Thanks for all the feedback, 'tis sexariffic.
I'm not happy with this part, but meh, what are you gonna do?
Again, the lyrics at the beginning are from the Linkin Park song "Faint".
Chapter 11b
So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got
The Next Day
I pop another Cheeto into my mouth as he plonks down next to me on the sofa, I offer him the bag and start my over-due talk. "Look Aiden, I know you've been dating Ashley for a while and we've never had this conversation, but, I think it's kind of important."
He takes the bag and gulps down a couple of the neon-orange snack, "Davies, just because I'm dating your sister, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you win when we play SmackDown vs. Raw."
"Pft, I could beat you with my hands tied behind my back, you fight like a girl, Dennison." He does, he really does, my mum could probably beat him.
"Whatever." He mutters rolling his eyes.
"Anyways, you're my buddy and all, but I swear to God, if you ever hurt Ashley, I will hunt you down and beat the crap out of you," he looks at me funny and starts to laugh at the threat, "I'm not kidding, you hurt my little sister and I will not be held responsible for my actions." She might be a pain in the butt, but if anyone hurts Ashley, then they've got Glen Davies to deal with.
"Okay." He says holding his hands up in mock defeat.
"Good, I just had to get that out there, you know… so, you wanna play some Dance Revolution?"
"Hell yeah!" Aiden's eyes light up as he breaks out into a huge grin, jumping off of the sofa.
I pause, standing in front of the tv, ready to set everything up, "You don't it's a gay game, do you?" I ask turning to face him.
"What? No! Pft, why'd you think that?" He rolls his eyes in my general direction, before his grin grows a little more, "Ooh, we should dance to Baby One More Time!"
Later On, Across Town
"Madison really, you've got a booty J-Lo would be jealous of and you can shake it like nobody's business, can't you just decide on what to wear, so we can get going?"
"Relax gurrl," she pauses to look at herself in the mirror, "I'm almost… you know what, I think I'm going to wear the green dress after all."
"The green dress," I let out an exasperated sigh as I glance at the clock near the door, "you mean the first thing you tried on, fifty-two minutes ago?"
"Relax chica, we've got plenty of time," I roll my eyes as she purses her lips in front of the mirror, donning her original choice of clothing, "before Glen and Aiden pick us up anyway."
"Ten minutes, Mad'."
"What's up with you Ashley, you've been acting weird for a couple of days?" she sits down next to me, fiddling with a pair of strappy stilettos.
"Nothing," I lie, just like always, "I just really wanna get drunk," like always. After all, what's a Friday night without underage drinking?
She eyes me suspiciously as the doorbell rings, "Whatever, go and let the boys in, Ash'."
I nod, knowing that she won't press me anymore about it, tonight at least, and make my way through the endless maze also known as casa de Duarte.
When I answer the door Aiden kisses me on the cheek and Glen makes a vomiting sound, "I don't need to see you feelin' up my little sis', Dennison."
"Pft, if you don't like it, don't look, Davies."
I roll my eyes at the two and push myself out of Aiden's embrace, "Madison is just coming, she's just…"
"Making herself look beautiful for me, right?" Glen asks, giving a toothy grin. He's grinning, but he still looks like he could whitey out from his nerves any second.
"Glen, can I put my stuff in your car?"
He dismissively waves his hands in the general direction of where he parked outside, "Sure, just put your crap on the backseat…"
"No! It's going in the boot."
"Whatever… whoa!" He trails off, his jaw going slack as Madison comes into view, her heels clicking on the wooden staircase.
"You know you can put your stuff in my car, babe." I silently cringe at the term of endearment as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, bringing my body close to his again.
I wriggle in his embrace a little, getting comfortable with his arms around me, and mutter something about it being easier and not forgetting.
Later On, Somewhere Else Across Town
I must be a glutton for punishment. The base is heavy, the bodies are sweaty and I'm growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. I've got to have a hidden sadomasochistic streak, otherwise why would I be here? Oh yeah, that's right, the answer is a five foot three brunette with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and she's just across the dance floor, making my heart palpitate every time I get a clear view of her.
Aiden is sitting on her left, pawing her as usual and she looks as uninterested as usual, and Madison is on her right, and from what it looks like she's here with Glen. Poor guy. I always liked Glen, and I think for the most part he liked me, but it was pretty easy to get on with all of the Davies clan. They are, or at least, were, just a really nice and easygoing family.
Something is bugging Ashley tonight, I can see it from all the way over here, she's much more fidgety than usual. Maybe I only noticed because I've had my eyes trained on her since I got here tonight, but something seems off, she keeps looking around, searching the club for something; for someone. If I wasn't in such a dark corner then I'm sure she would have spotted me by now, she's looked right past me more than twice this evening, which is scaring the crap out of me. I'm on her radar now; I have to be more careful. Which sucks for me, because I'm so used to just watching and following, knowing that I'd never get caught, I'm now going to have to train myself to stealth it up. My moves will make 007 jealous, that is of course, if I can get them right.
Fuck she's looking at me again. Well not at me, just as the dark part of the club that I'm frequenting, and it's unnerving as hell. Her eyes seem to rest on me and my heart rate picks up, oxygen getting caught in my throat as I hold my breath, terrified that she knows I'm here.
The jockstrap starts feeling her up, effectively drawing her attention away from me and my dark corner, and I'm up out of my seat and out of the door before anyone can blink.
I lean against the exterior of the club as I let out a shaky breath, my heart is still thundering in my ears and I feel like such a wimp. I push myself away from the wall and head home, in need of time to think.
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Even Later That Same Night
My teeth are brushed, my "pyjamas" are on and after just under five years, I've finally found the most comfortable spot in my bed – I could not be more comfortable if I tried and I'm mere seconds away from falling into a blissful slumber. That is until an urgent rapping at my front door forces me to get up, out of my comfy bed and trudge downstairs. My body is tired and upset that I dragged it away from imminent peace and rest, I have no idea who could be at the front door and if I was a different kind of person, I'm sure I'd let them know how much of a pain in the bottom they are, but sadly, I'm not.
I yawn, unlocking the door, and letting it open, jaw dropping when Ashley pushes past me and starts up the stairs. I blink once, then twice and then rub at my eyes for good measure, closing the door behind me; I Ashley's disappearing form up the stairs, confused as hell.
I reach the top of the stairs and she's nowhere to be found, I try calling out to her and get no reply. I peer around the dark landing, feeling like I'm in a cheesy horror movie, convinced that a serial killer is about to jump out at me, shrugging I head for the only room that Ashley would, logically, go to; my bedroom.
I stand outside, looking through my open doorway, squinting through the darkness, resigning myself to the fact I can't see a damn thing, I mutter out an obscenity and venture into my room, urging my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I'm about to call out her name again when I hear a faint giggling, but before I have time to register what's what, I feel myself being pushed backwards, thrust against the wall and her lips are burning onto my own.