Yeah, I said I was going to update immediately, but I forgot... I have more chapters DONE, so hopefully tonight. If not, please exuse this busy college student :)
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Friday, Spencer felt awful as she stood next to Lash before the overly sweet costumes teacher. They had made no progress whatsoever, and the disappointment was clear in his eyes. "Do you at least have any ideas what you were going to do for this project? The very same project that I told you would count for more than half of your grade this marking period?"
Looking over at Lash, she saw that she was solo on this one, because he was off sending seductive smirks toward a girl in the second row. The teacher was waiting. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, "uhmm, f-for Lash... I was thinking black, with striped sleeves and a jagged purple L on the chest... and..." There were two white and purple strips across his left thigh and right knee. On his arm, right where the stripes met his black torso, a royal purple band went around his muscle and on it was a black and white symbol. It was a tear shape bursting with thick swirls. And fingerless gloves, leather. "For myself I thought about a... White bubble top, with a black corset -purple lace..." Striped thigh-high tights would go under a short and lacy black skirt, a skirt with purple under the mesh... Lacy fingerless gloves, black and white, on her hands. Just like Lash, she would have a purple band across her arm with the same logo. A tiny black magician hat sits crooked on her head, decorated with lace and a large purple S on it. "Forrrrr his casual outfit... Maybe... Some dark jeans... a gently-worn leather jacket layered on top of warm grey hoodie... Probably converses knowing him... And I'd probably wear... some black cargo pants, with a white corduroy jacket, with buttons on the side. And a purple hoodie underneath that, flats too. For our extra set, I thought about like formal wear. A classic black tux for him, with a black and white striped vest, white shirt, purple tie. Ohh, and a pin with our logo! For me, a silky purple dress, with no straps. And it's got to be a short bubble skirt, with a black and white striped belt under the- on top of the solar plexus. And our logo jeweled in the middle of the belt."
Spencer opened her eyes when she heard Mr. Hilario clapping. "Very very nice! I like it! You pass!" She was almost confused until she realized that while she was describing, she was also imagining. "Now, if you don't wear that tonight -both of you- I wont pass you! Prommmisssse!" While he went on raving about the use of their symbol and the consistency of colors, Spencer and Lash looked at eachother with looks of dread. They were going to be matching, and both figured that the other would absolutely hate it. "You two will look so proper together!"
"Haha, no."
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That night, Speed picked up Spencer around eight at her house where two surprised cousins were tearing the poor kids up. "And where are you going?" Two boys here in one week, something was up. "Why her?" For the most part, Speed just shrugged, but once in a while he would insult the dumb girls without them even noticing it. Literally too stupid to insult.
As they walked out the door to Speed's truck, Spencer had to ask. "Where does he even live?"
"A pink house, a big pink house."
"Pink?" That was unexpected.
Speed smiled and unlocked the doors, "they made sure his mother had a pink house. Her favorite color, so it's really her dream home, and more." That was the last Spencer heard before the engine turned on and she tuned out.
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Lash was moody. Lash was touchy. "Lash, you're being a whiny little witch. What is WRONG." Matt, Kyle, and Jason were sick and tired of their little brother's mood sw- WHIP LASHES.
Concerned, looked to her four sons and inquired. "What's going on Lash, honey?" When he didn't answer, she resorted to other means. "Boys?" Usually, she encouraged the boys to stay out of eachother's lives when it came to using their powers, but she hated seeing her little boy so shook up.
"He's blocking me out, I've got nothing... Wait," Kyle paused and reached for Lash, but he wasn't quick enough to really grab him. All he could get from the brief contact was blonde.
Lash cursed, knowing that the little bit was enough to get his other brother's powers really moving. With wicked grins, Jason and Matt closed their eyes and went to work. Back and forth they went, building on eachother's information.
"A blonde girl."
"I see three coming."
"Is it two and one?"
"One with Speed."
Jumping up, Lash got ready to walk out, "shut the freak up!" He was going to storm out, but his mother held his gaze.
Kyle smirked after getting a quick flash from Lash's mind, "Speed asked her first, and Mom, she's cute and has some stunning eyes!"
"Blue eyes?"
