A/N: Hello, hello, hello! Guess what day it is today!... Give up? Okay! It's Wispy's B-day! Yes, that's right I am now officially 13! Okay... I lied I'm not 14... but everyone keeps saying I am so there. I'M MATURE FOR MY AGE!
Anyway, this chapter is really awkward... yeah... Nicol gets seduced by Fllay the bitchy butt... uh... that's what my friend keeps calling her... NOT MY IDEA! And you know what? I never realized how awful this chapter was until I typed it up... seriously, It's really bad... Oh well! None the less, Enjoy!
CHAPTER V SHOCKAt The Hahnenfuss Residence, 3:00…
"Shiho! What on earth did you do to yourself!" Mrs. Hahnenfuss asked in disbelief as Shiho walked through the front door. "I got a bunch of piercings," She said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"How could you do that! You look like a freak!" She ranted on. "Maybe to you… but I know some one who digs the Goth look…" Shiho said smirking.
"How much did that all cost?" Mrs. Hahnenfuss went on. "Only 250 bucks, no big deal." She shrugged. Her mother groaned then noticed a bag in her hands with the word "Darkness" across it. "What's in the bag?"
"Clothes," Shiho answered simply. "What kind of clothes?" She asked. "Gothy ones," She answered again. "How much did all that cost?" She asked. "Only 300 dollars," Shiho said, once again acting like it was nothing. "That means you spent 550 dollars today!" Mrs. Hahenfuss cried. "Yeah, with 460 to spare!" She said cheerfully, running up the stairs to her room. Mrs. Hahnenfuss sighed. "What next?"
At the Amalfi Residence, 4:00…
Fllay rang the doorbell twice and waited. A minute later the door opened. It was Mrs. Amalfi. "Oh my goodness, you're that girl…"
"Yes! I'm Fllay Allster and I'm here with some fever medication for Nicol!" She said cheerfully. "I feel terrible about what happened the other day and I want to make it up to him."
"Well I suppose that's kind of you… but… however did you get that fever medication?" Mrs. Amalfi asked. "I told Doctor Hahnenfuss about the plague Nicol came down with and he gave me some fever medication to bring to him," Fllay said as sweetly as possible. "…Well if you went to all that trouble I suppose it would be rude to turn you away…" She said meekly. "Fine, come in. Nicol's room is up the stairs, the second door to the right."
"Thank you," Fllay said politely, walking up the stairs and into Nicol's room.
(From this point on, I'm not held responsible for you getting supremely creeped-out...)
He was fast asleep with a bit of sweat on his forehead. "Oh, Nicol… you're so beautiful…" She whispered, wiping the sweat away. His eyes opened slightly. "Fllay-?" He asked weakly. "Shh… I'm here Nicol…" She whispered, kissing his cheek. He closed his eyes again. "That's it… go to sleep…" Fllay whispered beginning to stroke his hair gently. A minute passed and Fllay smirked mischievously. Making sure no one was standing at the door, she slipped into bed beside him. Nicol's eyes flew open. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Shh…" She hushed him. "It's, okay. Just be quiet."
She pulled him into her arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Nicol…" Fllay whispered softly. That one kiss turned into many more shortly after.
When she seemed to get bored of kissing him she asked a pretty stupid question: "Would you say you're too sick to make love?"
Nicol blushed deeply. He wasn't exactly used to hearing terms like this. His family was strictly Catholic (it's not really, but... I like it this way) and talk like that wasn't common. He did know what it meant, though. With a fever of 103, he was far too sick to be doing so. Besides, he knew he shouldn't be having sex until he was married. That, of course, was a long way off. But Fllay was known to get people to do thing they really disagreed with doing.
"Fllay… I'm not old enough… and neither are you…" Nicol said shyly. "You know, human rights state that the age of consent is 14. I'm 16 and you are?" She asked. "15…" Nicol answered quietly. "Thank you for proving my point," She said smirking, then stood up and went to close the door.
"Oh my gosh…" Nicol thought fearfully, pulling the blankets up over half his face. (Not his eyes so he could still see what she was doing.) Fllay turned around and looked at him after closing the door. "Oh Nicol. Don't be scared. It's really quite enjoyable. But I don't need to tell you that. You'll find out soon enough," She smirked then made her way back to him. As she joined him on the bed again, he felt his body go numb with nervousness. She reached to him and caressed his cheek almost reassuringly. "It'll be fine…" She whispered pressing her lips to his. When she pulled away, she proceeded to unbutton his shirt. "Fllay!" He cried grabbing her hands. "Would you relax? There's nothing to worry about. It's not difficult," She said patiently. "-I really don't think that we should do this-" She quickly pressed her index finger to his lips. "Shh… Nicol… you trust me, right?"
He thought for a second then nodded. "Well if you really do, then you'll just let this go," She said pulling her finger away from his lips and going back to unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh… please forgive me for this… I don't really have a choice…" Nicol thought regretfully. But it was true. He didn't have a choice. Fllay ALWAYS got what she wanted.
When she finished with buttons, she cast the shirt aside and began planting kisses along his collarbone. Fllay couldn't help but laugh in her mind when she heard Nicol let out a little moan. "If you think that feels good, just wait until I get your pants off…" She thought with another mental laugh. Sick bitch...
