I Needed You

by Sonamyluver718

"Where were you? All this time, where were you! You promised me that you'd always be there! But where were you! I have screamed your name, hoping you'd come and free me, love me! I waited in pain! How could you betray me! Especially when I needed you!"

3. Friends Forever

All Characters belong to Sega except my OCs.

Ch. 3 Friends Forever

I woke up with a huge headache. I felt arms around me. I looked over to see Scourge sleeping. I sat up slowly, trying not to wake him. I put a hand to my head to see I had a bandage around my head. "Are you okay," I heard him ask. I looked down at him.

"Yes, what happened?"

"You fell off the bed." He tried to hide his smile but failed. "I think I scared you."

"Yes you did. What were you doing?"

"I just wanted to tell you something."

"You said something that hurt me." He looked confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said that you needed me."

"No I didn't. I said 'Sweet Dreams Rosy'." My heart sank. I felt stupid now. He had caused no harm to me. How could I be so stupid?

"I'm sorry, Scourge. I'm kind of on edge."

"Why? Is everything okay?"

"Yea, everything's fine." His arm that was draped around my waist tugged on me.

"Lay down, it's still early." I lay back down, snuggling up next to him. "I was worried," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my ear.

"You shouldn't have been. I can take a blow to the head."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Sorry."

"I see you got adopted."

"Yes. Ms. Taylors is very nice to me."

"That's good."

"Yes, but I still worry about my old friend, Serena. She got adopted by this guy who didn't seem to want her to call him "daddy" for a father figure feel." He shuddered against me.

"Hopefully she's okay."

"Hopefully."

"Your voice is a lot softer now. What happened to you being fierce and mean?" I punched his shoulder.

"I was not mean," I snapped at him. He smirked.

"There ya go." I turned onto my side, my back to him.

"Whatever." He pressed his chest up against my back.

"C'mon, Rosy, you know I was just messing around."

"I know, but you're still annoying." He chuckled.

"Isn't that part of my job?"

"No." He chuckled again. His thumb started to rub circles on my bare thigh that showed from my nightgown. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

"Oh, thanks."

"No problem." His hand started to rub my thigh gently. This would've struck fear into any other girl but it comforted me. Even when we were younger, he would rub my thigh. He would mostly do it when he thought I was worried or upset. Most of the time I was and I found the gesture comforting. A lot of the gestures he did involve physical contact but there was something about his gentle touch that made me feel safe. I closed my eyes, my dreams taking me back in time.

I trudged up the hill, seeing Scourge was already there waiting for me. He smirked at me. "Hey Rosy, Beth," he said, his arms opening for a hug. Beth jumped off my shoulder and flew into his chest. He chuckled, holding her to him. Bethany crawled up his shirt, settling on his shoulder. I fell into his arms, feeling safety come upon me. His arms held me tightly, crushing me to him. He looked down at me, worry coming across his face. "Are you okay, Rosy," he asked. I shook my head, tears brimming my eyes again. Beth "chao"ed sadly. Scourge sunk down to the ground, still holding me to him, putting me on his lap. "What's wrong?"

"My stomach, my head, my whole body hurts," I whimpered into his chest. One of his hands slid down my body, stopping on my thigh. Fear flew through me but his eyes didn't flash with lust. They were kind, gentle. His hand softly started rubbing my thigh. He did it slowly at first; silently asking if what he was doing was okay. His hand stopped after a little while and I looked up at him, my eyes asking why he stopped.

"Oh, did you like that," he asked, surprised. I nodded.

"Odd as it seems, it felt good."

"Did it make anything feel better?"

"The pain in my leg. My stomach still hurts though."

"Mmm," he murmured his hand moving up to my stomach. His hand started circulating around my stomach. I snuggled deeper into his chest. The arm that was around my waist squeezed my side softly. "Better," he whispered in my ear. I nodded.

"What school do you go to?"

"Don't go to school."

"What? Why?"

"My parents don't want me to."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to teach you some stuff?"

"Naw, I'll go to school eventually but for right now, I have to lay low around my parents."

"What are your parents like?"

"My dad's mean and my mom's sweet."

"So opposites do attract." He chuckled.

"Yea. But I just hate them." I shivered at the tone his voice had taken. It was cold, angry, betrayed.

"You should be happy that you have parents that love you."

"They don't love me. I hate calling them "mom and dad". They don't care about anyone but themselves. I'm their mistake and they blame everything that goes wrong in their lives on me."

"I'm sorry," I murmured.

"It's okay. Have there been any nice families that want to adopt you?"

"No. Everyone always goes for the pretty girls. Nobody even gives raggedy old me a second look."

"You're not raggedy. You're beautiful, Rosy." I blushed softly. No one had ever called me beautiful before.

