FP visits Alice in her trailer when she isn't allowed to go to school. He tries to heal her and they talk about their time in Sunny Side Trailer Park.

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Chapter Four

FP POV

"I was as tough as nails but around FP, silly putty."

I doubt she'll see me but I have to talk to her. I have to tell her that I wasn't just blowing her off or being a jerk. I was trying to help her. I didn't want her to get into more trouble than she was already in. Turns out, that is exactly what she managed to do.

Expelled for three days because she has gotten into four fights in the past couple of weeks. I know that it is not my job to tame her, but sometimes I want to tell her that she doesn't have to feel like that. She can be excited about life sometimes. I know I am.

I knock on her door. I wait with my hands shoved in my pockets so that she doesn't see them shaking. Alice opens the door, chewing gum, her hair not as perfect as it always is, in nothing more than a black bra and tight torn jean shorts. She still has on her cross necklaces and her gloves but there are such a small part of her hardened exterior that I can see parts of her I have never seen.

I have seen Alice Smith naked, completely naked and against my body but I have never seen her like this. Without coverage. Without walls. Without hardened layers of bone around her. Without bars covering every part of her body.

She is almost naked to me and that is the most beautiful way that I have ever seen her.

"Hey," she says with a little anger.

"I, uh, came to see how you're doing," I say.

"How I'm doing?" she asks, rolling her eyes. She pulls the door open a little bit and then lets me in. I walk into her tiny trailer. It is smaller than mine but not messier. The place is mostly clean with a few pieces of trash lying around. There is a mattress on the floor in the living room with a blanket thrown over it and another blanket thrown over the couch.

"You have company in here?" I ask her, feeling a little worried for myself and hoping that she doesn't notice it.

"No," she says. "My mom sleeps back there with whatever boyfriend she decides to bring home. My sister and I sleep out here."

"Right," I say. I always forget that she is related to that weird girl that always wears too much make up and tries way too hard to get a mans attention. She has gotten mine in the past but that was before I realized just how strange and angry she can get. She definitely has the Smith's anger problem.

"So how bored have you been, not going to school?" I ask her.

"You know, day time programs aren't exactly wicked," she says with a roll of her eyes. She sits down on the couch and throws her arm over the back of it, flipping the volume down. I look down at the couch and then around the tiny room. There is no where else for me to sit. I suddenly feel very out of place. I know I live here, but I don't feel like I should. I can be better than this.

That is where Alice thinks I have the problem.

She wants me to conform.

"Alice?" I ask, feeling weird.

She looks up at me and then down at the seat.

"Chill," she says with a shrug. I sit down beside her, staring at her beauty and try my best not to look like I am falling for her. But for once, I don't want to control my expression. I don't want to control my feelings. I want her to watch me. I want her to feel what I feel. I want her to be with me just as bad as I want to be with her.

I see the smallest bit of blood on the side of her face. There is a small cut, clearly from someone scratching her face. I brush my hand down the side of her face, trying to get it off of her. I don't succeed but I brush my finger down her face again. Slowly, Alice looks in my direction with her eyes swimming in want and confusion. She wants me but she doesn't want me to know it yet. I can see her start to melt as I pull my hand on her thigh, up her leg until I am at the place of complete warmth.

"FP," she mumbles, her voice like velvet on my skin.

"Alice," I say. "Sometimes I think…"

"What?" she asks.

"That maybe we could go for a malt at pops or something," I offer. I don't try to make my voice harder or deeper. I don't try to flirt or make her swoon. I just let it sound scratchy, vulnerable.

It is clear she appreciates that.

"Sometimes I think that too," she admits. "But then I think better of it."

"Why not?" I ask.

"People will talk and you and I…we don't match," she says.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask her.

"You think you're better than the south side. You think you can outgrow them. You think that you can leave them and they will leave you. But I don't mind that I'm a bad girl, that I'm a greaser with a dirty record," she says.

"I don't mind either," I say, putting my hand on her waist. I pull myself just a little bit closer to her. She leans close, her face inches apart from mine. She smells like cigarette smoke and exhaust and for some reason, it makes me want to grab her in my arms and kiss her so hard that my heart soars.

"You want to be the good guy, FP," she says.

I shake my head.

"Sometimes I want to give in," I admit.

She leans close so that our lips almost brush against each other when she speaks the next words. Her eyes are locked on mine so tightly that I think if I pull away, I'll pass out.

"Give in," she says.

I kiss her. I wrap my arms around her body and kiss her so hard that I can feel sparks in my entire body. I hold her closer, unhooking her bra from her back and tossing it aside. She pulls my shirt over my head with a smile on her face. It is not the same wild smile that I always see on her. It is gentle and beautiful and radiant. She is trusting me.

Slowly, I brush my finger down the curve of her breast along the downhill of her ribs and in the indent of her stomach. I kiss her there, under her bellybutton and then along the edge of her shorts, before pulling them off of her. I kiss up her perfect porcelain legs until I reach her mouth again.

She kisses me back.

After a long second of feeling nothing but pleasure, I stand up, taking the rest of my clothes off and then laying above her. We have never had sex this way before. It feels closer. It feels intimate.

"Alice?" I say in a voice so vulnerable it doesn't even sound like mine.

"FP," she says back.

Her voice is gentle, scratchy and close. So close. If I were to pull away from her, I wouldn't be able to breathe. I have to be this close to her to take another breath. If I don't, I'll die. I just know it.

"Be with me," she begs.

I put my arm right by her head so that our faces are right against each other as we become one.

"Oh, Alice," I mumble.

I hold onto her hand, interlocking our fingers together. I put our conjoined hands above her head, holding her hand against the couch beneath us. She smiles against my face as I trace my hand down her fingers, down her forearm, along her side, sending chills all over her body. Her legs reach around my thighs, holding onto me, sending our bodies even closer and a surge of pleasure through my rippling muscles.

"Forsythe," she whispers against me, melting underneath of my touch. With every embrace and caress, I seemed to be melting each part of her, tearing down every wall that she had ever put up around her body until finally, she was naked before my eyes.

And damn was she beautiful.

"Alice," I say, trailing my kisses down the hallow of her throat to the curve of her breast bone and then along the roundness of her nipples to the sharp edge of her collar bone.

"Make me yours," she begs.

We move our bodies in a perfect symphony. Our hips learn to form a rhythm better than any music that could possibly be created. We touch and hold and caress for a few long minutes more before she and I are saying nothing but the others name, calling out, holding tight and then there…in the final moments, I stare right into her blue eyes and see a spark of something unfamiliar.

Love.

I wouldn't know. I've never seen or felt it before but in that moment, I am almost positive.

So…did I totally just make you all fall in love with FP or what? That was some pretty intense stuff!