AN: This chapter is admittedly kind of a snooze-fest. It's good because Lil finally gets a say in, but I think I'm going to upload two just because of the fact. I like reviews & feedback! If you feel that the story can be improved, please let me know! (:
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Lil DeVille
August 28th 2009
"There you are!" I say, reaching the bottom of the spiral staircase. The three shadows outside are suddenly revealed with a flash of light, but even without it I could tell exactly who they were.
I recognize Chuckie, leaned up against the glass, smoking a cigarette. I recognize Maya on the ground, sitting cross-legged beside Tommy, who is laughing and rubbing his eyes.
And as I approach them from inside, I have a few questions. But the main one is, how did they all find their way to each other? And by that, I basically mean... how did Maya find herself between Charles Finster and Tommy Pickles? I can't say that out loud, but when I stand in front of them and they fall silent, I do ask, "Where have you been, Maya?"
She smiles as she looks up at me, shrugging her shoulders. "I dunno... I was over by the keg and then I started talking to Chuck, then... I dunno. We took off, I guess."
I look over at Chuckie, who shrugs and gives Maya a look. She instantly starts laughing and he chuckles along. They're friends now or something. But that still doesn't explain the Tommy thing. I notice right away how he's sitting way too close to her and I can already tell she's caught his interest. I don't feel threatened by Maya, it's just that I know how Tommy is. He's all about finding 'new' girls. I'm lucky he's even stuck with me for so long.
I wonder if he even wants to hook up anymore, so I look down at him and he says,"What's up, Lil?"
I try not to get mad, but I put my hands on my hips and say, "You never replied to my text."
Tommy nods, stands up to me, and wraps his arms around my waist. "I know. Sorry. Look, can we get some privacy, guys?" He looks back at Chuckie and Maya and they quickly wave goodbye to him before disappearing up the staircase. When we hear the last of their footsteps, Tommy lets go of me and travels to the other side of the room to flip a switch. The scenes outside past the glass suddenly disappear and fade black.
"Wow, I never knew that the glass could do that," I say to him and he shrugs.
He walks back over to me and I find myself in his arms again. Right against my earlobe, he says. "That's because this is the only room in the house that we haven't fucked yet." I feel his fingertips tracing shapes on my back, revealed by the cut of the fabric so I slide one of my shoulders out of the shirt and he smiles, bending down to kiss me there.
As Tommy begins to undress me, I look around the room and I realize that he's right... this really is the only room of the house we haven't fucked in yet. When I realize this, I also realize what a big home this is. I think about how many rooms we have fucked in. And I realize how long Tommy and I have been doing this.
It started back in freshman year. Specifically, a week or so after school let out. Tommy and Phil hadn't been speaking for awhile, so it caught me off guard that Tommy just randomly stopped over the way he did. As soon as I opened the door, he brushed past me and made his own way downstairs where Phil was lifting, as always.
I remained upstairs, trying not to be too nosy as I heard the boys shouting at each other. It didn't matter. I couldn't hear much. Just raised voices and pounding. Before I could even go downstairs to make sure everything was okay, Tommy was making his way up the stairs.
Whatever the argument was about, it ended up ruining their friendship. And as Tommy was stomping out of my house, I grabbed him by the hand and stopped him. I don't know what I was thinking. Over the years, I'd stopped talking to Tommy anyway since he started to hang out with Philip a lot more. But... I've always liked him. I didn't want him to leave without knowing.
So I kissed him.
And it went on from there, bringing us to this point. As we kiss now, Tommy's hands guide me towards a desk. I break the kiss and look at him. For awhile, our eyes meet and I suddenly remember the day, 3 months ago when Tommy tried to tell me how we couldn't see any more of each other because he'd found a girl that he wanted to settle down with.
'Settle down'... those are the exact words he used. The thought of Tommy Pickles settling down was hilarious. No, scratch that. It's still hilarious. Even now, being in a relationship, he can't keep it in his pants. Lucky him, getting stuck with a celibate girl...
It sounds like it, but I'm not jealous of Kimi... it's just that I knew him first. I've liked Tommy for as long as I can remember. I feel like... I don't know. I feel like I deserve him.
I actually think it all started when we were about 12... Tommy's father's company was just starting to take off when he came over, looking for Phil. Instead, he found me. We talked for hours about everything. His parents, his brother, his grandfather's passing. Everything. From that day, I feel as if I know more about him than anyone (besides Chuck and Dil) will ever know. I wonder if Kimi knows this much about him.
And right when I wonder this, my panties are slipping down below my knees. At this point, it doesn't matter how much Kimi knows. She doesn't matter - not to me, and not to Tommy.
All that matters is this. He was here before, and he's here with me now.
