Author's Note: Again, I would NEVER trade John for Brock... *grumbles*...
hope you like this chapter...
Chapter 17: The Morning After
Rae woke up the following morning and looked around. Brock was still sleeping next to her. She groaned as she sat up, her head was pounding, probably the only time she ever had a hangover. She sighed and closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. She slipped out from under the covers and dressed before walking out of the room. She walked down the hall and saw that no one was in her room. She sighed and walked in. She dug through her closet and took out some old clothes. After she showered, she changed into her clothes and walked downstairs where she saw Heather and Amanda at the dining room table. Raechel didn't look at them, "You know where you can find me if you need me." They both nodded and watched her walk away.
Amanda looked at Heather and raised an eyebrow, "What happened last night?" Heather shrugged, "Nothing important." She went to leave, "Stop, tell me." Heather grinned at Amanda, "Well Rae and I switched." "Why the hell would you want to sleep in her room?" She looked confused. Heather shook her head, "That's not what I mean." Amanda narrowed her eyes, "Elaborate." Heather grinned widely, "I got John, and Rae got Brock." Amanda's eyes went wide, "What?! You switched guys?!" Heather shrugged nonchalantly, "Just for one night." Amanda shook her head, "Your idea?" Heather grinned and nodded slightly, "Yeah." Amanda shook her head. John entered the room and smiled at the two women, "Morning." Heather grinned, "Morning John." John looked around, "Where's Rae?" Amanda sighed, "Her garage, probably tearing something up." John smirked and nodded, "I'll see you guys later." Amanda looked at Heather, "He cared," she stated sarcastically; Heather shrugged, "Not like I care, I had him going last night," she said grinning. "Look I'm gonna go wake meat head up." Amanda nodded and watched Heather go up the steps.
John walked into the garage where he saw Rae tinkering under the hood of a beautiful, 1967 candy apple red Chevelle with a black rag top. She was wearing dark blue, coveralls that hugged her body in all the right places. Blaring over the stereo was the song, 'Closure' by Chevelle. He walked in and was immediately taken aback by the collection she had. 5 classic, restored cars, and 3 Harley motorcycles. He walked over to her, "Rae?" She responded without looking up, "Yeah?" He sighed, "You okay?" Raechel sighed and shook her head, "No." She tossed the wrench into her toolbox and then straightened up to look at John, "I have the worst fuckin' hangover, and last night, I fucked a guy that I can't stand." John went to hug her, but she pulled away, "Don't." He looked at her, confused, "What's wrong?" Raechel shook her head, "Nothin'." John grabbed her arm as she went to walk away. "Tell me. I know when there is something bugging you." Rae sighed heavily. She looked into John's blue eyes. "It's Heather." John sighed. "Rae, she's not mad at you for ya know." John shrugged. "It's not about last night." John narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?" Rae sighed, "I don't like the idea of her leavin with Brock." John smirked, "I gathered that from the other day." Raechel shook her head, "That's not what I mean. I've gotta bad feelin about this whole thing." She closed her eyes as she felt tears coming, but swallowed them. She looked up at John, "I'm worried about her." John sighed as he pulled Raechel to him in a strong hug, "Look, Brock's a friend of mine. He's a good guy. Heather's going to be just fine." Rae closed her eyes, she didn't believe John was right, but prayed he was. He looked down at her, "Okay?" Rae sighed and nodded, "Ok." John smiled at her and gently kissed her.
Heather walked down the hall to her room. She walked in and heard the shower running. She grinned and sat on the bed, waiting patiently. A few minutes later he was still in there so she laid on the bed and fell asleep. Brock came out with a towel around his waist and smiled when he saw Heather sleeping on the bed, he quickly pulled on some boxers and sat beside her, moving her hair from her face. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "What time is it?" She asked. He looked at his watch on the night stand. "1:30." He smiled. "Okay, then wake me up at 5:00" Heather said and rolled over. Brock nodded and finished getting dressed. "Better keep em off." Brock heard Heather say, he turned around and looked at her. "What?" Heather nodded. "Take the clothes off. I'm feeling feisty." She said and giggled. "If you say so." Brock said slipping out of his clothes and crawling in bed with her.
