My foot tapped a steady beat on the garage floor as I begin to drift off in
my mind. We'd been in the garage almost all day and darkness was
approaching. I could tell because of a rather large crack in one of the
walls. Lately it felt as if all Scott and I did is work on cars. We'd get
up, have a bit of breakfast - normally some bread and meat we managed to
snatch - and then make our way to the garage. I thought we might have a
little R & R time after completing that last big job, but no, it was right
back to the regular-sized ones.
My mouth hung open and time seemingly slowed as Scott continued working. I was so sick of the garage I would have done anything to get out of there. Maybe if I offered Scott sex he'd stop.
My eyes drooped closed then opened. Damn, he didn't show any sign of stopping. My left elbow was propped up on my thigh, my chin resting in my palm. I sighed, "Scott, can we please be done for today?"
He mumbled something unintelligible. "What?" I asked then reconsidered, "No, don't tell me, let me guess: 'I'm almost finished.'"
There came no reply. "Scott," I complained, "It's getting dark, let's go do something for once instead of staying in here."
"Your enthusiasm is exhausting," he grumbled.
"Your enthusiasm is exhausting." I mimicked in a screechy voice. "Come on Scott, let go and let live! Let's go do something for once!"
"You can go and do whatever you want," he retorted.
I blinked. Why hadn't I thought of that? "Really?"
"Well, yeah," Scott answered. "I'm not holding you here, am I?"
I shook my head, "No, but I don't want to bail if you've got more stuff for me to do."
"Doesn't matter to me," he mumbled.
"Fine." I stood. "I'm going out, I'm way too bored and way too sick of tools and junk and car parts."
Scott sighed, "I didn't hear you complaining before."
"Well, I wasn't tired of it before."
"Stop whining," he growled.
I glared at him, "I do *not* whine."
"Good, then go not whine somewhere else. Make me dinner or something."
"What am I your cook?" I argued. "No, that's right. I'm just your *assistant*."
Scott looked over at me. "Are you still here?"
"What's up your ass?" I snapped. "Sorry I'm not as obsessive about fixing up cars as you are, but I need to do something else before my brain implodes."
Scott grunted in reply.
"Oh my god!" I shouted. "Don't you ever do anything but grunt? For crying out loud, Scott! Would you respond for once in your life?"
"No one is forcing you to stay here, Kat," Scott responded coolly. "If you don't like it, you can find somewhere else to stay. It's not like I'm a big fan of your constant moving and babbling on like you've actually got something to add to the conversation."
I blinked. "Fuck you, Scott." For some reason the fact that he could be so cool about it made me even more upset. Who was he to be berating me?
"I don't have time for that, Kat," he retorted. "I've got to work on my cars, remember?"
Slamming a tool down, I stood. "Fine, I'll see you whenever," I growled and stormed out of the garage, furiously muttering and cursing Scott, not caring where I ended up and not caring who I ended up with.
* * *
I ended up at a rave. I hadn't meant to go to a rave, but who cares. It's where I ended up and it was just what I needed. In all honesty, I went in because some guy I passed after I stormed out of the junkyard told me about the rave to go to if you wanted to have fun. The sad part was that he could tell I needed to have 'fun' as he called it. He told me that it was supposed to have a little something for everyone. I wouldn't have minded a little something-something right then either. I was way too angry and Scott hadn't helping anything. Scott was just...Scott. It was cool hanging around and all, but the Mr. Obsession and Secrets thing was getting really old really quick. I needed to be with people that would party and smile and laugh at my obsession with separating tools rather than Scott giving me that "you idiot" look and going back under the hood. I needed to be around normal people.
As soon as I walked in, I knew without a doubt that my friend on the sidewalk was right and I was tempted to over him a little peak at my goodies in thanks. He was my hero for the moment. Lights flashed in quick movements to the blasting music, tattooing all of the people with patterns that twisted and turned in the same way their bodies were. Everything was hot, steaming in the LA summer. Clothes were scanty at best and sweat- slicked bodies gyrated together in a warm-up of the main activities yet to come.
