Title: Things Change 4/?
Author: Phoebe
Rating: PG-13 (Possible, {but I don't think so} 'R')
Date Sent Out: May 25, 2003
Summary: Oh...dilemmas
Disclaimer: No recognizable characters, names, places, objects, plots, or themes belong to me.
A/N: Alright, guys, I am so fricken sorry. I know its been like over a year since I last updated, but I'm not gonna lie and say that I've been busy and all that crap, but, truthfully, I just forgot about it. But here it is; and hopefully I'll continuing updating, but remember, reviews never hurt!
I woke up that next morning to the sound of someone walking around in my room. I opened my eyes, and there was Soda piling up my laundry.
"Hey." I said, slowing opening my eyes.
"Good, you're awake."
"What are you doing?"
"My laundry, so I figured I do your's, too."
"Thanks a lot, I hate doing it."
"I know." He started to walk out of the room when something fell out of the pile of my clothes and he turned to pick it up. I was only half-awake, but I noticed that he was just standing there.
"What is it-" Then I saw it. The condom that Gwen had given me had fallen out of my jeans pocket and right in front of my way over protective, still-thinks-I'm six-years-old brother.
Now, I know my brother very well. There was only one thing he was going to do now- flip. This is it. My lifes over. Soda will never look at me again.
I finally got the corage to look at him. He didn't look mad, or ashamed. Just....I dunno, just sad.
He finally moved and shook his head a bit, and then walked out of the room.
*No..no, no, no, no. This didn't happen. Didn't happen. Didn't happen. Totally didn't happen. I'm asleep. Totally asleep.*
I went threw the covers off me, and slowly, unwillingly, went downstairs. I knew Soda wouldn't have told my mom (Dad was at work), he wouldn't purposely get me into major trouble. The stairs led into the living room on one side, and then dining room on the other. I went through the dining room and into the kitchen. Mom was in there, cooking something. She looked up when she heard me walk in.
"Good morning, love. Sleep good?"
"Yeah. Mom, where's Soda?"
"Downstairs with the laundry, why?"
"No reason." I said. I was really thirsty, so I opened the fridge. I pulled out a can of diet coke and popped it open.
"Cara, its nine in the morning. Its not healthy to drink soda so early."
"Its fine, Mom. I need the caffeine."
I heard Soda coming up the from the basement. I want to race back to my room, but I didnt have time. He came through the door, saw I was there, but refused to look at me.
Usually me and Soda are always joking around or wrestling or something, and since it was completely silent and akward, my mother noticed something was wrong right away. She looked from me to him, and back to me again.
"Whats going on?" She said, with a stern face.
"Nothing." I said, making my back upstairs. I heard my brother said that nothing was up. I knew, that she knew that we were lying, but she didn't push it.
The phone rang and, needing to rant to someone, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I said, rather annoyed.
"Hi...Cara?" I heard a guy say. But it wasn't Jesse or Eric.
"Um..yeah. Whose this?"
"Oh hey. Its Nick." I immeaditly silently cursed myself out for being rude, but tried to make up for.
"Oh, hey! How are you?"
"Good, you?"
"Great."
"Cool. Listen, if you're not doing anything today, do you maybe wanna catch a movie or something?"
"Sure, definitly."
"Great, so how about I pick you up at like three?"
"Sure, I'll see you then."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." Yes! Yay! So this day hasn't been a totally horror. But there still was that major problem...
What the hell was I going to do? Wait....
No...
Oh no...
How could I be so fucking stupid? My brother finds a condom in my room the same day the eighteen-year-old, been-to-jail-his-fair-share-of-times, gang leader Nick O'Connor. This was going to be horrible. Oh god, save me now.
So, after talking to Amy for an hour and a half that afternoon, we had organized a plan. Well, half a plan, anyway. We decided that I would just forget about the Soda-dilemma while out with Nick and - well, that was the whole plan. We'll have to decide what to do with the Soda after I get back.
