Chapter 5

As Crash drove his way home, he still could not figure out why he began to like Pasadena. Was it that she is attractive, or that they have a couple of things in common? Or for a more reasonable answer, could it be both? As the questions raced through the young bandicoot's mind, he tried to figure it out. Why now? Why not when they first met? Could it be that time was a necessity for him to grow fond of Pasadena? Questions, but no answer. When they arrived home, Crash pressed the button in the jeep to lower down the garage door. Luckily, there was enough room for the truck and the car to fit.

Crash: Home, sweet home.

Pasadena: (chuckles) Yeah. Look, Crash, I'm sorry for what I did earlier. I had no idea what came over me.

Crash: Yeah, that doesn't leave the car. What happens in the jeep, stays in the jeep.

Pasadena: Yeah, right.

Crash: Well, it's only 7 o' clock. Wanna watch a movie or somethin?

Pasadena: Yeah, sure.

As the marsupials headed in, Crash flicked the light switch off. They made their way toward the living room, where Pasadena sat down on the couch while Crash went to the TV to grab the remote and turned it on.

Crash: Ok...(browses through channels) Let's see what's on.

Crash channel surfed while trying to find a good movie to watch. Crash avoided any romantic movies, for his mixed emotions for the light brown possum was enough for today. Unfortunately, a lot of romance movies were on.

Crash: Damn it. Nothing but romance. There's gotta be something. Come on, seriously? No horror? No action? No comedies? Where's the good stuff?

Pasadena: Is there something wrong?

Crash: Oh, no, just gimme a sec. Come on, come on. Wait, you have DVDs. Actually, there is nothing good on TV. We have a couple of DVDs though, feel free to pick.

Pasadena: (gets up and walks over) Ok, whaddya got?

As Pasadena walked over to the TV, Crash opened the drawers that were in the table holding the TV. Crash decided to set the DVD player up. Power? Check. Input channel? Check. Control? Check.

Crash: Hope she picks something good.

Pasadena: How bout this one? (holds up Die Hard)

Crash: Thank God. Yeah, great.

Two Hours Later

Pasadena: Great movie.

Crash: Pretty much one of my top ten favorites.

Pasadena: (looks at watch) It's getting close to late night. I guess I'll sleep here for tonight. If that's okay with you?

Crash: Well, there isn't any other place to sleep nearby, plus I can't just kick you out.

Pasadena: Thanks, see you in the morning. (snuggles on couch)

Crash: What are you doing?

Pasadena: Well, I was going to sleep here until you brought up that question.

Crash: (chuckles) Pas, my family's not here. You can sleep in Coco's room for tonight.

Pasadena: Really? Thanks.

Crash and Pasadena walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Crash: First door on the left is the bedroom. The next one is the bathroom if you need to go.

Pasadena: Thanks. (kisses Crash on the cheek) It's really nice of you to let me stay. (walks away)

Crash: No problem. (sighs) Pas, wait.

Pasadena: What is it?

Crash: Alright, well, first thing's first. What's with the damn kisses? Is that how you say "Thank you" where you're from? Second of all, are you sure? Cause I'm getting mixed signals here.

Pasadena: (nervously) Well, Crash. It's just-

Crash: It's just what?

Pasadena: (more nervous) It's just...I can't...I...(sighs) I can't explain it, but what you're doing is making me nervous. Not only that, but what you've done today is really sweet of you Crash. You gave me food to eat, you towed my car, and you're letting me stay. I'm just saying thanks. Not just that, but you're not the only one who's getting mixed signals. I mean, why else would someone do it?

Crash: Because I'm a good person, because I'm a good friend. Plus, there isn't any other place to stay. How would you know how I would feel if I just let you stay out there?

Pasadena: Well, is me staying here uncomfortable? I'll sleep in the car if that makes you feel better.

Crash: No! That won't make me feel better, just awful instead! Can't you understand that I just want to know why you keep kissing me on the cheek?

