Author Note: First, Running-Wild22 for sorting me out about Juice's ethnicity. Much thanks, luv. Second, my fiancé read this story and felt really bad for Lonnie at first having to juggle so many lies until he realized that she liked sneaking around. "The thrill of it makes her wet" direct quote from him. I hadn't realized that as I wrote it.
The title is one of my favorite quotes from a truly well done movie Closer.
Sebastian, you lovely twat I love you for the inspiration. ;-)
Enjoy the chapter. ;-)
Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes
Juice was trying to focus on what was being said in Church but it was really hard. He had 2 days with him lady. Could he call her that? Yeah he could! He knew he should be listening to the details about the charity run but he couldn't focus. His mind was going in all different directions.
Clay's eyes shifted focus on Juice who had a goof ass smile on his face. "Juice, you got anything to add?"
His brothers looked at him "Naw, I don't have anything to add."
Bobby stifled back a laugh as Clay adjourned the meeting and Juice shot out the room faster than anyone else. He quickly went to his room got his bag and walked out the clubhouse.
"Where you going?" Bobby asked as Juice put on his helmet. "I'm going out of town for a couple of days. I got my phone, if ya'll need me." Juice said before taking off.
* * *
"Where you going?" the scruffy voice made Lonnie turn her face momentarily from her packing.
She rolled her eyes "what do you want, Chris?" she asked opening her top dresser draw for two bras. She threw them into her book bag before zipping it up. Lonnie ignored the way his eyes looked her up and down as if she still belonged to him. After all these years.
Chris was a mistake she made back in high school. Her brother approved of Chris and it didn't hurt that he was 6'2 and dark smooth chocolate complexion that all the girls at school wanted to talk to. Banging with your boyfriend seemed like the perfect life when you're 17. When she got locked up things changed, she changed. The only one who came to see her was her brother, not Chris. He was too busy chasing the bitches who wanted her place. After Lonnie was released from jail she promptly up with him. The end.
"Heading out?" he asked. She slugged the bag over her shoulder shoving him out as she made her way to the door. Lonnie closed the door behind her locking it walking passed him.
"Leroy isn't here and don't ask me questions. That's my business." She snapped she could hear him following after her.
"Why you acting stank?" he snapped back.
"I'm not being stank about anything. Just don't ask me questions." She said slightly softer as she waited for him to walk out the front door before she locked the door.
"I'm sorry." His apology fell on deaf ears as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
She smiled at the white Honda that pulled up. Sid was already beeping the horn like she was crazy as Porscha giggled in the passenger seat. "Sorry I snapped I'm just in a hurry. You know how they can be. See you later, Chris."
"Leona wait!" Chris pleaded softly gripping her wrist gently. She turned around slightly; looking down at her wrist and then back at him. "Let's go out and do something. I miss you."
She smirked "You didn't miss me when I locked up, you didn't miss me when I was away at school. Now that I'm back you want to do something? The time for missing what we had is over. Grow up."
Chris face hardened as he released her wrist and she continued onto the car. Sid beeped the horn holding it as she walked up to the car. "I'M COMING!" she yelled.
Lonnie slid into the black leather backseat closing the door behind her.
"What the hell did you say to Chris? He looks like he's about to cry?" Porscha said with humor in her voice.
Lonnie looked down at her phone before leaning back in her seat. "As far as I'm concerned Chris can go blow himself." She said a smiling spreading across her face.
The girls giggled as Sid turned up the music and peeled out onto the street.
"Alright bitch spill." As usual Porscha's tact amazed Lonnie.
Sid cleared her voice looking through the rearview mirror. Now that Lonnie knew that she wasn't getting out of this.
"You have to swear to not run your big mouths." She said. Sid took her eyes off the road for a moment. Lonnie couldn't meet those judging eyes. Instead she lit a Black and Mild and leaned back into her seat inhaling deeply.
"HE'S WHITE!" Sid squealed. Porscha giggled and Lonnie rolled her eyes making O rings as her two best friends went back and forth. The song World at Large from Modest Mouse was playing in her head.
Well uh-uh baby I aint got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
It reminded her of her relationship or whatever the hell it was with Jean. How much longer could she keep this shit up? The secret meetings all spaced out…Every time she saw him; she saw the look in his eyes. Jean was tired of them being undefined. The problem was did she want them to be defined? If she did that…it would make this fucked relationship real. Lonnie wasn't sure if she was ready for the consequences of taking his hand and holding it firmly. She preferred to flit.
"I cannot believe you mixing milk in your coffee, bitch." Sid clowned.
"It's going to that white school with all those rich friends. Opened up her horizons and shit." Porscha offered.
Thanks for the help, Porscha. Lonnie thought raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not mixing no damn milk in my coffee." She leaned up gripping Sid's headrest. "More like cream." She said with a smile. Sid turned the music all the way down.
"Come again?" she asked, Lonnie knew that Sid had heard. Porscha certainly did as her mouth gapped open.
