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So here I sit – in between Carlos and Logan in a plastic lawn chair, slowly sipping on a baby pink smoothie that Kendall insisted on buying me – it tasted slightly like a mix of strawberries and lemons, but not like strawberry lemonade – either way it was delicious. It sent a chill of coldness rushing down my throat, freezing my body from the inside out and giving me silent chills, until a dull throbbing set in, near the back of my head and I nearly dropped the smoothie grabbing my temples and groaning. A collective cheer and laugh rang out around me, "Brain freeze!" I waited for the headache to pass before looking up and staring at the laughing boys around me.
"What the hell is a brain freeze?" I asked, remembering their cheering moments earlier, and their laughter and cheers instantly stopped.
"Y-you don't know what a brain freeze is?" Carlos asked, very slowly, as if I didn't understand them when they said brain freeze.
"No? What is it?" I asked again, picking my feet up and off of the ground, folding them underneath my legs so I was sitting cross –legged on the chair, getting more comfortable as I tugged my short sleeve shirt back onto my shoulders; making sure to cover my (one of many) bruises completely.
No one seemed to move as they all stared at me like I was from another planet and had purple skin and 8 eyes on my face. A sudden clearing of a throat snapped them (and myself) from our trance, to look towards the sound – Logan. "A brain freeze is the sudden burst of coldness that rushes to your head, causing a brief, harmless but annoying as hell, headache that is caused when you drink or eat something cold too quickly. You really didn't know that?"
"Nope," I answered in all sincerity. "I never really had smoothies or ice cream or anything like that back home. My dad's a health nut, and it was always freezing, so what was the actual point in making my insides freeze as much as my outer body was?"
"Touché." James stifled a laugh, nodding at me with his head, taking a sip of his baby blue smoothie before shuddering and rolling his shoulders back, looking at the cup in his hand. "Damn I love these smoothies."
I giggled slightly, before my phone started buzzing on the tabletop, and I immediately reached down to answer it.
Dad. Fuck.
"Hello?" My voice cracked, fearing what was going to follow.
"Did you finish unpacking our things?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"Is there anything you needed?"
"Was that sass?"
"N-no dad I just-"
"Save it, kid." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You are so fucking lucky your mother and I aren't there right now." His tone was laced with malice that made the bruises on my back, shoulders and sides throb, and I visibly shuddered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"Shut up. You worthless little bitch. We aren't coming home tonight." I barely heard the rest of his sentences, because it was more or less a threat, I'm sure, but all I knew is that I had a free night, and I let out a slow sigh. "Got it?"
"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Unfortunately." And with that he hung up.
I let the end tone buzzing fill my ears and I looked around at the faces of the guys, so I smiled. "I love you too daddy. Okay, tell grandma I say hi. Bye." Then I hung up the phone and placed it face down on the table, relaxing back into the chair, hoping that by the last looks on the boys' faces meant they weren't going to ask questions.
"Was that your dad?" I looked over at Carlos, who was leaning towards me with his elbows on the table.
"Yep. Who wants to go to the beach?" I grinned and jumped out of my chair, nicking my side with the arm rest and quickly bit my lip and curled my toes to keep from making any noise as I looked down at the rest of the guys, trying to make my pain seem non-existent, which I apparently did a good job of because James jumped up immediately, followed by Kendall and Carlos, and finally Logan.
"We're in." They said simultaneously, sharing a smile with each other and then with me.
"Great!" I smiled back and grabbed my phone off the table, sliding it into my back pocket and sliding my blue ray-bans over my eyes as I turned and looked at the guys, grabbing their stuff and hurrying after me. "Anyone want a piggy back ride?" I folded my arms across my chest and although they all towered over me in height, I tried to look intimidating.
"Sure, hop on." James remarked, rushing ahead of me and then crouching for me to get on his back, to which I just laughed, before he stood up straight and gave me an odd look, before I calmed myself and looked back at Kendall, Logan and Carlos. Who would be most willing?
"Carlos – what do you weigh? Like, 160- 170?"
"Yeah..?" He scrunched his eyes in confusion before he realized. "No, Darcy, there's no way that you can give me a piggy back ride – I'll… I'll crush you!"
