A/N: How'd y'all like Chapter 7? It's by far my favorite. It's soooo cute. Anywhosies, Here's Ch. 8. There are a few cuss words here. But what's a girl to do? Enjoy.

Chapter 8: Date Number 2

 
I woke up this morning at six. Realizing I felt awful, I decided to take a long shower. Unfortunately, when I rolled over to face the opposing side of the room, I was met with a terrible shock. There, in Myranda's bed, lay Nick and my friend, snuggling close under the covers. I covered my eyes as fast as I could and jumped out of bed.

"Geez, you two! Why couldn't you have done that at Nick's?" I grumbled as I ran from the room to the showers down the hall.

When I got back after an hour showering off, the lovebirds were just stirring.

"Hello, you two. Nice night?"

"Shut up, Lilly!" Myranda said, shyly covering herself with a blanket. "We kind of lost self-control. And mental clarity."

"Gee, thanks." Nick said, feigning hurt, then grinning devilishly. "Speak for yourself, Myranda. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"Ooh, you are such a dummy!" Myranda screamed, throwing his clothes at him. "I can't believe you!" And with that she jumped up from the bed, still wrapped in the blanket, and ran from the room.

"Randa, I'm serious! I lov-" Nick stopped himself, looked sheepishly at me, and ran after her.

"Lovers' spat," I muttered as I crawled back under the blankets on my bed and went back to sleep.

I woke up and felt someone lying beside me. I thought it was just Randa, still upset by Nick, so I turned over to comfort her. I opened my eyes lazily as I put my hand on her shoulder. It wasn't Myranda lying next to me, but Adam, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

I sat up straight. "What are you doing in here?!"

"Well," he started, rolling over onto his side and leaning into his hand. "It's 4:30." He gestured to the clock. "I came at four. Myranda and your friend, Nick, were just leaving. She let me in, but told me you were still asleep. I came in with the intention of waking you up, but when I saw you lying here, so peaceful and serene, I just couldn't. So I laid down beside you and waited until you woke up."

"Okay," I said, shaking my head, somewhat confused. Then I got angry. "You should have just woken me up." I stood up and began to hunt for something to take to the bathroom and change into.

"I'm sorry, Lilly." Adam stood up and came up behind me. He put his arms around my waist and whispered into my ear. "I just thought you looked so adorable. I couldn't help it."

I shivered. "Still," I said, as I broke out of his embrace, "you just can't come into my room and lay beside me. You aren't exactly my boyfriend, you know."

"Oh, but one day I will be." He sat down on the bed.

I had my back to him, thankfully. That way he couldn't see me grin at his comment as I left the room.

A few minutes later I was back, dressed in my favorite jeans and Aerosmith shirt. He grinned at me and picked up a bookbag from the floor.

"I'm ready. Where are we going?"

"Well," he said, "how are you at skating?" He led me out of the room and we started down the hall to the main entrance.

"Skating?" I got nervous.

"Yeah, you know. Ice skating?" He moved the bag to his other arm and took my hand in his.

"Um, Adam, maybe we should reschedule. I think I have some homework to finish." I started to turn back to my dorm as we reached the ice rink.

"What?" He turned to me, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Um…" I looked from Adam's eyes to the rink doors and back again. Then I hung my head in shame. "I can't skate."

"You can't?" When I looked up, Adam looked a little amused.

I tapped him on the arm. "It's not funny!"

"No, no, of course not." Then he laughed.

"Thanks, really. Don't spare my feelings." I stormed into the rink.

"I'm so sorry, Lilly," he said between gasps of air. "But both of your brothers play hockey. It's just weird that you never learned to skate."

"Yeah, well, I was the girl. My parents put me in dance class." I sat on a bleacher and looked out onto the ice, pouting.

Adam pulled out two pairs of skates. He handed a pair to me. I stared blankly at them for awhile. He laughed and gestured for me to put them on. After I had, he stood up and reached for my hands.

"But I told you! I can't skate!"

He pulled me toward the ice. "I'm going to teach you."

We went onto the ice. Adam showed me how to move my feet and slowly we started moving. After a little while, I began to wobble. Then, I started to fall backward. Adam caught me and put his arms around my waist. He tried to steady me.

"Whoa! It's okay. I've got you." He whispered this softly into my ear as he slowly helped me get back into the groove.

After an hour, I was doing great. I, eventually, was starting to have fun. Adam even showed me some of his skating drills from Varsity.

"This is so great!" I shouted.

"You're a natural." He grinned at me.

"You know, it's a lot like dancing." Then I thought I'd try something.

While Adam watched, puzzled, I began to pick up a little speed. Then, I began to twirl and jump, like I used to in ballet. I got too caught up in trying to be a show-off, though. I thought I'd try to do a really difficult twirl. Bad idea.

"No, Lilly! Look out!"

But it was too late. I'd hit the wall. Adam skated up to me. I felt so embarrassed as he kneeled down and pulled me upright.

"Lilly! Are you okay, honey?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing hurt but my pride." Then I stopped short. "Did you just call me 'honey'?"

Adam grinned his I'm-a-poor-little-rich-boy grin. "Sorry. Wishful thinking."

I smiled. And it wasn't fake. That was beginning to be a habit of mine.

He helped me up, then looked around. "About time for JV to get here to practice. Let's get going."

We took off the skates and left the rink. On the way back to my dorm, we talked about our crazy history teacher, hockey, and our upcoming quiz on Monday. We got to my dorm in a few minutes.

"Well, Adam," I said, grinning gasp bashfully. I snapped back to reality. "Thank you for teaching me to skate."

"You're most welcome." He smiled back.

Then I did something unexpected. I leaned up and kissed him. And it wasn't fake, either. Before long, he was kissing me back. I was leaning against my door, Adam pushing against me. He was such an amazing kisser. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands moved onto my waist.

After another few minutes, someone cleared their throat down the hall. We snapped our heads in the direction of the person. There was my big brother, looking pretty grim.

"Uh-oh," I whispered. "It's like getting caught by your parents."

Adam laughed softly and looked back at me with longing. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Mm-hmm." I leaned up again and gave him a quick kiss goodbye as Rickie walked toward us.

"Rick," Adam said as he walked around him to the door.

"Banksy." Rick watched him leave, then turned on me. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Oh, I don't know, Rickie." I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Maybe I like him? Did that one ever cross your mind, you big jock-strap." I stormed into my dorm.

"'Jock-strap?' What's gotten into you, Lillian?" Then a look of sheer terror crossed his features. "It wasn't a rich Duck punk we both know, was it?"

"Uh? What do you mean?" I thought about Rick's comment. Then, as it dawned on me what he meant, I began to laugh hysterically. "You think Adam and I did the nasty? Oh, my God, Rickie!"

"Well, you two sure looked comfy in the hallway a minute ago," he said defensively.

"So, we've kissed. Big deal." I shrugged. "Don't worry about me, big brother."

"Fine, Lilly. Just don't get too comfortable with him." He looked me in the eye. "You never know when he might turn back to those JV pukes." And with that, he left.

"Stupid, dumb, over-sized, hockey puck! He's such a jackass!" Then I caught myself. "Whoa, girl! Get a hold of yourself! You wanted your big brother's attention, and you got it."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. "Then why do I want him to stay the fuck out of my life?"

A/N: Bwahaha! I am the best! Ok, not really, but you know! This one was totally off the cuff. It turned out okay, I think. R/R to let me know for sure. ~Nelli~