" She asks, with an evident strain in her tone.
"We're gonna stop by my house so I can change first," I tell her, turning left onto my street. "I don't really feel like spending the entire day in this smelly over-sized pizza uniform."
"I could have let you borrow something of mine."
"My dear, Vega. My girls need to breathe…" I smirk.
"You could've just stayed shirtless then…" she giggles.
"Oh, I bet you would've like that, huh?" I chuckle pulling into my driveway. I turn off the car and sigh as I gaze at the tall, dark, empty building I've called 'home' for the past 17 years, looming before me. "Come on."
We make our way inside, and I try to pay no attention to the lack of furniture in the living room, or the stacks of boxes lined up against the walls. I keep my eyes fixed on the hallway stretching in front of me as I firmly pull Tori by the hand. I swing open my bedroom door and quickly close it once we're both inside, pressing my head against the wooden frame as I try to regulate my breathing, which I hadn't even noticed had suddenly gotten so worked up.
"You ok?" Tori whispers softly before putting her arms around my waist. I nod and place a hand over hers on my stomach.
"This fucking sucks, Tor." I mumble, lifting my head a little just to bang it back into the door. "I can't do this. I just… I can't."
"Jade?" a voice calls from the other side of the door.
"Ah fuck." I groan slamming my head even harder against the wood. "Just what I fucking needed."
"Is-is that your mom? I thought you said she worked on Saturdays!" Tori stammers.
"Well, she probably got the day off given the fact that we're fucking leaving tomorrow…" I snap, spinning around and stomping over to my bed where I plop down on the bare mattress just as the door opens.
"Jadelyn, I-" my mom trails off when she sees Tori standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Uh… Hi Mrs. West." She mumbles sending her a quick and awkward wave. Mom looks at her curiously, the same amused grin she had last time they met ghosting her lips.
"Hello." She says before turning her attention back to me, and I can't help but notice how fucking weird she looks in the casual clothes she's wearing. Tennis shoes, jeans, plain t-shirt and hair tied back in a loose ponytail… she actually looks like a – human mom?
Human mom…what the fuck does that even mean 'human mom'?
"Well look at you, all Sporty Spice and shit…" I mutter sarcastically. She gives me a pointed look before briefly gazing down at herself, and… smirking? Did she just fucking smirk? I straighten up and furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you want anyway?" She looks back at me and sighs.
"Your father left to Chicago la-"
"Last night, I know. Daddy Dearest sent me an email filling me in on everything. A fucking email…" I scoff. "As if he was conducting some goddamn business deal or something."
"He sent you- I had told him not to tell you…" She sighs.
"Why? You wanted the pleasure of telling me yourself that my life is pretty much completely out of my control now?"
"That's not-"
"Whatever… Doesn't fucking matter now, does it?" I stand up, pulling off my shirt as I walk over to the closet to grab a clean one. "I'm going out." I announce once I'm fully dressed again, grabbing Tori, who is still standing there awkwardly, by the wrist and pulling her towards the door.
"Jade, wait…" My mom grabs my own wrist as I reach for the doorknob. My eyes widen in shock as I look down to where her fingers are gently wrapped around me, before dragging my gaze up to meet hers. A memory of our collision out in the hall way yesterday morning, quickly flashing through my mind. Her eyes hold the same hesitant concern they did before, and it still freaks the shit out of me.
"What?" I spit through gritted teeth, yanking my hand away. She purses her lips and looks at the ground before looking back at me.
"I-" she clears her throat. "I need… to talk to you." Her eyes quickly shift to Tori.
"Oh… I-I can leave if-" Vega starts moving towards the door but I yank her back next to me.
"No." I command, and turn my attention back to the woman in front of me. "Whatever it is you have to say, make it quick. As my time is, literally, running short."
She stares at me with an unreadable expression, pursing her lips and letting out a sharp breath before walking out the door and across the hall into my father's study. I'm thinking maybe she changed her mind about the whole little talking idea and am about to pull Tori along to get out of this shit hole when she quickly comes back out with a manila folder in her hand.
"This." she says, holding up the folder. "Is for you." She then extends it towards me. I eye it curiously before reaching out and taking it. "If you want it, of course."
I feel Tori's body close behind me, no doubt looking over at the object in my hands with as much confusion and curiosity as I am.
