Lindsey knelt next to the car Xander lie under. Placing a hand behind
herself for balance, she lowered herself to a sitting position on the cold
cement floor. She sipped her Mt. Dew.
Xander stared straight up into the vehicle, his hands twisting this and adjusting that. Grease coated his arms and sweat rolled from his forehead.
"You gonna take me for a ride in this thing when it's fixed?" Lindsey asked, staring at the GTO.
"You know it, baby."
She smiled. "Are you ready for the boost next week?"
"Sure," Xander shrugged. "I'm always ready for everything."
"Ready for anything, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her legs. "I wonder if I am."
"You're gonna be great," he said.
"Sure," she muttered. "The Popo's will eat me alive."
"Yummy."
"I'm serious, X!"
"So am I. You taste good. At least, from what I can remember."
Lindsey gasped. "You're dirty."
"You lay under a car for three hours."
"I mean, mentally."
"That's all your influence."
Lindsey shook her head and took another swig of soda. "Whatever."
"Whatever," Xander mimicked.
"Shut up," Lindsey laughed.
"Giggle, giggle," Xander said.
"I'm gonna throw you a beatin'," she warned.
"Just make sure it's rough, baby."
Lindsey shook her head and stood, brushing off the seat of her jeans. "Right. Whatever you say, Triple X." With that, she walked to the TV where Kolya sat.
"Who's my favorite Russian?" Lindsey grinned playfully.
Kolya reached up from the beanbag and pulled her into his lap. "I am."
"Actually, I was thinking Viktor . . ."
Kolya laughed. "Liar."
She shrugged.
"Want to play a video game with me?"
"I suck at those things."
"Nah. I teach you."
"No thanks. I'll just watch."
"Suit yourself." Kolya picked up his controller and took the game off pause.
"Kolya, are you getting freaky over there with Lindsey?" Xander asked as he stood up.
"Yes!" Kolya cried, throwing the controller to the side and flipping over, pinning Lindsey beneath him. "I steal your girl, X."
Xander scoffed. "She's not my girl anymore, dude."
"Oh? She is free for the taking, then," he grinned wildly, staring at the girl beneath his muscular form.
"Oh, Christ . . ." Lindsey muttered.
"I am not Christ," Kolya said in a serious tone.
She threw back her head and laughed. She loved days like these with the boys. They could be so flirty.
"She is all mine," Kolya said, kissing her. "You cannot have her, X. No stupid Japanese guy can have her either. She is mine."
"That's what I thought, bro."
Lindsey glared at Xander. He had, for the most part, gotten over the engagement thing and they had gone back to being friends. But he still threw in a stab whenever he could about it, just to remind her that he still thought about it and still didn't approve.
When she felt Kolya getting a little too into the moment by his kisses along her neck, she sat up and pushed him away. "That's enough."
Kolya looked slightly hurt, but he shrugged and went back to his game.
"That was cold. Poor Kolya."
Lindsey rolled her eyes. "Sure." She glanced at the blond, who was totally entranced by his video game. "I think he'll get over it."
"I don't know how," Xander said. "All you Anarchy 99 girls are hard to get over." He blinked, realizing what he had said. "I mean . . ."
She stared up at him. He shook his head and opened the refrigerator, searching for something to drink. She stood up slowly, walking towards him. "What did you say, X?"
He shrugged, burying his face deeper into the fridge. "I wonder if there's anything in here."
Lindsey tipped her head to the side. "Why did you say that, X?"
He stood up suddenly. "Why did I say what?"
"About the girls."
"It was the truth." He seemed to choke. He stared down at the beer bottle in his hands. "I . . . I don't think I'm over you yet, that's all. And with rumor of Briena and Jenny coming back, all I can think about is your new guy coming here."
"You guys will get along fine," Lindsey said, more for her own reassurance than his.
He looked up at her, his deep, warm, chocolate brown eyes staring into hers. His voice was almost a whisper. "I don't think I could take that."
"Take what?" she asked, her voice just as soft.
He swallowed. "I mean," he paused to sigh. He set his bottle down on the bar and leaned against it. "I used to be the one who kissed you. I used to be the one who made you laugh. I used to be the one who held you." He tipped his head to the side, slightly. "I don't think I'll be able to deal with watching another man do that."
"Xander, are you saying that you still love me?" she asked, staring hard at him.
"I . . . I think so," he answered. He suddenly looked to the floor.
In all the years she had known him, Lindsey had never seen him act so shy. This wasn't the Xander Cage she knew at all. She didn't know what she was doing or why she did it, but she suddenly stepped closer to him and lifted his chin with her hand.
"I don't know what's going on," she told him truthfully. "And I am in love with Gohan."
"Yeah, I figured that."
"But I still love you, too."
Xander blinked. "So what are you going to do about it?"
