Thanks to Retail: You guys are, like, so snazzy. xD Some of the reviews I got from the last chapter were HIGHlarious.
"Talking's for sissies." (Simi/edwardismyromeo)
"I would pay you, but you know, the recession." (Kiwi)
"I REVIEWED! AREN'T YOU SUPAPROUD?!?!?! I thought the last chapter was Elmo-worthy. I feel so BAD for Preston. It's like, "Whoops cheated on my girlfriend, and the girl I cheated with says 'we have to talk'. Today is just NOT my day. Gawd, I wish I was gay." You know? UPDATE SOON! OR...or...or...I'll...erm...I dunno. Okay, Agent M OUT." (the-ever-so-awesome Malli)
Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to Divi/Topaz (you better get over your sore throat so we can all watch the Superbowl with you.)
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Inspiration brought to you by: Boys Like Girls Learning to Fall, Vanessa Carlton/U2 Cover Where the Streets Have No Name (song used).
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Part IV: Shelter from the Poison Rain
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I want to feel, sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Preston had only two girlfriends before Macey. This fact was easily accepted thanks to his fetish for plastic watches with cartoon characters embedded on them ("Batman is beyond a cartoon character," he would argue.) and his peculiar obsession with American History. Both relationships had one thing in common - the girl had always broken it off. In a world of theories and truths, Preston had believed that everything in the world could be split into two categories - i.e. pen people and pencil people, sprite drinkers or coke drinkers, and, in this case, dumpers and dumpees. Sad to say that Preston was the latter. Even worse was that he acknowledged the fact.
So, when Liz had blurted those words (those four words that he wished could be taken out of the dictionary and be driven over by a car until they were completely annihilated), the catalyst had been that Preston's shoulders tensed and he stopped walking towards her, mid-stride.
"What?" The only thing he could think of saying at that moment.
"We need to talk." Her gaze was firm, forcing him to distort his eyes to anywhere but her face.
"Um. Yeah, I kind of figured." For a spy, his lying skills weren't up to par. He'd have to remedy that soon.
"Oh. You did?" Confusion was a cute look for her, he thought. No. Can't be thinking like this. She's about to break your heart, moron.
"Uh, yes."
"So, I guess you want to say something first?" Liz looked at him expectantly.
"Oh! Uh, no. It's ok."
"So, uhm. Last night… it was…" Liz had a hard time putting things into words.
Amazing? Great? The best sex you've ever had? Preston's mind had bubbled up various of responses. None of them were, however, used by Lizzie.
"Not good." She took a deep breath, clasping her hands together.
"Not good?" Preston but the side of his bottom lip.
"Oh! No! I mean, it was good, heck, it was great… but, you know. Not good." She was so cute when she was frazzled.
"So, it was good but not good?" Preston smiled. His hand suddenly twitched to touch her champagne colored hair.
"Oh, uhm." She looked anxiously at the carpet. Her eyes then slowly gazed to look at his face. "Yeah."
He was suddenly in front of her then. It was like he was Superman and he had super speed. She blinked once, scrunching her nose. She's just so damn cute. He cupped her face and leaned in, he couldn't help himself.
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She didn't know what happened next, but she did know that it was not good. But, even so, she didn't stop kissing him back, she didn't stop unbuttoning his shirt, she didn't stop from removing the comforter from the bed and throwing it on top of Preston and herself.
And then it was all wonderful again. It was like their own little world where you could see the daylight and the Eiffel Tower and those French guys with weird moustaches painting the scenery on the pebbled road. Their own little bubble where nothing, other than them seized to exist. It was just Preston, her and Paris. Perfection.
But even if Liz believed in fairy-tales and those princes that came riding in on white horses to whisk you away, she knew that she was the exception to that. After all, she was a spy. And, if it's one thing that spies are taught is that nothing is ever faultless. Nothing was perfect.
So Lizzie stopped living life according to a spy and took everything in the eye of just another southern girl having fun. And falling in love.
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It happened again. How could she have let it happen again? Liz was pacing back and forth in the hotel lobby bathroom. She'd locked the door so no other intruder would be able to access the toilets.
The sink turned on, she sat up on the counter top, listening to only the sound of the gushing water.
She couldn't keep doing this. She just couldn't be sleeping with Preston while he was with Macey. It was wrong. But she didn't know how to stop herself from falling in love with him when he was there, looking like that. Being that green Power Ranger that she always thought was adorable.
Without thinking, she flipped open her phone and hit the second speed dial number that she had programmed in.
"Hello?" The British accent coming from the voice was barely noticeable.
Then, not being able to keep it to herself anymore, she quickly stated, "I slept with Preston."
"What?!"
"Uh. Hey, Bex. This is Liz." She looked at the floor guiltily.
"No shit. Now tell me." Her voice was firm, but not accusing.
"Everything?" She questioned.
"From beginning to end, babe."
"So I bumped into him at this coffee shop…"
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"Dude!" Zachary Goode's voice contained nothing but excitement. "You finally got laid!"
"Zach! This is not time for the congrats-on-being-laid speech," Preston chastised. "And besides, I already did it with Macey."
"Yeah, right, man. Macey and you probably only have ABC sex."
"ABC sex?" Preston was almost afraid of the answer.
"Sex on anniversaries, birthdays, and Christmas," he explained.
"Uh… where did you –"
"Urban Dictionary."
"Because every male in the US over 20 visits that site on a daily basis," Preston muttered.
"Hey, at least I don't cheat on my girlfriend."
Preston flinched.
"Too soon?" Zach's voice was knowing.
"Kind of."
A minute later, "So?"
"…so what?"
"How is she in bed?"
"ZACH!"
"Oh, come on, man. Compared to McHenry who's way too uptight, that southern honey must let you have all the control."
"Zachary Goode, you will shut the hell up right now!"
"Oh, lookie here. Preston Winters getting his panties in a twist because he fucked another girl in bed." There was a pause. "But, seriously, man. Get over it. It was a one time thing. No biggie."
"Uh, it was kind of, a two time thing," he pointed out sheepishly.
"You and Liz are fuck buddies, now? Cheers, man. Your first –"
"Shut. Up. Zach. Me and Liz aren't… wait. How did you know what Macey's like in bed?"
Twenty-seven seconds later, Zach's voice spoke. "That's a good question! But, uh, the chief's calling me now. Gotta go, man. Have fun with Liz. Damn with those legs…" Preston heard a click, then sighed into the phone. Zach was certainly no help.
* * *
"Liz," The Londonite's voice was clear as the sky, "there's only one thing to do you know. Well, one right thing to do, at least."
Elizabeth sighed. "Yeah, I know. Break it off."
"Precisely."
"Do you think I should tell her?" Liz wondered in a small voice.
"Bloody hell! Of course not! Liz, I don't know if you know this or not, but Macey can be a real bitch when she wants to be." As an afterthought, "And if she starts a cat fight, I'd be the first one to record everything and post it on YouTube… no offense or anything, Liz."
Lizzie smiled sadly. "Yeah. Ok. I gotta go."
"No problem. Just remember, it can't happen again. Because if it does, you'll be in deep shit." And the dial tone buzzed in Elizabeth's ear.
Who's to say that I'm not in deep shit already?
The cities a flood
And our love it turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
We're trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
A/N: Finally. After weeks of procrastinating. It's done. ;) Kudos to Kas for editing.
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P.S - I actually e-mail alerted Urban Dictionary for my word-a-day newsletter, so I know terms like ABC sex.