AN: I'm just crankin' out these chapter now, huh? Yes, the song in this chapter is a real song. When I bought it a few months ago, I knew I had to write this chapter. And this chapter doesn't have an M rating. So if any of my readers are a little younger, don't worry. Thanks to Crow-kun, Eris-chan, Animekitty-chan, and Calm-Water-chan for their reviews. And uber many thanks to my Jessica for pouncing on these chapters.
Chapter 12: It was only a kiss
Have I mentioned that I love dancing? Well, I do. And it's even better when the guy I'm dancing with actually knows how to do it. Most guys are too busy thinking, and thinking screws you up. All you have to do is listen to the music, and let your body do the work. Of course, you have to get over the fact you're dancing in public first.
Beetlejuice and I were currently taking a break. Well, I was talking a break. He was just sitting there. After all, I was the breather here.
"Come on, Kitty!"
"Dude, I just sat down. Besides, I'm dancing in heels." Sure I was now used to the heels (only took, like, three months), but after a few hours of constant movement, I needed to take five.
Then I noticed he was staring at me. "What?"
"Ya look really good in red."
"I know. I look good in green, too. But I like red better."
"Why?"
"It's my favorite color. Dark reds. Hell, I look good in dark colors. One time, I was dressed all in black, and these girls asked me if I was emo. I was like 'No, I just look good in black.' Then this other time, I was wearing a black blouse, red tank, and my dark blue jeans, and this guy said I looked good, and he asked me why I wanted to wear it. I was kinda upset at the time, so I told him the dark colors reflected my inner turmoil, and I just looked damn good doing it." Oh, right, this all started with a compliment. "I'm glad you like it, Kowai."
He smirked, and stood up. "Stay," he said, walking away.
"Yes, sir," I said with a lazy salute. Since my last kidnap, Beetlejuice tried not to leave me alone. But sitting here on the outside of the dance floor was safer than leaving me in the middle of the dancers. I fixed my black lace gloves, and smoothed out the front of my red dress as I waited for him to come back. I had no idea what he was doing. When he came back a few minutes later, he took my hand, and pulled me to the center of the dance floor.
"Kowai?"
"Just wait till the next song."
"Um, okay," I said. He stood behind me with his hands on my hips. This was new. Then the next song started.
Oh, no. Please, say he didn't.
Kylie give me
Kylie give me
He did.
Great. I'd be dirty dancing with Beetlejuice to "Kylie" by Akcent. Why did I tell him about this song?!
Baby, you're the one that melt my heart
I swear I'm not lying
Maybe tonight I'm gonna try my luck
I can see that you want me
I'm dreaming about you every night
Every night
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
Baby, take a minute check me out
I sit in the front row
Baby I'm the coolest guy in the crowd
I'm sure you have seen me
I'm dreaming about you every night
Every night
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
You drive me crazy
You slowly drive me crazy
Think about you baby
Can't get you out of my mind
I should be lucky
I should be so lucky
I should be lucky to sleep with you tonight
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
Kylie give me just a chance
Let's go out and dance
We can get into the groove
I can watch you move
Later you can sing to me
Like a shining star
But I rather do you on the backseat of my car
Kylie give me
Somehow, during the song, that space between us disappeared completely, both his arms where across my hips, and his head was down so I could feel his cool breath on the right side of my neck. My left arm was over his, and my right hand was up behind his neck.
Ooooookaaaaay, I wasn't used to this kind of proximity. But I kinda liked it! So unless he moved, I wasn't gonna.
Beetlejuice lightly kissed my neck before he jumped us back to the Roadhouse.
Remember when I said you shouldn't think while you're dancing? Well, I stopped thinking when he kissed me again. I knew there was something I didn't like about this situation, but the rest of me screamed at that part to shut up. The screaming part won when he playfully bit my shoulder followed by another featherlight kiss. And all thought processes stopped. How very cliché.
Since I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, I let Beej lead. Hey, it worked.
I let out a surprised squeak when he scooped me up and carried me to the couch. He kept his weight of me after he laid me down by leaving one foot on the floor, and his other knee between me and the back of the couch. I slid my arms around his neck and tangled my hands in his hair as his mouth moved against mine. My eyes were closed, of course. That was the only way to do this. Even I knew your eyes weren't supposed to be open. I felt his hand slide up the outside of my leg, and up under my dress.
And "rational" thinking returned. He's in love with Lydia!
My eyes snapped open as I realized I was about to be labeled "the other woman" and shoved against his chest. As soon as I could, I slipped out from under him, and almost ran to the bedroom. I slammed the door behind me, and slid down to the floor. After a few moments to let my heart rate go down a little, I crawled to the nightstand, and pulled down the picture frame. I had never seen the picture because Beej kept it picture side down.
I ran my fingers lightly over the glass protecting the photo. A black haired, pale girl with chocolate brown eyes smiled back at me. Whatever she was wearing, it was red and had little black lines on it. This had to be Lydia. Who else would he have a picture of?
I could have really screwed things up.
~*~*~*~*
Hours turned into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Summer came and went, and we were well into fall.
Kowai and I still did the same things as before, but there was a distance now. No more glomps, kisses on the cheek, and hugs were very few and far between.
I had put up yet another wall.
I had identified that hurt inside of me. I was in love with Beetlejuice.
And he wasn't mine to have.
AN: I make sad face. You make sad face as well? Only four more chappies left. Then we has a sequel. That I will try to make as long as this one. Oh, and the next one is from Beej's POV. Kitty's gonna kinda be unconscious for a bit.