Without a word, Lindsey brought her mouth up to meet his. He wrapped his heavily muscled arms around her, pulling her closer to him.
"Good show! I tell your new boyfriend when he gets here!"
They broke apart suddenly, both glaring at Kolya.
"Kolya, if you do, I swear to God I'll steal Kirill's rifle and shoot you," she threatened.
Kolya rolled to the side and pointed at his butt. "Right here, baby."
"Kolya, you're dead!" Xander roared and charged at him.
Kolya jumped up, ready for Xander's attack. Both men fell to the floor with a loud THUD. The wrestled around for a minute until Xander got Kolya's arm pulled back behind his back. Xander pushed Kolya's chest into the floor, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Uncle," Xander commanded.
"Never," Kolya managed to choke out.
"Uncle!"
Kolya, realizing his defeat, finally cried out. "Uncle! I give, I give!"
Satisfied, Xander stood up and smiled, turning to the bar where he last saw Lindsey. She was nowhere in sight.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Lindsey screamed in her room, banging her head against the immense bedpost. Screaming, she flung herself onto the bed. "I hate my life!!" She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it with all her might. The door opened and someone stepped inside.
"Either someone in here is dying or having really great sex."
"Go away, Sophie."
"What's up, chick?"
"Go away!"
Sophie ignored her friend and shut the door behind herself. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Talk to me."
"I don't wanna," Lindsey said in a high-pitched, airy voice.
"Stuart," Sophie said in a warning voice.
"Noooo."
"Stuart."
"I don't wanna say."
"Stuart!"
"Chickens fascinate me."
Sophie laughed. "Seriously, dude, what's up?"
"I don't wanna talk about it, Sam."
"Why?"
"Because."
Sophie heaved a sigh. "Fine. But you'd better get yourself together by this afternoon."
"Why?" was the muffled question from the pillow.
"We're going to the track."
"Mmfff."
"Just get your lazy ass ready," Sophie said, snapping her hand on Lindsey's butt. "I wanna see some good moves from you tonight. You need to practice. Maybe X will finally get down his double-barrel-roll superman seat grab."
*Why did she have to talk about him?* Lindsey's mind screamed. "Mm-hmm."
Sophie got up and quickly walked from the room.
*My life sucks* was the only thought that pressed it's way clearly into Lindsey's mind. *Maybe if I'm lucky I'll die on the track tonight.*
*~*~*~*~
I hope everyone's happy, because I've been working my butt off to get all these things out. AND GUESS WHAT?! I LIVE UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My lowest grade was a B-. Praise the Lord Almighty.
Xander stared straight up into the vehicle, his hands twisting this and adjusting that. Grease coated his arms and sweat rolled from his forehead.
"You gonna take me for a ride in this thing when it's fixed?" Lindsey asked, staring at the GTO.
"You know it, baby."
She smiled. "Are you ready for the boost next week?"
"Sure," Xander shrugged. "I'm always ready for everything."
"Ready for anything, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her legs. "I wonder if I am."
"You're gonna be great," he said.
"Sure," she muttered. "The Popo's will eat me alive."
"Yummy."
"I'm serious, X!"
"So am I. You taste good. At least, from what I can remember."
Lindsey gasped. "You're dirty."
"You lay under a car for three hours."
"I mean, mentally."
"That's all your influence."
Lindsey shook her head and took another swig of soda. "Whatever."
"Whatever," Xander mimicked.
"Shut up," Lindsey laughed.
"Giggle, giggle," Xander said.
"I'm gonna throw you a beatin'," she warned.
"Just make sure it's rough, baby."
Lindsey shook her head and stood, brushing off the seat of her jeans. "Right. Whatever you say, Triple X." With that, she walked to the TV where Kolya sat.
"Who's my favorite Russian?" Lindsey grinned playfully.
Kolya reached up from the beanbag and pulled her into his lap. "I am."
"Actually, I was thinking Viktor . . ."
Kolya laughed. "Liar."
She shrugged.
"Want to play a video game with me?"
"I suck at those things."
"Nah. I teach you."
"No thanks. I'll just watch."
"Suit yourself." Kolya picked up his controller and took the game off pause.
"Kolya, are you getting freaky over there with Lindsey?" Xander asked as he stood up.
"Yes!" Kolya cried, throwing the controller to the side and flipping over, pinning Lindsey beneath him. "I steal your girl, X."
Xander scoffed. "She's not my girl anymore, dude."
"Oh? She is free for the taking, then," he grinned wildly, staring at the girl beneath his muscular form.
"Oh, Christ . . ." Lindsey muttered.
"I am not Christ," Kolya said in a serious tone.
She threw back her head and laughed. She loved days like these with the boys. They could be so flirty.
"She is all mine," Kolya said, kissing her. "You cannot have her, X. No stupid Japanese guy can have her either. She is mine."
"That's what I thought, bro."
