The Chinos Redux
More adventures of Kimmie and Ryan – as started in The Chinos
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Chapter 3: Turn on, tune in, drop out.
Sandy was pissed last night but he's going to be double pissed tonight.
Damn.
Now, I'm in Kimmie's car on the way to her house. I'm in so much trouble already; I might as well enjoy what I can. So when she invited me over – I agreed. At least with her, I know I can have a good time. I'll take my chances with Sandy.
Kimmie's hand is on my thigh and I think she needs a break too. She's a little off today, like she's sad or something.
"I'm sorry, Ryan," She says once we're parked in the paved driveway of what must be her mansion. She's genuinely sorry.
"I think you just wanted a few days off from school." And maybe a chance to do some more groping.
She smiles. "Let's go inside. Have coffee."
Is that what they're calling it these days? "Kimmie?" She meets my gaze after a beat. "You okay?"
She nods. "I'm cool." But she still seems off. I don't push her. I should be grateful for making a friend that's not eager to tell me every little piece of drama that comes her way. She gets out of the car and I follow her.
She looks good. Damned good. Her skirt is short and tight and...
"Stop staring, stud," she calls, not turning around but startling me from my trance.
Her house is magnificent, but I expected as much. This is Newport. She makes her way into a side room and I wait in the hall for instructions.
"You get high, don't you?" she calls.
"What?" What is she offering me?
"You smoke?" She walks into the hallway and dangles a bag of weed.
Oh. Nice. This was a good idea after all.
"We both need to unwind, Ryan." Yeah, you can say that again.
"I'm down if you are."
She smiles at me. "Come on, I won't tell."
I don't know if I believe her. But it's too late. I feel my phone buzzing in my jeans. I follow Kimmie's tight ass up the stairs and ignore it. It's too early to deal with anyone but Kimmie.
"This is my room," She says, swinging open a door.
It's painted a soft pink and posters of rock bands plaster the walls. Surprisingly, she doesn't lead me straight to the bed.
She's by the window. "We have to smoke out here."
"On the roof?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
Second floor. Too high. "Can't we just go out back?"
"No. Ryan..."
"I hate heights." It's not like it's a secret. I hate them.
She smiles at me, surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah."
She swings her long legs out the window and I can't take my eyes off her. She's so hot.
"Come on, stud," Her voice drifts inside.
Huh. Can I do this? I walk to the window. It's a hell of a view. But high.
"Grab those papers. It's level out here, man. We're really far from the edge."
I take a deep breath. I can do this. There's a hot chick and some weed at stake. It's worth it. I grab the rolling papers from the windowsill and tentatively crawl out onto the roof.
It's flat, not slanted, and we're several feet from the edge. I won't fall. I slide over to sit beside Kimmie and our backs are leaning against the outer wall.
"Relax, stud." Her arm settles around my shoulders. She's kind of subdued compared to yesterday. Maybe she's just taking it easy. "Let's hit this so we can both relax. God knows I need it."
Me, too. I pull out a paper and she leans her head on my shoulder. It's nice. But strange, too. For once, she's not trying to get into my pants. Not yet, anyhow.
"Thanks for coming home with me," she whispers.
"Thanks for asking. And for this." I sprinkle some herb into the paper. I sprinkle some more when it's not plump enough and then roll it between my fingers before bringing it to my lips to seal it.
"I like that tongue action, Ry..."
"What can I say, I've got skills..." It's so easy to flirt with her. No strings. No baggage.
She laughs. I hold out the joint. She takes it and pulls a lighter from her bra and fires it up. I swear this girl has supplies hidden everywhere. She's a party waiting to happen.
She inhales deeply off the joint. She exhales. "Nice."
The smoke drifts from her sexy pink lips and she glances at me. "So."
"So." I accept the joint and take a deep hit. I feel my eyelids relax immediately as I exhale.
"My boyfriend broke up with me. In an email," she says suddenly.
"Harsh. I'm sorry." I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. She's always mentioned her boyfriend, but I've never seen him around.
"Yeah, me, too."
I study her. "You really loved him," I realize.
"Yeah. I did. I do."
She means it. "Hey, Kimmie, it's his loss."
She nods, listening. "Yeah." She's trying to convince herself. "Yeah, his loss."
We smoke in silence for a while. Her arm's still around me and her head's on my shoulder.
"So. When can I hear your story?"
"My story?" Here it comes.
"Yeah. I'm dying of curiosity over here."
"Really..." I'm relaxed. I'm suspended from school; I'm due a bitch of a lecture from Sandy; I'm a failure at romance and I'm at least 20 feet above ground, but I'm okay. Good grass.
"Ryan?"
"Sorry..."
"I'm high," She giggles suddenly.
"We're both high..." Off the ground. And high.
