never there Chapter 4: new wave, a lords of dogtown fanfic

I realize the chapter before this wasn't great. Sorry guys. It just needed to be finished.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Except like Kimber and her family.

Note: this chapter starts off with Donnie leaving. I know that in the first chapter I said Kent because I had looked it up and that's what it said. But then watching the movie again it says Donnie. So they're the same person. Sorry about that!

"God dammit!" Jay screamed. I flinched back at the sound of his anger. Donnie had just left, and he was taking it hard. I had come over to apologize for how I acted at the party, but he had forgotten and now I was comforting him outside a shabby motel we had skated to.

"Jay…" I whispered.

"No, you just shut up!" he snapped. Oh no. This wasn't going to go well.

"Jay, listen to me," I said forcefully. "This happened to me too!"

"Yeah, but your mom has Ted now! Who the hell is going to support mine?"

"I don't know," I whimpered. It pained me to see him like this.

"Exactly!" he shouted again. His came closer to me and I thought he was going to hit me. He looked furious. I shrunk a little, but didn't move. I could take a punch.

"Kimber," he said softer, but just as forceful.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," he said in a voice quieter than a whisper. This confused me. His eyes looked as though he was fighting with himself, a silent war was raging in his head. He examined my face with those beautiful eyes.

"For what?" I asked.

"This," he muttered as his face moved closer. It took me by complete shock when his soft lips met mine. At first I froze, not realizing what was happening. Then I took my hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer. He didn't object and grabbed my waist and shoved my body against his own. Both of us were fighting for the leading position in the kiss. Our bodies tangled around each other, there seemed to be no opening between them. Both of us molded to the other flawlessly, like two puzzle pieces. Then my brain caught up with my actions. I pulled away, but he held onto me.

"Jay," I mumbled, instead of listening he kissed my neck.

I tried again. "Your drunk, stop," he didn't listen and continued with the kissing of my neck.

"Jay!" I said loudly. He brought his face up, but didn't release his hold on me. I didn't mind. "We can't do this, you don't like me. Not this way," it almost brought tears to my eyes. It was probably that time of the month.

"What are you talking about?"

"We're just friends."

"I wan to be more."

"No you fucking don't! You just want to get laid!" my eyes were leaking.

"No, I don't, I love you."

"You are so wasted." His grip loosened. I felt like I had been in this position way too many times, but never with Jay. I broke free and stomped away. The tears running freely as he stood there dumbfounded.

I approached the pale blue car I would ride in to Del Mar. My legs were numb with nerves and excitement. But there was also a twinge of anxiety. I was going to see Jay today for the first time in a week. I had seen Stacy and Tony and we were fine. But with Jay I was just embarrassed. Today I had to ride for an hour or more with him? How would this happen?

"Hey, Kimber, man, you ready?" asked Skip from the drivers seat.

"Yeah, man," I replied opening the trunk and throwing my board into it. Then I slid into the backseat where Jay, and Tony were sitting. Tony moved to the middle seat. Sid was upfront.

"Hey bitch!" Tony called laughing.

"Shut up bastard," I replied. Tony and I lived to make fun of each other.

"Oh will do," he said still grinning. I didn't bother to look at Jay. I was most likely overreacting, but then so was he.

"Hey, what are ya'll going to do?" Sid asked, looking back at us. He obviously thought we were prepared.

"Well, I'll be doing Kimber," Tony said raising his eyebrows at me. Jay glared at Tony. Skip whistled.

"Oh no you will not."

"Why who hasn't done you? Give him a chance!" Jay piped up.

"You shut the fuck up you man whore."

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through, ooh nice socks," Skip's voice slurred to all the people in line to sign in. Jay, Tony, Sid, Red Dog, Peggy, Shogo, Bob and the rest of the team were all following along in his wake.

"Red Dog, man you ready to kick these pansies asses?" I asked him.