"Thank you. Besides, if I do get adopted, aren't you afraid that they might take me away from you?"

"Of course but you deserve to be happy. I need you to be happy."

"I am happy, right now. I'm with my best friend!" He smiled down at me.

"You're my best friend too."

"Friends forever right?"

"Forever and Always," he said before pecking a friendly kiss at my forehead.

I awoke to feel Scourge's arms still around me. I turned over to see him sound asleep. He looked really cute when he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows arched in a hint of soft frustration, his lips slightly parted, his quills spread out from under his head. I longed to scoot closer to him. To lay on his broad chest. To hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. I looked to his full lips. I suddenly wanted to feel his tingly feeling leaving lips to be on mine. He's kissed me three times since he's been back and I wanted it to happen again. But why now? Before, his kisses were pecks at the most. But now my hormones were going crazy for a kiss where our lips would mold each other, his tongue tracing my small pink plump lips. Just like how he kissed me years ago. My mind darted to wondering what we were now. When he left, we both had confessed our feelings for each other. But we never actually classified each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. But at the same time, he keeps kissing me. Him holding me doesn't really make my mind think any different since he used to always hold me close to him. Maybe it's my turn to hold him close to me. I crawled my torso up onto him, laying my head on his chest gently. He flinched slightly, his eyes darting open. "What the," he started but his eyes met mine. "Oh, it's just you." Those words made my heart feel disappointed.

"Yes. Sorry if I woke you."

"It's okay. Did you sleep alright?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yea, since you were in my arms." I blushed as he smirked down at me. I looked away from his ice blue crystals he had as eyes to look down at his neck where faint hand marks were. I had almost forgotten that he had come here because his dad went mad. I looked down to his torso which I was laying on. My hands started to grip the white t-shirt he was wearing. I wanted to slip my hand up his shirt and feel his abs- if he had any I mean. I sat up, moving off him.

"We should get up," I said, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. I slipped my bare feet into my slippers before standing up. I walked to my closet door to grab my silk robe from off a hook. Ms. Taylors bought me a lot of nice things that I don't ask for. She thinks that I'm sweet and need something to reward myself. But most of the things never satisfied me. I did use them out of the kindness of my heart but the only thing I really want Scourge. Now that I have him, these gift expenses seem very little. I slipped on my robe, turning to face Scourge who was still in the bed, staring at me. I blushed lightly, coming toward him. "Come on, lazy bum," I said, smiling. He smirked, holding out his hand.

"Can you help me, please," he said. My smile grew as I wrapped my small hand around his bigger one. I was a very small girl. Only 5'3 with a small waist, tiny stomach, thin arms, thick thighs with bony calves. My chest was a reasonable size, not too small but not too big. His eyes never went down there though. They never even left my face which pleased me greatly. I pulled him up and out the bed. He stretched, yawning. He started scratching his quills. I quit my staring and looked at the clock. It was about 10 in the morning. We'd been asleep for that long? Ms. Taylors probably left already. I hurried out my room and down into the kitchen. Scourge walked slowly behind me, his long legs making long relaxed strides. I found a sticky note on the refrigerator. It didn't say much except that she had went out for the day and told us there was money in the knife drawer if we needed some. Scourge leaned against the island as I busied myself about the kitchen. Pulling out microwaveable breakfast sandwiches to making homemade orange juice. His gaze on me was soft and adoring but it still overwhelmed me. I wasn't that pretty with my big childlike dark jade eyes, my long curly hair that cascaded down to my waist, my barely there cheekbones and my small black button nose. The fact that he called me beautiful when we were younger still surprised me. The whole fact that he takes interest in me is surprising. He's also a year older. I'm only 16 and he's 17. Doesn't that count for something? Maybe not. Couples have age gaps much greater than ours but that doesn't stop anybody. I glanced at him to see him texting on a blackberry. It had a green and black striped with a skull case on it and had a touch screen with a slide out keyboard. For once he wasn't paying attention to me so I felt my body relax. I pulled two glasses out the cabinet, glancing back at me. He was still staring at his phone, going through something. Finally he found something he thought was more interesting than me! I poured the orange juice into the two cups. His phone started ringing, Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become" chorus filling the silence. He answered it quickly. "Yo," he said into the phone. I looked at him to see him opening the keyboard, putting it on speaker.

"Wassup dude," a deep male voice that sounded about Scourge's age replied.

"Nothin, jus' hangin' with my girl," Scourge replied, smirking up at me. I blushed. So I'm his girl now. Why'd that make my heart flutter?

"You got a girlfriend and didn't tell me? Imma hook you next time I see you dude." Scourge chuckled.

"I just haven't seen her in a while so I didn't really tell anyone. And you hook me, we going be fightin." The guy on the other hand chuckled.

"Alright, I still need my fair one from our pillow fight." Scourge chuckled.

