Author's Note
Okay, I closed the polls and checked the results. I added the vote for Anonymous--blue--and all the options were tied, except for 'other'. And it just so happens that I used that 'other' [provided by Pepper2013, now called VampireNinjaK14. Congrats, by the way] for Tommy's eye color. But, in my judgment, I think using her suggestion for blue-gray eyes helped everyone win. Those who wanted blue eyes or gray got their choices mixed into one and...hazel...well, hazel is a mix of colors, not usually blue or gray, but still a mix. So, blue-gray eyes is mixed, and so is hazel, so everyone wins! ....Right?
Anonymous: Your so damned keen. I hadn't even caught that, and now I feel so 'tarded. Gah, your gift for thoroughness sometimes makes me wanna kiss you and then other times to spank you with a turkey leg. xD Just joking.
Wow, Invisible Truths was the first to review, and it was like, two minutes after I added the chapter. Nearly scared the crap out of me when I saw it. xD
That's okay, Yodes. I happen to love goldfish. I haven't had one for a year because my last one died. He drowned. x.x
swimgirl, I was pretty shocked when I read that you didn't like Tommy, but that was rather good, in a way. I like hearing people's opinions, and all different kinds of reviews. So, thank you. :]
So, thanks for the reviews, guys, the new reviewers and the guys make me feel so special.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, unlike Stephenie Meyer, but that won't stop me in my conquest.
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Having 'The Talk' with Tommy
I tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, singing only to the parts of the song I knew. "Here she comes again," I sang, bouncing up and down. "She makes me wanna sin, my heart stops when I think about her coming…" Okay, so I felt slightly gay when I was singing this song, but it was addicting. As soon as the song stopped, I pulled up to the café. I jumped out energetically and walked into the café with a triumphant spring in my steps. I may have looked like a prancing chicken, but I couldn't care less.
"Cassie!" Tommy greeted from behind the counter, grinning. I smiled back at him, and walked over to him. "Um, what are you wearing?" he asked, his eyes wide. I looked down, and I saw that my jacket, zipped up, covered both cheerleading shirt and skirt, and it looked like all I was wearing was a pair of socks and shoes.
I flushed brightly, unzipping my jacket so he could see. Tommy let out a sigh of relief, smiling. "Oh, God. And I thought my dreams had finally come true, too." He put his hand over his heart and pouted 'disappointedly' at me, but I could see the mischievous sparkle in his blue-gray eyes. Was it just me, or did everyone in this town have pretty eyes?
"So, what would be your desire?" he asked. "The usual?"
"Yeah," I said, fumbling with the pockets of my jacket. Dammit, I forgot my wallet! Tommy noticed this and chuckled. "Don't worry, Cass, I'll pay for you."
I smiled. "Thanks, buddy."
I walked off to my usual table while I waited for my order. This had become a routine between Tommy and I; I would come over, get the 'usual'—a cappuccino and a bagel, then I would sit down at my table and then Tommy would come over with two cappuccinos and two bagels. He worked here with his mom—a family business—but he didn't enjoy it, and took every chance he could get to blow it off. So, it was understatement to say he was happy when I came over.
"So," Tommy said, plopping down in the seat in front of me. "What's up with the whole outfit? I mean, not that I don't like it, because I certainly do—"
"I was giving Al a pep talk a-la-Cassie." I cut him off, gesturing grandly to the uniform. "And I must say that I totally kick ass as a cheerleader." I took a sip of my drink, and Tommy grinned slyly.
"I would've loved to see that. Perhaps you can give us a demonstration?" I smack his arm and he laughed. "What? Just a suggestion, Cass. So, what's happening in the waters of La Push? Anything I should know about?" He coughed 'Paul ', and I laughed.
"Things are…weird." I surmised after a moment of thinking, and Tommy eyed me suspiciously.
"You're cheating on me, aren't you?"
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh, please. How could I be cheating on you when there isn't anything between us?" Tommy narrowed his eyes at me, trying to wipe the smile off of his face.
