ZOMG. ONE MORE!!!

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Never thought that Lash and Layla had a past relationship beyond the movie? What? You never thought they could have been friends? Are you kidding me? Here! Have the story! My goodness, you've been missing out.

Past

"I want you to come home." She whispered shakingly, gasping to herself as she looked up at him. "I want you to come home, and stay with me. With Mum, and Sarah." A tear fell and she swatted at her cheek. "Lash, you're leaving soon. You've got to."

His finger seemed to be tracing out her features, and he could only smile. "I know. And I'll be with you - don't worry Lahlah."

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"What time was he supposed to come out?" Amanda asked out loud, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned back to rest her spine against the car. Sarah frowned as she reached into her front pocket, the time slip being tugged out, but the woman had a bit of trouble removing the crinkles.

"Noon." Layla whispered, her head sitting atop her arms from her place in the backseat, a look of shear boredom written across her face. All three women peered at the clock inside Amanda's car, and then grumbled. It was only 11:45.

"We, we could go out to lunch once he comes out, right?" Sarah wondered, looking towards the jail gates, drumming her fingers against the car. Layla sighed, and looked towards the ground, humming a soft tune that she thought would make Lash feel a little better. Maybe.

"He's your son, Sarah. And if you're hungry, we'll gladly go wherever you'd like to go." Amanda placed a comforting hand to Sarah's shoulder, and smiled. "Promise."

"Yeah. And I promise to let you have his first hug." Layla giggled, avoiding a swat of her mother's hand. Even though she saw Sarah's glowing smile, Amanda was a stern mother. Now and forever. "Oh, Mum, stop it. You know I was just kidding."

Tipler smacked him in the back, a look of short sadness overcoming the man's face. "Tip, maybe you should quit being a guard and start bein' a bus driver up at the high school. They pay big money to have you keep the secret, drive the bus." Lash smirked, and got backhanded as the older man opened the door to the entrance lobby. Just outside that door, and Lash would be gone forever. His hands flew wildly in laughter, and Tipler gave him a look of thought.

"You know, that doesn't sound so bad, really. Yeah, I could go for that." Lash led him out first, and stretched slightly, seeing the noon sun. It looked so much glorious and brighter, now that he was away from the jailhouse. Looking behind him, he watched the front door close, and sighed, inhaling just a taste of the fresher air. No longer would he have to suffer with kids with poor hygiene. No longer would he have to suffer with asshole kids who thought they were cool with their stupid little pocketknives.

And what was better now, was that Speed was getting out in the middle of the summer. The two would be ruling the school once again next year. It sounded amazing.

"Lash!" A woman screamed from beyond the gate only 100 yards away. He smiled, and turned his face back to where Tipler was leading him. It was his mother. "Get your ass over here! Boy..." He could only smile, seeing his mother approach the gate with a stern look on her face. "Mackenzie, hurry it up. I want to hold my son."

"Right then, Sarah." He called, picking up his pace to reach the gate. Pulling out the keys, Lash peered over into the car, seeing Layla slowly reach for the handle from the inside, taking a graceful step out and away from the silver compact. Their eyes met, and Lash's insides exploded once her smile had shown. Tipler smiled at Sarah nervously as he tried each key, but Lash pushed him aside, smirking as he lifted his pointer finger, having it morph into what looked like a key. Tipler and the women watched as he skillfully twisted his digit around on the inside of the lock, and they all heard the short, squeak of the door opening. "Well, uh, that was easy."

"My boy!" Sarah cried, pushing the gate away to wrap her arms around her son. He was a few inches taller than she was now, but he hugged her tightly, a smile on his face. "My boy. My Lash, you're free."

"I am, Mum." He whispered, feeling her let go to push him slightly into Layla. Her eyes were closed, or they looked to be, since her face was lowered, but there was a large smile upon her face.

"Hi, Lash."

He lowered his self to a bit above her height, since their difference was so great now, and whispered words as he stared into her eyes. "I believe you said that I was allowed a kiss once I got outta here." He watched her bite her lip, and look up at him, smiling.

"You wanted that now?" She whispered, feeling his arms wrap around her waist, picking her up and latching her onto his skinny hips. Pushing her back so that she pressed against him, he spun her a few times, arching her back to hold her in a different way. Bridal style.