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To be honest, there wasn't much to report about the date with Nick. Except for the fact that he's perfect. Completely perfect.
I was home by about eight, because he had to go and babysit his nephew, and I had a major problem at home to deal with (but, of course, Nick knew nothing about that).
But, Soda wasn't there. He had gone back to his apartment. Goddamnit. Alright, so then there was no problem that could be dealt with tonight.
I called up Eric, he's usually the one to know where the parties are. I usually never get drunk, but I needed to tonight. It was sunday night, so there wasn't really any parties, but Eric selflessly offered to get drunk with me. We met at the corner of the drug store, and Eric went into the liquer store. Happily, the liquer store was right next to the vacant lot. As soon as you ran out, you just walked right across the street to the liquer store. Which we had to do many times that night.
We sat down and Eric popped open the tequilla bottle. "Starting strong, huh?" I said, laughing slightly regardless of my pending problems.
Now, I don't often get drunk, but when I do, I get *really* drunk. Really. I don't remember much from that night, but I think Eric had to carry me home.
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Two Months Later...
Me and Soda never talked about what happened. See, sex doesn't exist in me and Soda's world. Its just something that happens outside of our relationship.
But now onto the really interesting part; Nick, of course. Things were getting pretty serious. Really serious.
We hung out everyday, usually at his house, since his parents weren't home in the afternoon. These 'hanging out' sessions usually turned to 'making out' sessions pretty fast. I mean, we haven't actually had sex yet, but we were close.
The thing that I hate the most about myself is that the reason I'm not sleeping with him yet isn't that I don't feel ready; 'cause I do. Its the idea of the look on my brother's face if he ever found out. It would be like the end of me being his 'baby' sister.
But, I've finally realized, that I need to do things for myself more often. I love Nick, a lot, and I want to be with him in that way. So, maybe the next time we hang out, something more than just making out will happen....
A/N: So, what'd think? Now, you better review or Cara will come and kick your ass! :)
Author: Phoebe
Rating: PG-13 (Possible, {but I don't think so} 'R')
Date Sent Out: May 25, 2003
Summary: Oh...dilemmas
Disclaimer: No recognizable characters, names, places, objects, plots, or themes belong to me.
A/N: Alright, guys, I am so fricken sorry. I know its been like over a year since I last updated, but I'm not gonna lie and say that I've been busy and all that crap, but, truthfully, I just forgot about it. But here it is; and hopefully I'll continuing updating, but remember, reviews never hurt!
I woke up that next morning to the sound of someone walking around in my room. I opened my eyes, and there was Soda piling up my laundry.
"Hey." I said, slowing opening my eyes.
"Good, you're awake."
"What are you doing?"
"My laundry, so I figured I do your's, too."
"Thanks a lot, I hate doing it."
"I know." He started to walk out of the room when something fell out of the pile of my clothes and he turned to pick it up. I was only half-awake, but I noticed that he was just standing there.
"What is it-" Then I saw it. The condom that Gwen had given me had fallen out of my jeans pocket and right in front of my way over protective, still-thinks-I'm six-years-old brother.
Now, I know my brother very well. There was only one thing he was going to do now- flip. This is it. My lifes over. Soda will never look at me again.
I finally got the corage to look at him. He didn't look mad, or ashamed. Just....I dunno, just sad.
He finally moved and shook his head a bit, and then walked out of the room.
*No..no, no, no, no. This didn't happen. Didn't happen. Didn't happen. Totally didn't happen. I'm asleep. Totally asleep.*
I went threw the covers off me, and slowly, unwillingly, went downstairs. I knew Soda wouldn't have told my mom (Dad was at work), he wouldn't purposely get me into major trouble. The stairs led into the living room on one side, and then dining room on the other. I went through the dining room and into the kitchen. Mom was in there, cooking something. She looked up when she heard me walk in.
"Good morning, love. Sleep good?"