"Alright."

"So tell me about this girl of yours."

"She's right here if you wanna talk to her."

"Okay."

"Come here, babe," Scourge said, curling his finger at me. I blushed but walked over to lean beside him on the island. "Say something," he mouthed to me.

"Um hi," I said, keeping my voice light.

"Hey, I'm Dante, Scourge's best friend. What's your name?"

"Rosalinda but Scourge calls me Rosy."

"Ohh, so you're the Rosy Scourge kept blabbing about when I first met him. Let me tell you, once he starts talking about you: he won't the fuck shut up." I giggled.

"I hope that's a good thing."

"Blegh, it's terrible. Once, he went on for three hours about your eyes. I had to push his ass off the top my bunk bed." I giggled as Scourge chuckled, slight blush coming upon his cheeks. "So what're you like?"

"Shy, mostly."

"And mean," Scourge cut in. Dante chuckled.

"She probably needs to be to keep you in check."

"But she's beautiful too, D. She's sweet and charming and-"

"I should stop you now before you get too far and go into another four hours." Scourge chuckled. I heard voices coming from Dante's end. "I gotta go you two, I'll call you later Scourge."

"Alright," Scourge said before hanging up.

"So I'm your girl now," I asked softly. He looked to me, confused.

"I thought you'd been my girl. Since we kissed."

"Oh. I just thought we kissed and that was it." He looked disappointed.

"Oh," he said, looking down. "Do you even want to be my girl?" My hormones started an urge for me to kiss his full lips. I shrugged. He didn't see it though.

"I don't know."

"You like me right?"

"But you're my best friend and I just got you back. I don't want to lose you again." He looked up at me, turning so that he could be in front of me, either arm on the side of me, his hands gripped the island's edges. Our lips were only inches apart, his eyes boring straight into mine.

"I'm not going anywhere, Rosy. I promise."

"You promised last time."

"Last time, it wasn't my fault. I thought you understood that." I bit my lip. I heard the microwave beep.

"I need to get our food so if you'll just-"

"Rosy, don't dodge this."

"I can't answer all of this right now so please-"

"Rosy please, for me?" I sighed.

"I want to be your girl but I'm just scared."

"Are you my girl?" My hormones took control of me. I jumped on him, pressing my lips onto his. My hands gripped his quills, keeping him down to my level. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pinning me against him as he kissed me back. The kiss was just how I wanted it to be. He molded my lips softly, sweetly, his tongue gently tracing my lips. His hands suddenly picked me up by my legs, causing me to make a little squeaky scream out of surprise. He chuckled under my lips. He put me on the island, his hands going up into my hair. I felt his tongue slip between my lips, trying to meet mine. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle with mine. His hands slid down my back, traced my waist, slid up and down my thighs before coming to rest at the sides of my hips. I pulled away, blushing like mad. He pecked my lips softly, making the tingly sensation on my lips stronger, before smirking at me. "I'll take that as yes," he said.

"No, I mean, my hormones…they flipped out." He raised an eyebrow, his smirk gone. He knew me too well. I sighed, pulling him closer. "My hormones let loose. That's what it was." His eyebrows crinkled together, his nose starting to lightly sniff. He started sniffing me. "Scourge," I said, trying to back away but his hands held me close. He sniffed my neck, my hair, my clothes, determined to find whatever he smelled.

"Rosy, are you…wet?" Shit. I pushed him away and crossed my legs.

"No!" He smirked.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret." I glared at him. He glowered, his smirk gone but humor still in his eyes. I bit my lip as an attempt not to smile. He always tried to mock me, knowing it would make me smile or laugh. I failed and smiled, looking down. He walked back up to me and helped me off the island.

"I'm gonna go shower and change," I murmured.

"Can I come," he asked, smirking. I punched his shoulder before running upstairs before he could lightly hit me back and we would start play fighting. I then noticed how much I'd missed him. I remembered all his gestures, all his little perks, even his smirk. Now that all of it had returned, it had dawned how much I'd been missing. Now I couldn't even think of myself without him. I grabbed some clothes out my drawer before going into my personal bathroom. I turned the hot water on full blast before stepping into the shower. I winced at the hot water but my muscles loosened up against it. As the warm droplets hit my skin, I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if I had let Scourge take a shower with me… What is with me? I've never had dirty thoughts before. I've always been sweet and innocent. Why does his presence make me wanna throw all that away and unleash a new fierce side of me. I sighed, started to massage my temples as I let the water in my hair. I heard a knock at the bathroom door. "Rosy," Scourge asked.

"Yes," I replied, loud enough for him to hear me. He didn't respond. "Scourge," I asked.