"Alright, before anything else happens, Lash, I'd like a hug." Amanda said awkwardly, taking a step towards them after he set Layla down.

Layla smiled, letting him grip her hand lightly as he pulled away from her, coming into step with Amanda. "Panda."

"Hah, Lash. I missed you, kid." He chuckled once, giving the woman a big, loud kiss upon the forehead, being ushered towards the car by Sarah.

"Let's go out to eat, shall we? Lash, sit in back with Layla. I wanna drive this time, can I?" Amanda merely laughed, nodding her head as Layla opened the backdoor to slide in first. "Where do you wanna go, Lash? Chinese? Italian? Fast food? What?"

"Chinese is good!" Layla commented, but Lash rolled his eyes, buckling himself in after sitting beside her, taking her right hand to place in his left.

He laughed. "No Chinese. How about we just go home?"

"Which house?" Amanda asked.

"Yours. It's been my own since I can remember, Panda." Sarah smiled at this comment, and took a right hand turn. Lash faced Layla, dipping his face close to hers as she tossed her legs up into his lap, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "Lay..."

"Mm?"

He lifted their hands to kiss her knuckles, closing his eyes and breathing in her strawberry scent. He's wanted this for so long. "I've missed you." He knew she could hear the hints in his voice. He knew she was thinking about the nights she snuck inside.

"You wanna stay the night, too?" Amanda had asked Sarah quietly, but not so quiet that it slipped past Lash and Layla's ears.

"Yes." They said automatically, wrapping their arms around each other the best they could, smiling to each other.

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They sat next to each other at the table; their hands still entwined. Both Sarah and Amanda couldn't be glowing any harder. But it brought questions, and demands.

"Now if we go with the usual sleeping arrangements, you have to promise us that there won't be any funny business going on."

"What?" Lash chuckled, almost spitting out his cheese and broccoli. "What are you talking about?" Layla could only raise an eyebrow, taking a bite out of her mashed potatoes.

"The big bed is downstairs, and we won't have a lot of time to move everything around in Layla's room. So you'd be sharing her twin bed - and since you're older..." Sarah had started, getting a weary look from Amanda.

Layla spit out her potatoes. "Are you talking about sex?!" The redhead shook her head multiple times. "No, no. Mom, Sare, we wouldn't do that." She gave a nervous laugh, and Lash dropped their hands from the top of the table to Layla's right thigh, giving her nervous twiddles of his fingertips.

"Yeah, we wouldn't. We just missed each other, Mom." Lash said to the woman on his far right, giving them both a short, flat-lined smile after clattering his fork to the table. "Think I might go up to bed now, actually."

"Me too." Layla disappeared shortly after him, and the mothers exchanged a knowing look.

"The intuition is kicking in, isn't it?" Sarah asked, getting a nod in reply. "Ha, what time do you think they'll lock the door and sneak out the window?"

"Eh, 2:15." She said, tossing her hand to the side, her face twisted in thought. "Yeah, around there."

"Me too." They laughed.

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"Lahlah." He whispered into the darkness, holding her still with his hands on her hips, his forehead upon hers. "I've missed this." She tried to squirm with little laughs, and wrapped herself around him, letting him pick her up again to latch her into his waist. When he pushed her back to press her against him, her lips were mere centimeters away from his. Eyes half open, she held still, a whisper escaping her mouth.

"You want that kiss now?" It made Lash's blood boil to know that his lips weren't already planted against hers, but they made it. With a powerful crush of her mouth, Lash held the back of her head so that she couldn't go anywhere. She lifted her fingers to race through his hair, and he had pushed just a little more, causing Layla to tug on strands, pushing him to the limit to where he'd knock her onto her back. Landing on the bed, Lash tossed Layla's arms above her head, holding her wrists down gently before planting a soft kiss on each one, each bruise that trailed down her arms.

"No more." He growled, kissing her forehead after glaring at the bruises, his eyes now for Layla's. Quickly releasing her hands, she ran them through his hair again, staring deeply at him.

"Lash..." He moved to the side, touching her cheek softly, stroking her face as she entwined a leg around his. "We're back to our old selves." He chuckled, dipping his head down and into her neck, kissing her collarbone freely.

"Yeah, we are." His lips pressed lightly against her collarbone for a second time, and his arms wrapped around her torso 5 times before he brought her closer to him. "It's good to be back."

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He's back in the real world!

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