Again, I just laughed. "Hop on, you'll see." I turned my back to him and crouched down, before I head his voice near my ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, Car! Hop on."
"Car?" He questioned.
"Don't question the awkward nicknames I'm gonna give you guys the first day here and get on my back."
"Okay…" He stuttered a bit before I felt a large weight on my back and my arms wrapped to my sides to hold his legs, as his hands gripped my shoulders. I tried not to groan in pain, because he was dangerously close to the bruise on my shoulder and his heels were hitting my sides, but it just came out as a strangled cough, and then I grinned and bared it and started walking like I had a 10 ounce backpack on my back and not a Carlos.
"How… What… Darcy?" Carlos just stammered from my back, shocked.
"I play about every sport you can imagine." I shot back, before stopping and kicking off my flip flops and turning around to look at the other 3. "Can one of you carry those for me? Thanks babes." I winked before turning on my heels again and walking faster with Carlos, until the beach was in sight and I broke out running. I felt the hot sand pricking my legs as it shot up around me from running, and the heat of it slowly burning my feet so I made my way to the ocean even faster. We finally reached the ocean, and I spun around, dropping Carlos on his butt in the water. He just stared at me dumbfoundedly, before blinking and reaching his hand out for me to help him up, but he just pulled me down into the water with him, laughing.
"Carlos! My phone! Shit." I laughed loudly as I fumbled with my phone in my pocket, grabbing it and holding it above my head as I made my way closer to shore where I could see Kendall, James and Logan flagging us down.
"Car!" I yelled, before turning around and having my face smack right into his chest – which just made me laugh harder. "My nose."
"Oh, you're fine." He lightly punched my shoulder and I inhaled sharply but quickly laughed it off and wrapped an arm around his waist, as we made our way to the guys together.
"Well you two seem… cozy." James winked.
"No. Car is going to be majorly friend zoned if he thinks that this," I gestured to him and I with our arms around each other, "Is anymore than friendship."
"Damn Darce, brutally honest much?" Kendall chuckled, slinging a towel over his shoulder and slapping James on the shoulder.
"That's me! Brutally honest, gorgeous, and good at everything." I grinned and shot them a look that even I couldn't read.
"Seems like it." Kendall remarked, apparently before realizing what he said because he quickly cleared his throat to hide a small blush creeping over his cheeks and changing the subject. "So, we were gonna go to ours, Carlos, you in?"
"Yeah I am."
"Ours?" I questioned, looking up at Kendall.
"Yeah, we have 'our' kind of island thing out here. Wanna come?" He asked, directing his attention down at me and reaching out to hand me my black flip flops, which I had forgotten about kicking off in the lobby. I grabbed then and let them fall into the sand before sliding them onto my feet and looking back up at him.
"Hell yes I do!" I grinned again and let out a laugh, adjusting my arm around Carlos.
"Cool, lets go!" James matched my grin and tightened the grip he had on his towel over his shoulder and started walking towards the pier on ,my left side. I shrugged my shoulders and started following him and Logan, while Kendall stayed behind a bit.
"Let's go Kenny-doll!" I laughed and stopped walking, opening my arm that wasn't around Carlos to him, and he put on a cheeky smile, stepping into my arm and sliding his around my shoulders lightly. I looked up at him and smiled before using the ball of my foot to kick him in the butt before biting my lip and winking.
"You… I don't understand you Darce." He laughed and adjusted his grip on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him and farther from Carlos.
"Carlos!" A distant yell called, and I looked away from Kendall to feel and see Carlos pulling his arm from around my shoulder and take off running to James who was beckoning him, clearly 20 feet away and struggling with the boat.
I turned my attention back to Kendall and just laughed. "Are they always like this?"
"Around a new girl? Yes." He just smiled back at me and I let my hand drop slightly so it was resting at the waistline of his board shorts that I could feel from the slightest touch, and in a weird way that made me blush. He noticed and tightened his grip on my shoulder again, this time directly on my bruise and it caught me by surprise and I inhaled sharply in pain.
He let go of me like he had touched hot metal. "Darce! I'm sorry, what… ah, what happened?"