"Hell yeah babe. Hey but if that happens you'll drink in celebration and then make-out with another chick, right?" I hit him in the arm. While we were talking Skip sweet-talked the guy at the sign in sheet and we were in. The scene that my eyes met repulsed me. It was a straight wooden glossed over plane.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.

"Dude, what the hell are we supposed to do on this frickin' table top?" Red Dog shouted. As we moved in closer I saw many preppy boys doing moves I did when I was six. I couldn't help but laugh. We sat down, my mouth still hanging open.

"Kimber," a voice whispered in my ear. I recognized it as Jays. How did I end up next to him?

"What?" I asked looking at him. I tried to make my expression harsh, but it just wouldn't cooperate.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Whatever."

"Come on, can we just forget about it?" he asked.

"Forget about what?" he flinched at the harshness in my words.

"Next up riding for Zephyr Skate Team is Jay Adams," said a male voice.

"Your up," he had frozen staring at me. Then he raised himself and went over to the judging table and gave them something I couldn't see. The beginning riffs of Black Sabbaths 'Iron man' began to play. I then knew what he gave them. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was truly amazing. So… aggressive. I loved it. I cheered along with the rest of the team. He finished and returned to where we were sitting. I couldn't help but stand with the rest of the team and congratulate him.

"Hey! You totally blew me away!" I heard a voice say. I turned and the smile slid off my face. It was Gabrielle. This girl I had never gotten along with.

"What? You wanna blow me?" Jay said laughing. All the guys laughed with him. I tried to tune out whatever her answer would be, but couldn't.

"Maybe!" she said with a grin of her own and turned to walk away. Slut.

"Next up, an independent skater, Stacy Peralta," the same male voice said. My head whipped back around. The long blonde hair of Stacy shone in the sunlight. He seemed to be glowing. My mouth dropped. I had heard that Jay broke the news to him but had avoided the topic when with him.

"Dude, it was a bitchin' punch," I said jokingly. It was completely wrong for the mood. I was standing at the back with Tony and Kathy. The judges were announcing the second place winner. Tony had the highest score, but because the head judge or whatever made a slur on his race, Tony had hit him. He then was bumped down to third.

"Second place, Jay Adams," the announcer shouted. Jay pranced up to him snatched the trophy and grabbed a girl around her waist to plant a kiss. Jealousy reared up inside of me. I could feel my face going red. He broke it off, and looked directly at me. There was no smile on his face, nor on mine. He didn't brake off the stare until he was engulfed by the audience. I then saw Stacy walk up politely and take the first place trophy. He couldn't stop smiling and I couldn't blame him.

I threw my board in the trunk of the car. I felt as mad as Tony. I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder and saw Stacy who won first standing there.

"Congrats," I said with a forced smile.

"Thanks," he said, a broad grin on his face. He looked around and then asked, "So what's up with you and Jay?"

"Well, you know, he's just an ass," I said trying to make the conversation light.

"Don't play that game," he said seeing right through that.

"Nothing's wrong."

"I know what it is," he said a smile regaining its place on his face. "You love him."

"Shut up!" I said.

"I knew it! I knew it!" I threw myself at him and took him to the ground with my hand on his mouth.

"Stace," I said I was on top of him. "Never say anything, or you die. Okay?" He licked my hand and I brought it off. He took both my wrists in each of his hands and flipped me to the ground so he was straddled on top of me.

"What are you gonna do?" I dared him.

"Eh, this is as far as I thought it through. But I do have great blackmail now," he said as he got up and gave me a hand.

"Great," I sighed as he waved goodbye and walked to his car. I leaned against the car and watched people. Tony marched up to me.

"Hey, man," I said.

"Hey, Kimber," he sighed.

"T.A. I'm so sorry," I tried to say. He looked at me and then to the ground, then back up to me, his curly hair bouncing all the time.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"I know what will cheer you up."

And with that I got Tony Alva stoned. He was much happier and so was I, also being high.

We got into the car when Jay, Sid, and Skip finally turned up. They knew we were high, and simply smirked. I leaned onto Tony's shoulder and played with his curls.