Something for everyone? The guy was not kidding. One coved area had the stoners lining the floor, passing bongs around companionably or prepping their needles. Not my place, but hey, to each his own, you know?
I sauntered over to the bar and got a drink, wanting to soak in the place before jumping into it. I felt like there was a mass membrane around the party and I had to ooze into it or else I would just bounce off. Weird, yeah, I know, but it gave me time to get a drink and get checked out a few times. And I was getting checked out. Couldn't blame any of them though. I had to admit that I looked hot in my baby-t and shorts. It was so sticky in there that everything was clingy and all it would take was a glance and a smile and any man in the room would be mine.
I sat at the bar and twirled a straw between my fingers waiting for my drink and glancing around again. Unfortunately, the first person that happened to talk to me was some slimy looking guy who asked if he could buy me a drink. He reminded me of the guys that used to go around with my mom or would slip a little something extra into a girls drink. It took all my power not to sneer at him, but I knew that wouldn't be effective. He wasn't the type I could just blow off. He was easily three times my size and already had that drunk and interested look.
"Got one already," I replied, sipping my drink that had come not moments before.
"Why don't you put that down and we get out there," he grinned slickly, indicating the dance floor.
Sure fire way to get rid of a guy. "I'm meeting someone," I replied. "You seen Rachel around here?"
He blinked thoughtfully and I cringed. The first thought of a guy is always threesome when faced with that question and this guy was no different. But he would say no and I could hop up and say that I had to find her before I could get anything on with a guy. So his thoughts would hit total "Dear Penthouse" levels and we'd call it good. But to my surprise he glanced around with an inebriated sway and replied, "Yeah. C'mon, I'll show you where she is."
It was a good thing the lights flashed a dark color as he dragged me behind him to hide the look of horror on my face. Damn. What were the odds? I had to start picking a better name to use like Taramina or something really unusual like that. Nonetheless, when he turned and motioned to where Rachel was sitting I smiled in mock appreciation. He pointed to a girl who was sitting in the midst of a small crowd. Well, she wasn't so much sitting at this little table surrounded by blow-up chairs as she was holding court, surrounded by her admirers, all of them, male and female alike just hoping they would be the lucky one she invited home that night. She was tall with black hair tipped in silver streaming down her back and over her shoulders. I had never been one for the all girl-team, but damn. Talk about hot. She was wearing this black satin bra thing with this micro-mini skirt and long black shiny boots.
"Hey, Rach, found a friend of yours," the guy said.
Rachel said later that she could see from the look on my face that this was an "out" that went bad. She said she should have felt bad for taking advantage, but she didn't care. I was worth it.
Rachel jumped up from where she was lounging like a cat, a big smile plastered on her face. "Hey, baby!" she called and then grabbed me and pulled me to her, pressing her full lips against mine. Her hands caressed my face as her skillful mouth coaxed mine open, her tongue seeking mine and not letting go.
She was the one that ended the kiss. I was in way too much of a daze to do anything but gape. Her hand caught mine and she plopped back in her seat, pulling me down with her so that I was in her lap. A few whoops of glee and a few groans of jealously went up from the crowd. She grinned and turned towards the guy. "Ray, you didn't try making a move on my girl?" she asked warningly, her soft hands running up my arm and back.
He visibly paled. "No....course not," he stuttered, backing away and unconsciously moving his hands to cover his crotch area, "Just letting her know where you were."
She smiled. "That's good because I would hate to have to remind you again."
He took two steps back and then disappeared into the crowd.
I don't remember anything else about that night, really. Rachel was great, she accepted me instantly and I ended up spending the night hanging out with her and her posse all night. Details of the night though, I figured more of those out the morning after.
My head hurt when I woke. It wasn't pounding, only a dull ache, but still, as I slid out of my bed it felt like the ache in my head ran down through my mouth and to my chest. I opened my eyes slowly and shielded the sun from them with my hand, as I walked to the sink. Water. I needed water. I grabbed a chipped glass from one of the makeshift cupboards next to the sink. I had just turned to the sink when Scott walked through the door and mumbled what sounded like a hello as he glanced at me, then did a double take and froze.