Amanda walked into her bedroom and saw Randy was just waking up. She smiled and walked over to him, "Hey." Randy smiled up at her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "Morning Beautiful." Amanda blushed and smiled at him. He sat up and kissed her gently. Amanda smiled as she pushed Randy back on the bed, "You're never gonna guess what happened last night." Randy smirked, "No, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me." Amanda grinned. "Rae and Heather switched." She said. Randy looked at her confused. "IM not feeling you." He said running his hand up her thigh and grinned. "Perv, no they switched men." Randy's eyes went wide. "Holy shit." He said. "Yea I know, it sucks. I sure as hell would love to have John for one night, Im gonna go talk to Rae." Amanda went to leave. Randy smirked, "You better be joking." Amanda shook her head, "Nope, I'm going down to her garage right now..." Randy jumped from the bed and grabbed Amanda, pulling her down to the bed with him, "No one else is getting you." Amanda smiled and gently kissed him, "I know I was joking." Randy grinned playfully and rolled her to her back, "You better be." Amanda smiled as he kissed her deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Raechel looked up at John from under the hood of the Chevelle, "Hand me that 13 mm wrench." John looked over the tools, confused, "Huh?" Rae smiled and walked over; she picked up the torque wrench, "This, my dear, is what us grease monkies call a wrench." John chuckled as she walked back over to continue working on the car. John leaned against a black, 1969 Camaro and smiled, "How'd you get into cars and motorcycles?" Raechel repsonded as she looked deeper into the car, "My Dad was a mechanic and I guess I just picked it up from him." John smiled as Raechel stepped back and tossed the wrench back into the tool box. She nodded and wiped her hands on a shop rag before putting the hood down. John smiled at her, "Done?" Rae nodded, "Yeah." She looked over at John, "Wanna go for a ride?" John shrugged, "Sure." Raechel grinned, "Hop on in," she said as she climbed into the driver's seat. Raechel fired up the Chevelle and John was surprised by the sound of it. Rae smirked and looked over at him, "Scared?" John swallowed and shook his head quickly. She grinned, "You oughta be." She hit the gas and shifted as she sped out of the garage. John looked over at her as if she were insane. He noticed she was shifting without the clutch, "You don't use the clutch?" Rae smiled and shook her head, "Don't need to." She shifted again and sped off down the road.
"Brock," Heather asked as she lay on his chest. "Hmmmm," he asked half asleep. "I don't think Rae is too excited that I'm leaving tomorrow." Brock sighed, 'Who gives a fuck about what she thinks,' he thought. "Don't worry about her, once we get to Minnesota you'll practically forget this life." Heather sat up. "I'll forget about everything here? Why is that?" She asked confused. "Heather, I didn't mean for it to come out like that." Brock said. "Well, it did." She said standing up with the sheet around her body. "IM sorry!" His voice was a little harsh. Heather swallowed hard. he stood up, put some boxers on and came over and stood in front of her. "IM sorry, IM acting like an ass." He said. "I would say so." Heather nodded, Brock wrapped his arms around her, and grinned. Heather sighed and returned Brock's strong embrace. She was a little creeped out by the way he just spoke to her, but when he started kissing on her neck, she totally forgot about it. Brock leaned down and kissed her deeply. Heather wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. Brock smiled at her, "I'm going to treat you like a queen." "You better," she replied with a playful grin. Brock smirked as he picked her up and dropped her on the bed.
Amanda and Randy lay in Amanda's bed, staring up at the ceiling. Randy looked at her and smiled, but his smile quickly faded when he noticed the distant look on her face, "What's wrong?" Amanda sat up and sighed, "Heather's leaving tomorrow. God knows how long it's going to be before we see her again." Randy sat up and nodded, "Yeah, I know, it's going to be rough, but you'll be okay. I mean, you're going to be with me," he said with a cocky grin. Amanda nodded and kissed him, "Yeah, but things won't be the same without Heather around." Randy smiled and nodded, "Yeah, you won't have any fights to break up." Amanda shook her head, "That's how Heather and Rae are. They fight, but get over it. I mean, they've been like that before we even met. They used to bicker online and then make up like two seconds later." Randy sighed and gently kissed Amanda's cheek, "It's going to be okay." Amanda rested her head on Randy's shoulder, "I hope you're right." Randy wrapped an arm around her and they laid back on the bed.
