Thank you for all the reveiws! Keep them comming!!!
Wrote this chapter while watching the first episodes of season one with my folks, they're both hooked now!!
What happens in the bowling ally, has happened to me. It was embarassing and my friends thought it was HILLARIOUS!!!
Ellie-this is for you hun!!
Chapter Four.
Darcy felt slightly nervous as she picked out her clothes ready for her date with Sam.
With a towel warpped around her and her wet hair tied up in a top knot, she riffled through her wardrobe wih vigour.
Mainly what she had in her closet were shorts, skinny jeans, vests and sweaters and a few shirts. She had packed her wedges and kitten heels as well as flat pums and sneakers.
Darcy had bought little make up too, not expecting a summer with a date. Typical!
Finally picking out electric blue skinny jeans and a black fitted tank top with diamontes on the arms and hem, Darcy settled on a pair of red flay pumps and a red cloth over sized purse.
Blow drying her hair Darcy settled on a grey light weight summer jacket, just incase it got chilly later.
Finally her long, thick hair was dry and wavey. She clipped up the remainder of her fringe which it had taken for ever to grow out and clipped it up to make a small quiff.
Quickly dressing and applying black eye liner, lip gloss and a touch of bronzer she took one last look at herself.
She would pass as date material, she thought.
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Sam gratefully took the keys to his Fathers Impala and stood by the door, waiting for Darcy.
He hoped that he looked decent. Tidy jeans and a white short sleeved shirt undone with a grey t-shirt underneath and his tidy school shoes. He decided against aftershave, Dean had a large selection but they were too powerful and musky. John didn' own any and Sam didn't want to end up smelling like his dates dad!!
He was in awe as Darcy came in to the room and over to him, the warmth of her smile washed over him.
"Hey, you look great!" She said to him, jacked flung over her arm and purse in hand.
"Thanks, you too. Ready to go?" He couln't beleive that she got the compliment in before he could!
"Yeah, sure. I've told dad and John not to wait up. Where are we going?"
"I havn't quite figured that out yet. Let's get in to town and park up first. We could go see a movie? Get some food?"
"I have an idea what we could do." They started to walk out the house and to the car. Sam opened the passenger door and she got in, he shut the door and headed over to the driver side and got in. Started the engine.
"Oh yeah, where's that?" He put the car in to drive and started to drive to the road.
"It's a surprise. What sort of music is in here?" Darcy switched on the stereo, and pulled a face at the heavy metal that blared out the speakers at high volume.
"The radio works fine too." Sam smiled, switching off the tape.
"I LOVE this station!" Darcy exclaimed, as the local radio station rang out the speakers and a comedy routine was playing.
The two laughed a long and shared their favourite past times, movies and music as Darcy guided Sam in to town.
Now the car was parked and they both got out and locked up, Darcy took Sam's hand and started to walk down the road.
"Still a surprise?" He asked, feeling the electric current running through him as he held on to Darcy's hand.
"Yup! You'll enjoy it thought Sammy!"
They walked for a few more feet and Sam saw what the building infront of him was.
"Ta dah!" Darcy smiled, and walking in to the building.
Sam followed her in to the bowling ally. This was going to be interesting.
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Sam was winning buy 50 points. He felt a bit uncomfortable as he had hoped to let Darcy win.
Darcy's ball had kept going in to the gutter so he had asked for the side gaurds to be put up, with the hope that it would help her.
Problem was, DArcy had launched the ball so hard, it had bounced off the floor, over the side gaurd and in to the next lane, interrrupting the game next to them. Oopsie daisy!
"Do you want the ball launcher to help you?" Sam asked sarcastically as Darcy's ball bounced off the gaurds at each side and down the lane.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she shou shouted, punching the air as she knocked 6 pins down.
"I think I can manage!" She said, feeling pleased that she had managed to knock something down.
"Well I am impressed! Here, your go again." Sam smirked and handed her another ball to bowl.
"I'll knock the rest down, just you watch Sammy boy!" She took the ball, determined to get the rest down.
She got in place and swung the ball back and forth, back and forth and let go.
The only problem was, Darcy had let go of the ball on the back swing, and the ball had gone flying behind her, narrowly missing the other people, and landed smack in to a vedning machine, cracking the glass beyond repair.
Darcy and Sam stood there and looked at the machine and ball, both stunned by what had just happened.
Darcy blushed, Sam's mouth hung open as the people at the ally laughed and stared at Darcy and Sam while the staff rushed over to the machine to clean up the mess that the ball had caused.
"Darcy Singer, mass destructor of vending machines!" Sam laughed, finally able to speak.