His eyes roamed over my body then focused on my chest. I groaned and turned away shaking my head. I was still in my pajamas but it wasn't as if they really skimpy. A sports bra and boxer shorts and he was looking at me like I was wearing see-through underwear with a matching top. A fleeting memory of Rach in exactly that drifted across my mind and I couldn't blame Scott anymore. No wonder guys stared.
I took a drink of water and savored the feel on my dry and sore tongue. I could still feel Scott's incredulous gaze. He was really overreacting here. "What?" I snapped. The moment I spoke, the dull ache in my mouth became a sharp lance of pain.
Suddenly my hand flew to my mouth as I dashed to the mirror and stuck my tongue out. "Holy Shit" I squeaked then shut my mouth, wondering what exactly went on the night before.
"What?" Scott asked, looking a bit frazzled. I turned towards Scott and stuck out my tongue.
"Oh," he acknowledged, softly, "You got your tongue pierced."
I shook my head, then realized the bad choice there and froze, my hand instinctively landing on my forehead as I waited for the world around me to stop moving. I glanced at Scott pathetically. I was tired, hung over, my chest was on fire, and my tongue was pierced. "What did I do last night?" I asked pitifully, careful not to use my tongue too much.
"How should I know?" he shrugged, "You ran out saying something about getting out and doing something. I didn't even know you were back."
I groaned as I made my way to the bed. Scott moved next to me and put my arm around his shoulders and his arm around my waist, helping me. "Thanks," I smiled softly and then tried to maneuver myself to fall back onto the bed. Scott apparently wasn't ready for the shift because he ended up following me down and on top of me, his arm still around my waist and mine around his neck. My eyes opened and locked with his as we stayed frozen inches apart in that position for a moment before my chest felt like it was on fire. "Oww, Scott," I growled, pushing him away.
Shaking his head he mumbled an apology and pushed himself off of me. Before he was completely up I noticed his eyes linger on my chest again, "Oh my gosh, Scott," I snapped. "If you want to see them so bad I'll just show them to you."
"No," he answered, his eyes still on my chest. "Just wondering if you'd always had that." He lightly touched the skin below my right breast with his fingertips.
I looked where his hand had landed and my eyes almost popped out of my head; again I got up to look in the mirror. "What the hell did I do last night?" I cried upon seeing a fresh tattoo of a rather attractive girl that resembled Rachel who was wearing an unbuttoned button-up white shirt, sitting on a stool and gratifying herself sexually. "What the hell did she do to me?"
Scott sat on the bed. "I'm getting a bit curious about that myself."
I moved from in front of the mirror back to the bed and sat next to Scott, "I remember the party, and lots of dancing, and drinking and." I broke off as a small smirk touched the corners of my mouth. ".And?" Scott questioned.
I looked over at him, "And Rachel." Scott looked confused so I elaborated, "She saved me from some grease-ball guy that wanted to hook up with me. We ended up having a blast with each other."
"You came home with a pierced tongue and an erotic tattoo. This is a blast where you come from?" Scott shook his head.
I shrugged, "I don't remember either getting the tongue ring or the tattoo, but before that.I remember Rachel, and trust me, Sparky. " I smirked and licked my lips, "She's got my attitude and she tastes like cherries."
Scott blinked, "How.why.what?"
"Kissing, touching and sex." I added, "I remember those three things too."
Scott's mouth hung open, and I just nodded, "Rachel's quite a wild ride. Really a team player too. You'd like her." I nudged him slightly then went to go get more water.
Again, I could feel Scott's eyes on me, but instead of griping about it I went with it and added a satisfied swagger to my walk. Sure I was in hang- over city, with a tattoo and a pierced tongue, but I'd had a hell of a night that didn't consist of working on cars. That was good for me. I'd never really been one for girl on girl action, but throughout the day when the memories of what Rachel and I had done, more so what Rachel had done to me, I was willing to sign up and never look back. I'd had a lot of experiences with guys and all of them I had hated. But with Rachel, it was a whole world I didn't know. A whole world I didn't know but was more than willing to figure out.