"Is this a contract to ensure my soul as well as my life will be fully yours when-" I trail off as my eyes read over the paperwork in front of me. "Wha-what the fuck is this?" I ask, voice barely above a whisper.
"Everything is already filled out." She says softly pointing to different parts on the legal document. "All that's missing is the official seal from the court and you'd officially be… an emancipated minor."
"An emanci-what?" Tori exclaims from somewhere next to me after a few seconds of silence while my eyes remain frozen on the forms. "What is that? Jade, what is that?" she worriedly clings to the fabric of my shirt as she looks over my shoulder trying to read the papers.
"It's-it's uh…" I stutter, completely at a loss for words as my mind is still trying to comprehend what the fuck is happening.
"It means that, should she choose to go through with it, she'll no longer be under our custody and authority." My mom answers, gaze still firmly set on me. "She'd basically be considered an adult, to go and do as she pleases without needing our consent or permission." I hear Tori gasp and her grasp on my shirt tightens. "Of course there's a bunch of exceptions and legalities that would come with it but… we could go over that later."
"But dad… dad said that he was expecting us in-"
"I didn't really tell him." She says simply. "I knew he wouldn't agree and would just make things even more complicated. That's why I arranged for his inauguration to take place this weekend so he wouldn't impose." I gape at her in shock.
"You got dad sent to Chicago early? And you got this -wait- I thought you needed both parents' consent to get one of these done." I point out shaking the folder in my hand.
"You forget that I am your father's advisor and the head of legal counsel at the company." She says with a smirk and arched brow, and holy fuck this bitch is as sneaky and conniving as me… Or am I as sneaky and conniving as her? "Point is, as much as your father likes to think of himself as the big man at the firm just because he has a penis, I'm actually the one that calls the shots and gets things done." …Who the fuck is this woman?! "All it took was a couple of phone calls, reminding a judge of a favor he owes me, and I had this done by lunchtime yesterday."
"So… so what does this mean?" I ask. "You guys just leave and-and I stay here on my own-"
"Well, one of the requirements for a minor's emancipation is for said minor to be able to sustain themselves financially. Now, you also still need to remain in school and it would just be too much for you to get a job and continue focusing on your studies, so I've arranged for monthly allowances to be taken straight out of the trust fund we started for you when you were born, and put into your bank account. There is enough in there to maintain you living comfortably until you turn 18, when the remaining amount will be fully turned over to you for you to use as you wish." She takes the folder from my hands and skims through the papers in it until she pulls one out, placing it in front of the pile for me to see. "I've also worked out an agreement with the firm for you to be able to stay in the apartment we used to sublet to the interns that would work with us during the summer. It's a small studio apartment, but it's fully furnished and it's also right in the heart of Downtown, which is pretty close to your school. The lease would end a little after you graduate, and you could renew it should you choose to stay there. Until then, your father and I would take care of it so that you won't have to pay any rent or utilities. Your car would be transferred to your name as soon as you turn 18 as well." I stare at her with wide eyes, unable to say or do anything as my mind struggles to process all this information. Tori must be equally flabbergasted because she too remains quiet as Mom watches us with an amused expression on her face.
"Why… why are you doing this?" I mumble quietly looking down at all the papers splayed in front of me, then lifting my gaze to meet another one much like my own. She stares at me for a few moments, finally looking away and sighing.
"I just-" she shifts uncomfortably on her feet before once again meeting my eyes. "I just didn't think it was fair… To you." I almost laugh.
"You-you didn't think it was fair to me?" I scoff. "Since when do you even… when did you even start-" I splutter idiotically. My mind reacting the only way it knows how to when confronted with foreign emotions. "You don't even care about me!" And you'd think saying it would be easy after knowing it to be a fact for so many years, and yet hearing the words out loud brings a twinge of pain to my chest.
There's a voice in my head yelling at me to shut up, take what is being offered and just fuck the reasons! But something even deeper is pulling at me, needing to know. Aching for an explanation.
Is this a way to get rid of me once and for all? To not have to put up with me? But then, why not just leave me behind and let me figure my own shit out? Why go through all this fucking trouble?
"You didn't have to do any of this… All this legality bullshit and apartments and money… Why-why are you doing this?" I repeat, chastising myself for allowing my voice to crack at the end.