"You wound me, love. Now, back to the matter at hand, what do you mean by 'weird'?" he asked, and I internally cursed him. He was too perceptive at times, especially when I didn't want him to be.
I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head back and letting out a giant sigh. "It's just after the almost-kiss, everything feels…changed. Like, one moment Paul and I are joking around, just like friends should, and then…I don't know. It's like the atmosphere changes and there's this…electricity surrounding us, and he looks at me so intensely. It's disturbing." There were lots of gaps in my explanation, like how Paul knew just about everything about me, and how well we fit together, and then how everyone was dropping none-too-subtle hints for me to get together with Paul. Emily was the worst about it, seeing as how the hormones were making her more blunt and daring.
Tommy nodded his head sagely. "Yes, I was afraid it was coming to this. Perhaps there was something I could have done to stop it…?"
"Tommy, what are you talking about?" I asked. Tommy rolled his eyes at me, exhaling out in a huff.
"It's so obvious, Cassie. I can't believe you don't even notice it. Hell, I sure would know if that happened to me. Well, I guess you're just oblivious—"
"Oh, come on and spill, Tommy. What are you talking about?"
"The sexual frustration, of course," he said matter-of-factly. I choked on the bagel piece I had just swallowed, and Tommy pounded on my back. When I finally got back my composure, I had to work to keep my tone low.
"What?!" I hissed. "Sexual frustration? What makes you think there is anything like that going on?!"
"Tsk tsk," Tommy tutted. "I see you must be inexperience in this area, so let me explain: you and Paul are obviously lusting after one another, and are too shy to get naked and jump in a sack together. A—Cassie, close your mouth; you don't want to catch any flies in there, do you?—anyways, back to my point: all you have to do to relieve it is make hot fudge-y love with the guy and, BOOM!, you're healed! But, I don't like that solution, so I can loan you one of my mom's smut books. But, if you find that doesn't work, you can always come over to my house an—"
"Stop. Right. There." I said, pinching his lips together. "There is no sexual frustration between me and Paul, and I am most certainly not going to have sex with him. And, that also goes with borrowing one of your mom's obscene books and I will most definitely not go over to your house and jump into bed with you!" His lips were trying to move, and his words were coming out in muffled noises. I let go of them, and he grinned at me.
"What makes you think I wanted to jump into bed with you?" he asked innocently. I glared at him.
"But," I mocked him. "If you find that doesn't work, you can always come over to my house an—' I think that sounded like an invitation."
"It only sounded like that because you cut me off by nearly pinching my lips off to shut me up. What I was trying to say was, 'But, if you find that doesn't work, you can always come over to my house and make brownies with me.' See? Don't you know that brownies have the ultimate healing power?"
I stared at him dumbly as he smirked arrogantly at me. "You evil bastard. You did that on purpose!" I accused.
He grinned largely at me, taking a large victory bite from his bagel. "Sure did. I just wanted to see your expression." He snickered, and I kicked his shin.
"But, back to the subject at hand: if you are going to do the hippety-dippety with him, I suggest you use protection. But, remember, there is no such thing as 'safe sex', and—hey! Where are you going?"
I grabbed my car keys off the table, zipping my jacket back up as I stood. "I'm afraid that facing the wrath of Al is far more appealing than having 'the talk' with you." I teased, and he smiled. That was the good thing about Tommy: he let me go when I wanted to without any objections.
"So, I'll see you again, right?" he asked.
"You might," I permitted. "If Al doesn't kill me, then the only other time you'll see me is when I am being lowered down into the ground."
"So, if you die, can I have your cheerleading outfit? I think it would look good on me." He said, winking. I laughed, shaking my head.
"It's Al's, but if she gets thrown into jail, then it's all yours."
"Yes!" he cried, pumping his fists in the air.
"Bye, Tommy." I said, giving him a hug. He laughed, squeezing me back tightly. "I'll see you 'round, Cass." I pulled back and headed to the door. Over my shoulder, I called out, "Pray for me!"
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