Chapter 17: The Morning After
Rae woke up the following morning and looked around. Brock was still sleeping next to her. She groaned as she sat up, her head was pounding, probably the only time she ever had a hangover. She sighed and closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. She slipped out from under the covers and dressed before walking out of the room. She walked down the hall and saw that no one was in her room. She sighed and walked in. She dug through her closet and took out some old clothes. After she showered, she changed into her clothes and walked downstairs where she saw Heather and Amanda at the dining room table. Raechel didn't look at them, "You know where you can find me if you need me." They both nodded and watched her walk away.
Amanda looked at Heather and raised an eyebrow, "What happened last night?" Heather shrugged, "Nothing important." She went to leave, "Stop, tell me." Heather grinned at Amanda, "Well Rae and I switched." "Why the hell would you want to sleep in her room?" She looked confused. Heather shook her head, "That's not what I mean." Amanda narrowed her eyes, "Elaborate." Heather grinned widely, "I got John, and Rae got Brock." Amanda's eyes went wide, "What?! You switched guys?!" Heather shrugged nonchalantly, "Just for one night." Amanda shook her head, "Your idea?" Heather grinned and nodded slightly, "Yeah." Amanda shook her head. John entered the room and smiled at the two women, "Morning." Heather grinned, "Morning John." John looked around, "Where's Rae?" Amanda sighed, "Her garage, probably tearing something up." John smirked and nodded, "I'll see you guys later." Amanda looked at Heather, "He cared," she stated sarcastically; Heather shrugged, "Not like I care, I had him going last night," she said grinning. "Look I'm gonna go wake meat head up." Amanda nodded and watched Heather go up the steps.
John walked into the garage where he saw Rae tinkering under the hood of a beautiful, 1967 candy apple red Chevelle with a black rag top. She was wearing dark blue, coveralls that hugged her body in all the right places. Blaring over the stereo was the song, 'Closure' by Chevelle. He walked in and was immediately taken aback by the collection she had. 5 classic, restored cars, and 3 Harley motorcycles. He walked over to her, "Rae?" She responded without looking up, "Yeah?" He sighed, "You okay?" Raechel sighed and shook her head, "No." She tossed the wrench into her toolbox and then straightened up to look at John, "I have the worst fuckin' hangover, and last night, I fucked a guy that I can't stand." John went to hug her, but she pulled away, "Don't." He looked at her, confused, "What's wrong?" Raechel shook her head, "Nothin'." John grabbed her arm as she went to walk away. "Tell me. I know when there is something bugging you." Rae sighed heavily. She looked into John's blue eyes. "It's Heather." John sighed. "Rae, she's not mad at you for ya know." John shrugged. "It's not about last night." John narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?" Rae sighed, "I don't like the idea of her leavin with Brock." John smirked, "I gathered that from the other day." Raechel shook her head, "That's not what I mean. I've gotta bad feelin about this whole thing." She closed her eyes as she felt tears coming, but swallowed them. She looked up at John, "I'm worried about her." John sighed as he pulled Raechel to him in a strong hug, "Look, Brock's a friend of mine. He's a good guy. Heather's going to be just fine." Rae closed her eyes, she didn't believe John was right, but prayed he was. He looked down at her, "Okay?" Rae sighed and nodded, "Ok." John smiled at her and gently kissed her.
Heather walked down the hall to her room. She walked in and heard the shower running. She grinned and sat on the bed, waiting patiently. A few minutes later he was still in there so she laid on the bed and fell asleep. Brock came out with a towel around his waist and smiled when he saw Heather sleeping on the bed, he quickly pulled on some boxers and sat beside her, moving her hair from her face. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "What time is it?" She asked. He looked at his watch on the night stand. "1:30." He smiled. "Okay, then wake me up at 5:00" Heather said and rolled over. Brock nodded and finished getting dressed. "Better keep em off." Brock heard Heather say, he turned around and looked at her. "What?" Heather nodded. "Take the clothes off. I'm feeling feisty." She said and giggled. "If you say so." Brock said slipping out of his clothes and crawling in bed with her.
