Rating: R!! I'm serious. In no way do I advocate or encourage underage drinking. Or clubbing on a school night.
A/N: This one is in Narrative form by Spencer no entries for her today!!
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Chapter 11: Don't Stress, Girl You Deserve the Nothing but the Best
"SPENCER!!!! Are you ready yet?" Taylor whined from outside of the bathroom door. I looked in the mirror brushing a few pieces of straight blonde hair away from my perfectly lined lips. Flawlessness was always key for me when I went out with Taylor, because god knows that she would bitch me out if my makeup wasn't perfect.
"Bitch. Please. I've been ready." I answered opening the door and giving her a nice pout. Taylor didn't try to hide the fact that her eyes were roaming my body as I stepped out into plain view.
"Okay you pass. You don't look cuter than me," Taylor said with a wink grabbing my hand and dragging me out into the living room. My skirt was pretty short, even for me but it was club night and that was my only excuse. Patrick was in the kitchen making a sandwich and his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me.
"Woah."
"I know I look hot right?" Taylor said grinning at him, winking at me. I rolled my eyes giving my best friend's hand a squeeze before I let go.
"Does Aiden know you're going out like that?" Patrick asked skeptically, the tips of his ears burning red. He struggled to keep his eyes on mine but occasionally his gaze dropped down to my bare legs. I stayed in fairly good shape, dancing on the step team and my legs were tan and toned. So I couldn't really blame him for staring.
"Aiden's my mother now?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.
"No. Spencer you look," he paused searching for the word. "So much hotter than Tay."
"Oh please, it doesn't get any better than this baby. Spencer is only a less hot version of me. Let me have half of your sandwich please Patricia."
"We need to go Taylor." I said checking my watch. It was 11:30 already and if we didn't leave soon we would have to wait to get inside. She had started tickling Patrick, who had a laugh like a Tickle-Me-Elmo, in order to get his sandwich but he was holding it above her head. If I didn't know any better and if Taylor wasn't so gay, they would make a great couple. She squealed as a tomato dropped on her head and ricocheted onto the floor. "Taylor focus! If we go now, I'll dance with you for a while and make you look good."
She didn't needmuch convincing, and stuck her tongue out at Patrick who grinned at her through a mouthful of provolone and turkey. I managed to drag her out the door and into the car. According to Cher's dad, it only takes twenty minutes to get anywhere in LA. He's wrong. It took us about forty minutes to melt through the traffic on the freeway and we arrived a little past midnight. I could hear the music thumping and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. Dancing was always fun for me, even on school nights like tonight. Of course, Taylor and I would probably skip first and second tomorrow in order to recover. The whistles started as soon as I hopped out of my Mustang and strolled up arm in arm with Taylor. H2O was one of the most popular gay clubs in LA and the line was wrapped around the building. I silently prayed that we knew the bouncer and was relieved to see that it was Aaron, Aiden's older brother.
"Hey Aaron!" I called out waving. The tall dark haired boy looked at me and smiled warmly. "Are we on the list tonight?"
"Baby-girl, when I'm working the door you're always on the list!" Did I mention that Aiden's brother was totally gay? I know, my life is like one big rainbow. He graduated two years and he was the one reason the step team even gave me a chance. Aiden said that he's been pretty lucky finding work as a dancer in LA and he makes great money working H2O at night. "Come on in. It's getting hot in there already!"
"Thanks babe!" Taylor said kissing him on both cheeks and pulling me into the dimly lit warehouse behind her. The lighting was made up of fluorescent pink, blue and green spotlights that spun around the smoky room. Occasionally the strobe would go off, making everyone look like they were moving in slow motion. Strobe lights in clubs always make me nervous; I always think that it's going to end up like Blade, where the blood sprays down on everyone.
The warehouse was made up of two rooms. There was a main room that had two levels, the upper level provided a few poles for people to dance on and a bar, and stairs led down to the second level which was used solely as a dance floor. It was packed already, the bodies moving together on the floor. I couldn't wait to get down there.
Occasionally, Taylor and I could manage to get a peek at the second room if we were sneaky. The second room was H2O's VIP lounge and that's where the celebrities headed when they came in. Once, I thought I saw Ellen Page but it turned out to be Natalie Portman. I could feel Taylor tugging on my hand impatiently as I headed to the bar but she calmed down as soon as I split the crowd in front of the bar.
"Can I get two vodka cranberry and two shots of tequila?" I asked the bartender behind the counter. The crowd was staring at Taylor and I, some looked a little angry at our cutting but a more than a few were checking us out. I was used to owning clubs when I walked in, confidence just draws the people like moths to a flame.
"Sure baby," the bartender said winking at Taylor. I felt Taylor stiffen beside me and laughed a bit inside. The girl behind the bar had short spiky hair and was a little on the pudgy side. The exact opposite of Taylor's type. We took our drinks and shots as Taylor reached for her wallet. "It's on the house."
"Thank you!" I said grinning at Taylor, who gripped my hand almost painfully hard. She took her shot straight up and I followed suit, grimacing at the burning trail the alcohol left in my throat. I quickly downed my mixed drink as she did the same and nodded out to the dance floor. "You wanna dance?"
