A/N: Don't kill me because this is just a filler chapter again. Thank you everyone for all of the reviews. I keep getting bogged down with SGMAC and the drabbles, as well as real life. I'm going to crank out these chapters as fast as I can and update ASAP.
Inspirations: We'll Be A Dream - We the Kings & Demi Lovato; See You In The Dark - Honor Society; Hurry Up and Save Me - Selena Gomez and the Scene.
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Chapter Eleven: iStill Want to Go to Spain
The past week was almost torture, I swear. I think I was like.. rigged to a Medieval torture device or something. Somehow, Carly helped me get my Spanish grade up. I was able to go on the trip as long as I maintained an 85 average or higher. When Mom was sober, she was proud that I was doing one thing right in my life. But I couldn't accept her kindness, especially when it only happened on the rare occasion that she wasn't drinking. Things at home were getting harder. As much as I was fearing leaving Mom alone in Seattle for ten days, I couldn't wait to go to Spain with Carly. A spring break getaway... yeah, it was like a dream.
Another issue I had to settle was getting the money for the trip's cost. I wouldn't let Carly or Spencer help me. So I got a job and I cleaned my room. When I cleaned my room, which I did alone because I really didn't want Carly to know what I had to do to get the money, I didn't find that much in loose change. I had hoped I'd find a lot. So I decided on getting a part-time job. But even that wasn't enough. Honestly, I don't want to tell anyone what I did to get the damn money. I'm not proud. No, I did not whore myself out, but speculate all you want: I did not spread my legs for cash, end of story.
"You really need to lighten up, Carls. Stop being so tense all the time," I teased, poking her side as we walked into her apartment building. She started to press the button for the elevator but I shook my head, grabbing her hand. "Let's walk. I have too much energy for the elevator,"
"You never have this much energy. Why are you so excited?" She laughed, not letting go of my hand as we walked up the stairs, taking each step carefully and gradually. I felt her squeeze my hand, searching for an answer.
"I don't know," I shrugged but I started tugging her around the corner to the next flight of stairs that we needed to climb. "Maybe because we leave for Spain like... in a week and I haven't packed anything yet!" I grinned to her. To hush her, I had told Carly that Mom let me take money out of her bank account to pay for the trip and I had a job to have spending money. I wasn't even using my paycheck towards anything else. She was even shocked that I was working towards something that I waned so much.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked me for something to eat yet..."
"Well, I'm hungry." I countered back to her. It seemed like forever, but we made it up to her apartment. She had to let go of my hand, so I wanted to be annoying. I stood close behind her, holding her hips and resting my chin on her shoulder. "Carlyyyyy. Feed me."
"Maybe later," She replied lightly, but almost seriously. Oh my goodness. She's fucking serious. Walking into the apartment behind her, I let my backpack fall onto the ground and I settled in on the familiar couch. The pillows smelled heavily like a mixture of Axe and strawberries. The smells of Spencer and Carly mingling and gathering in the fabrics, forever becoming a permanent aroma of this piece of furniture. No matter what, I could never get rid of my extreme affinity for that strawberry scent. It was so intoxicating.
I hadn't realized that my eyes had slightly glazed over when I was burying my face into the pillow, lying on my stomach. When I tried to move, I couldn't. Carly was sitting on my butt, making it impossible for me to shift at all. Sighing, I reached back to swat her and she squealed, but she didn't move. That made me chuckle, then my stomach started to ache from the awkward position I was in.
"Ugh, Carls! I can't move! Come on, get up!" I complained to her. She shifted so that I could roll over onto my back, but she wouldn't let me sit up. She sat on me again, this time on my thighs, and leaned back against the couch. "Come on, I'm starving..." She reached in front of her onto the coffee table and handed me a plate of ham. My brow raised softly. "You know me so well.."
"That I do," She replied from above me as I reached for one of the pieces of ham, taking a bite of it. As hungry as I was, I couldn't even seem to stomach it. I didn't want to eat. All I wanted was to get rid of the damn butterflies that she was causing in my stomach. "Aren't you gonna eat something?"
"I am eating," I told her, showing her the piece of ham that was robbed of a bite. "It's hard to actually stomach copious amounts of food when someone is sitting on you," Carly reluctantly shifted off of me and a smirk grew on her face. I was still lying down on the couch, nibbling at my ham. Of course, she had to be a tease. Of course she did. She wouldn't be Carly Shay if she wasn't going to tease me out of my fucking mind.
Carly laid herself down on top of me. She even took a bite out of the other side of my ham. As much as I wanted to be mad at her, she knew I couldn't do that to her. She knows me too well sometimes.
"It's even harder to eat like this, Carls." I informed her, almost sounding breathless. To cover it up, I took a big bite of my piece of ham. She threaded her fingers slowly through my hair and she knew how much it killed me inside to reject her affections. Well, I hoped she knew the ways she got to me without even trying.
"Do you want me to move?"
"No," I managed to croak out. She smirked to me and kissed my nose lightly, resting her head on my shoulder. Her breath was tickling my neck. I closed my eyes and crammed the rest of that ham into my mouth. It was hard to breathe with this much food in my mouth and Carly this close to me, but I could do it.
I almost choked when I felt her lips brush against my neck. She was speaking, saying something that kind of seemed important. But if Carly wanted me to pay attention to what she was saying, she wouldn't have told me this way. The attention to my neck stopped when she heard the door knob jiggle. It was Spencer, unlocking the door.
Carly jumped and fell off of me, landing on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. I frowned over to her and sat up, helping her to sit on the couch next to me. She held onto my hand and smiled to me.
"I was trying to tell you that Spencer is coming home soon and we should go up to my room so you can help me pack." As the door opened, I felt her hand slip away from mine and she started going into the kitchen. She left me standing alone by the couch, a little dumbfounded.
"Hey hey," Spencer offered gleefully as he carried a box full of junk into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. I gave him a questioning look. "I was at the junk yard, getting new materials for a sculpture."
"We're going upstairs to pack for Spain," I heard Carly say and before I could protest, I was being pulled upstairs against my will. Honestly, the packing was boring. She didn't even get naked for me or anything. I am such a pervert. After she was done packing, I told her I had to go home and pack myself. I actually did have to pack, but I really just didn't want to be around her if she was going to be such a tease. Carly fucking Shay, you have a boyfriend, stop teasing me!
We were leaving for Spain in hours and it felt like forever. I just couldn't find the strength to close my eyes. But when my thoughts fell on the fact that I was going to have to endure a long plane ride, I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to think of something else, of Carly, of some Girls Gone Wild girl losing her bikini and covering herself in whipped cream. I love how easily distracted I can be. Within moments, I fell asleep, wondering how I was ever going to get that whipped cream off of Janessa... or Megan... or Carly. Yeah, Carly.