"Ryan..." She traces my collarbone with her lips. "Distract me from my pain...tell me your sordid story."
Her lips are entirely too convincing. I know she's teasing but I never know how people are going to react to my 'sordid story'. Fuck it, she doesn't seem like the judgmental type. Here goes.
"I'm from Chino. My mom's a mess. My dad's been locked up since I was ten. My brother taught me everything, he was on the 'how to steal a car' lesson when we got busted. My mom ditched me and Sandy took me in..."
"Seth's dad?"
"Yeah."
"So, you knew them..."
"He was appointed as my public defender when I was arrested. " It seems like such a long time ago.
"So...you stay with strangers?"
"They're not strangers anymore." They're family. A crazy kind of family, but still.
"Oh." She's not nuzzling my neck anymore, she's just listening. I miss the feeling. "So...what else? Why's your lawyer's kid and his girl so obsessive about you?"
"Obsessive?"
"Like, protective? Like, you seem to be totally capable of making your own decisions..."
I find my cigarettes in my pocket and offer her one. This is getting a little close for comfort. She accepts and we light up again, the joint long discarded into the gutter.
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"Sorry...is it hard to talk about?" I ask when he doesn't respond. His eyes are locked on the ocean beyond. He's so fucking gorgeous, but I'm truly interested in getting to know what's under all that sexiness.
"Hmm?" His blue eyes find mine, as if surprised that I'm still listening.
"You know. Losing your family and having to start over..."
"I'm over it. Mostly. Most people here know me. The punk from Chino..."
"You're not a punk," I give his collarbone another kiss. And a little lick. He tastes fine.
Smoke drifts from his nostrils as he puts his arm around me and pulls me closer.
"So...what's the deal with Summer and Seth having to chaperone you?"
"I had a hard summer," he mutters.
"Spill..." I am determined to get this boy to talk. Words seem to be a foreign concept to him. Before, I only found his body fascinating, but this kid has really lived.
"Why are you so interested?"
"Like I said. Distract me from my own dramas. And I want to know why that little – why Summer gets to choose who you sleep with. I mean, what gives?"
"When I first got here, I went out with Summer's best friend. She had a lot of problems...but we were trying to stick it out. We were off and on."
"What happened?" I start to roll another joint because he's getting tense again. But he looks damned sexy with that brooding look – and he's one of the few guys I know that has a reason for brooding.
"Well, during one of our off-times..." He sighs. His eyes light up as he sees me working with the weed. "I hooked up with my ex-girlfriend from Chino. Long story short...she got pregnant..."
"Chino girl?"
"Yeah. And I moved back to help her..." Whoa Nelly! Talk about doing the decent thing.
"You mean...you moved back to Chino? So what are you doing here?" I can't imagine Jay quitting school and moving to help support me if I were pregnant. I can't imagine any guy I've ever dated helping to support me if I were pregnant. Shit, I can't imagine considering having a kid...damn.
"Miscarriage," he says, and there's a wall going up there. I won't ask more. I hold out the completed joint.
"I'm sorry."
"It was a really long summer, Kimmie. But now I'm back. This is where my life is now. My family, I guess."
I nod. He sighs.
"And Seth – he's like, my brother. He looks out for me. And he's decided that involves getting me laid. Or not, as the case may be." He smiles at me and there's a definite glint in his eyes. "Him and Summer – they want to pair me up with a suitable girl."
"So I guess I failed the test, huh?" I bet that was Summer' doing. Sanctimonious little bitch. Can't help it, but man do I get pissed off at girls getting all high and mighty about a little harmless fun.
He grimaces. "Actually, I guess I did. I'm no good at this relationship shit." Maybe, stud, but I know plenty of things you're really good at.
His pocket's vibrating again. I glance at his pants. "Shouldn't you answer that?"
"I will. Later. This is nice." The smoke coming from his mouth is damned sexy. He's damned sexy all over. All this smoking is making me want to drag him back to my bed. Sooner rather than later.
"You don't want them to know you're with me?" I tease, pinching him on his inner thigh.
He smiles. "I don't care...But all they know about you is that there was an incident in a closet and..." he pauses as his phone buzzes again.
"Just answer it."
"If I answer it, I'll be sent home immediately. Grounded, you know?"
"Oh. Let me see..." I reach across him and slide my hand into his pocket. I resist the temptation to grope and find his phone and pull it out.
"Kimmie, don't..." He tries to stop me, but I've already found the power button and switched it off.
"There. You can turn it back on when you're better..."
"Better?" He asks.
I kiss him and get a mouthful of smoke. We both cough and dissolve into laughter.
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For some reason this whole talk has actually made me feel better. But I can't tell that to the Cohens, because then they would not shut up. Ever.
Maybe it's because Kimmie is actually completely cool about my whole Chino past, and it's not often I get that reaction in Newport. She's turning out to be much nicer than I thought when I first met her. Maybe we can be friends. Friends with massive benefits on the side.