An Hour Later…
Downstairs, Mrs. Amalfi was straightening up the living room. She'd been so occupied with cleaning it for the last hour that she'd forgotten that Fllay was in the house. But eventually the thought found its way back to her mind. "Hmm… I wonder why she's been up there for so long…" Mrs. Amalfi pondered aloud.
She set her dust rag down and went up the stairs to see what was going on.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she saw that Nicol's door was closed. "That's odd…" She thought. "Nicol never closes his door when he's sick…"
So without bothering to knock, she opened the door and stared in disbelief at what laid on the other side.
Nicol was fast asleep, the blankets covering most of him. And Fllay was sitting right beside him; the blankets covering the lower part of her body, but not the top- She was clotheless, and stroking Nicol's hair. And she could tell that Nicol wasn't wearing anything either. (This, my friends, is a parent's worst nightmare...)
So she had every right to think that her fifteen-year old son was no longer a virgin and that strange redheaded girl that had attempted to kill him was to blame for that.
"Oh- Mrs. Amalfi…" Fllay said awkwardly, crossing her arms over her breasts as an attempt to somewhat 'cover up.' EWW!
Mrs. Amalfi screamed and slipped to the ground in a sudden faint. Mr. Amalfi came running. When he saw Nicol and Fllay in bed together, he nearly lost it. –It didn't even seem to bother him that she was hardly covered. "ALL RIGHT! I'M GOING TO CLOSE THIS DOOR AND GIVE YOU 30 SECONDS TO GET DRESSED THEN I'M GOING TO OPEN THIS DOOR AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET OUT!" He screamed, slamming the door closed. Fllay jumped out of bed and managed to be dressed in 25 seconds. (She must do this a lot)
Nicol just continued to sleep through it all, completely exhausted.
The door flew open again. "NOW, GET OUT!" Mr. Amalfi screamed at her. Fllay ran out of the room as quickly as possible and was careful about stepping over Mrs. Amalfi's fainted form- then she ran down the stairs and out the door.
But as she ran home, she didn't feel the least bit remorseful, for she was smiling broadly. "Nicol was just so much fun to tease!" She laughed out loud.
Back at the Amalfi Residence, 5:30…"Nicol, wake up right now," Mr. Amalfi said firmly, giving Nicol a little shake. He groaned and his eyes opened halfway. "…Father… I'm so tired…"
"Well I bet you are!" Mr. Amalfi retorted. "I want an explanation for this! Fifteen-year-olds should be virgins! And I want to know why you disagree with that!"
"I don't…" said Nicol weakly. He wasn't used to being yelled at. "She insisted… I couldn't say no…"
"Well you should have! Nicol! This is a disgrace!" Mr. Amalfi shouted. "-I'm… so sorry… I didn't mean for this to happen…" He hardly managed to say before his consciousness slipped away. He decided it'd be best to let him recover from the Coordinator plague first, then he'd figure out what to do with him and what they were all going to do about Fllay. She obviously had some sick obsession over Nicol that was quite disturbing…
At the Haw Residence, 6:00
Miriallia lay on her bed, crying bitterly into her pillow. Why did it feel like Tolle had been watching her lately? She just felt his presence… it was so painful… To make things even worse, the only one who comforted her was down with the Coordinator plague, and she was afraid that he might be- She didn't want to think about it or him.
"Dearka…" She whispered, stopping her tears for a moment. "Oh, I really wish you were here right now…" Her tears continued.
"Miriallia!" There came a sudden shout from downstairs. It was her mother. "Yes?" She called, wiping her tears away. "There's someone here who wants to see you!" Her mother told her. "I'll be right down!" She answered. Who could that possibly be? Probably Lacus asking for some nail polish…
She got up and looked into the mirror; quickly fixing her hair and wiping the rest of her tears away so you couldn't tell that she had been crying.
When she'd gotten that done, like 30 seconds later, she left her room for downstairs. And when she got there, she was stunned to see Dearka. "Dearka?" She whispered in disbelief. He smiled softly. "I thought I should see how you're doing…"
"How I'm doing? You're the one who was sick!" Miriallia cried, throwing her arms around him. He too wrapped his arms around her. "I was so worried…" She said quietly. "There's no need to be anymore… I'm here…" Said Dearka gently. There was silence. They just enjoyed each other's embrace for a moment.
"Hey, wanna go up to my room?" Miriallia suddenly asked. "Um… sure…" Dearka said blankly. Smiling she grabbed him by the wrist and brought him up to her room.
"Miriallia, leave the door open," Her concerned mother called up the stairs to her. As soon as she finished that sentence, she heard the door close. Sighing, she walked off to the kitchen.
Up in Miriallia's room, they were already in the middle of making out. "I love you, Dearka…" She whispered in-between kisses. "I love you too, Miriallia…" Was his soft reply. She looked into his violet eyes contently, then laid back on her bed and beckoned him to join her. He did. She whispered his name while he wrapped his arms around her and he then began to sing their song. She closed her eyes and cuddled closer to him. Could this moment get anymore perfect?
A/N: Yeah, about their song... read chapter 8 of Shuffle if you don't know what I'm talking about. And shame on you for being here...:) Just yankin' ya! It's my birthday, so be a pal and leave a review, or I'll be sad:(
!WiSpY!wAs!HeRe!