Hello people. Sorry for the long wait. I've been having trouble continuing
this story for some reason. Anyways, enjoy. This chapter is dedicated to
Britts.
Love you all platonically.
And now the story...
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I can't believe I did that. I kissed him. I kissed my best friend. I kissed Merton. And I think he liked it.
Oh my God.
And then I ran like a scaredy wolf, and left him standing in that alley. That deep, dark alley in the middle of Pleasantville.
"I'm so stupid." I mutter as I turn around and run back the way I came.
When I arrive at the alley I find it devoid of Merton. Cursing to myself I quickly run towards the park, hoping to find him there and safe.
He's sitting by himself on the park bench where we left Mary. He looks so sad and confused sitting in the dark. He seems so vulnerable to me. Usually he's full of so much energy he always seems larger than life. Better than life.
"Merton." I call softly as I step out of the darkness.
He startles slightly at the sound of my voice, but doesn't look too surprised to see me.
"Listen, Tommy," he begins wearily, "if you're going to apologize for that kiss just hurry up and get it over with, so I can get on with my life."
He sounds so heartbroken and resigned. He acts like this happens everyday.
"I wasn't going to apologize," I say softly as I take a seat beside him, "why would I apologize?"
He looks surprised at my answer, "I - I don't know," he replies finally, sounding confused, "Why would you?" he asks, looking at me hopefully.
"I wouldn't." I answer and lean towards him.
He meets me halfway, lips parted and eyes closed. It's just as good as the first time. His mouth still warm, and his taste still as incredible.
Except this time our hands are more involved. I'm touching him wherever I can, running my hands up his sides and over his chest. I'm absently aware of his hands rubbing my chest, but he feels too good to focus on myself.
That is until Merton suddenly straddles my lap, pressing himself against me, and we still haven't broken contact between our lips. His strong hands are running through my hair, massaging my scalp. If I were a cat person I'd purr. I moan instead.
The annoying need for air forces us apart.
"You're not wolfed out," he points out breathlessly.
"I didn't want to hurt you." I reply, leaning forward and sniffing his neck.
"W - What are you doing?" he asks, sounding more breathless than before.
"You've always smelled so good," I say, "like candle wax and old books. It makes me wonder what your skin tastes like."
I slowly run my tongue along the curve of his neck, causing him to take a deep shaky breath.
"H - How do I taste?" he asks shakily.
"Great." I whisper before claiming his lips again.
"Oh. My. God," a vaguely familiar voice exclaims from a few feet away.
We jerk apart, and I'm barely able to keep Merton from falling on his ass.
"Mary," Merton says, scrambling off my lap.
Mary. Bitch.
"You were kissing!" she shrieks, "You said you weren't seeing anyone!"
She needs to chill out before she busts my eardrums.
"I wasn't," Merton replies, his hands raised in a calming gesture, "this just sort of happened."
"But he's a jock!" she screeches indignantly.
"I'm sorry, Mary. I didn't think this was going to happen," Merton replies, as he backs away from the very pissed off woman in front of him.
I quickly stand up, and take my place by his side in an overt gesture of protection.
"Were you using me?" she asks angrily.
"No!" he replies, obviously surprised she would think that. "I never thought Tommy would like me."
"I don't believe you," she replies, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Yeah, well, believe it. If he says he didn't use you he didn't use you," I say, coming to my friend's defense.
"Like I'll believe *you*," she replies, glaring at me, "I'll get you back, Merton. Or my name isn't Mary Sue Goodwin," she says vehemently, casting her glare on Merton before turning and walking away.
"She seemed so normal," he mutters, watching her walk away.
"They usually do, buddy. They usually do." I reply, patting him on the back sympathetically, "Now, where were we?" I ask, taking his hand and pulling him onto my lap as I sit down.
"I guess we'll have to start over."
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Please review. It's my lively hood.
-- A.H.
BTW, I just have to say that 'Bother' by Stone Sour is awesome.
Love you all platonically.
And now the story...
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I can't believe I did that. I kissed him. I kissed my best friend. I kissed Merton. And I think he liked it.
Oh my God.
And then I ran like a scaredy wolf, and left him standing in that alley. That deep, dark alley in the middle of Pleasantville.
"I'm so stupid." I mutter as I turn around and run back the way I came.
When I arrive at the alley I find it devoid of Merton. Cursing to myself I quickly run towards the park, hoping to find him there and safe.
He's sitting by himself on the park bench where we left Mary. He looks so sad and confused sitting in the dark. He seems so vulnerable to me. Usually he's full of so much energy he always seems larger than life. Better than life.
"Merton." I call softly as I step out of the darkness.
He startles slightly at the sound of my voice, but doesn't look too surprised to see me.
"Listen, Tommy," he begins wearily, "if you're going to apologize for that kiss just hurry up and get it over with, so I can get on with my life."
He sounds so heartbroken and resigned. He acts like this happens everyday.
"I wasn't going to apologize," I say softly as I take a seat beside him, "why would I apologize?"
He looks surprised at my answer, "I - I don't know," he replies finally, sounding confused, "Why would you?" he asks, looking at me hopefully.
"I wouldn't." I answer and lean towards him.
He meets me halfway, lips parted and eyes closed. It's just as good as the first time. His mouth still warm, and his taste still as incredible.
Except this time our hands are more involved. I'm touching him wherever I can, running my hands up his sides and over his chest. I'm absently aware of his hands rubbing my chest, but he feels too good to focus on myself.
That is until Merton suddenly straddles my lap, pressing himself against me, and we still haven't broken contact between our lips. His strong hands are running through my hair, massaging my scalp. If I were a cat person I'd purr. I moan instead.
The annoying need for air forces us apart.
"You're not wolfed out," he points out breathlessly.
"I didn't want to hurt you." I reply, leaning forward and sniffing his neck.
"W - What are you doing?" he asks, sounding more breathless than before.
"You've always smelled so good," I say, "like candle wax and old books. It makes me wonder what your skin tastes like."
I slowly run my tongue along the curve of his neck, causing him to take a deep shaky breath.
"H - How do I taste?" he asks shakily.
"Great." I whisper before claiming his lips again.
"Oh. My. God," a vaguely familiar voice exclaims from a few feet away.
We jerk apart, and I'm barely able to keep Merton from falling on his ass.
"Mary," Merton says, scrambling off my lap.
Mary. Bitch.
"You were kissing!" she shrieks, "You said you weren't seeing anyone!"
She needs to chill out before she busts my eardrums.
"I wasn't," Merton replies, his hands raised in a calming gesture, "this just sort of happened."
"But he's a jock!" she screeches indignantly.
"I'm sorry, Mary. I didn't think this was going to happen," Merton replies, as he backs away from the very pissed off woman in front of him.
I quickly stand up, and take my place by his side in an overt gesture of protection.
"Were you using me?" she asks angrily.
"No!" he replies, obviously surprised she would think that. "I never thought Tommy would like me."
"I don't believe you," she replies, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Yeah, well, believe it. If he says he didn't use you he didn't use you," I say, coming to my friend's defense.
"Like I'll believe *you*," she replies, glaring at me, "I'll get you back, Merton. Or my name isn't Mary Sue Goodwin," she says vehemently, casting her glare on Merton before turning and walking away.
"She seemed so normal," he mutters, watching her walk away.
"They usually do, buddy. They usually do." I reply, patting him on the back sympathetically, "Now, where were we?" I ask, taking his hand and pulling him onto my lap as I sit down.
"I guess we'll have to start over."
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Please review. It's my lively hood.
-- A.H.
BTW, I just have to say that 'Bother' by Stone Sour is awesome.