A/N Yay for speedy updates! Yay for me not boring you with things to say, because I don't have any.
Disclaimer: I bought the first season today... Does that count? I don't think so... :(
The unsteady beat of a ball and a lot of yelling could be heard as Allison rounded the corner on her way to Wilson's house. She couldn't see his driveway, which she knew the sound was coming from, because of the swell of land that was the front yard. But she could see Lisa and Amber sitting on the steps cemented into the ground.
She jogged up the side of the yard, and crouched down next to the two girls.
"Who's winning?" She asked, following their eyes to the three guys, and Thirteen, playing ball.
"No idea."
"Don't care." Lisa and Amber said overlapping each other. As they watched their boyfriends move about the court. Getting considerably physically exerted.
"I forgot to give this back to Thirteen, do you think they're going to stop anytime soon?" Allison asked, moving from the crouch she had been in, to sit on the rough cement stair. Holding up the purple sweatshirt.
"I hope not." Amber stated, moving to rest her chin in her hands. Watching James with her eyes. Allison rolled hers. She should have known that if she came these two would just be gawking at their sweating boyfriends.
But it beat sitting at home with her brothers. With all her friends just around the corner. She twisted one of her bracelets around her wrist, thinking about maybe attempting to start a conversation with the girls. But knowing it would be fruitless. She then looked back up at the court.
The teams appeared to be House, and Thirteen against Eric, and James. Not a fair fight she thought. Usually none of the guys could beat Foreman, he was the star of the basketball team. But Thirteen seemed to do so with ease.
House dribbled the ball, close to the hoop, surrounded by James and Eric, he paused. Glancing between the two, then back at Thirteen who was standing off to the side. Mouthing pass it repeatedly. He did just that, and she caught it. Dribbling quickly, as she raced for the hoop.
Eric and James seemed dumbfounded for a moment. Before Wilson turned to cover House, and Eric took off to block Thirteen's coming shot.
Allison's focus didn't wander from Thirteen long. She blamed it on the fact that she had the ball. But even after she shot it, and didn't have the ball for a good couple minutes, Allison kept watching her.
The brunette had her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her tee-shirt kept ridding up as she stretched to shoot, pass, and catch the ball. She had a smooth creamy almost olive toned stomach. Allison's view journeyed higher to her chest. The tee-shirt she was wearing didn't do much for, or take away from it. The clingy material said something but Allison was to busy inspecting what was underneath it to tell.
She jolted out of her inspection of the brunette when she realized Lisa had been saying something to her, and blushed furiously looking down at her knees when she realized just what she had been doing.
She hugged her knees to her chest, realizing that Lisa had just been talking about her latest gossip and drama. The one down side to having Lisa as your best friend. She tried not to thinking about the fact that she had just been checking Thirteen out.
"I'm mean really? Didn't he try to get back with you, like, today?" Allison heard the curly brunette say. Shaking her head with a disgusted look on her face.
"What?" Allison asked, noticing the expectant look on her best friend's face. Amber making an equally grossed out face.
"Chase, I saw him making out with Sandy after school." Lisa said rolling his eyes, and made a grossed out noise in the back of her throat.
"Yeah, I really, don't even want to talk about him." She buried her face in her arms, resting on her knees. Where Thirteen's sweatshirt rested, it smelled really nice, and she really just wanted to loose herself in that smell. It had faded slightly since lunch and she dreaded having to give it back.
She felt Lisa's hand on her shoulder. "We don't have to, he's an ass." She rubbed the smaller girls shoulder, until she looked up from her hiding place.
"He is." Allison agreed.
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"Hey, do you want a drink or something?" James asked Remy who was standing with her hands on her knees, catching her breath, again. Trying again not to turn into a wheezing mess.
"If that's okay..." She asked, between gasps. She knew she should have used her inhaler. "I have asthma." She added, hoping he didn't tell the other guys.
"Yeah, sure, the kitchen's just in through the garage." The lanky guy said, nodding to the man door by on the conjoined garage to the house.
"Thanks." She replied. Catching her breath and entering.
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"Hey, I forgot to give you your sweatshirt back." Allison said offering the purple garment up as she entered Wilson's kitchen.
"Oh thanks." Remy leaned against the counter slightly. Sipping from a glass of water. She felt a little awkward. Wilson had said that no one was home, but she still felt weird, alone in the kitchen of his huge empty house.
"I still can't believe you beat Eric so many times. You're like really good." The blonde said, chuckling, and coming to lean against the counter too.
"I played basketball for my school for like ever before I moved." Thirteen took another sip of water. The praise from the blonde, and her close proximity giving her butterflies about as bad as her first day of school.
"Why did you? Move that is." Allison asked, turning to face the brunette, and realizing just how close they were. She moved over a bit. Simply because being that close to her made her nervous in a way that made think of her old crush on House.
"My dad." She rolled her eyes. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't an answer either. She had never been quick to divulge, but something about this girl made her want to. But she had to stay safe, keep her walls up.
"Oh." Allison wanted to know more, but didn't pry. A moment of only Remy drinking her water passed but Allison just wanted to know one more thing.
"What's your real name? I mean..., it's not really Thirteen is it?" She didn't seem to care if it was. Remy bounced on her heels, contemplating telling her. There was no real reason not to.
"Remy." She finally said. Looking to the blonde for her reaction.
"Remy." She tested it out, turning to the brunette as she did. "I like it." She decided before turning back to face the cupboard across the kitchen. Remy liked the sound of it on the blonde's tongue.