My mouth hung open and time seemingly slowed as Scott continued working. I was so sick of the garage I would have done anything to get out of there. Maybe if I offered Scott sex he'd stop.
My eyes drooped closed then opened. Damn, he didn't show any sign of stopping. My left elbow was propped up on my thigh, my chin resting in my palm. I sighed, "Scott, can we please be done for today?"
He mumbled something unintelligible. "What?" I asked then reconsidered, "No, don't tell me, let me guess: 'I'm almost finished.'"
There came no reply. "Scott," I complained, "It's getting dark, let's go do something for once instead of staying in here."
"Your enthusiasm is exhausting," he grumbled.
"Your enthusiasm is exhausting." I mimicked in a screechy voice. "Come on Scott, let go and let live! Let's go do something for once!"
"You can go and do whatever you want," he retorted.
I blinked. Why hadn't I thought of that? "Really?"
"Well, yeah," Scott answered. "I'm not holding you here, am I?"
I shook my head, "No, but I don't want to bail if you've got more stuff for me to do."
"Doesn't matter to me," he mumbled.
"Fine." I stood. "I'm going out, I'm way too bored and way too sick of tools and junk and car parts."
Scott sighed, "I didn't hear you complaining before."
"Well, I wasn't tired of it before."
"Stop whining," he growled.
I glared at him, "I do *not* whine."
"Good, then go not whine somewhere else. Make me dinner or something."
"What am I your cook?" I argued. "No, that's right. I'm just your *assistant*."
Scott looked over at me. "Are you still here?"
"What's up your ass?" I snapped. "Sorry I'm not as obsessive about fixing up cars as you are, but I need to do something else before my brain implodes."
Scott grunted in reply.
"Oh my god!" I shouted. "Don't you ever do anything but grunt? For crying out loud, Scott! Would you respond for once in your life?"
"No one is forcing you to stay here, Kat," Scott responded coolly. "If you don't like it, you can find somewhere else to stay. It's not like I'm a big fan of your constant moving and babbling on like you've actually got something to add to the conversation."
I blinked. "Fuck you, Scott." For some reason the fact that he could be so cool about it made me even more upset. Who was he to be berating me?
"I don't have time for that, Kat," he retorted. "I've got to work on my cars, remember?"
Slamming a tool down, I stood. "Fine, I'll see you whenever," I growled and stormed out of the garage, furiously muttering and cursing Scott, not caring where I ended up and not caring who I ended up with.
* * *
I ended up at a rave. I hadn't meant to go to a rave, but who cares. It's where I ended up and it was just what I needed. In all honesty, I went in because some guy I passed after I stormed out of the junkyard told me about the rave to go to if you wanted to have fun. The sad part was that he could tell I needed to have 'fun' as he called it. He told me that it was supposed to have a little something for everyone. I wouldn't have minded a little something-something right then either. I was way too angry and Scott hadn't helping anything. Scott was just...Scott. It was cool hanging around and all, but the Mr. Obsession and Secrets thing was getting really old really quick. I needed to be with people that would party and smile and laugh at my obsession with separating tools rather than Scott giving me that "you idiot" look and going back under the hood. I needed to be around normal people.
As soon as I walked in, I knew without a doubt that my friend on the sidewalk was right and I was tempted to over him a little peak at my goodies in thanks. He was my hero for the moment. Lights flashed in quick movements to the blasting music, tattooing all of the people with patterns that twisted and turned in the same way their bodies were. Everything was hot, steaming in the LA summer. Clothes were scanty at best and sweat- slicked bodies gyrated together in a warm-up of the main activities yet to come.
Something for everyone? The guy was not kidding. One coved area had the stoners lining the floor, passing bongs around companionably or prepping their needles. Not my place, but hey, to each his own, you know?