She sighs and awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yesterday morning, when-when I saw you I-" She lets out another sigh and leans heavily against the wall behind her. "I realized that you're… you're- God, I don't know how to fucking do this…" She grunts. "I just- I knew that it was wrong… Not only the whole moving you to Chicago but everything. And, this…" she motions to the papers. "…this is all I know. Legalities and bullshit." She adds with a faint smile. "That is all I know. I went to school for it, I got a degree, I was the best in my goddamned class! It's easy and natural and I'm actually really fucking good at it as you can see." She slumps against the wall again and closes her eyes. "Being a mother however… Now that's something else entirely." She murmurs. "I hate failure. To me it always signified weakness and was unacceptable. So when I saw how bad I was at this…" she motions between her and myself. "…I just- well lets just say I'm surprised you turned out this well after all the shit you've had to endure." She says with a faint chuckle; but the shimmering in her eyes… the way they glisten with unshed tears make my own insides quake. I have to tear my gaze away and blink several times to keep my own fucking emotions at bay. "I'm not doing this with the delusional hope that you'll somehow forget the past 17 years of your life and we'll become the best of friends and go get pedicures and manicures or go shopping on the weekends." She says and I scoff. "Even though I have a feeling that wouldn't be much your style anyway." She snickers and I have to fight back the small tug at the corners of my lips. "I'm doing this because I know it's the right thing to do." she continues. "And because maybe... maybe one day you'll think back and not hate me so much." She smiles, and even though she's trying to treat it as a joke, I can see the sincerity of her words clinging to the glimmer of hope in her eyes.
I remain quiet. Mostly because I can't bring myself to say anything. This is all too much to process, and I… I just really don't have the energy after the emotional fucking roller coaster these last couple of days, weeks and even months have been.
"So if this is what you want…" she says pushing off the wall. "Say the word, and it's done."
"Yea." I state after a brief moment of silence. "This is what I want."
"Ok." She smiles faintly and begins walking off into the study. "I'll make sure it's all taken care of before I leave tonight."
"Wait, tonight? I thought you were leaving tomorrow… What's gonna happen with my stuff and-"
"I changed my flight to tonight so I could have more time for damage control with your father since I pretty much figured you'd say yes. And I'll hire some movers to come and take everything to the apartment Monday afternoon to give you time to pack all your stuff up, ok?"
"And you're sure dad isn't gonna come and try to fuck everything up later?"
"He'll probably be pretty upset." She chuckles. "But I have enough dirt on him and his precious company to keep him at bay." She adds with a wink. "Alright, well, I still got a lot of things to do around here and I'm sure you girls have plans and stuff so…" She looks at me and smiles faintly. "We'll stay in touch yea?"
I swallow a lump in my throat and nod quickly, looking down at my shoes. Suddenly a squeal is heard from somewhere behind me and before I know it, Tori all but tackles my mom into a massive bear hug. Her eyes open wide as she awkwardly places her arms around the girl in front of her and I can't help but smirk at how much of myself I see in the woman… and for the first time ever, the thought doesn't make me wanna puke.
"Thank you, Mrs. West! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She whispers loudly into her hair.
"Oh, uh… you-you're welcome." Mom stammers, stiffly patting Tori on the back.
"Alright…" I mumble as I go and begin trying to pry her off. "Tori. Tori let go." She finally releases her and turns to me with an enormous smile on her face. "Vega, I'm gonna grab some stuff real quick, I'll… I'll be out in a minute, ok?" She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion until I give her a pointed look.
"Oh! Yes, yes! I'll be out in the car." She exclaims clapping her hands together. "To the car I'll go and in the car I shall be!" She chants as she turns to my mom and once more envelops her in a hug. "Mrs. West, always a pleasure!" She exclaims pulling back and mouthing one last 'thank you' before walking backwards down the hallway, silently cheering and fist-bumping the air behind my mom so that only I can see her. I roll my eyes, unable to fight the smile pulling at my lips.
Once she disappears around the corner I turn to my mom and see her shaking her head and sporting that amused smile she seems to only use for Tori.
"Why do you do that?" I ask.
"What?"
"Look at her like that." She chuckles and shakes her head again.
"I just… I don't know." She grins and shrugs. "She's just so… not… you?" I raise an eyebrow and look at her questioningly. "I guess I just never pictured you with such a… colorful and huggy and-"
"Annoyingly-happy-shooting-rainbows-and-sunshine- out-of-her-ass kind of girl?" I smirk. "Yea… you and me both."