"Yeah. Mom, where's Soda?"
"Downstairs with the laundry, why?"
"No reason." I said. I was really thirsty, so I opened the fridge. I pulled out a can of diet coke and popped it open.
"Cara, its nine in the morning. Its not healthy to drink soda so early."
"Its fine, Mom. I need the caffeine."
I heard Soda coming up the from the basement. I want to race back to my room, but I didnt have time. He came through the door, saw I was there, but refused to look at me.
Usually me and Soda are always joking around or wrestling or something, and since it was completely silent and akward, my mother noticed something was wrong right away. She looked from me to him, and back to me again.
"Whats going on?" She said, with a stern face.
"Nothing." I said, making my back upstairs. I heard my brother said that nothing was up. I knew, that she knew that we were lying, but she didn't push it.
The phone rang and, needing to rant to someone, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I said, rather annoyed.
"Hi...Cara?" I heard a guy say. But it wasn't Jesse or Eric.
"Um..yeah. Whose this?"
"Oh hey. Its Nick." I immeaditly silently cursed myself out for being rude, but tried to make up for.
"Oh, hey! How are you?"
"Good, you?"
"Great."
"Cool. Listen, if you're not doing anything today, do you maybe wanna catch a movie or something?"
"Sure, definitly."
"Great, so how about I pick you up at like three?"
"Sure, I'll see you then."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." Yes! Yay! So this day hasn't been a totally horror. But there still was that major problem...
What the hell was I going to do? Wait....
No...
Oh no...
How could I be so fucking stupid? My brother finds a condom in my room the same day the eighteen-year-old, been-to-jail-his-fair-share-of-times, gang leader Nick O'Connor. This was going to be horrible. Oh god, save me now.
So, after talking to Amy for an hour and a half that afternoon, we had organized a plan. Well, half a plan, anyway. We decided that I would just forget about the Soda-dilemma while out with Nick and - well, that was the whole plan. We'll have to decide what to do with the Soda after I get back.
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To be honest, there wasn't much to report about the date with Nick. Except for the fact that he's perfect. Completely perfect.
I was home by about eight, because he had to go and babysit his nephew, and I had a major problem at home to deal with (but, of course, Nick knew nothing about that).
But, Soda wasn't there. He had gone back to his apartment. Goddamnit. Alright, so then there was no problem that could be dealt with tonight.
I called up Eric, he's usually the one to know where the parties are. I usually never get drunk, but I needed to tonight. It was sunday night, so there wasn't really any parties, but Eric selflessly offered to get drunk with me. We met at the corner of the drug store, and Eric went into the liquer store. Happily, the liquer store was right next to the vacant lot. As soon as you ran out, you just walked right across the street to the liquer store. Which we had to do many times that night.
We sat down and Eric popped open the tequilla bottle. "Starting strong, huh?" I said, laughing slightly regardless of my pending problems.
Now, I don't often get drunk, but when I do, I get *really* drunk. Really. I don't remember much from that night, but I think Eric had to carry me home.
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Two Months Later...
Me and Soda never talked about what happened. See, sex doesn't exist in me and Soda's world. Its just something that happens outside of our relationship.
But now onto the really interesting part; Nick, of course. Things were getting pretty serious. Really serious.
We hung out everyday, usually at his house, since his parents weren't home in the afternoon. These 'hanging out' sessions usually turned to 'making out' sessions pretty fast. I mean, we haven't actually had sex yet, but we were close.
The thing that I hate the most about myself is that the reason I'm not sleeping with him yet isn't that I don't feel ready; 'cause I do. Its the idea of the look on my brother's face if he ever found out. It would be like the end of me being his 'baby' sister.
But, I've finally realized, that I need to do things for myself more often. I love Nick, a lot, and I want to be with him in that way. So, maybe the next time we hang out, something more than just making out will happen....
A/N: So, what'd think? Now, you better review or Cara will come and kick your ass! :)