They were inside Remy's house before the next words were spoken. "Go change and get comfy. I'll get the first aid kit and some towels. Do you want to hangout down here, or go upstairs?" Allison ordered and asked.
"Let's hangout down here. I'm sure that Jo and Steve are gonna be coming over soon—especially after what I said to McBride…and I'm hungry." She called from halfway up the stairs, having already left to change into pajamas by the time Allison finished her question.
"Okay." She called from the kitchen, where she was rooting around for food for them. She had already gotten the first aide kit and wetted some towels. "Taquitos and burritos okay for food?" She yelled with her head still in the freezer as she rummaged around for anything else that the brunette could possibly want.
"Yes that's fine." Remy was in the kitchen with her already, and made Allison jump and turn around, forgetting about the food completely. "Sorry. I brought you some clothes if you want to change."
Allison smiled, "It's fine." She said as she plucked the clothes from Remy, "I'm gonna go change, then I'm gonna clean you up; just lay down on the counter…that'll probably be easiest." She replied as she moved to the bathroom.
"Okay." Remy laid herself out, and Allison came out a split second later. She went to work cleaning Remy's hands, face and neck…anywhere she saw anything red, swollen or already bruised. "Oooh, Ow."
Allison inhaled with her teeth clenched, "Sorry."
"It's fine; I guess my face is just kind of tender already." She looked up at the blonde.
Allison stopped what she was doing, and looked upside down into her eyes, "Thank you for coming to my rescue."
Remy put her now clean hand on Allison's face, "Anytime baby." If you let me, I'm always gonna be by your side…whenever you need me.
Allison smiled and finished cleaning up her girlfriend. "There, all clean…and swollen." She said gently touching her cheek.
"Do you think my nose is broken?" Remy asked as she sat up touching it. She started licking her bottom lip where it had split too.
Allison came around the corner and looked at it, "No, it's just a little swollen too. It will probably be bruised in the morning."
"Gee, you should be a doctor or something…" Remy smiled once more licking her bottom lip.
"Stop that." Allison raised a scolding brow at the brunette.
"What?" She looked at her inquisitively.
"Stop licking your lip. It'll just take longer to heal…" She reasoned, putting her hands on either side of Remy's body and stepping in between her legs.
"Nu uh." She looked down at Allison.
"Yes it will." Remy licked her lip again and sucked it into her mouth in challenge. "Fine don't believe me. It'll just be that much longer before you can do more than kiss me."
"What?" She stared at her.
"I'm not gonna make out with you when I know at some point I'll start to taste blood because your lip keeps splitting open." She raised her eyebrows in challenge. Remy didn't have a defense at hand, so she stuck her lip out, making a puppy dog face in surrender. Allison nodded, "Yeah, that's what I thought." She leaned in and kissed the cut bottom lip.
"Is it all better? Cause it sure feels better." Remy leaned in for another kiss.
It was at this moment that Joanna and Steve stalked into the house with a slam of the door. "Remy Beauregard Hadley! Get your ass in here!" Steve yelled, deathly serious.
Remy hopped from the counter and kissed Allison's forehead. She turned and started towards the living room, but the hand that clutched to hers made her stop. She turned back to Allison, who only looked at her like she wasn't going to let her face them alone.
"Now!" Joanna added in the same tone.
They walked in from the kitchen. Joanna's face scrunched with sympathy and almost a sense of loss when she looked at Remy's face. Remy didn't know what to do or say, so she just stood there.
"Well?" Steve asked, anger with a coating of commiseration in his voice, as he sat on the couch.
"Well what?" Remy asked, playing dumb.
"Well, what the hell happened tonight, baby girl?" Joanna asked sitting next to her husband.
"And don't tell us you tripped. We got a call from Principal McBride, and he said that Monday would determine expulsion, suspension or detention." Steve said as he leaned forward and put his hand on his knee with his elbow in the air, still completely serious.
"I…" She looked back at Allison as she took a couple more steps into the living room, making sure that it would be safe to tell them what she saw. "Allison needed me."
"Allison needed you." Steve repeated her vague statement. "What do you mean, Allison needed you?" He crossed he legs and leant back, putting his arm along the back of the couch.
"I—she was…and then…so I…" She didn't know how to start, let alone continue.