She lets out a hearty laugh and holy fucking shit she is actually laughing! That makes it impossible for me to not smile in return. And I wonder if this weird warmth in my chest is what it feels like to not hate your parents…
"She makes you happy though?" she asks with a smile once her chuckles die down.
"More than anything." I respond quickly.
She inhales deeply through her nose and smiles even wider.
"Good. I'm really glad she's in your life."
"Thanks." I mumble, after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Thanks for… for doing this." She purses her lips and nods. "I'm-I'm really glad you're not a total bitch like I thought you were." I blurt out.
She lets out another small laugh and moves to stand directly in front of me.
"Well, I just think it's unfortunate that it took me so long to stop acting like it…" She says softly. "Take care of yourself, Jadelyn." She stretches out a hand and I hesitantly take it; shaking it firmly as though we were closing out a business deal. And I can't help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that it probably wasn't more than that.
I walk outside and immediately slide on my aviator sunglasses to shield my eyes from the bright California sun. I drop into the driver's seat and start the car, ignoring the bouncy brunette with the shit-eating grin staring at me from the passenger's seat as I shift gears and reverse out of the driveway.
It's not until I stop at a light in an empty street that I slowly and teasingly turn my head and let the smile that's been dying to appear grace my lips.
Tori lets out a squeal, so high and shrill that I'm certain every dog and infant within a ten mile radius is currently howling and going fucking nuts, before she hurls herself over at me. She manages to awkwardly sit on my lap and begins peppering my entire face with kisses, yelling a variety of 'oh my god', 'I can't believe it', 'is this really happening', 'I'm so happy I think I'm gonna puke', and 'pinch me 'cause I think I'm dreaming'…
The last one to which I happily oblige.
"Hey!" She cries, swatting my hand away from her leg.
"Yep. Seem pretty awake to me." I say pressing my forehead against hers and smiling.
"I still can't believe it." She breathes, cupping my face with her hands.
"Well, you better, Vega. 'Cause you're stuck with me now…" I whisper before gently brushing her lips with mine.
"Is that a promise?" She smirks while sucking on my bottom lip.
"No," I snake my arms around her waist and pull her close. "It's a threat."
Our lips collide hungrily against each other, eliciting heavy moans and whimpers from us both as all the uncertainty, fear, and dread from before is released through the pure love and passion being poured into the kiss.
An annoying honking coming from behind us causes Tori to break away from me and stick her head out of the window.
"Go around!" she screams, turning back and hitting the emergency brake lights before desperately resuming the kiss.
"This is illegal, you know?" I pant as she pushes me back against the seat with her own body weight; lips sucking on my neck while her hands shamelessly grope my chest.
"Your face is illegal…" She counters, licking my earlobe. "Illegally sexy…"
"Oh, Vega…" I snort. "Have I ever told you what a fucking turn on your comebacks are?" I tangle one of my hands in her hair to press her into me as she nips the skin between my neck and shoulder.
"And have I ever told you how wet your sarcasm gets me?" she purrs. My eyes snap open and she freezes in place. "Oh my God, did I really just say that?" She gasps shooting up into a sitting position, cheeks turning crimson. I can do nothing but stare at her. "Jade, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to be so... so crass! It… it just came out and-"
"Well smack my ass and call me Sally!" I exclaim in the voice I use to mimic her. "That was some hot fucking stuff Miss Peaches!"
"Jade…" She whines burying her burning face in the crook of my neck.
"Holy fucking shit, Vega…" I chuckle pulling on her chin so our eyes meet. "I have to admit, that little outburst is making me wanna do really, really bad things to you right now…" I whisper, as my eyes flick over her face.
"Yea?" she mutters, biting her lower lip.
"How 'bout we take this party down to the fabulous Six Inns Motel down on Sunset?" I say wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. "I'll even let you order room service, from the dirty lobby downstairs, 'cause we be classy like that."
"Eww, no thanks, I'm not hungry…" She giggles and pecks my lips.
"Ok, fine, we'll skip breakfast and go straight to dessert, which I happen to still have in the trunk of my car." I smile.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"Two words." I whisper, nipping her lips at the mention of each one. "Whip. Cream."
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