I sauntered over to the bar and got a drink, wanting to soak in the place before jumping into it. I felt like there was a mass membrane around the party and I had to ooze into it or else I would just bounce off. Weird, yeah, I know, but it gave me time to get a drink and get checked out a few times. And I was getting checked out. Couldn't blame any of them though. I had to admit that I looked hot in my baby-t and shorts. It was so sticky in there that everything was clingy and all it would take was a glance and a smile and any man in the room would be mine.
I sat at the bar and twirled a straw between my fingers waiting for my drink and glancing around again. Unfortunately, the first person that happened to talk to me was some slimy looking guy who asked if he could buy me a drink. He reminded me of the guys that used to go around with my mom or would slip a little something extra into a girls drink. It took all my power not to sneer at him, but I knew that wouldn't be effective. He wasn't the type I could just blow off. He was easily three times my size and already had that drunk and interested look.
"Got one already," I replied, sipping my drink that had come not moments before.
"Why don't you put that down and we get out there," he grinned slickly, indicating the dance floor.
Sure fire way to get rid of a guy. "I'm meeting someone," I replied. "You seen Rachel around here?"
He blinked thoughtfully and I cringed. The first thought of a guy is always threesome when faced with that question and this guy was no different. But he would say no and I could hop up and say that I had to find her before I could get anything on with a guy. So his thoughts would hit total "Dear Penthouse" levels and we'd call it good. But to my surprise he glanced around with an inebriated sway and replied, "Yeah. C'mon, I'll show you where she is."
It was a good thing the lights flashed a dark color as he dragged me behind him to hide the look of horror on my face. Damn. What were the odds? I had to start picking a better name to use like Taramina or something really unusual like that. Nonetheless, when he turned and motioned to where Rachel was sitting I smiled in mock appreciation. He pointed to a girl who was sitting in the midst of a small crowd. Well, she wasn't so much sitting at this little table surrounded by blow-up chairs as she was holding court, surrounded by her admirers, all of them, male and female alike just hoping they would be the lucky one she invited home that night. She was tall with black hair tipped in silver streaming down her back and over her shoulders. I had never been one for the all girl-team, but damn. Talk about hot. She was wearing this black satin bra thing with this micro-mini skirt and long black shiny boots.
"Hey, Rach, found a friend of yours," the guy said.
Rachel said later that she could see from the look on my face that this was an "out" that went bad. She said she should have felt bad for taking advantage, but she didn't care. I was worth it.
Rachel jumped up from where she was lounging like a cat, a big smile plastered on her face. "Hey, baby!" she called and then grabbed me and pulled me to her, pressing her full lips against mine. Her hands caressed my face as her skillful mouth coaxed mine open, her tongue seeking mine and not letting go.
She was the one that ended the kiss. I was in way too much of a daze to do anything but gape. Her hand caught mine and she plopped back in her seat, pulling me down with her so that I was in her lap. A few whoops of glee and a few groans of jealously went up from the crowd. She grinned and turned towards the guy. "Ray, you didn't try making a move on my girl?" she asked warningly, her soft hands running up my arm and back.
He visibly paled. "No....course not," he stuttered, backing away and unconsciously moving his hands to cover his crotch area, "Just letting her know where you were."
She smiled. "That's good because I would hate to have to remind you again."
He took two steps back and then disappeared into the crowd.
I don't remember anything else about that night, really. Rachel was great, she accepted me instantly and I ended up spending the night hanging out with her and her posse all night. Details of the night though, I figured more of those out the morning after.
My head hurt when I woke. It wasn't pounding, only a dull ache, but still, as I slid out of my bed it felt like the ache in my head ran down through my mouth and to my chest. I opened my eyes slowly and shielded the sun from them with my hand, as I walked to the sink. Water. I needed water. I grabbed a chipped glass from one of the makeshift cupboards next to the sink. I had just turned to the sink when Scott walked through the door and mumbled what sounded like a hello as he glanced at me, then did a double take and froze.