"They're just so bouncy," I said much louder than necessary. He looked at me and smiled a dopey smile.

"I'm hungry," he said suddenly.

"Oh my god! Me too! Skip I want French Fries! Now!" I yelled. He groaned and then turned into the diner we had already decided to go to.

After we had been seated, gotten our food, and Stacy had shown up, I was regaining a little bit of sense, enough to see Jay watching Kathy Alva very closely. But not enough to remember why I was so mad at him. What was it again? As I pondered this, a cold liquid hit me in the neck and face. I threw my fries in the direction I thought the water had come from. Everyone was throwing their food.

"Stop, Stop! You can't act like that here!" said a pudgy man who waddled up to us. "This is a family restaurant!"

His voice annoyed me and I stood up and threw my cup of Coke at him, staining his yellow shirt. Everyone laughed and started throwing food, but Skip laughed the loudest. Then Sid threw some lettuce and the man grabbed him. Skip lunged for the man, but he hit him.

"Hey! Hey! This is a family restaurant!" Montoya yelled separating the two. But Skip broke loose and rejoined the fight.

We drove home until it was only Jay, me and Skip in the car. I was almost asleep in the front seat when I heard Skip.

"Jayboy, you kicked ass."

"See you, Skip."

I didn't open my eyes until I heard Skip start to drive again.

"So, didn't wanna say bye, eh?" he said. How did he know? I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I figured it'd be easier to just…"

"Not talk? That's not like you. I've noticed you've been different lately. What's wrong maggot?"

"I haven't been different," I lied.

He was silent for a second. Then,

"Jayboy likes you."

"So?"

"Different like. It's like likes actually likes. You know?"

"Um… no."

"I think you do."

"Look Skip…"

"Hey, don't 'Skip' me. I know things when I see them. You didn't see him the day after he found out about Roger."

"You mean Ryan?"

"Whatever," he said exasperatedly. "You know what I mean. And I think you should give him a chance. He's a good kid."

"Yeah I know that, but we're just friends," why did I keep saying that?

"Whatever you say you little punk." We pulled up to my house and he said goodnight and kicked me out of his car.

The cold wind whipped my hair around my face.

"It's still flat," Sid said.

"Three days in a row," Jay sighed.

I was standing on the pier with them, watching the now flat gray water.

"Hey!" called the familiar voice of Tony, who threw a small rock at us. "Get in!"

Next to him stood Stacy stuffing his face with a sandwich.

We ran to the car with Stacy driving, Jay up front, and me, Tony, and Sid in the back. I had no idea where we were going, until we left Dogtown, and entered the Valley.

"What the fuck?" I asked Tony who was directing.

"You'll see," he said.

We drove into a nice neighborhood, where people were leaving their house.

"Stop, stop, stop. Here," Tony said quickly as the car rolled to a stop.

"Hey, isn't that the girl from Del Mar?" Stacy said, looking back at Tony. He nodded.

"Ooh," I crooned.

"Guys, what are we doing here?" Sid wondered. Tony hit him in the stomach.

"Shut up boy. And sit back," he demanded.

Meanwhile in the front seat, Jay was playing with Stacy's window. He rolled it down, back up, and then tried down again. But he never finished because the handle broke.

"Dammit, Jay! Do you know how much this is gonna cost me? Your and idiot!" Stacy yelled. The rest of us sniggered, as Jay whispered, "Jesus."

"Get down, get down, get down!" Tony said as the people who were leaving finally pulled out of their driveway. We all ducked and heard the car rumble down the street. We took our boards and got out of Stace's car. We tried unsuccessfully to hide them under our shirts and jogged to the white wooden fence that led to a backyard.

"Dude are we gonna rob this place?"

Tony then showed us a set of keys.

"Damn, dude," I said.

We ran through the yard to and empty pool. Alva had jumped in before I registered anything.

"This wave breaks 24 hours a day, every day. And you know what bros? We're gonna be the first to ride it!" he said from the pool.

