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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I'm not the biggest fan of this chapter so it took me awhile to figure out what to do with it. And please point out any mistakes.
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I felt like a marshmallow. All gooey and warm… was that a cooked marshmallow? Not one that was on fire but one that was nice and golden and sticky. That was what I felt like. I giggled at the thought of everything being made of marshmallows. Curly looked at me and shook his head a little, chuckling as I shuffled my feet along the sidewalk.
Somewhere between the walk from Buck's to the park we had ended up getting cold and decided to head back to the Shepard residence mean while smoking a joint. I had never done drugs before and I really didn't see why weed would be such a big deal anyway. Everyone did it at least once, I knew for a fact my brother had a few times with Dallas. I figured I'd do it once to see what the talk was about and then I changed my mind and figured I could do it as many times as I wanted.
"Curly?" I drawled as I leaned up against the doorframe of the Shepard house while he unlocked the door. I giggled a little when he swore under his breath trying to find the right keys; I wondered why he had so many keys anyway. Why did someone need that many keys? I'd have to remember to ask him.
"Hm?" he said, taking his eyes off his keys and looking up at me, raising his eyebrows. I giggled again at how cute he looked and again at the thought of thinking Curly Shepard was cute. I moved in front of him and leaned up against the door with a big grin on my face that probably made me look like a fucking goof. He gave me a smirk and put his hands on my hips, something I was really starting to get used to.
"Does Tim know you do drugs?" I asked, giggling. It was something I wanted to ask ever since I watched him roll the joint outside of Buck's. If Tim thought it was okay, my brother could too, right? What if he found out?
Curly smirked and shook his head as he leaned into me, putting his key into the lock, unlocking the door.
"He'd beat the shit outta me," he said seriously as he opened the door, wrapping an arm around my waist so I didn't fall backwards. I wondered why he even risked it if his brother was so dead set against it… maybe that's why he did it. I tended to do a lot of shit that my brother didn't want, whether it was to get his attention or piss him off.
Curly lead me through the dark kitchen as I wondered why Tim was one of the biggest drug dealers in East Tulsa but despised drugs so much, wasn't that a tad hypocritical?
We stopped in front of the staircase, where I knew his bedroom was because I had been there enough times to hear him bang against the wall that connected his room with Angela's when she played her music too loud. I'd never been into his room and that wasn't about to change, not tonight anyway. I may have thought Curly was charming and good looking, and so maybe he got me this far but I still had class. I wasn't going up there, even if his intentions were good, which I highly doubted they were, I didn't want to do something I'd regret. I had waited this long for the right time and I was sure this wasn't it.
"You must have me mistaken for Pamela Delveccio if you think I'm goin' up there," I told him, he chuckled and instead lead me to the living room, turning on the T.V.
Pamela was a senior, she was drop dead gorgeous and one of the friendliest girls I knew. The problem with Pamela was that she knew she was gorgeous and she used it to get whatever she wanted, she couldn't seem to keep her legs shut. All the girls hated her like she was going to steal their boyfriends or something. I thought it was because they were jealous because I didn't mind her at all even if her moral compass was way off.
"Thirsty?" Curly asked, snapping me out of my daze. I blinked a couple times, my eyelids were heavy and I almost felt as if I could just go to sleep. I nodded, realizing how dry my mouth was. I wondered if that happened to everyone and that was why he asked. My throat was hot and it hurt because I almost coughed up half my lung taking my first drag too. Maybe, he was a mind reader.
I stared at Star Trek on the T.V. the sound was too low to hear what was going on so I imagined what was being said, giggling to myself when Curly handed me a beer and sat down next to me.
I started to wonder what time it was and looked around the walls for a clock. It was funny I hadn't spent much time in the Shepard living room before, just upstairs in Angela's bedroom.
"It's just after two," Curly said, sipping on his beer. He was a mind reader; I stared at him for a second and decided I must have been very obvious while looking for the clock.
Two in the morning, my brother was probably wondering where the hell I was. I usually called; I'd have to remember to call. He stayed in tonight with Kathy, if it were any other night he wouldn't have noticed. Why the hell did I pick tonight to do something stupid?
I grabbed the beer off of the table before leaned back into the couch, letting Curly wrap his arm around my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder before glancing up at him. For a sixteen-year old boy his skin was really nice, I hadn't really noticed before. I smirked to myself and brought my hand to his cheek, touching his skin.
"What?" he asked, looking down at me. I quickly brought my hand back down to my lap; the back of my neck was getting all hot, somehow I thought he wouldn't notice. I didn't know what to say so I just stared at him.
"You are so stoned," he said, chuckling as he brushed the hair out of my face. Was it that obvious? I couldn't go home like this; my brother would shoot me or worse give me that disappointed look that I tried really hard to avoid. Despite my I don't care what people think attitude, what my brother thought mattered a whole lot to me.
Curly brushed the hair from my face before closing the gap between us. I knew then that I liked him and I was screwed. Curly Shepard wasn't the type of guy I was supposed to fall for. He fought too much, he cheated and lied, and he was just plain mean most of the time. But he gave me butterflies.