At that, Jason reopened his eyes and frowned at Matt, "no, not blue eyes ahead. But... I'm... What?" This time he looked a Lash and laughed. "Little brother, you will officially be loving me right now. Considering that the future can change, I'm just not going to share this one with you. However, little Miss Blondie, is a Mis-"
The doorbell stopped everyone's power surge, followed by a knock at the door. Everyone but Lash raced toward the door, hoping to find the blonde with stunning eyes who had been plaguing his thoughts. At the door were two stunningly beautiful and tall blonde girls that could easily pass as models... And Speed. Both girls were skinny as a rail and had blue eyes, but when Jason led them in by his hand on their backs, he knew that neither was the right girl. One was still missing though.
Eventually Lash made it to the door where he, too, saw that someone was missing. He knew where she was though. "Sleeping?" Speed nodded. "Good. Let's get going... Finally."
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Once Lash unhappily left with his friend and his date, his family retreated back to the livingroom. Even though no mother wanted to see her son get taken off by some girl, she was still proud that he could get such pretty girls all the time. Not that it was always a blessing. Pretty girls are rarely just as beautiful on the inside. "Okay, now I know I always tell you not to meddle, but this is when I'm giving you permission, boys. What's the scoop?"
Kyle spoke first as he got comfortable in his seat, "he's really confused right now about this girl. Speed did ask her first, which is what's making him mad. Originally he had no intentions of asking her, but now that Speed asked... Jealousy I suppose. He's not even admitting it to himself. I doubt he even knows."
"He's staring at her," Matt said, "while he has those two models right next to him. I think it's obvious to everyone but them."
's eyes lit up, "them? As in her too? Jason, what are you seeing?"
During this talk, he had been thinking desperately for an understanding of what he had seen earlier. It just didn't make sense. "Everyone is allowed one soulmate, right?" Everyone one nodded. "I'm getting a girl strung to him... And a boy."
With everyone still in shock, Jason stood up and headed for the front door. "Where are you going," his mother called after him.
Kyle laughed and clapped his hands, "good luck brother!"
Jason grinned ear to ear and ran his fingers through his hair to straiten it up before leaving. Now his mom was worried. "Where is he going?"
"He's going off to meet his wife! If he were here, he'd let you know the wedding is tomorrow!"
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Spencer looked the most part, she stood against a wall like a storybook wallflower. Her friends would come over and urge her to dance, but she politely refused. Mostly she used the excuse that her dancing was a danger to all those around. She was rarely alone, which was nice, but she was perfectly content whichever way. Speed didn't care much for dancing either, but he hung out with his friends for half the time, the rest with Spencer. Lash mostly hung out with the girls, playing the numbers. It was sickening, but not unexpected. At the moment, he was sliding his hand up and down the bare arm of Lynne Coalson. Most likely he was chatting her up, telling her how sexy she was and how she was belle of the ball. Next he would probably find her sister and say the same thing. Word. For. Word.
Turning to Speed, she desperately searched for something to say until she finally came up with, "Speedy, how did you meet Lash?"
The husky boy sighed, it was a memory long since passed. "I was playing at a park, playing tag -winning of course- when he and his brothers showed up. It was getting dark, so everyone was leaving. His brothers told him to go and play with me. Since I had no one left with me, I let him. So, we were running and chasing eachother, having trouble catching. Gradually we kept going faster and faster, dipping into our powers. We were far into the woods behind the park before we stopped. I threw a fit and hit him;I was pissed that he was able to keep up with me. He cried and said that his brother's told him it was okay because I was like them. We've been friends ever since."
Spencer clapped at the cute story, she almost expected something of that nature. "That's wicked sweet, Speedy!...Did he really cry?"
Nodding, Speedy chuckled lightly. "He did. He's a bit softer than people think. Though, he'd kill me for telling you that."
"Why me?"
Speed ran his hand through his hair tiredly and looked off away from her. "Shouldn't have told you that either... He just-" he paused for a few minutes trying to find the words to properly explain Lash's thought process in a delicate manner. Finally he said, "it's just you. Something about you -that I just don't seem to get apparently."
Spencer knew from his tone that he was disappointed that his best friend wasn't completely confiding in him on this issue. She didn't push the inquiry.
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The dance was halfway over before Spencer finally entered the dance floor, but as Lash watched her, he realized maybe it wasn't a good thing. Once she started, it was hard to look away. Jake and Cas were on either side of her, moving their hips with her's. A genuine smile formed on her face, making her glow like lights on Christmas. Their little group gradually in numbers, soon having having nearly everyone around. Sickening! A slow song came along, and Lash was relieved to see the crowd finally dispersing. Spencer started to walk off laughing with her friends. Part of Lash started to head for her to ask her for the dance. Another part of him had full intentions of simply walking right past her. The first part won..