"Kendall, you're fine!" I rolled my shoulders. "Just a… volleyball bruise." I shrugged and tried to put my arm back around him, but he stopped me.
"Show me."
"What?" I stopped walking too and looked at him with scrunched eyebrows.
"I've seen you since you got here, Darce. You've been flinching and always looking like you're in pain and always trying to cover it up when you are in pain, no matter how good of an actress you think you are, I see right through you. So, show me this volleyball bruise."
I sighed and rolled my shoulders back, cracking them before lifting my shirt over my head and holding it in my hand, turning so that Kendall had a clear look at the bruise on my shoulder, but not the rest of them because of my tank top.
"Shit, Darce that looks like a cut. What did you do?" He gently took my arm in his hands and moved my hair out of the way, which sent shivers down my spine.
"I- I… uh… I hit the ball and tripped over another girl and fell into the… uh… basket with the other volleyballs in them."
"You're a terrible liar." He breathed, still looking at my shoulder. "Tell me."
"I'm not… lying."
Kendall moved so he was standing behind me, gently running his hand up and down my arm and his breath was on my neck, "are you sure?"
"N-no…" I stuttered, biting my lip and trying to keep my composure.
"Tell me, Darcy." The way my name rolled off his lips made my knees go week and then he pressed his lips to the base of my neck and I let out a soft moan as I curled my toes deep into the sand and strained my muscles.
"I did." It came out as a whisper, and we both knew that he was slowly taking control over me.
"I don't believe you." He placed another kiss higher up my neck.
"I'm n-not… lying."
Another kiss, higher up my neck.
I tilted my head to the side so he had better access to my neck as another groan escaped my lips.
Another kiss, at the base of my jaw.
All the while he kept moving my hair out of the way so it was nearly all to one side.
Another kiss, my cheek, near the corners of my lips.
I inhaled and tried to turn around but his arms stopped me, holding my arms tightly – but not tightly enough to leave bruises and whispered, "no," in my ear.
I whimpered against his grasp but could do nothing as me trailed his kisses back to my cheek and down my neck to my shoulder. "I can stop." He blew on the back of my neck and chills ran down my spine again.
"D-don't." I managed to mutter out between half closed lips. "Just let… let go." I struggled my shoulders against him and he loosened his grip just enough that I could turn around and press my lips to his and throw my arms around his neck, nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth, and letting my fingers get tangled up in his hair. A groan escaped his lips and his hands moved to my sides and gripped tightly for a moment before I reeled back in pain and he moved his hands higher up my sides and squeezed again, before embarking back on his attack on my lips. He took my shock as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth and I pulled myself closer to him and stood on my tip toes to get better leverage on my attack as well. We fought for dominance before I finally gave and let him take the lead. I felt his hands leave my sides before I felt them under my thighs, and I was jerked up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he sat on the ground, then laying down and pulling me on top of him – never breaking our kiss.
My arms retracted from his neck and I let my fingers tangle in his hair as his hands roamed my back and sides, slowly sliding my tank top up further and further up my back before I felt his hands on my bare back and my bare stomach against his tee shirt. He finished tugging the tank off of my head and I took the opportunity to sit up for a minute, breaking the kiss and giving him a once-over, grabbing the hem of his shirt and as he sat up I took the opportunity to slip it over his head as well. I looked down at him and bit my lip as my hands ran down his chest and then to his defined abs and hips. My descent with my hands stopped when his lips connected with my neck once again, kissing and nipping gently but hungrily. I moaned again, raking my nails down his abs which made him stop kissing my neck to groan out and flip me onto my back, before beginning to kiss me again.
His hand slid down from my side to my leg, running up and down slowly before stopping at the hem of my shorts and fumbling with the button on them before finally getting it and letting me shimmy my shorts off of my body. He rubbed his hand on my stomach, reattaching his lips to my collarbone and I moaned out his name as I felt his hand dip down to my bikini bottoms.
"Darcy."
"Darcy?"
"Darcy!"
"Huhwhat?" I snapped back to reality to Kendall looking at the bruise on my shoulder.
"How did you do this again?"
"I told you…" I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger, trying to shake back to reality from that very hot dream/moment I was having.