"I was in trouble." Allison said walking behind Remy and put her right hand on the taller girl's shoulder and intertwined her left hand with Remy's; she rested her chin on the brunette's other shoulder.
"How exactly were you in trouble, sweetie?" Joanna asked, crossing her legs, but instead of mimicking her husband completely, she leaned forward and put her chin in her hand.
"Well first House came up and started talking to me, saying God knows what about how I should be with him…in his own way of course. Then he showed me this picture that Stacy had taken of us earlier tonight and sent to him. I chewed him out and he walked away…" She sighed as she walked from behind Remy and sat on the coffee table in front of the adults, "I thought everything would be fine, but I still just wanted to leave so I gave her a look, letting her know." She waved behind her to Remy would pace then stand for a moment.
"But then Stacy came over." Remy's nostrils flared and fire burned in her eyes.
Allison took over again, "And that's when she was telling me that I was making a huge mistake by choosing Remy and that House was trying to get me back or something stupid. So…I turned the conversation around on her and basically said that she was so interested because she was still in love with him even though she dumped him for Mark…" She sighed and looked up at them as she took a breath to continue.
"This kid, House?" Allison looked at Steve for an actual question. "Is that his last name?"
"Yes." Was her simple answer.
"And you dated him?" He asked again.
"Yes." She scrunched her brows, wondering why he was so curious.
"And you call him by his last name?" Now he was the one with scrunched brows.
"I know. That's weird right? " Remy interrupted, "Glad I'm not the only one to think that."
"Well…I mean, I called him Greg and the generic relationship names when we dated…" Allison defended herself.
"When we talked about him that one day, you called him House…" Remy pointed out.
"Generally I would call him by his first name…not all the time." She corrected herself and rolled her eyes.
Joanna was more concerned with Remy's face and hands and she assumed everywhere else, "How did you get beat up, Sweet Pea?" She asked, needing to know the answer.
"Stacy slapped her…twice. And she was about to punch her, and buy then I had jumped of stage and ran over to them to try and stop it. But, when I saw her fist curl up, I couldn't help myself." She sat down next to Allison by this point.
"So all of this is from Stacy?" Steve asked incredulously.
"No." Remy looked at him like he was crazy. "House came in and started fighting for her…the jealous prick." She mumbled the last part under her breath.
"What was that?" Joanna asked.
"Nothing…" Remy looked up at her as innocently as a bruised and slightly bloodied face could look.
Steve gave the blonde a quizzical look, "What happened next?" Steve asked, leaning closer to his wife, but still against the back of the couch.
Remy stood back up and began pacing, "He basically told me that she was going to dump me sooner rather than later and all he'd have to do is look at her for her to come back to him…he said that it was only a matter of time before her curiosity's peeked and I'm yesterday's garbage. He said that the only way to prevent it was by keeping him away from her and that's why I told him to stay away." She then started her sarcastic rant, "Not because it's what she wants, and that it—being him hanging around her…it would more than likely cause more problems—generally, not with us—than anything else." She huffed as she finished.
"And how did you react?" Joanna asked, knowing the answer.
"I went fuckin' ape shit!" She shook her head, completely disappointed in herself. "I just…I couldn't have controlled myself if my life depended on it…which I think it does."
"Why do you say that?" Steve asked.
When Remy just stood there for a moment, not saying anything, Allison started, "She threatened him…"
"Threatened him how?" Steve and Jo both asked.
"She said that she'd kill him dead…" The adults looked at Remy with shock, "She was angry! It was irrational yes, but completely understandable…" Allison looked at them as they turned back to her, "Right?"
"Wrong." Steve started. "Principal McBride said that, if it was okay with us and the other parents, that he was going to take matters into his own hands and have a student run trial. The faculty that know all Remy, Stacy and House will be the judges."
"Wait that doesn't make sense…shouldn't the judging be impartial?" Remy asked coming back into the conversation.
"That's what I asked, and he said that the faculty that doesn't know you, knows of you and has only heard rumors…same for House..and I guess Stacy." Steve explained.
"Oh." Remy nodded and jutted her jaw out to the side.
"So, if I were you, I'd start working on my defense because I'm pretty sure that the trial, while student run, is going to be self represented." Steve said as he and Jo stood up.
"That's a violation of my sixth amendment rights!" Remy said.
"Bare in mind, if you know that off the top of your head, you're not going to need a lawyer dear…" Joanna said with raised brows.