"Yes please, god that bartender looked like a shorter fatter version of Patrick." I laughed as I grabbed hold of Taylor's hand. She led the way down the stairs and pulled me to the middle of the floor. Dancing was always something that had come natural to me as a child and the moment the bass started vibrating in my chest I took charge. Turning my friend to face me I put my hands on her hips drawing her body closer to my own. Usually when we danced together Taylor and I stayed about six inches away from each other but tonight, after everything that had happened that day, I pulled her against my lean body. The look on her face was priceless.
"What are you doin?" She asked an edge of nervousness creeping into her voice. Her bright blue eyes were wide in surprise.
"Making you look good," I said into her ear. Hearing her suck in her breath, I grinned and put my hand on her stomach running my thumb across the inch of bare skin right above her jeans. I kept our hips moving in a circular motion, occasionally dropping down a bit and then rolling back to where our hip bones met. She met me, move for move and my heart rate increased at the thought of what I was doing. Was I actually flirting with my best friend? I didn't even like her that way, did I?
"Is that all you're doing?" She asked her eyebrows rising and a hint of concern flashing across her blue eyes. Or was that just the strobe light?
"Don't worry about it," I answered nipping at her ear lobe and giving her a wink. Taylor shook her head and her hair fell around her eyes. She smelled so good, just like fresh peeled oranges. I spun her around pushing my body against her back. My left arm was right under her breastbone and she relaxed into my body after a second. Guilt flooded my chest as I drug my right hand down the front of her thigh. Any feelings of remorse were chased away by the feel of her hands on top of my own, gripping tightly and as the pace of the song quickened so did the rhythm of our "sister slut dance".
"Spencer what the…" Taylor began as my lips grazed the curve of her neck that led to her shoulder.
"Don't act like you don't like it Kline." I growled as she pushed away from my body and faced me with her arms crossed across her chest.
"Spencer I came here to pick up chicks," Taylor said into my ear. "Not you. You've made it abundantly clear so many times that I'm not what you want, so stop trying to lead me on."
"Maybe you are what I want tonight Kline, did you ever think of that?" I asked blowing my bangs out of my face. "Just don't think about it right now, I'm not. Let's just have fun."
"No Spencer, you don't understand. When someone dances like that with me, it means they want me. That they want more than just cuddling at night and denying it in the morning. If you're ready for something more then I'm not going to stop you but I will not be a point you prove to yourself or your mother."
"Fine. I'm leaving. You can get a ride with Aaron." I said with disappointment creeping into my stomach. It wasn't that I was into Taylor but I was not used to rejection. The DJ flipped the song to a new Enrique song and I rolled my eyes at Taylor. "You should just ask me to stay."
"Why?" She asked rubbing her fingers on the tips of my hair, tugging me closer. I swallowed the lump in my throat and put my hands on her hips, threading my thumbs through her belt loops. Her face was close to mine, her long eyelashes hiding the questioning crystal blue eyes.
"Because I love this song," I answered placing a line of kisses at the base of her neck. Her hands found mine, and I pushed them above her head as we continued to dance. This time, we fought for dominance, but I was a better dancer and eventually I won out. I held her hands tightly behind her back now as I let my body slide against hers. Maybe it was the alcohol taking effect, but I felt a burn in the pit of my stomach begin.
"God Spencer, what in the hell was in that shot?" Taylor murmured as my lips found her burning skin again. It was hot on the floor and we were both starting to glisten with sweat, her skin was salty and I couldn't stop myself from tasting her smoldering flesh again. I began to wonder what in the hell was in the shot myself. Releasing her hands, I ran my fingers under her shirt feeling the muscles contract in her back with every movement she made. I felt her hands slip into my back pockets and was surprised at the feeling that overtook me. "Spencer, seriously woah hey. Watch your hands!"
"God Taylor just shut up already." I whispered into her ear. I saw the goose bumps rise on her skin and traced over them with my fingertips like a blind woman finding brail for the first time.
"No Spencer Carlin you're going to blue ball me if you aren't careful. Don't do anything you're going to regret in the morning." I ignored her and continued my fingertip exploration of her body, pleased to hear her suck in her breath when I dipped my finger below the waist band of her jeans. I ran my index finger along the bare skin of her hip bone and grinned mischievously. Suddenly I was hit with a wave of dizziness, and Taylor steadied me against her body. "Spencer, I think you've had too much to drink."
"I'm okay Taylor, really," I stumbled a bit against her and she caught me again shaking her head.
"No you aren't, let's go home. We can come back soon." She led me by the hand off of the dance floor and suddenly I was wracked with another moment of dizziness. The room spun around me quickly and gripped Taylor's hand a bit harder. "Hang on sweetie. AARON!!!!!"
"Hey ladies," a cool smooth voice said from behind me. I struggled to keep my eyes open and stared up at the bartender from before. She looked right at me and grinned. "Do you mind if I dance with your friend for a minute?"
"At this point, she probably doesn't mind but I do! I don't like you and she's not feeling well. Someone probably jacked her drink. Do you know anything about that?" Taylor asked angrily.