Pasadena: I'm just saying "Thanks."

Crash: Well, stop it. I don't know why you even did it in the first place. You can't say "Thanks" like that!

Pasadena: Then how the hell would you prefer it?

Crash: I would prefer it verbally like this: "Thanks Crash for letting me stay." How the hell is it that hard to say?

Pasadena: (angrily) It's just hard for me, okay?

Crash: (angrily) How the fuck is it hard, Pas?

Pasadena: (furiously) Because I still like you, you asshole!

After yelling at Crash, Pasadena walked over and kissed him. This time, on the mouth. Crash was caught off guard, and very surprised. After a few seconds, Crash kissed back. It felt right, even though they knew it was wrong of them to yell and then, all of sudden to forget about it through kissing. For both, it didn't seem wrong. It felt exciting, with the adrenaline from the screaming match and the intense passion that managed to come out of nowhere. Their kiss lasted only a few minutes, but to them it felt like an eternity. As Pasadena pulled away, Crash was standing there, amazed and confused. Both were breathing heavily.

Pasadena: (breathing) Crash...I'm sorry. (walks away)

Crash: (walks while catching breath) Hey. We're not finished.

Pasadena: Yes, we are.

Crash: Well, I'm not.

As Crash walked over to Pasadena, he turned her around and pinned her against the wall. As the possum looked at the bandicoot, he kissed her. Surprisingly, she kissed back. Crash pressed his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. Pasadena responded by opening her mouth, and soon, both were lip-locked and tongue wrestling. The passion between them was intense, as Crash wrapped his arms around her back and moved his hands up and down her back while Pasadena wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight. The orange hero backed his head and aimed for his partner's neck. Crash kissed with such fiery emotion, that Pasadena released moans of pleasure, making the bandicoot kiss with more passion.

Pasadena: Ohhhhh, Crash.

Crash felt as if lust had taken over. Crash growled an bestial moan, as if his animalistic instincts intended. Pasadena found herself strangely excited at Crash's groan. The bandicoot lifted the possum, with the former wrapping her legs around the hero's waist. Tightening her grip around his neck, Pasadena returned the favor by kissing Crash's neck, making him moan.

Crash: Wowwwww. T-That feels...great.

As both continued their make-out, Crash eventually stopped, put Pasadena down, and backed off.

Crash: (breathing) Pas, I...I'm sorry. I don't know about this...

Pasadena: I don't know either, Crash. What are we doing?

Crash: I don't know. I'm sorry, but I really can't say anything about this.

Pasadena: So, now what? Why did we?

Crash: (sighs and walks away) Mixed signals.

As Crash walked away and left Pasadena in the hall, he found himself angry, confused, and strangely good. The passion was gone, the intensity vanished. The emotions came and went, and not either of them know why they performed their actions. The bandicoot went to his bedroom and laid down on his queen-size mattress. Staring at the ceiling, he took the time to think.

Crash: What the hell is wrong with me? I like her, but I can't confront her. Why? I think it's worse that I'm falling for her. I've fell in love before, and how did that end up? It was doomed from the start. If I can't control what I feel, I fear I may do something to hurt Pas. I can't do that, not to her. I gotta do something before it's too late.

Crash wasn't the only one thinking that night. As she laid down on the bed in Coco's bedroom, Pasadena took the time as well to think.

Pasadena: Why did this had to happen? You just had to shout it out, didn't ya? This is why I try to avoid arguments. After a shouting match, you just had to spill the beans. I'm an idiot to admit I still like him, even though my feelings for him are just beyond friendship. I wish it were easy to just tell him the truth, but it's not. As soon as the car's fixed, I think it's best I leave. I can't do this to him.

Both marsupials try to sleep it off, but what they didn't know was that their emotions for each other are beginning to unravel, and the path for their relationship is now being laid.

Well, there's another chapter for ya. Next one might take a bit, but I'm not giving up yet. Feel free to leave a review if you want. Until next chapter, see ya.