Fix You
Argh, this chapter gave me some trouble. I couldn't figure out how to put it together until I finally realized I had to cut out some parts which sucks because it made the chapter shorter. I'll make it up to you folks somehow. As for the cut out parts, well I will now have to figure out where to put them. Not to worry though, I'll figure something out. *puts thinking cap on*
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~Chapter 14
"You are such a cheater" Helena laughed as she set foot into her apartment, Leon treading in behind her. "How am I a cheater?" he chuckled as he closed the door. The brunette chucked her keys onto the table by the entrance and turned back to the blond. "Don't act so coy. I know you bribed that little boy into helping you."
The male bent down to one knee to pet the eagerly excited puppy. "You're just angry you were caught." Helena gave a scoff and moved toward the male, delivering a light smack to his head. "Whatever."
Leon again chuckled as he watched her walk away. He straightened out and followed, carefully avoiding trampling the puppy that moved between his feet. "Come on Helena." He took the brunette's hands and pulled her close. "You weren't complaining when I bought you that ice cream cone." Gazing upon her, he smiled as he captured her waist.
A smiled pulled at the woman's lips, her hands on his muscular shoulders. "I can't remember the last time I had that much fun."
"Same here" the blond agreed as he twirled a strand of the female's damp hair around his finger. From the close proximity of the two bodies, comforting warmth traveled in between. Helena's eyes voyaged down the male's body, taking in the enticing view of the damp clothes clinging to his broad sculpted body.
Flushing, she stepped back and cleared her throat. "We should get out of these wet clothes. I think there's some spare clothes for you and I in Deborah's bedroom." She glanced toward the door of her sister's room.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Leon queried. Helena released a breath. "I have to start someday, why not now?" Swallowing the lump in her throat, she approached and hesitantly gripped the doorknob with shaking hands.
"Stay out of my life Helena!" The brunette grunted as Deborah roughly pushed past her. "Just leave me alone!" The door to the apartment then slammed shut and the younger brunette was gone.
Helena flinched at the memory, her entire body shaking. Giving a small weak whimper, the female stepped back, running into a hard chest. A hand was placed on her arm, squeezing gently. Feeling the sympathetic gaze from the male bore into her, the brunette released a breath. "I'm fine."
She once again gripped the knob and turned it, the door sliding open with a creak. Light shone into the room from the open blinds of the single window. The room was neither shabby nor luxurious. It was just a normal room furnished with the necessities of a college student. The walls, colored midnight blue, were filled with a litter of pictures of family and friends.
Helena groaned. "Deborah…" The room had been left exactly as the younger brunette had left it, a complete mess. Clothes, books, papers and other miscellaneous items covered most of the floor, bed, and just about every inch of the room.
With a sigh, Helena picked up a white blouse from the floor and plopped down onto the unmade bed, slouching forward. "She was such a slob. But what do you expect from a party girl." She looked around the room, memories filling her mind. The mattress sunk as Leon sat beside her, "You alright?"
Directing her eyes to the blouse in hand, the woman nodded. "Yeah…" The blond took her hand and squeezed it. "This is a big step for you." Helena nodded again. "I know. It would be so much harder if you weren't here." She offered a small warm smile which the male returned.
After a few moments, Helena stood and approached the large closet at the far end of the room. She took hold of the double doors and pulled them open, revealing a disarrayed closet, much like the bedroom. She shook her head and sighed. "Deborah…"
Her gaze drifted up to the top shelf and with a grunt she reached up, bringing down boxes and loads women's clothing. Noise clatter sounded. "I know Deborah kept the clothes of her ex-boyfriends' in here" she muttered. She released a cry of surprise as another box tumbled down, missing her by mere inches.
Leon moved and picked the box up. It appeared to be a gift on account of the beautiful white gift wrapping and pink ribbon. Helena's name was also written in the corner. "I think this is yours" the male spoke.
Helena turned to him, a pair of faded jeans and a grey V-neck shirt in hand. "See if these fit." The two exchanged items and small smiles. Clearing his throat, Leon turned and left the room.
The brunette turned to the box in her hands. Was this a gift? She sat on the bed, placing the box in her lap as she removed the ribbon and gift wrapping. Opening the flaps, her brow furrowed at the contents of the box. Inside was an electric blue two piece ensemble featuring a caged trim bandeau top and matching mini skirt.
Helena released a breath as she lifted the provocative clothing up into the air, holding it out before her. "The hell…?" She stood and glanced into the mirror of the dresser, lifting a brow as she examined the outfit over herself. "Mm… actually, it might not look that bad." Stripping out of her wet clothes, she slipped on the small tight top and skirt.
Upon looking into the mirror she frowned. "I stand corrected." The top and skirt hugged and outlined her breasts and derriere, parading the perkiness of her body. Her sculpted curvaceous midriff was showing entirely, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. "Just what the hell is this?"
Turning at a bark, Helena looked down to see Nanook inside the box, wagging his tail. A white sheet of paper caught her eye, leading to the woman picking up the puppy and paper. Setting the dog aside on the bed, she unfolded the paper and read in silence.