"Whoops, sorry it's only meant to lighten you up. She must have taken your shot." The stocky little bartender said. A larger shadow was cast over her face and I found myself being lifted off of the floor.
"Cmon Spence, let's get you home."
It was near 2 AM when we finally got back to the house. Aaron had driven my car home since Taylor and I had both been drinking. Thankfully, my mother and Ben were gone; they must have been working late at the hospital. Kyla's car was still gone, so I assumed that she was staying the night with Urkel. Taylor nearly had to carry me through the door and I tossed my purse onto the chair in the dining room.
"Cmon baby leannnnnnnn like a cholllo," I slurred out trying to lean to my right but someone must have shaken the world like a snow globe because I nearly fell over.
"Okay my little gangster, let's get you upstairs and into bed. God, you're going to hate me in the morning."
"How could I everrr haaaaate you? You're sooooo hottt," I tried to speak clearly but it felt like there was a large bullfrog playing in an inflatable jumper on my tongue. Taylor just laughed and put me on my hands and knees at the base of the stairs.
"Okay Spencer, let's crawl." I followed her lead and felt the carpeted stairs under my hands as I climbed one stair at a time. The dizziness started to ease from my head; I think it was because I was closer to the ground and had less room to fall. It felt like it took hours to get up the stairs and sometimes the carpet tickled, which made me laugh. "Spencer get up girl, your room is right here."
"Mmmmkaaaaay," I said giving the blonde a crooked smile. Flipping onto my back, I used my feet to push myself into my room. I saw my laptop open where I'd left it earlier and saw Taylor standing over me with her hands held out.
"Careful, not too fast."
"Mmmkay." I slurred yet again as she helped pull my leaden body off of the floor. The first thing I noticed was the dizziness returning and the second thing I noticed was that as I lost my balance I tumbled into the blondes arms. She held onto me for a moment and I could smell that spicy orange scent again. Her heart thumped against my chest and I stole a furtive glance at her eyes.
"Spencer, let's get you into some PJs." She said gently pushing me away and opening my drawer. Taylor had stayed enough unplanned nights in my room to know where my clothes were if she needed them. In our little world, she was like the Pacey to my Dawson. Her family situation wasn't always the best and my home was always open to her. She handed me a pair of worn green boxer shorts and unbuttoned my skirt for me when my fingers proved too clumsy to navigate the clasps. For a moment, it seemed as if her hands lingered at my hips before she slid the small jean skirt down to my ankles. "Step in and hold onto my shoulders so you don't fall."
"Okay." I placed my unsteady hands on her shoulders and stepped into the shorts, trying not to notice the way the backs of her fingers brushed my thighs as she brought the shorts up to rest below my hip bones. I swallowed thickly, feeling the burning in my stomach begin again. "Ttttaylor?"
"Yeah?" She answered as she pulled my top over my head and threw it in the corner. I stood there in my bra and tilted my head to the side, wondering if my hair looked okay. "Black or gray wifebeater?"
"You choooose," I said sitting on the edge of my bed putting my already throbbing head into my hands. She returned, pulling a black tank top over my head and sliding it down to cover my bare stomach. This time I didn't imagine her hands lingering on my skin. My breathing started to come faster as her hands caressed the fiery skin of my stomach. "Taylor- I – I wannnt to kisssss you."
She looked surprised and immediately withdrew her hands. I blinked a few times before realizing that she was still kneeling in front of me with her hands twisting themselves into knots on her lap. Swallowing the dizziness that was threatening to overcome my body, I reached out and placed my right hand on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut and a tiny puff of air escaped her lips. I felt her jaw muscles clench under my hand and when those blue eyes found mine again, I could see the struggle within. A hand met mine and she closed her eyes again for a moment. With her hand covering my own, I felt her thumb brush my knuckles and felt her slowly slide my hand away from her face. "God that feels so good, but we can't Spencer. Not like this, I won't let you."
"Whhhhyyyy?" I whined out flopping back onto my bed grimacing as my head bounced a bit. "I wannnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sexxxxxxxx yooooou uppp!"
"Oh I bet you do," Taylor chuckled as she leaned over and put her hands under my arms trying to scoot me up to the pillows. Her knee accidentally brushed in between my legs as she struggled and a gasp escaped my lips. She looked down in alarm. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
"Din't hurt," I said leaning back against my pillows and staring at her as she straddled my body. "Doncha want to?"
"Oh yes," Taylor answered with a look that could only be described as torn. "But I can't take advantage of you like this, no matter how much I want you. I want you when you're you. When you're being OCD and stubborn, when you tell me that I could be a much better person. I want that Spencer."
"S'nice." I said as she began to change into a pair of my old boxers and a white tank top. Before she climbed under the covers she moved a tall trashcan next to my side of the bed 'just in case'. "Goodnnnnnight Tayyyyylor."
"Goodnight Spencer." She said wrapping her arms around my waist and scooting close to me. Just before I drifted off, I felt a soft kiss on my temple and grinned in spite of my inebriation. I was almost positive that I had a crush on my best friend.