"Yea," he answered quickly. I rushed my shower, messily washing my body and hair. I dried myself quickly before throwing on the red skirt and a red t-shirt with a black outline of a rose on it. I left my hair damp. I walked out the bathroom, seeing Scourge laying on my pink floral covered bed. He was reading my journal. If it were anyone else I would've snatched it out of their hands and told them politely that I wouldn't like them reading it. But something told me it was okay that he was reading it. He was almost at the end anyway. I walked up to the bed and perched beside him. "You missed me that much," he asked.

"Yes." He threw the book aside and wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging so that I would fall back, my head on his stomach- well eight-pack I should say. I moved myself up so that I was straddling his waist, my hands pinning his to the bed. He smirked up at me. I smiled back. Whenever he was near me, I was happy. He always made me happy. Even when I thought about him, a small smile would always creep up my face. I felt his hand cup my cheek lightly. I put my hand over his, sinking into his touch as his thumb started to rub my cheek softly. I always melted under his touch, his soft- wait, I was so vulnerable to him. Too vulnerable. Everything he does makes my heart melt. It scared me that one day he just might break it. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would unintentionally. Or on purpose. I looked back at him to see his blue topaz eyes glaring up at me. "What," I asked, fear filling in. It was stupid to think he would hurt me but his glares are deadly. He shook his head, looking away. I frowned. What was wrong with him? Had my facial expressions showed my thoughts? Or was he just that good at reading me. He's probably angry at me for thinking he would hurt me. I'm angry at myself for even letting the thought process. I got off him and walked to my vanity dresser, grabbing my brush. I started to brush my hair roughly, trying to get all the knots out.

"Can I do it," he asked suddenly. My eyes flicked to him from the mirror.

"Do what," I asked innocently.

"Brush your hair." I blushed.

"Oh um, yes." He smirked, sitting up.

"You gotta come here first." I let a tiny smile creep up my lips as I walked toward him. I crawled onto the bed, settling on his lap. His hand caressed my arm before taking the brush out my hand. He ran his hand through my hair softly before running the brush through it. The way he brushed my hair was much different from the way I did it. He brushed it delicately, as if every strand could break easily. In a matter of minutes, he got my hair straight as bone. I ran my fingers through it, seeing it was silky smooth. "You like?"

"I love." He chuckled, pecking my cheek. He wrapped his arms around me as he started kissing my neck. I blushed when I felt his tongue meet my neck. "When are you going to ask me on a date," I asked. His kissing stopped.

"Soon."

"When though?"

"You'll see."

"Scourge," I whined, poking out my lips in a pouty way. He chuckled.

"You're so cute when you say my name like that." I elbowed him in the ribs. "But I was gonna ask if you wanted to do it tonight."

"Okay, tonight sounds good."

"Alright." His hand started rubbing my stomach. I leaned back against him, making him fall back. I turned and crushed my face into his chest, taking in his clean crisp scent. His arms stayed tight around me. I felt myself falling asleep again.

X

I looked down at Rosy who was now asleep. I smiled to myself. She was so beautiful. I wished things didn't go the way they did. I should've done more to stay with her. I should've been there for her. I loved her. I loved her more than anything. But how do I show it? My dad never really expressed any real affection for my mom or for other women. Only lust. I felt bad for not knowing how to love Rosy the right way. She's so fragile and sweet. She's been through Hell and back when she did nothing to get that. She deserves to be loved the right way. I held her tighter. Dante said the gangs would be here any day now. I just hope he gets up here before then with our friends. I can trust Dante about Rosy but the others…they're going to have to stay out of it. They'll try to use her as a distraction or try to take her as their own girl. I wouldn't let that happen in a million years. She's been through enough. She doesn't deserve any more pain. I can only pray that none of our enemies lay their eyes on her. If they do: they've just signed their death wish. Rosy whimpered in my arms. I noticed that I was holding her too tight. So tight that I was crushing her ribs. I loosened up my grip. "Sorry baby," I murmured. She nodded in her sleep, murmuring something as her hands tightened their grip on my shirt. "I promise not to let anyone hurt you. I really mean it this time. I'll stand by you, protect you, love you. Until the day I die," I told her.

"I love you, Scourge," she whispered in her sleep. I smiled. She'd said this last night like four times.

"I love you too, Rosy." She probably heard me but wasn't taking it in. That's okay, when I tell her my feelings for her: it's gonna be something she'll never forget. I squinted as the sun shone into my eyes from her window. It hurt my eyes a lot. My phone buzzed quietly in my pocket. I fished it out my pocket and answered it. "All arms ready to go," Dante said.

"Perfect. Everyone is here and assembled?"

"Yep, waiting for the enemy. Wait…right on time. By their distance, they should be here by dark." I let a dark smirk creep up my face.

"Good. Prepare for war."

Wow, so long but mostly fluffy chap. Ooo, wonder what Scourge is up to with this war thing.

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