Five feet before reaching his target, Lash was stopped in his tracks. Speed -his very own best friend- had caught her first and was leading her back to the dancefloor. Because Speed was his best friend, he certainly couldn't get -dare he think it- jealous. Besides, he would catch her on the next one.
Or not.
Spencer was asked, song after song, for fast paced and sexy dances, he could hardly get near her. He was the desirable bachelor of the night! What the hell! As another song came to its climax, requiring higher energy, Lash walked out of the gym into the cool air of the vacant hallway. He didn't need to see the shrimp of the school catch everyone's eyes with frisky dancing;not when that was his role.
Lash banged his head against the cool lockers and stayed there. Moments later he heard the gym doors open and close, then the water fountain, and finally a head bang on metal next to him. He didn't have to look to know who it was. He had two gorgeous females in there, begging to go home with him. Not that he would allow that, but it was a comfort knowing. Life was perfect before the troll next to him showed up. So far, he hadn't gone a single day without thinking about her. Annoying.
"Lash-"
As fast as Speed, Lash turned her around and pinned her to the lockers and stood in front of her. For a moment she found him almost menacing, but as she watched longer, she saw something in his eyes flicker like hunger. It caused an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she wouldn't run. Innocently she nibbled at her bottom lip and looked up at him. In response, he clenched his eyes closed for a breath before he grabbed her wrist and dragged her onward. For a second she wondered if he was a psycho dragging her to her death, but he entered the gym. He didn't slow until they reached the crowd, where Spencer took over. She twisted her hand and slid it down to grasp his. From there she led him to the center of the mob. Confused, she could tell he was. Releasing his hand, she started to dance. She pressed her backside against him, tilted her head back and grinned. "I love this song!"
Oh-oh, I kinda wanna be more than friends
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Saturday morning Spencer heard a knock at her front door, it was soft, but loud enough to wake her up. Knowing her cousins wouldn't get the door, she had no other choice but to get up and do it herself. As she descended down the stairs she noticed she still had her purple dress on from the previous night. Great. She must have passed OUT last night. Not even wanting to see what her face and hair looked like, she made a point of avoiding the mirror on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. The person at the door knocked again, but it was patient, so she didn't run. She was too short to see through the peephole, so she just swung the door open and wished that she had put a bathrobe on at least. Standing there in tuxedos were two very handsome men, one with a silky green tie, the other with blue.
Two good looking men, she figured, must be for her cousins. "Um, hold on, I'll go get Rachael and Sophie-" just as she started to walk back toward the stairs they called after her.
"W-wait! We're looking for a Miss Spencer-"
A voice she recognized from behind them called out, "she's hardly a 'miss'!"
Spencer peered around the other two men, "Lash?" She noticed he was wearing the tuxedo she had forced him in the other day. Purple tie and everything.
The said boy pouted, crossed his arms, and turned his back to her like some spoiled child. "Guys, come on," he begged the other to men, "really? Why do this?"
The blonde looked back to the other men, "do what?"
The one in blue smiled charmingly down at her, "hi, my name is Kyle Livingston." The other one introduced himself as Matt Livingston.
She had heard that name before, then it clicked like a bomb. "Wait, 'Livingston' as in Lash Livingston?"
"The very same," Matt grinned. "We're his brothers." Lash shouted something about that being a lie, but the three of them ignored him. "We know it's a little sudden, and we hate to spring this on you so quickly, but we would like to cordially invite you to our brother's wedding-"
"Lash is getting married?"
The boys all watched in horror as Spencer's eyes rolled back into her head and her body fell to the ground behind her. Matt and Kyle panicked, but Lash knew better; he stayed back to watch as his brothers kneeled next to her trying to wake her. She fainted at the thought of him getting married. Other girls have freaked about the thought, but none went so far as to actually faint. It was bloody brilliant! Moments later he heard weak coughing and his brothers sighing with relief.
Spencer had never felt so lost in her life. Propped up by Kyle's arm, all she could do was ask dumbly, "Wait... He's getting married?"
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Does anyone mind that this is gonna be so freakin' long? It's nearly thirty already, but I have lots more. It's not that long though, I mean, each chapter is only like 2000 words. Not horrible. Oh well, I'm content. It will be coming to an end soon!