"Yeah," Steve agreed, "How did you know that?"
"Law and Order…" She shrugged. They smirked and left, feeling a lot better now that they knew the situation…and her apparent extensive knowledge of her rights.
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Later that night, Allison and Remy had gone to bed, but sleep was coming to neither girl. So, they stayed up most of the night talking. They talked about what they were going to do at school on Monday, how they were going to deal with the stares. They talked about when they were going to tell Allison's parents—they decided that they needed to do that within the next day. They talked about how strong they thought their relationship was—mainly it was Allison ensuring a vulnerable, insecure Remy that she hadn't ever seen, that she wasn't going anywhere. They talked about being able make it through the trouble they'd gotten themselves into, and they finally fell asleep around four-thirty that Saturday morning telling each other that they loved each other.
They hadn't even been asleep 4 hours when Allison thought she heard something, "Rem!" Remy stirred, but was still asleep. "Remy, baby! Wake up!" Allison shook her.
"Mmm, what? Who? What? What?" She asked as she woke up trying to comprehend what was happening. Then she touched her bruised and swollen face, initially to get sleep out of her eyes, but the force she wiped her face with made fully alert. "What's wrong babe?"
"Do you hear something?" She lay on her back and looked up at Remy. It was weird because even though her face was about five different colors and had swelled a little more, she thought Remy was gorgeous.
Remy stared at her in disbelief, "You woke me up to ask me if I heard something?..." She let that question sink into the tired blonde's brain, "What's wrong with that sentence?"
"No, I'm serious! I think someone's downstairs!" She said in a worried tone.
"Not likely." Remy replied, "Jo and Steve usually call before they come down, or they call me up to the Mansion…either way there's a phone involved. It might be a gardener, storage shed is right behind the garage…" She leant down and kissed her cheek. "No one's gonna come up and see you naked if that's what you're worried about." She succeeded in getting Allison to laugh for her. "Go back to sleep."
"But if I go back to sleep, I can't do this." She kissed her. "Or this." She kissed her again and flipped them over.
"Well, maybe we should stay awake then…" Remy smiled.
"Mhmm." Allison nodded in the affirmative, and they kissed again, "Your lip is a lot better than it was…" She looked at the clock, "five hours ago."
Remy situated them so that she was resting her back against the head board and Allison was straddling her, "Does that mean I have make out privileges?"
Allison grinned down at her, "Mmm, maybe for a little bit," Laughed lightly, thinking about what she was going to say next as she touched Remy's lip with her thumb, "but we need to wait for you to heal completely before we really go at it." She pressed her body completely against Remy; the sheets covered their legs and Allison's lower back. But as for a barrier between them, there was none. They looked into each other's eyes and everything else disappeared; it was just them. They had total and complete privacy for this moment in time.
They were in the middle of a feverish kiss when the bedroom door opened, "AllisOh my God!" Allison's mom, Judy came in and turned around shocked at what she found. Needless to say, Allison pulled the covers to around their shoulders; she gave Superman a run for is money with the speed she moved.
Jo was right behind her, "I'm sorry!" She grabbed the door handle a couple times before she finally got it, and ushered Judy down the stairs. She looked at Emilynn in a way that told her that the woman just barged into the mansion and let herself in the house before she could stop her. When she actually took in their position she reacted, "Oh…my…" Then she looked at the two with a bit of a twinkle in her eye—forgetting that she was supposed to play parent to the girl—and grinned at Remy's 'get the fuck out of here' reaction. She shut the door and led the woman down the stairs.
Remy held Allison for a minute letting her freak out.
"Oh my God." Allison covered her face as she fell into the brunette's shoulder.
"It's okay." She rubbed her back.
"Oh my God!" The blonde looked up at the ceiling, and kept her mouth covered.
"It's okay." Remy replied once more, letting her hands slide to the girl's hips.
"Oh my God! Remy!" She tore from her and looked in her eyes. "My mom just walked in on us about to have sex!" She stood up and started pacing.
"I know." She was watching Allison like a crowd member at a tennis match.
"I can't believe this is happening!" She paused while she spoke and threw her arms in the air before she started pacing again.