Because she is just too damn hot not to sleep with her at every opportunity.
"Hey, stud, how about another one for luck?" she whispers into my ear. She reaches across me to take the weed and her hand brushes my leg. Whoops. My body's responding without engaging my brain. Again.
She smiles as she starts rolling the spliff. "Well, hello there," she teases.
I swear that girl has a one-track mind. But then, so do I, apparently.
When she passes it to me and I inhale I can feel it tingling through my body. Fuck, this is nice stuff. Better than what I scored in Chino. I'm well on my way to being completely wasted. And I feel more than a little horny.
"You want to eat something?" Kimmie asks. Does she mean food, or is this another come on? Actually, I don't care. Either sounds good right now. Or both.
She gets up unsteadily and offers me a hand up. I look up at her, squinting. Okay, I can do this.
Hey, I forgot about the drop. But somehow it doesn't seem as scary as earlier. Better stick to the wall just in case.
Like a pair of crabs, we inch our way back to the window. As soon as we get through, Kimmie dissolves in a fit of giggles on the floor. I have no idea why she's laughing, but I join her. Because, for some reason, it's very, very funny.
"So, what do you want to eat, stud?"
I don't know. "Food?"
She giggles some more as she picks herself up and stumbles towards the stairs. I follow her tight ass down this time.
"Come on, Ryan, what? Sweet? Savory? Chocolate? Twinkies? Potato Chips? Ice cream? Onion dip? Funyuns? Marshmallows?"
So many choices, so little time. It was never that difficult in Chino. That's the problem with these rich kids, too much fucking choice. "Peanut butter sandwich?"
She giggles again. "Yeah, we can do that." And then she trips and almost falls over so I have to catch her and she grabs my arm, digging her nails into my biceps. I'm half-tempted to forget about the food, now.
But the pull of the kitchen is too great.
Next thing I know she's draped on the counter in her tight little skirt, showing an expanse of tanned, smooth leg and threatening me with a spoonful of Chunky Monkey ice cream.
I'm trying to make myself a sandwich here, but Kimmie has other ideas. She sucks on that spoon with a lascivious look in her eyes. Her tongue is very pink.
Suddenly, my pants are way too tight. What a surprise.
"Hey, stud." She's positively purring now. "Why don't you take off your shirt?"
Uh-oh. Here we go again. Because I am powerless to defend my virtue.
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I swear to god I try. I try. But he's just too sexy for his own good. And I want to see those ripped abs of his again. Like, now.
Ryan looks at me with his damn blue eyes – blue with a tinge of pink, now. He looks completely stoned. So I guess I am, too. Well, that's my excuse. Because he is smokin'.
"You heard me. Get it off, now. Or I'll have to smear ice cream all over it." He raises is eyebrows at me but starts unbuttoning his shirt. Oh, the power.
"Slower," I murmur. I can feel the heat radiating from him a mile off. He smiles and runs his tongue across his teeth. And he slows down. By the time he drops the shirt I am really short of breath. I don't know what he did in Chino over the summer, but I bet it involved heavy lifting.
Rat bastard Jay never had a body like this.
I crook my finger at him and he comes closer. He's smirking. Until I drop ice cream from my spoon onto his chest and he gasps. "The fuck..."
And then he shuts up when I lean over and lick it off him. Mmm. Nothing beats ice cream eaten right off a hot body.
He likes it, too, because he hisses when my tongue goes over his hard nipples. I drop a little more on him and lick some more. I'm hungry. But he won't let me finish.
He takes the spoon from me and narrows his eyes. I guess he must be hungry, too. He motions at my top. The message is pretty clear – off. Or else... he waves the spoon, threateningly. How cute.
The top goes.
"Lose the bra," he growls.
Okay.
And now he's licking ice cream off my breasts and I am so not complaining. That tongue of his – yeah, stud, you've got skills.
And we're not just talking tongue, either. He's slipped one hand up my skirt and I'm not stopping him. Any minute now I'm going to be screaming in my own kitchen.
I smooth his tousled blond hair and grab a handful all of a sudden because, hot damn that boy is sexy. And his fingers... Oh, Ryan!
I'm getting entirely too carried away here because I don't hear any of the warning sounds and suddenly there's a noise at the door.
"Shit!"
Ryan stops what he's doing – oh, what a shame – and looks up at me, panic in his eyes. We both scrabble for clothes. I manage to pull my top back on (where the fuck is my bra?) but Ryan is too wasted and he's still shirtless when my mom walks in. He turns beetroot.
Now how am I going to explain this?
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I'm going to die.
I'm half-naked, stoned as fuck, covered in ice cream, with a flagpole in my pants. Hey, Mrs. Gentry, remember me? I did your daughter in a supply closet the other day. I'm here for round two.