"Thanks, had it all my life." Remy flashed her a charming smile. Allison giggled, Remy thought that she was really adorable when she did. The way her nose scrunched up, and her eyes sparkled. Stop it. She scolded herself, this girl was obviously straight, and she didn't need people knowing about her not straightness.
"We should probably go back out there." Remy said after a couple moments of comfortable silence.
"Yeah." Allison agreed. Following Remy to the door. She then caught onto one of Remy suspenders. Which were dangling around her knees.
"What?" She jumped as it stretched to it's extent spinning around, and causing the strap to snap back and smack her in the thigh. Allison giggled again. Cupping her hand over her mouth.
"Why?" She asked. Looking down and seeing Allison tug at another one, before letting it snap back.
"I don't know." She shrugged, smiling. "I like them." She added. "They're corky. In a good way." Remy felt a flush in her cheeks, and tried to force it back down. Allison walked around her. Adding "they suit you." As she did and dropped down the three steps to the garage door.
What the hell? Came to mind. As she watched the blonde's back. Trying to remind herself again that this girl was straight.
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"We should definitely do this again some time." Wilson said smiling. As they all got ready to go.
"Hey, Allie, I can give you a ride." Lisa called to the blonde as she turned to head home. It was late enough that the street lamps had come on, and there was a late night chill in the air. Allison again had forgotten a sweatshirt.
"Thirteen I'll take you home if you want." Eric offered. After a moment of her standing between the two cars parked at the curb. Not knowing what to do.
"If that's cool with you?" She said, sliding her suspenders up over her shoulder's, and her hoodie on over top. Noting that it had taken on a somewhat flowery scent while Allison had had it.
Eric's car was a red convertible mustang. She wondered if all of these kids had money. It was also really clean for a teenage boy she noticed. He tossed his basketball in the back seat. Before turning on the engine and throwing it in reverse, and pulling out of his parallel park.
"So, where exactly do you live?" He asked, pulling it down the street. Remy fidgeted in the passenger seat. Suddenly very self-conscious of her home. As she pictured it in comparison to Wilson's and the ones around his. But she forced it aside, knowing that Foreman was expecting directions.
"Yeah, um, go straight here, then left at that pizza place. Uh.., right at this light. Down this street." She continued her directions. Stumbling over her words as she tried to remember the street name of that her house was on, or the address. Much less how to get there. Trying not to get them confused with old ones. "Oh wait no left here, left." She said at the last moment before Eric pulled into the wrong lane.
He looked at her skeptically before he did. It wasn't the first time she had changed her directions at the last moment. Finally they pulled down the right street. Remy was wishing he could just stop at the end, and she could walk the rest. She really, really didn't want him to see her house.
"It's... this one." She mumbled as they pulled up to her little house. "See you at school tomorrow." She said. Reaching to open the door. "Thanks for the ride."
"Hey, Thirteen. I... I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?" Thirteen looked back to him.
"Uh- sure." She nodded, thinking of that afternoon, basketball with the guys had been fun.
"Cool..., you're different." He stated smiling. "I like that." Then he leaned over the parking brake.
"Woah!" She yelped, throwing out a hand on his chest. "What are you doing?" Remy asked, eyebrows raised.
"I mean, I thought you said..." He stumbled. Seeming embarrassed.
"I said we could hang out. Like today. Like with the guys, and Lisa, and Allison." She looked from side to side. Avoiding his eyes.
"Is it because you're gay?" He asked falling back into his seat. No conviction in his voice. Just a small knowing tone. Remy sat there staring at him with huge eyes for a couple seconds before regaining control of herself and shaking her head slowly with a face only to be described as 'what the fuck?'
"I'm not gay?" She tried to keep the conviction behind her tone. It had never been an easy thing for her to lie about.
"Oh really? Is that why you find Allison's chest so interesting? Or Lisa's?" A mocking tone had come into his voice, and she could feel her heart in her throat.
"I'm not, I'm... I'm." She looked at her lap, biting violently into her lip. Bisexual, her first two new schools she had just come out readily. Not caring. It wasn't the best way to make friends though. The occasional 'girlfriend' yes. But she always ending up being an experiment.
"What? I won't tell them if you don't want me to. Although trust me, they won't care. House will probably tease you but, he'll tease you about anything." Eric really seemed like a great guy. Remy twisted the bottom of her sweatshirt. Debating to tell him or not.
"I'm bisexual." She looked up at him. He was just nodding.
"Okay." She gave him a raised eyebrow. Really? Look. "I don't care. Sorry about that though." He motioned between them. "Just reading your signals wrong." He let out a small laugh. Which Remy joined into.
"I should go." She said then. Not particularly wanting to leave the nice, friendly atmosphere in Foreman's car, for the lonely angry atmosphere of her house that hung around her dad.
"Yea... see you tomorrow at school." He declared. Flicking the unlock all for the doors. She threw him a smile.
"Thanks for the ride." Remy added in the door. Then closed it. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, and turned to face her house. She took a deep breath knowing what was in store for her inside.
A lot of yelling. She hugged her hoodie to her, and breathed in the faint smell Allison had left on it. It gave her a jittery feeling. The same one she got around the blonde. She didn't mind one bit.
A/N Possible, slight Camteen flirting? You decide. Anyway, I'm obsessed with writing this. Which is wonderful for you guys, bad for my mom who thinks I already spend too much time on the computer. Oh well you guys take priority. So review! It spurs on my obsession.