Chapter 6 (A/N: I had to edit this one too! DAMNIT! @ this rate, i'll end up editing every chapter!)
Rachel faded into Planet Bang, beating the others. But it wasn't exactly worth it when her muscles began to throb. She waited by the door, and as soon as Stanton, Cassandra, and the other followers got inside, she said, "What kept you?" "Haha." Stanton said. He had an unusual, but attractive outfit on tonight. A stretchy black wife-beater with dark blue jeans, and steel-toe boots. (I'd say sexy, but she is his sister after all.)
She looked around, noticing the other's hadn't arrived yet. So, she instantly ran out to the floor, and joined the fun. She wore a dark magenta halter, and dark blue pants with a brown leather belt that tied at her hip. A hand tapped her shoulder, and she turned around to look at Tymmie. He was smiling, and at his sweet charms, she couldn't help but smile back. "You want to dance on the next slow one?" He asked with a broad grin.
She raise a mock brow, tilted her head, and studied him. He had a black sweater, and matching pants. She grinned, and cheerily answered, "Sure!" He and Chris were two of her three best friends. Although she was equally close to all of them, there was a strange bond between her and Tymmie lately. She smiled at the thought as he walked off, and they waited to dance.
The next time she looked at him, he oddly seemed more handsome than ever. His hair had grown back, and he dyed it blonde again. She tilted her head, finding herself wishing that the song they danced to would be a nice long one. As if the DJ could read her mind, her favorite slow song came on. 'Just Like Jesse James,' by Cher. Tymmie came over, took her hand, and led her out.
At the middle of the dance floor, he pulled her close, and they slowly danced to the beat. She always managed to look him straight in the eye on any matter, even when they danced. Her happiness found, she snuggled to his chest, and sighed pleasurably. She had never felt this happy dancing with him before. She opened her eyes, and she found Stanton and Serena not too far off, dancing even closer.
Anyone who looked at them could tell they were in love. They didn't squeeze the life out of each other, but they got nice and close, and were both wearing the most content smiles on their faces. Serena pulled away, and rested her cheek to his. Luckily, her heels let her get high enough to manage that. Rachel snuggled closer, relishing Tymmie's closeness. Serena and Stanton kissed, then got off. They were meant to be.
She drew back, and smiled at Tymmie. He smiled back, and she blushed. She never blushed near him. She turned around reluctantly, then looked up, and with a shock, she found Collin smiling at her. She smiled back, the previous night forgotten. She turned her head, but Tymmie was already dancing with Cassandra. She gritted her teeth, shocked by the surge of jealousy riding through her. How she be jealous of one best friend...over another best friend...? Did that make sense?
Collin tapped her shoulder, and said, "Want to dance?" She blinked, shrugged, and started to dance. She looked into his eyes, a nice clear blue. Not as glowing as Stanton's, but indeed very blue. His hair was near white. Far more bleached than Stanton's, but still blonde. They had so much in common. Maybe that was what drew her to him. He was very handsome and sweet, so why did she suddenly feel like she was being unfaithful?
Two guys. A best friend, and a crush. She laughed at herself. "What's so funny?" Collin asked. She shook her head, and took his hands. She lifted them one at a time, matching the beat, then swung them back and forth. She danced a few more minutes, her confidence rising at each step, then stopped. As she left the floor, a vision made her freeze. Her head swayed a little, and suddenly, she was reading a mind. Hers again.
She looked around, finding little fantasies of Collin, sad memories, like when she found Ben feeling up a hooker in the Dungeon. Tears dripped down her face, and she found her mouth moving, just no words coming out. It continued as she found memories from being a little girl. So many memories pushed into her sight, until a punch at the back of her head knocked her flat on her stomach, and she fell into the world of sleep.
Rachel faded into Planet Bang, beating the others. But it wasn't exactly worth it when her muscles began to throb. She waited by the door, and as soon as Stanton, Cassandra, and the other followers got inside, she said, "What kept you?" "Haha." Stanton said. He had an unusual, but attractive outfit on tonight. A stretchy black wife-beater with dark blue jeans, and steel-toe boots. (I'd say sexy, but she is his sister after all.)
She looked around, noticing the other's hadn't arrived yet. So, she instantly ran out to the floor, and joined the fun. She wore a dark magenta halter, and dark blue pants with a brown leather belt that tied at her hip. A hand tapped her shoulder, and she turned around to look at Tymmie. He was smiling, and at his sweet charms, she couldn't help but smile back. "You want to dance on the next slow one?" He asked with a broad grin.
She raise a mock brow, tilted her head, and studied him. He had a black sweater, and matching pants. She grinned, and cheerily answered, "Sure!" He and Chris were two of her three best friends. Although she was equally close to all of them, there was a strange bond between her and Tymmie lately. She smiled at the thought as he walked off, and they waited to dance.
The next time she looked at him, he oddly seemed more handsome than ever. His hair had grown back, and he dyed it blonde again. She tilted her head, finding herself wishing that the song they danced to would be a nice long one. As if the DJ could read her mind, her favorite slow song came on. 'Just Like Jesse James,' by Cher. Tymmie came over, took her hand, and led her out.
At the middle of the dance floor, he pulled her close, and they slowly danced to the beat. She always managed to look him straight in the eye on any matter, even when they danced. Her happiness found, she snuggled to his chest, and sighed pleasurably. She had never felt this happy dancing with him before. She opened her eyes, and she found Stanton and Serena not too far off, dancing even closer.
Anyone who looked at them could tell they were in love. They didn't squeeze the life out of each other, but they got nice and close, and were both wearing the most content smiles on their faces. Serena pulled away, and rested her cheek to his. Luckily, her heels let her get high enough to manage that. Rachel snuggled closer, relishing Tymmie's closeness. Serena and Stanton kissed, then got off. They were meant to be.
She drew back, and smiled at Tymmie. He smiled back, and she blushed. She never blushed near him. She turned around reluctantly, then looked up, and with a shock, she found Collin smiling at her. She smiled back, the previous night forgotten. She turned her head, but Tymmie was already dancing with Cassandra. She gritted her teeth, shocked by the surge of jealousy riding through her. How she be jealous of one best friend...over another best friend...? Did that make sense?
Collin tapped her shoulder, and said, "Want to dance?" She blinked, shrugged, and started to dance. She looked into his eyes, a nice clear blue. Not as glowing as Stanton's, but indeed very blue. His hair was near white. Far more bleached than Stanton's, but still blonde. They had so much in common. Maybe that was what drew her to him. He was very handsome and sweet, so why did she suddenly feel like she was being unfaithful?
Two guys. A best friend, and a crush. She laughed at herself. "What's so funny?" Collin asked. She shook her head, and took his hands. She lifted them one at a time, matching the beat, then swung them back and forth. She danced a few more minutes, her confidence rising at each step, then stopped. As she left the floor, a vision made her freeze. Her head swayed a little, and suddenly, she was reading a mind. Hers again.
She looked around, finding little fantasies of Collin, sad memories, like when she found Ben feeling up a hooker in the Dungeon. Tears dripped down her face, and she found her mouth moving, just no words coming out. It continued as she found memories from being a little girl. So many memories pushed into her sight, until a punch at the back of her head knocked her flat on her stomach, and she fell into the world of sleep.