Kimmie's mom doesn't bat an eyelid. She smiles at me and gives me a quick once-over. She still looks pretty damn good, if a little too made up.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" She doesn't even look pissed, just curious. I swear this family makes the Cohens look sane.
"Shouldn't you be in Massachusetts or somewhere?" replies Kimmie. She is very flushed but she's covering up pretty well.
Her mom shrugs. "Your father was called back for an emergency board meeting so we had to cut it short. What are you guys doing here?"
Pause. Long, heavy pause. Maybe I should just seize the opportunity and make a run for it.
She smiles. "I mean, what are you guys doing at home on a school day. Seriously?" She gestures at the mess. "I don't need you to tell me what you're doing here. It's pretty self-explanatory."
Yeah, Kimmie' bra is on the cooker, my shirt on the floor. It's ten am and we're eating ice cream, Funyuns, peanut butter sandwiches and making out in the kitchen. It's pretty fucking obvious. And she doesn't seem to care.
"We both got suspended, Mom, and not for what you think, either," Kimmie says quickly. "Ryan, was in a fight – this jerk really pushed him – and I defended him against Dr Kim and kind of lost it. I'm really sorry, Mom. But she was such a bitch to him. The other guy, this jock, he didn't even get detention. And look at the bruises on Ryan!"
She looks. Hell, does she look. Thank God for the kitchen counter between us to protect my modesty. I can feel my ears burning.
"Didn't we meet in the dean's office?" she asks. Yeah, Mrs. Gentry, we certainly did.
"Mom, this is Ryan Atwood. Ryan, my mom," Kimmie says, stepping in to rescue me. Her mom sighs, but her eyes are still lingering on me. I don't think boundaries mean much to her. She'd probably get on great with Julie Cooper.
"Ma'am," I mutter. I can't look her in the eye.
"Well, kids, it's all very well to have fun," she says, "but I hope you're being safe, Kimmie, hon. And don't go smoking your funny cigarettes on the front lawn in front of the neighbors. If you're going to do this, do it on the roof. Now you better clean up this mess – and come talk to me when you're done. I'll be upstairs. Bye, Ryan." And I swear she pinches my butt as she sweeps past me.
I think my jaw is on the floor. What the fuck was that? Is this woman on drugs, too? What was in that grass we smoked?
Kimmie is having another fit of giggles. I am still trying to figure out what happened here.
"Oh Ryan, you should see your face! It's just too hilarious!" she gasps.
Yeah. I bet.
"Is, uh, your mom always like this?" Or is there a hidden camera somewhere?
"Yeah," she shrugs. "My 'rents are pretty laid back. I used to be this real wild child."
Right, because you're so straight now, Kimmie.
I must have looked skeptical because she laughs. "No, really, stud. I was bad. And I was, like, thirteen. So they figured that if they couldn't stop me doing shit, at least they wanted me to be safe, you know. And they always made sure I knew I could talk to them. They're pretty cool, actually."
I still don't know what to say. I nod.
"Except they never liked Jay – they thought he was a bad influence on me. And I nearly flunked out of school last year because of him. That was the last straw. That's when they decided to move here – well, you know the rest."
I clear my throat. "I thought you got kicked out from your last school for, uh, inappropriate behavior?"
Kimmie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well, that was after. It just made moving easier, I guess."
"So, your mom is cool with the smoking, and the – and the sex?" This is weird.
"Hey, she remembers being young. As long as I'm careful, you know. Sure, she'd probably prefer me a little tamer – but I'm her daughter, believe me." Kimmie winks at me and I get a flash of young Mrs. Gentry, and yeah, I can imagine.
"Besides, she likes you," Kimmie adds. I wonder whether I should tell her about the ass pinch.
"She groped you, didn't she?" she says. "She likes to freak out my friends. And she loves to embarrass me." Well, you can tell her it works.
Jesus, I feel for Kimmie's dad.
"It's a miracle you're so sane," I say. And I mean it.
She slides off the countertop where she's been all this time and snakes her arms around my neck. She kisses me and I try to remember that her mom is upstairs and might just draw the line at seeing us humping on the floor. At least, I hope.
"You were really sweet today, stud. Thanks for making me feel better. I really needed this. And I'll make it up to you for the... interruption." Yeah, me too. "You want a lift home?"
"Nah, you're way too stoned to drive, Kimmie. I'll walk. Or run, or whatever. I need some fresh air before facing the Cohens." It's not going to be fun, that's for sure.
"Hey, stud, you know what would be cool?" she says as I wipe off the remnant of melted banana ice cream from my chest and pull my shirt back on. "We should go on a road trip together. You know, get away from all the madness. Have us some fun – without getting interrupted."
Huh. That's a nice idea. When we're done being grounded. Maybe sometime in the next decade.