"Really?..You can't?..." Remy scrunched her face—as best she could—pondering the girl's disbelief, "Allison, look at our luck!" Remy had to laugh; it was the only thing left she could do. "Look at my face!...We have a court date!...AT FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL! Of course your mom got my address and of course she walked in on us…Baby, don't you see? I'm bad luck…look at my life so far. You might as well get the hell out of dodge and break up with me now be—"
"Hey!" Allison interrupted her and walked back over to her bed. She took Remy's face and stared into her eyes. "Don't you dare think like that. I know I was scared before, but after last night—before the fight—I knew that I didn't care anymore. That I want you just like you want me…" She began to lightly trace the brunette's features. "I want to be with you..fully, publically…I'm not going to break up with you because you think it'll be more convenient for me. You're stuck with me because honestly, you're much too intriguing…and the intrigue seems to have no end."
"You want me because I intrigue you?" She asked clarifying.
"Well that, and you have a rockin' bod…" She kissed her nose.
"That's really the only reason you want me?" She asked again, almost sounding perturbed.
Allison raised her brow at the girl, deciphering why she was trying to pick a fight, "Why do you want me? In one word..why do you want me? Why do relationships last?" She was still holding Remy's face.
Remy opened her mouth to retort, but as she thought about her answer, which was love, but she knew that Allison was going to ask why people fall in love with their lovers…she hates it when Allison was so far beyond right she sounds wrong at first. She closed her mouth before she opened it again, "Intrigue…you're very intriguing. I'm intrigued by you."
Allison laughed throatily, "Hmmhmm, and I love you too." She had watched the debate in the brunette's eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking. She sighed heavily as she looked around, "We should probably go downstairs and deal with my mom's wrath…"
Remy pulled Allison closer and started rubbing her ass as she put her chin on her stomach, "You think so?" she asked sarcastically, but was completely serious at the same time.
"I know so…I mean, she's not gonna go away until we do…" She bent down and kissed her, then sighed, "Can I borrow some clothes?"
Remy sighed too, "Yeah." She squeezed the blonde's buttocks as she stood up and kissed her again before walking to her closet.
They walked downstairs, hand in hand. Remy, again, pulling her 'Jamie' look off; she wore her hat lower on her forehead…she didn't want to have her face be on display. Allison was in a pair of black pinstriped slack shorts with a purple studded belt and a t-shirt that Remy had made: It was black and had a picture of a grey hand gripping a yellow light bulb.
When they got into the living room, Judy stood up and started yelling. "Allison Marie Cameron you have a lot of explaining to do and I suggest you start right now!"
"Where do you want me to start?" Allison stayed away from her mother, and closer to Remy.
"How about the part where you'd been assigned detention instead of volunteering your time and go to the part where your boyfriend of two years got into a fight with the poor little misunderstood, disgusting, lesbian, rich girl that you had to share scenes with in that God forsaken musical! Then tell me about what I saw you doing upstairs with the same poor little misunderstood, lesbian, rich girl!"
Remy looked off to the side, her jaw hung open and her nostrils flared…what the hell did she ever do to this bitch?...you know aside from dating her child that just so happens to be the same gender.
"Hey!" Joanna started for the woman; she was about to go ape shit herself, but she was interrupted.
"Mom!" Allison yelled as she took a step forward, "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"I know enough! I was calling all over town when Mrs. House called me about the fight. She said that you left with that little bitch." She flung her arm to Remy as she spoke, "She was wondering if you were okay, and I didn't have an answer. I finally got someone at that damn school to give me this address." She looked behind her daughter to the girl in question, "You broke Greg's nose. And you made Stacy's cheek bleed, you little bitch."
"Good!" Remy said, taking a step forward and her hat off to reveal her bruised, bloodied and swollen face. "I'm glad! They fuckin' deserved it!"
Judy looked at Remy like she was a five year old that had dropped the f-bomb, not a young adult, "How dare you say that! Allison! How can you associate with someone that talks like that? That speaks as though she lives on the street! It's no wonder House defended himself and Stacy as he did! He said that he regretted hitting a girl, but I'm starting to wonder if he should."
Remy couldn't take it. Allison had said that she knew what she meant by crazy parent, but she didn't think her mom could possibly be this bad. "You want to know why I hit Stacy? Why I lost my cool with House?" Remy walked up to her with fire in her eyes. When Allison tried to stop her she interrupted her, "No, she needs to know what they did! The question is who she's gonna listen to." She turned back to Judy, "You want me or your daughter to tell you why I did what I did?"