"Fucking brilliant!" I called darting into the pool after him. The others followed. I felt the wall. It was so steep. I was so excited.

"There's no way, this is too gnarly," Stacy said from the other side.

"Not if you got the balls," Tony yelled running into Jay. We all ran to the shallow side of the empty pool. Mad Dog went first. He rode down the slope and tried going up the side underneath the diving board. His board came out from under him and he fell to the ground.

"Aw," we all seemed to moan together.

It happened to Stacy too, except he slid down the side.

And again to Jay, who fell with a backflip to the bottom.

Then I tried. I went down the slope with the familiar swooping sensation in my stomach and gained speed going up the wall. But the board stayed on the pool wall, while I fell to the bottom like the others. I saw my board still sliding when I fell and threw my hands over my head just in time, as it came to hit me. I pushed it, and tried to feel if anything hurt. Other than some stinging, which was normal, I was fine and returned to the other side.

Jay shouted, "It's this stupid diving board!" We ran up to move it and Jay pushed it away himself. And back into the pool we went.

Alva started again.

"Hit it low," Jay said.

Tony pulled it off.

Then Jay went.

"Over the light!"

"Whoa…"

"Damn!"

And Stacy after that went over the light perfectly too.

I then succeeded going over the light.

Sid tried, but his board popped out and he fell with a crash to the floor, and didn't move. We ran to look at him. Tony poked him with his board. Sid stirred and looked at us.

"Aw, ah," were the noises he made.

"Are you alright, man?" Stacy asked.

"I-I can't feel my feet," this scared me but he continued sticking a joint in his mouth, "But then again, I can never feel my feet," he finished laughing.

Jay hit him on the head, and we began to skate once more.

It began that day, and then we had binoculars searching for empty pools. The group began to get bigger and bigger. And we were getting better. We soon had people watching us and cops searching for us.

"Hey, dude, which way do I live?" I panted. Jay and I had ran from a house and gotten separated from the others. The setting sun had disappeared to complete darkness. I had no idea where we were.

"Aw, shit," I groaned.

"Nah, man I'll get you home," he said looking around and still wearing the hat he had stolen from the old man.

"Really? And how are you gonna do that?"

"Just follow me," he sighed going left down an alleyway. I ran to catch up with him. I didn't realize it but it was weird being alone with Jay now. We had never resolved the issue and hadn't ever been alone since. After a few minutes of silence,

"So… what's up?" I said stupidly. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Kimber, we need to figure this out."

"What?" I asked.

"You know what," he said and stopped walking. I sat down on the curb directly under and orange streetlight.

"So, what is it?" I said, wanting him to start.

"That night when we kissed. What did you mean by it?"

"God, you're serious tonight," I teased.

"Just answer the damn question," he pressed on.

"Okay, okay… um… I just got caught up in it you know?" he nodded and sat next to me. His face glowed the gold orange light of the streetlamp, making his eyes dark, but still as piercing.

"Wait, what did you mean?" I asked him.

"I really meant it," he said solemnly.

"Really?"

"I guess… I mean… I really fucked up our relationship, huh?" he said at an attempt for a laugh.

"Wait, you meant it though?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," he said, his face in his hands. I took one hand in my own and used my other to turn his face to me.

"Damn, you fuck everything up," I sighed as I moved inwards to him. Our lips met again, and the natural feeling seemed to crawl up inside of us. It just felt right. He began to lie down on the hard pavement and let my frame lay on top of his. His hands on my hips and mine now on his bare chest, we stayed, making out until common sense washed over us.

"You know," he said, now back to his normal self, "I wasn't drunk when I said I loved you."

"We're you high?"

"Flying."

"That explains it," I said smirking. He sat upright pulling me into the sitting position also.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked him.

"I think right."

"No you idiot, I mean like…"

"Oh, I guess, we could, be like a, you know…"

"Yeah, sure… that'd be fine," I stood to my feet.

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I know where I want this to go, but its getting there.

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-lette.