Helena,
I know things have been hard around here lately, especially between us. We never see eye to eye and that raises our stress level through the roof. On behalf of that I feel it necessary we have ourselves a girls night out. I know this outfit is something you would never be caught dead wearing but that's precisely the point. It's time for a change. It's time you get out and have some fun. And what better way to do that than a night out clubbing? This is my peace offering and you're going to take it because you have no choice. Looking forward to our girls' night out!
-Deborah
Helena sighed and clutched the letter to her chest. "Oh Deborah…" Fighting to keep her composure, she turned back to find, a newly changed Leon at the doorway looking as if he were losing his. His face was flushed, his eyes wide, gawking. Growing worried, the brunette stood. "Are you okay Leon? You're looking a little… disconcerted."
Leon took hold of the door frame to steady himself and cleared his throat, forcing his eyes away from the bodacious body before him. "I… uh…" he stammered. "I…" Had he suddenly forgotten the process of speaking? His brain could not form a single sentence.
Inconspicuously, his eyes drifted from the woman's face to her cleavage, where he allowed himself to linger a few mere seconds. His gaze then shifted to her voluptuous midriff and moved down to her toned legs. At this grandiose sight, the blond found he was groaning inwardly, his mind screaming at him to remain subtle and look away.
Deciding it was best to do so, Leon turned his head aside, refusing to look up for gazing more upon her would set loose an impetuous fire. At this action hurt coursed through the brunette. The blonde's refusal to lay anymore eyes upon her crumpled her spirits. Was she a ghastly sight? "Could you perhaps put some clothes on?" the male queried.
Feeling a frown pull at her lips, Helena nodded. "Sure." In silence she closed the door, forcing the blond back to avoid being hit. Once the click sounded, the brunette leaned against the door sighing deeply. Why had the actions of his reaction pained her? Did she appear grotesque? Thinking on that thought, the brunette had another question. Since when had one's opinion of her appearance left her in shambles?
This was unlike her. There was a time where she lived her life uncaring of other's opinion on her appearance and attire. Helena looked into the mirror. It was high time she start living in that manner again. Taking hold of a pair of jeans from the bed, the brunette slid them on after the removal of the skirt. The top shall remain and if the male outside did not like it, tough.
On the other side of the door, pray tell, stood a troubled conflicted man who was more than surely uncertain of what to do. Leon placed a hand against his forehead, frowning as though his head ached, albeit what ached was none other than an appendage down south.
The male felt hot, feverish. His mind was entering the gutter and his control seemed to be dissipating. His morality, fortunately, spoke clearly; he better gain control of himself. This was Helena after all. And that was precisely why he could not spend another moment here. Just remembering how sexy and grandeur the woman had looked was driving him over the edge.
Leon moved away from the door and stepped into the living room, blinking at the unexpected sight. "Ada."
Ada stood by the window, arms crossed at the chest. A smirk formed on her lips as she walked across the room with such grace and charisma. Stopping in front of the blond, the woman placed her glossy lips upon his. Flabbergasted, the blond pulled back. "What are you doing here?"
"Yes Ada, what are you doing here?" a voice spoke. Ada looked past the male who turned back to see Helena, handgun in hand.
Narrowing her eyes, the brunette aimed the gun firmly at the intruding female. The Asian beauty chuckled. "This is of no concern of yours."
Helena cocked the weapon. "If in the presence of my home, it is." Through the fiber of her being anger raged as she stared the woman down.
Ada remained blasé, unaffected by neither the gun nor the enraged woman. "My business is with Leon."
"Then your business should be held elsewhere. Now get the hell out."
"So belligerent."
Caught in the middle and feeling as if World War III would commence at any second, Leon moved to stand in between the two females. "Helena, just calm down and put the gun down." Helena scoffed. "I'm simply confronting a trespasser and defending my home. Now get out or I will shoot."
Ada gave a mirthless chuckle, "Quite the scrappy gal."
The brunette scowled deeply, glaring daggers. "Tell me Leon, how long has this charade between you two been going on?"
Leon grimaced. "What does it matter?"
"Answer me!" the woman demanded. She sure picked a hell of a time to return to her old self.
With a sigh the male replied. "15 years." Helena laughed lightly. "That long huh? Well it's pretty obvious she's no good for you. You've spent 15 years waiting for something that may never happen and it's gotten you nowhere. You've fooled yourself into thinking what you two have is real love, but it's not."
It was the Ada's turn to retort. "The only fool here is you." She gave her signature Cheshire smirk and cupped Leon's face, turning him to face her. "I'll be waiting for you." Placing one final kiss on the blonde's lips, the woman in red turned and sashayed away, as if professionally working the runway. Stepping on the windowsill, she fired off her grapple gun, jumped out and zipped away, disappearing from sight.
Awkward, uncomfortable, and unwanted tension danced through the atmosphere. With a sigh Helena dropped her gun onto the coffee table with a heavy thud. She shook her head. "She actually had the audacity to set foot into my home."
Leon moved and placed a hand on her shoulder, frowning as she jerked away. "Helena-"
"Please" she spoke. "Just get out." Not sparing the blond a glance, she left for her bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it.
Dun dun dun! What could Ada want? Keep tuning in to find out!