"Well, why don't you tell me since you seem so eager." Judy crossed her arms and took a stance of defense.
"I'm in love with your daughter." Remy began, and Judy started to grit her teeth, "I'm so in love with her that I will throw myself into" She rolled her eyes as she said the next couple words, "unflattering situations and come out at the bad guy, just to make sure nothing can harm her. Your Greg. You know, your favorite of all of Allison's boyfriends, for God only knows why?" Remy started circling like a dog ready to fight.
"Yes I do, very good kid…a little troublesome at times, but he always does what he does because it's right." She replied.
What a fucking hypocrite…"Yeah? Well that 'very good kid' that you like so much cheated on your daughter throughout their relationship…with Stacy, that girl that's supposed to be her friend. The reason I lost it last night was because I was sick of having to watch her listen and talk to them; all those two did was bring her down. If they weren't making her feel like crap to her face, they were telling their friends—while she was in hearing distance—about their sexcapades. Last night, before I got to her, that bitch Stacy slapped her across the face…twice! She was going in for a punch, so I took matters into my hands. So tell me Judy! Tell me how good and great and wonderful dear Greg and Stacy are! Cause I'm having a hard time seeing it."
Judy just stared at Remy for a full minute. "You're lying."
"No, I don't lie. The one thing I pried myself on is telling the truth, or shutting my mouth because I can't lie."
"You're lying!" She yelled. She walked over to Allison, "She's lying isn't she?"
"Why would I be here if she was lying about what happened?" Allison asked.
"I can't believe this." She stared off into space.
Remy came over to the mother and daughter, "Well, believe it Judy." She took Allison's hand and squeezed it, "You need to talk to her. When you need me, just same my name." She walked back across the room to the window seat area.
"That could have been handled better, but you did great baby girl." Jo sat down next to Remy.
Remy grinned "Me? You were about to go ape shit! I'm talkin' fuckin' ape shit on her!" She chuckled lightly at Jo's reaction, then and leaned her head on her shoulder, "I know I could've handled it better. I was going to, but then she said what she said…"
"She doesn't know… If you want her to change her mind about you, she needs to know you. Yes, despite how it seems right now at this moment, she already likes you because you saved her daughter, but she doesn't like you because of the rumors that kids tell their parents. Rumors at school become truth in the parent circle…it's ridiculous."
Remy hugged her, "Thanks Jo." She looked up and found Allison staring at her. When Allison indicated for her to come to them, she turned back to Joanna, "Gotta go." Jo smiled and silently left the house so the three of them could talk.
Remy walked over and sat on the couch next to Allison. She took her hat that had landed there and put it back on, then wrapped her arm around Allison's body and kissed her hair behind her ear. Cameron squeezed the hand that wrapped around her and Remy's knee at the same time as she leaned into the brunette's kiss.
Mrs. Cameron watched their interaction with fascination. "Allison tells me that I need to get to know you. So…tell me about yourself."
"Well, long story short. My mom died when I was little, my dad became an alcoholic. After a few beatings I uh…emancipated myself?" She shook her head because that did not sound correct, "Got an emancipation, and declared myself my own guardian at fifteen. After a while I did become homeless, so that might have been where my mouth came from." She referred to Mrs. Cameron's tone after she dropped an F bomb, "But uh, I was playing a gig at a club and Jo saw me, and we reconnected. Jo's, my cousin..." She clarified, "Anyways, she took me home like I was a puppy or something, and the rest as they say, 'is history'."
Mrs. Cameron looked off to the side, she felt like a jackass to the infinite power, "I.." She coughed, "I'm so sorry..for what I said, and what I assumed."
Remy shrugged, "It's okay…people do it all the time. I'm surprised when people give me a chance and don't judge until they know me."
The conversation continued for two or three more hours. They talked about a lot of the same things Remy and Allison talked about before they fell asleep. Remy came to the conclusion that Mrs. Cameron was not a bad person at all, she was just flippin' shit because she couldn't find her kid, and when she did…she was about to fornicate…who wouldn't flip shit if that were to happen? She liked her a lot, and Mrs. Cameron seemed to like her too; she had even told her that she liked her more than House… Two points.
AN: Okay, here's this one. There's gonna be at least three more chapters, tell me if you're still liking it though, because I could wrap it up in a fast like manner, rather than continue for longer…