"No, you didn't." He looked me in the eyes from his position next to my shoulder.
"I fell into a basket of volleyballs." I shook my head. "Silly me."
"Well, genius. Hold still." He grabbed my shoulder forcefully and snapped my arm back with a sickening pop, and I shrieked in pain, holding back tears, before the pain stopped and my shoulder felt better.
"What the fuck Kendall!?" I growled, punching him in the arm with my 'not so good' arm, but he grabbed my fist halfway through the air and gently put my arm down.
"Your shoulder was dislocated. How the hell did you not realize that? Especially carrying Carlos!" He was dumbfounded.
"I… I don't know, I get hurt playing sports so much that I guess I didn't think anything of it." I shrugged my shoulders, my mind beginning to wander back to my 'dream' as my eyes looked over Kendall, trying to picture if that's really what he looked like shirtless, but his voice snapped me back to reality, again.
"We have to take you to a hospital to get this properly fixed, Darce."
"No, I'm okay." I tugged my arm from his grasp and began walking away.
"Darcy!" Kendall grabbed my other arm and turned me to face him, keeping his hand firmly gripped around my bicep and I couldn't help but shudder at the contact – remembering how it felt in my dream.
"I'm really okay, Kendall. I just… I hate hospitals and my parents aren't here and all I need is a sling and you said all of you play hockey so I'm sure one of you have one and you said Logan wanted to be a doctor so maybe he can just look at it and just make sure you popped it back in to place correctly and I just really don't think going to the hospital is necessary and I just wanna forget about the fact that my shoulder was dislocated and just go to your island and get to be better friends and just have fun!" I took a huge breath, having stammered that all in one breath, that I'm sure Kendall barely registered what I was saying, I was talking so fast.
He loosened his grip on my bicep and moved his hands up to my shoulders, sighing audibly and using his thumbs to rub small circles near my shoulder blades. "Darcy. You can't just… expect me to sit here, knowing you're hurt and not do anything about it!" His voice was calm and collected but his eyes showed hurt and longing – longing for what I don't know, but it was there.
"Thank you for caring Kendall, but I think I'm gonna be okay."
"Darcy-" Kendall started, rolling his head back to look up into the cloudless blue sky.
"Look – I'll make you a deal. Okay?" I shot my hands out to grab his forearms and direct his attention to me and to look into my eyes.
"What?" His eyes lost that hurt look and a slight twinkle came back to his emerald orbs and I had to smack myself mentally not to get lost in them.
"We'll go back to the Palm Woods while the guys figure out the boat and get me a sling, which, don't tell me you don't have because between the four of you, I'm sure you have about twelve. Then, we're going to come back here and hopefully the guys will have the boat fixed by then, and we'll tell them that I dislocated my shoulder a while ago, and it started bothering me, hence the sling. When we get back here, I promise you that you have full permission to take me to the hospital. Okay?" I smiled at him and let my arms drop from his arms and let my right arm hang in the air for him to shake.
He groaned and moved his left hand from my shoulder and grabbed my hand in his. "Deal." He laughed and his eyes regained the full sparkle they first had when I got here.
"Brilliant." I grinned and shook our hands once before dropping my hand from his altogether. "Let's head back then."
"Brilliant? Who the hell in America says Brilliant?" He laughed, mocking me before taking a few steps in front of me and then stopping to turn and look back at me. "You coming, Darce?"
His voice floated over to me and all I could to was blink and smile in response, when he bent down a bit with his back towards me. "Kendall I don't want a piggy back ride." I giggled, and I could hear the grin in his voice without even seeing his face.
"I don't care… you never know! Swinging your arms while you walk could… potentially dislocate your shoulder again!"
"You're a terrible liar, you know that?"
"Yes. Now hop on."
"Only because in a strange way, I'm starting to love you and your band of misfits, Kendall Knight." I smiled to myself and laughed out loud before jumping onto Kendalls back easily and gracefully, wrapping my arms around his neck – being careful not to choke him.
"Anything you say, Darcy Malone." He turned his head and shot me a wink before tightening his grip around my legs and starting to walk towards the Palm Woods. "Oh, and you realize that the longer you stay around here; around me and the 'band of misfits', you're gonna become a misfit yourself."