His eyes roamed over my body then focused on my chest. I groaned and turned away shaking my head. I was still in my pajamas but it wasn't as if they really skimpy. A sports bra and boxer shorts and he was looking at me like I was wearing see-through underwear with a matching top. A fleeting memory of Rach in exactly that drifted across my mind and I couldn't blame Scott anymore. No wonder guys stared.
I took a drink of water and savored the feel on my dry and sore tongue. I could still feel Scott's incredulous gaze. He was really overreacting here. "What?" I snapped. The moment I spoke, the dull ache in my mouth became a sharp lance of pain.
Suddenly my hand flew to my mouth as I dashed to the mirror and stuck my tongue out. "Holy Shit" I squeaked then shut my mouth, wondering what exactly went on the night before.
"What?" Scott asked, looking a bit frazzled. I turned towards Scott and stuck out my tongue.
"Oh," he acknowledged, softly, "You got your tongue pierced."
I shook my head, then realized the bad choice there and froze, my hand instinctively landing on my forehead as I waited for the world around me to stop moving. I glanced at Scott pathetically. I was tired, hung over, my chest was on fire, and my tongue was pierced. "What did I do last night?" I asked pitifully, careful not to use my tongue too much.
"How should I know?" he shrugged, "You ran out saying something about getting out and doing something. I didn't even know you were back."
I groaned as I made my way to the bed. Scott moved next to me and put my arm around his shoulders and his arm around my waist, helping me. "Thanks," I smiled softly and then tried to maneuver myself to fall back onto the bed. Scott apparently wasn't ready for the shift because he ended up following me down and on top of me, his arm still around my waist and mine around his neck. My eyes opened and locked with his as we stayed frozen inches apart in that position for a moment before my chest felt like it was on fire. "Oww, Scott," I growled, pushing him away.
Shaking his head he mumbled an apology and pushed himself off of me. Before he was completely up I noticed his eyes linger on my chest again, "Oh my gosh, Scott," I snapped. "If you want to see them so bad I'll just show them to you."
"No," he answered, his eyes still on my chest. "Just wondering if you'd always had that." He lightly touched the skin below my right breast with his fingertips.
I looked where his hand had landed and my eyes almost popped out of my head; again I got up to look in the mirror. "What the hell did I do last night?" I cried upon seeing a fresh tattoo of a rather attractive girl that resembled Rachel who was wearing an unbuttoned button-up white shirt, sitting on a stool and gratifying herself sexually. "What the hell did she do to me?"
Scott sat on the bed. "I'm getting a bit curious about that myself."
I moved from in front of the mirror back to the bed and sat next to Scott, "I remember the party, and lots of dancing, and drinking and." I broke off as a small smirk touched the corners of my mouth. ".And?" Scott questioned.
I looked over at him, "And Rachel." Scott looked confused so I elaborated, "She saved me from some grease-ball guy that wanted to hook up with me. We ended up having a blast with each other."
"You came home with a pierced tongue and an erotic tattoo. This is a blast where you come from?" Scott shook his head.
I shrugged, "I don't remember either getting the tongue ring or the tattoo, but before that.I remember Rachel, and trust me, Sparky. " I smirked and licked my lips, "She's got my attitude and she tastes like cherries."
Scott blinked, "How.why.what?"
"Kissing, touching and sex." I added, "I remember those three things too."
Scott's mouth hung open, and I just nodded, "Rachel's quite a wild ride. Really a team player too. You'd like her." I nudged him slightly then went to go get more water.
Again, I could feel Scott's eyes on me, but instead of griping about it I went with it and added a satisfied swagger to my walk. Sure I was in hang- over city, with a tattoo and a pierced tongue, but I'd had a hell of a night that didn't consist of working on cars. That was good for me. I'd never really been one for girl on girl action, but throughout the day when the memories of what Rachel and I had done, more so what Rachel had done to me, I was willing to sign up and never look back. I'd had a lot of experiences with guys and all of them I had hated. But with Rachel, it was a whole world I didn't know. A whole world I didn't know but was more than willing to figure out.