Lonnie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before beginning. Taking another drag before continuing; it had been eating her up to keep this secret from them.
"You know that gang that Leroy does business with from up north?" she addressed this more to Porscha. She spent more time around the 9ers than Sid did. Porscha nodded her head slowly hoping Lonnie would give her some clue as to where this was going.
"The white bikers, yea." Porscha said slowly, her face showed her confusion.
"They all aren't white, Porscha damn!" Lonnie snapped at her friend unwillingness to think about it.
Porscha's eyes widened "OMIGAWD, the Mexican!"
Sid's eyes darkened "you gotta be shitting me? A Mexican? What the fuck are you thinking Leona? Laroy is going to beat the shit out of you and kill that guy."
Lonnie couldn't help feeling a little ashamed as Sid reacted in the worst way.
"You do realize when Laroy finds out about your little Mexi boyfriend he is going to flip the hell out and--" Sid cut herself off. The car was silent.
"He isn't Mexican." Lonnie pouted slightly looking at Porscha whose mouth was still gaping open.
"What?" Sid asked sucking her teeth.
"He's Puerto Rican actually. Not a Mexican." Lonnie corrected her friends.
Sid's eyes narrowed "well it's all the same isn't it?"
Lonnie could feel herself getting angry as she opened her mouth to say something; Porscha always the mediator stepped in.
"Hold up, Hold up ya'll. So this Mex—Puerto Rican…what is he to you? Your boyfriend or you just fucking him?" Porscha asked.
Lonnie nibbled her lower lip out of a nervous habit. "Neither…we're friends."
"Who fuck?" Sid retorted shaking her head in disapproval.
Lonnie gave Sid a warning look "you make it sound so dirty."
"It is! How can you turn your back on ya people, Lonnie?"
"I'm not! You're blowing this out of proportion!"
"Well someone has to think! To be so smart you being so fucking dumb right now."
Lonnie didn't answer; she leaned back in her seat enjoying the rest of her cigar. She wasn't one for arguing and the prospect of arguing with Sidney out of all people was even less appealing.
"Well now you know and you will shut up and deal with knowing. If you say a word to anyone including Laroy he'll take my side over yours." Lonnie knew it was harsh and she hated what was coming from her lips. Lonnie fooled herself into believing that she was protecting Jean and herself.
"Uhh, you don't have to act ugly Lonnie." Sid said her voice gave away the signs of defeat. "I'm just voicing my concern. I don't want you getting hurt, gurl."
Lonnie smiled "I know and I love you guys for it."
The three musketeers were what their parents had called them. Flyy girls is what the around the way boyz coined them. Sid was the mean one who didn't take any shit. Porscha was the naïve and playful one. Lonnie was the nice one and also the leader. These were Lonnie's best friends. The girls had been in fights together. Went to school together. Stole together. Banged together. Held each other's hand through all the bullshit that came with growing up.
"So" Porscha said. They had been driving for more than an hour in silence. No one wanted to say the wrong thing.
"So" Lonnie echoed becoming suspicious.
"Don't play us, how is the sex with the Mexican…I mean Rican?" Sidney asked quickly catching herself.
The car rang out in laughter.
"Off the charts. He's the best I've ever had." Lonnie gushed blushing at the thought of the sex. The way his tongue…she felt a cold shiver down her spine.
"Well you haven't had a lot of boyfriends." Porscha reasoned.
"You mean she aint a slut like you!" Sid teased.
Porscha flipped Sid the finger before looking out the window as Lonnie laughed while rubbing Porscha's shoulder.
"You're not a slut, pumpkin. You just like playing the field." Lonnie tried to soften the blow that Sid inflicted. Porscha shrugged not convinced. Lonnie plucked Sidney "right?! You were just joking."
Sidney rolled her eyes "yea boo, you know I was only kidding." She said. Lonnie could tell Sidney was laying though her teeth but she was sure that Porscha didn't see through the lie.
"I know…so where the hell are we going?" Porscha asked as the urban backdrop had fallen away to give way to the open road.
Lonnie and Sidney both ignored the question. "Pull over there." Lonnie pointed to the greasy diner on the side of the road. She recognized Juice's bike instantly and felt her heart began to pound.
"Is he worth all this?" Sidney asked as she pulled into a parking space.
Lonnie had asked herself that question constantly. She had never kept anything like this away from her brother. At first the reasoning was it wasn't anyone business who she associated but that was a delusion. She was fucking with Laroy's business...
"I think he is. Now I want you two to meet him."
Porscha looked horrified "no, that's cool gurl. Enjoy your weekend."
Sidney's brush off wasn't as nice "I'll pass." She said curtly.
Lonnie placed her hands on both of her best friend's shoulders. "Please, I really want you to meet him. Juice won't bite." She tried to lighten up the topic.
Sid as always buckled under Lonnie's puppy dog eyes and cut off the car. "What the hell? If I don't like em' can I tell him?" she asked.
Lonnie nodded. Here goes nothing.