He was a good kisser, better then the few other guys that I had kissed. He obviously knew what he was doing because before I knew it I was laying down with him hovering above me, his hand ever so slowly slipping underneath the hem of my blouse.
My stomach dropped, I wasn't here for this. The thought of him bringing me here to get in my pants was more upsetting then I thought it would be. I pushed him up off of me and got up off of the sofa. He was staring at me as if I had grown three heads. I was tempted to slap the look off of his face.
"I came here because it was cold," I glared as I started looking for my purse; I was ready to leave. I was suddenly very aware of everything and I almost felt sick about going home. I was still a little hazy but I didn't want to think about Curly Shepard's intentions anymore.
"You're being paranoid," he told me as he lifted up my purse from the floor. I snatched the bag out of his hand. Fucking mind reader.
"Well, I'm going home."
Maybe I was being paranoid. If I went home now, my brother would one hundred percent know what I had been up to. It had to be obvious with the way I felt; there was no way I could hide that. I didn't know why I cared so much, all I knew that it was pretty fucking inconvenient at the moment. I had already half convinced myself to stay while Curly continued to give me excuses.
"It's freezing outside," Curly said, standing up as if he could stop me from leaving.
"So?" I snapped as I made my way toward the door.
I didn't know why I was still arguing. I already decided to stay a while longer despite being tired as hell. Maybe it was the girl in me wanting to see what he'd say next.
"So," he argued, "I don't have a car to drive you and it's a twenty minute walk."
"I've survived worse," I said as I mockingly waved a goodbye.
"Would you quit being so fucking stubborn?"
I glared at him when he moved in between the door and me. Sighing, I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Do you even know which way is up?" he asked, giving me a smug nod when I continued to stare at him. He reminded me of Tim right then with his know it all attitude and hint of annoyance in his eyes. Stupid Curly.
"You can stay in my room," he said, turning me around. I let out a sarcastic laugh as if to tell him it was never going to happen.
"I'll sleep on the sofa." He smirked, before I could tell him where he could shove his bed.
"The perfect gentleman," I snorted.
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I woke up to a loud thud with the feeling of not knowing where I was. When I finally sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes I realized I was still at the Shepard's. I had never been in Curly's room before. It was cleaner than I imagined it, and pretty small with only a twin bed and a wooden dresser. There was nothing on the walls except for the hardly noticeable crucifix hanging above the door.
I got up out of bed and fixed my skirt that managed to get twisted from sleeping in it. I used the elastic band from around my wrist to tie my hair back before opening the door of Curly's room.
I made it to the second last step of the staircase before realizing Marty Fox and Tim sitting on the sofa staring at me with amused looks on their faces. I felt my entire face heat up and I wanted to crawl into a small hole and die.
People were going to think what they wanted to think and there wasn't much I could do about it. I didn't want people to get the wrong idea either. It wasn't like Tim and Marty were the type to gossip and run their mouths anyway.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I said lamely, trying to cover up any embarrassment I might have shown.
"Trust me Mathews." Marty grinned as he made a fake camera with his fingers, pretending to snap a picture. "It's all up here," he said, pointing to his head.
"Curly's in the shower," Tim said, a little too suggestively for my liking. I scrunched my nose as Marty let out a loud laugh. My brother always said it was easy to get under my skin and that was what made it so much fun. Apparently, he wasn't lying.
"I didn't ask." I raised an eyebrow at Tim. He nodded at me knowingly while Marty stifled back another laugh.
"Oh, so it's like that. I completely understand." He smirked and gave me a wink. I opened and shut my mouth, not knowing what to say and bit my tongue. This was officially embarrassing, the back of my neck was uncomfortably warm and all I really wanted was to get the hell out of there.
"I… should go," I hesitated before turning on my heel towards the door, which seemed further away then I remembered it being. I slammed the door shut before Tim or Marty could get another word in.
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I hadn't been walking long before Curly had caught up with me in Tim's car. The passenger window was already rolled down when he hunched down in his seat to look at me.
"Ain't you cold?" he said through the rolled down window. I glanced at him; I was freezing. It was the middle of winter and I was in a skirt, it was something I was pretty sure no girl could get used to.
"Come on, get in."
I sighed, knowing he wouldn't leave until I was home anyway, I might as well be warm. I opened the door when the car came to a stop, staring out the window when he started making his way to my place. He gave me a smug smirk as if he had won something. His hair was still wet and it made it look even curlier than it was normally.
"Are you embarrassed?" he teased, speeding off. Shaking my head partly at his arrogance and partly at his driving. I thought I was a bad driver, I held onto the armrest of the door. His bad driving could give Dallas a run for his money.
"Shut it," I said begrudgingly. He chuckled, tires spinning on the icy road as he took a sharp corner.
"You're kinda cute when you get angry," he said, holding back a laugh behind that damn smile.
"Yeah? Well, I'm about to get real fucking adorable," I said in a sweet voice; smirking to let him know I was just kidding around.
"Well I guess there's a first time for everything, huh?"
I must have forgotten my purse on the living room because there it was, sitting on the floor of the car by my feet. I was actually impressed that he had thought to grab it. It was pretty sweet of him.
"I guess so." I smirked as I picked up my purse from the floor and putting it on my lap.
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