Lindsey glared at Xander. He had, for the most part, gotten over the engagement thing and they had gone back to being friends. But he still threw in a stab whenever he could about it, just to remind her that he still thought about it and still didn't approve.
When she felt Kolya getting a little too into the moment by his kisses along her neck, she sat up and pushed him away. "That's enough."
Kolya looked slightly hurt, but he shrugged and went back to his game.
"That was cold. Poor Kolya."
Lindsey rolled her eyes. "Sure." She glanced at the blond, who was totally entranced by his video game. "I think he'll get over it."
"I don't know how," Xander said. "All you Anarchy 99 girls are hard to get over." He blinked, realizing what he had said. "I mean . . ."
She stared up at him. He shook his head and opened the refrigerator, searching for something to drink. She stood up slowly, walking towards him. "What did you say, X?"
He shrugged, burying his face deeper into the fridge. "I wonder if there's anything in here."
Lindsey tipped her head to the side. "Why did you say that, X?"
He stood up suddenly. "Why did I say what?"
"About the girls."
"It was the truth." He seemed to choke. He stared down at the beer bottle in his hands. "I . . . I don't think I'm over you yet, that's all. And with rumor of Briena and Jenny coming back, all I can think about is your new guy coming here."
"You guys will get along fine," Lindsey said, more for her own reassurance than his.
He looked up at her, his deep, warm, chocolate brown eyes staring into hers. His voice was almost a whisper. "I don't think I could take that."
"Take what?" she asked, her voice just as soft.
He swallowed. "I mean," he paused to sigh. He set his bottle down on the bar and leaned against it. "I used to be the one who kissed you. I used to be the one who made you laugh. I used to be the one who held you." He tipped his head to the side, slightly. "I don't think I'll be able to deal with watching another man do that."
"Xander, are you saying that you still love me?" she asked, staring hard at him.
"I . . . I think so," he answered. He suddenly looked to the floor.
In all the years she had known him, Lindsey had never seen him act so shy. This wasn't the Xander Cage she knew at all. She didn't know what she was doing or why she did it, but she suddenly stepped closer to him and lifted his chin with her hand.
"I don't know what's going on," she told him truthfully. "And I am in love with Gohan."
"Yeah, I figured that."
"But I still love you, too."
Xander blinked. "So what are you going to do about it?"
Without a word, Lindsey brought her mouth up to meet his. He wrapped his heavily muscled arms around her, pulling her closer to him.
"Good show! I tell your new boyfriend when he gets here!"
They broke apart suddenly, both glaring at Kolya.
"Kolya, if you do, I swear to God I'll steal Kirill's rifle and shoot you," she threatened.
Kolya rolled to the side and pointed at his butt. "Right here, baby."
"Kolya, you're dead!" Xander roared and charged at him.
Kolya jumped up, ready for Xander's attack. Both men fell to the floor with a loud THUD. The wrestled around for a minute until Xander got Kolya's arm pulled back behind his back. Xander pushed Kolya's chest into the floor, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Uncle," Xander commanded.
"Never," Kolya managed to choke out.
"Uncle!"
Kolya, realizing his defeat, finally cried out. "Uncle! I give, I give!"
Satisfied, Xander stood up and smiled, turning to the bar where he last saw Lindsey. She was nowhere in sight.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Lindsey screamed in her room, banging her head against the immense bedpost. Screaming, she flung herself onto the bed. "I hate my life!!" She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it with all her might. The door opened and someone stepped inside.
"Either someone in here is dying or having really great sex."
"Go away, Sophie."
"What's up, chick?"
"Go away!"
Sophie ignored her friend and shut the door behind herself. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Talk to me."
"I don't wanna," Lindsey said in a high-pitched, airy voice.
"Stuart," Sophie said in a warning voice.
"Noooo."
"Stuart."
"I don't wanna say."
"Stuart!"
"Chickens fascinate me."
Sophie laughed. "Seriously, dude, what's up?"
"I don't wanna talk about it, Sam."
"Why?"
"Because."
Sophie heaved a sigh. "Fine. But you'd better get yourself together by this afternoon."
"Why?" was the muffled question from the pillow.
"We're going to the track."
"Mmfff."
"Just get your lazy ass ready," Sophie said, snapping her hand on Lindsey's butt. "I wanna see some good moves from you tonight. You need to practice. Maybe X will finally get down his double-barrel-roll superman seat grab."
*Why did she have to talk about him?* Lindsey's mind screamed. "Mm-hmm."
Sophie got up and quickly walked from the room.
*My life sucks* was the only thought that pressed it's way clearly into Lindsey's mind. *Maybe if I'm lucky I'll die on the track tonight.*
*~*~*~*~
I hope everyone's happy, because I've been working my butt off to get all these things out. AND GUESS WHAT?! I LIVE UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My lowest grade was a B-. Praise the Lord Almighty.