"Strangely, I can love with that."
"Good."
We walked in silence for a while longer until we were in the parking lot of the Palm Woods apartments and he stopped to kick the sand off of his feet before saying something else that took my breath away.
"And Darce?"
"Yeah?" I asked, leaning my head around his shoulder to attempt to look at him.
"In a weird way, I guess I'm starting to love you too."
He turned his head to look at me and smiled at me, not taking his eyes off of mine. We stayed like that for a minute, "you have pretty eyes." He smiled, showing a dimple that made me giggle but still not saying anything, before he cleared his throat and averted his attention away from me and started walking again until we got to the elevator. Still not putting me down, we got in the elevator and I watched him hit the '2' button and then the 'door close' button. The doors slowly slid shut and it was a short ride up to the second floor and an even shorter walk to his room, 2J.
He reached around me and into his back pocket to grab his key and flawlessly opened the door, silently stepping inside and closing the door behind him with his foot. He made his way through the apartment, readjusting me on his back so I wasn't slipping down farther, until he reached a room. The door was already open, so he just walked in to what I assumed to be his room and one of the other guys'. Probably Logan or Carlos', because I don't think that James and Kendall could share a room out of sheer personality differences – they would tear each other's throats before that happened. But then again, I barely knew either one of them so I can't make any rash judgments. Kendall slid me off of his back and made sure I was standing surely on my feet before walking farther into the room to a desk drawer and beginning to rummage through one of the drawers, searching for the sling, I presumed.
He presented it a few moments later and motioned for me to follow him into the connecting bathroom into the bedroom, and when I got there, he motioned for me to sit on the sink in front of him. So I hopped up onto the sink and offered him my arm.
"Lose the shirt first."
"What?" I suddenly felt self-conscious and wrapped my arms around my stomach, wincing at the contact but keeping a stone face as I stared back at Kendall.
"You heard me. Lose it." He didn't smile, he didn't act flirty or silly or anything but stone cold, caring and forceful, which strangely made me want to listen to him.
"Kendall I don't think… can't you just help me put the sling on?"
"No. Darcy, something's wrong with you – You're not acting right. Just tell me or take the goddamn shirt off."
"This wasn't part of the deal, Kendall." I growled, sliding off the sink and grabbing the sling from his hands and walking out of the bathroom with him in tow.
"Darcy." His voice had softened, but still sounded forceful and hoarse.
"No, Kendall." I turned around to face him, putting my hand against his chest and looking up in his eyes again. "My life is my own fucking life. You haven't even known me for three hours and here you are telling me that you know me? You don't have that right. Even if something was wrong with me, it's still none of your goddamn business! So here's an idea – if this is your way of hitting on me, try someone else – because I'm getting sick of the mind games – you being cute and thoughtful and then acting as though it never happened and being embarrassed or… or… ashamed! So my life, again, is my damn life and I'm going to live it exactly how I want to live it – so I want to go to your guys' island and spend time with all of you and build relationships and see where the hell my feelings are going with you,"
His mouth opened in protest, and I realized what I had said and I just groaned and threw my head back before crossing my arms over my chest and continuing.
"Yes, my feelings for you, Kendall. I don't even know what the hell they are yet, and I want more than anything to figure them out – but what I do know is that I've known you for three hours and you leave me speechless with every other word you say, and all I want you to do is just throw away any shame or embarrassment or questioning or anything and just fucking kiss me." I threw my hands in the air in exasperation before closing my eyes and inhaling deeply before opening my eyes to see Kendall standing directly in front of me, his face inches from mine.
"Well if you wanted me to, why didn't you just ask?" He questioned, bringing his hand up to cup the side of my face before smiling and closing the distance between our lips.
OKAY. THAT IS THE CLOSEST THING TO SMUT THAT I WILL EVER WRITE, GOT IT? Whew. Alright, Chapter 3 from Lexi dearest is done - yay for Karcy/Dandall Fluffy goodness and kissing and kind of smut and shit and yes. We still need a name, and I'm thinking of just using band of misfits, but I still don't know.
The ball's in your court now, Riss (;
Xoxo, Lexi