Kissing Ringo
Chapter 4
A/N: For Jessi and to Jessi and because of Jessi. The brains behind this particular beauty. And Chevie, love you!!
Lane stared around miserably at the sea of unfamiliar faces. She'd begged Rory to let her stay behind. To let her listen to the music that Paris had put a ban on, and write her mother a postcard. But Rory was adamant that this was Spring Break and that they needed to get out and have fun. Even if the fun included noisy parties full of people they'd never met before and probably wouldn't see again. Lane mentally kicked herself again for not being able to resist Rory's puppy eyes and plastered a fake smile on her
face. Looking over at Rory, Lane sighed and attempted to enjoy the band even though they sounded like they were playing their instruments with their teeth. Resigning herself to her fate, Lane offered to go in search of drinks.
As she closed the fridge, two barely cold sodas in hand, Lane heard a familiar voice pipe up from behind her.
"For me? You shouldn't have. Dr Pepper isn't really my beverage of choice." Lane exhaled loudly. She'd half hoped he would be here, but now that he was, she was scared. If Rory saw the two of them together, it would mean the end of their friendship, and no guy was worth that.
"Care to take a detour on your way back to Rory?" He asked slyly. Lane had
obviously done a terrible job of lying earlier because Jess knew she was here with Rory and not her mother. However the thought vanished from her mind as she accepted his offer and let him lead her to an empty hallway away from the noise. The place really did look bigger from the inside, she made a quick mental note to look for hidden hallways in her cabin, when she got back.
Taking the cans from Lane and setting them down on a nearby table, Jess moved in for the kill. Meeting her lips with his once again, he ran his fingers through her hair. In return she locked her arms around his waist, grasping the back of his jacket. After several minutes, Jess reluctantly came up for air, and licked his lips.
"Huh. Never really thought of you as the cherry type." Lane smirked as she reached into her pocket, pulled out a small tube and handed it to Jess. After examining it closely, Jess spoke again. "Watermelon. I was right. You're not the cherry type." Taking back her lip gloss, Lane pushed Jess gently away.
"I have to get back, before Rory thinks the worst and starts screaming 'rape'. " Jess, however closed the gap between them, nipping playfully at her bottom lip. Lane's will left her momentarily as she kissed him back. Then regaining her composure, she pushed him away again.
"I really have to get back." She picked up the two, now room temperature sodas and made her way back into the crowd. Before leaving his sight completely, Lane dug her lip gloss out of her pocket. She turned and threw it to Jess who was watching her as she attempted to make her way through the ever increasing crowd of people. "I'll get it back off you soon." She promised with a grin.
As soon as Lane re-entered the main room, she instantly remembered why she didn't want to be here. The band had given up on the teeth playing and now sounded like they were playing with their toes, and if possible the room was even more crowded,
with more people she didn't recognise. Making her way back to Rory had proven difficult, given the lack of any space, but she got there eventually
and handed the warm and soda to her friend.
"Do you want to go?" Rory asked. "I mean, this really isn't my scene. Not one person has spoken to me since I walked in the door, it's crowded, it's hot and the music sucks." Rory listed.
"Maybe we should stick around for a while. We don't want to seem so unsociable, that we never get invited again. It will be a long two weeks if I have to listen to Paris complain about not getting invited anywhere!!" Lane reasoned. Besides, she had lip gloss to reclaim.
After an hour of making small talk with a couple of guys, who by the sound of it were looking for an easy lay, Lane excused herself once more, this time in search of a bathroom. Spotting her target across the crowded dining room, Lane picked a bowl of peanuts and proceeded to pick out one by one, and throw them at Jess's head. Finally getting his attention, she crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. badly. He grinned at the cheesy gesture and upon reaching her, tugged her back into the hallway.
"So this is where I get my lip gloss back right?" Lane questioned coyly. Jess had it in his hand and was about to hand it over, when he decided against it.
"Uh, in a minute." He retorted, slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans. Looping his thumbs through the belt loops at the back of Lane skirt, Jess looked into Lane's eyes, alarm bells instantly started ringing in his head accompanied by the words BIG MISTAKE flashing in neon colours. This was not supposed to turn into something serious! Just a bit of fun. But something inside him jolted when he saw her eyes staring back into his. Ignoring the persistent ringing, he bent down slightly and kissed her again. Deepening the kiss, Lane's hands made their way around to Jess back pocket, reaching in she pulled out her small tube of lip gloss. Smirking, she pulled
away.
"Where are you?" Jess enquired knowingly.
"Bathroom. I should get back." Jess simply nodded. Entwining his fingers with Lane's, he kissed her. Trying to give her something to want to come back to. They were rudely interrupted by somebody loudly clearing their throat behind them.
"I hate to interrupt the tonsil hockey, but Rory is looking for Lane."
Paris stated abruptly, before stomping off. Lane looked at Jess apologetically.
"I better find her. Try and convince her not to tell Rory." Again, Jess nodded and allowed her free, back into the sea of people.
"Paris! PARIS!" Lane yelled at Paris's back. She spun round abruptly, and waited for Lane to start talking. "Please don't tell Rory."
"Oh, I'm not going to tell Rory. You are." After getting no response from Lane, Paris proceeded. "No? Okay then. Maybe I will tell her!"
"No, okay! I'll tell her. Just give me until the end of the holiday." Paris contemplated this for a second.
"Fine. But if you haven't told her by the end of Spring Break and you're still with him, I'll tell her. It's not fair of you to keep this from her." Paris spun around once more and stalked off into the crowd, leaving Lane standing alone amongst a group of beer guzzling college students.