Amanda walked into her bedroom and saw Randy was just waking up. She smiled and walked over to him, "Hey." Randy smiled up at her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "Morning Beautiful." Amanda blushed and smiled at him. He sat up and kissed her gently. Amanda smiled as she pushed Randy back on the bed, "You're never gonna guess what happened last night." Randy smirked, "No, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me." Amanda grinned. "Rae and Heather switched." She said. Randy looked at her confused. "IM not feeling you." He said running his hand up her thigh and grinned. "Perv, no they switched men." Randy's eyes went wide. "Holy shit." He said. "Yea I know, it sucks. I sure as hell would love to have John for one night, Im gonna go talk to Rae." Amanda went to leave. Randy smirked, "You better be joking." Amanda shook her head, "Nope, I'm going down to her garage right now..." Randy jumped from the bed and grabbed Amanda, pulling her down to the bed with him, "No one else is getting you." Amanda smiled and gently kissed him, "I know I was joking." Randy grinned playfully and rolled her to her back, "You better be." Amanda smiled as he kissed her deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Raechel looked up at John from under the hood of the Chevelle, "Hand me that 13 mm wrench." John looked over the tools, confused, "Huh?" Rae smiled and walked over; she picked up the torque wrench, "This, my dear, is what us grease monkies call a wrench." John chuckled as she walked back over to continue working on the car. John leaned against a black, 1969 Camaro and smiled, "How'd you get into cars and motorcycles?" Raechel repsonded as she looked deeper into the car, "My Dad was a mechanic and I guess I just picked it up from him." John smiled as Raechel stepped back and tossed the wrench back into the tool box. She nodded and wiped her hands on a shop rag before putting the hood down. John smiled at her, "Done?" Rae nodded, "Yeah." She looked over at John, "Wanna go for a ride?" John shrugged, "Sure." Raechel grinned, "Hop on in," she said as she climbed into the driver's seat. Raechel fired up the Chevelle and John was surprised by the sound of it. Rae smirked and looked over at him, "Scared?" John swallowed and shook his head quickly. She grinned, "You oughta be." She hit the gas and shifted as she sped out of the garage. John looked over at her as if she were insane. He noticed she was shifting without the clutch, "You don't use the clutch?" Rae smiled and shook her head, "Don't need to." She shifted again and sped off down the road.
"Brock," Heather asked as she lay on his chest. "Hmmmm," he asked half asleep. "I don't think Rae is too excited that I'm leaving tomorrow." Brock sighed, 'Who gives a fuck about what she thinks,' he thought. "Don't worry about her, once we get to Minnesota you'll practically forget this life." Heather sat up. "I'll forget about everything here? Why is that?" She asked confused. "Heather, I didn't mean for it to come out like that." Brock said. "Well, it did." She said standing up with the sheet around her body. "IM sorry!" His voice was a little harsh. Heather swallowed hard. he stood up, put some boxers on and came over and stood in front of her. "IM sorry, IM acting like an ass." He said. "I would say so." Heather nodded, Brock wrapped his arms around her, and grinned. Heather sighed and returned Brock's strong embrace. She was a little creeped out by the way he just spoke to her, but when he started kissing on her neck, she totally forgot about it. Brock leaned down and kissed her deeply. Heather wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. Brock smiled at her, "I'm going to treat you like a queen." "You better," she replied with a playful grin. Brock smirked as he picked her up and dropped her on the bed.
Amanda and Randy lay in Amanda's bed, staring up at the ceiling. Randy looked at her and smiled, but his smile quickly faded when he noticed the distant look on her face, "What's wrong?" Amanda sat up and sighed, "Heather's leaving tomorrow. God knows how long it's going to be before we see her again." Randy sat up and nodded, "Yeah, I know, it's going to be rough, but you'll be okay. I mean, you're going to be with me," he said with a cocky grin. Amanda nodded and kissed him, "Yeah, but things won't be the same without Heather around." Randy smiled and nodded, "Yeah, you won't have any fights to break up." Amanda shook her head, "That's how Heather and Rae are. They fight, but get over it. I mean, they've been like that before we even met. They used to bicker online and then make up like two seconds later." Randy sighed and gently kissed Amanda's cheek, "It's going to be okay." Amanda rested her head on Randy's shoulder, "I hope you're right." Randy wrapped an arm around her and they laid back on the bed.