Darcy was still red and glued to the spot, she looked at Sam and his smile. They looked at eachother for a few seconds and both burth in to hysterical pearls of laughter, holding their ribs, tears welling up in both their eyes.
"Oh my!" Darcy said, unable to say anything else.
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Later in the burger bar, college kids home for the summer were keeping the place buzzing with jokes, laughter and chatter. Pinball machines had several people around them, juke box blaring in the corner.
Sam held Darcy's hand over the table, still joking about the bowling incidents.
"You really think that they meant it when they said I was banned?" Darcy asked as Sam laughed.
"Yeah, they looked pretty pissed to me! It was funny though! Did you see the look on those peoples faces as the ball flew past them?"
"I know, it was like slow motion! Pity I didn't break it, free cokes all round!"
The two laughed as a young waitress who couldn't have been any older than 16 cleared their plates away, not able to take her eyes off Sam the whole time.
"Can I get you another drink?" The girl asked, in a sickly sweet kind of way with her back to Darcy.
Darcy cleared her throat and spoke up
"Actually we could do with a couple of beers please?" She said, the kid looked her in disgust then back to Sam.
"Sure, comming right up." As she left, the young girl made sure she wiggled as she walked, hoping that the tall, cute guy would see.
"Beer? Being a bit rebelious aren't we?" He said, still holding his dates hands.
"Ofcourse! Live a little Sammy!" She laughed.
Darcy could see the kid walking over with two beers on a tray. DArcy got up and sat on the seat next to Sam and kissed his cheek and put an arm around his shoulder and a hand on the table with turned so she was sat with her back to the oncoming tween who seemed to be on heat.
The kid placed a beer lightly infron of Sam and slammed the other down infront of Darcy and spun on her heels and quickly strode off.
Normally Darcy wouldn't be botherd by this, but usually, it was her who was being flirted with infront of dates, not the other way around.
She felt terrortorial and bitchy towards any one who dared to take Sam's eyes from her.
Sam felt pleased with Darcy's jealousy, it meant thast she liked him. Didn't it?
"Jealous?" he inquired, wandering if he was treading on tender grounds.
"Of a tween who can't be botherd to I.D her customers?? Should I be?" She was sarcastic, hoping his honest answer would be no.
"Not at all." He smiled, put a hand under her chin and softly planted a peck on her lips, starting to pull away incase she didn't respond, he was surprised as she put a hand on the back of the head and kissed him back.
Take that you bra padding tweeny bopper!! Thought Darcy.
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"Hey Sam?" Darcy called, sitting on the end of his bed, he was trying to hide his embarassment of the tent that was being caused by the morning. And his dream about DArcy.
"Um yeah?" He replied akwardly, sitting up and leaning against the wall as best as he could without banging his head on the top bunk and brining his keed to his chest.
"I just off the phone with Vicky, Her neighbour is having a huge party tonight, and dad said I could go. Just wondering if you fancied comming with me?"
Sam started to think. Being in a car with Darcy for two hours, meeting her friends and spending the night away from here with her. Perfect!
"Sure! When do you want to leave?" He asked.
"Well the party starts at nine, so how about five? We could grab a bite to eat on the way, get to my place, change and go."
"Great, sure. Who's going?"
"Well me, Vicky, her neighbour Alex and her boyfriend, his friends and a ton of kids from school."
"Sounds good. How long will we be staying at your place for?"
"Well I don't want to come back too early tomorrow because I plan to be hungover!"
"Tomorrow? That's not long to spend with your friends."
"I'll be going back sometime towards the end of next week, I've got a big essay to do."
"Ok, I need to get changed now then." He didn't want her to leave his room, wanted to pull her in to bed with him. Kiss her like he had in the car last night. Passionate and leaning in to her in the passanger seat. Darcy hadn't wanted it to end, but Vicky had always told Darcy, always leave them wanting more, and the best way to do that, was mid kiss! And judging by the way Sam was looking at her right now, Vicky had taught her well!
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The drive to Aunt Sarah's was meant to be flirtatious, fun and Darcy had planned on pulling over to the layby around eight miles from the house, leaning over and kissing him, then driving off again. But no, that plan had been put on hold because the two hormone filled teenagers had company in the form of a young man who was mentally a teenager and not at all responsible and more horny than them.
Dean.
He was sat in the passanger seat taking charge of the stereo, cursing at slow drivers and stuffing his face so much when it was time for a pit stop that he was smelling the car out.
No more extra onions next time, Darcy thought.
Neither of the young teens could beleive that Dean had the cheeck to call shot gun. Damned John and Bobby conspiring against the master plan of marathon make out sessions.
"Are we nearly there yet?" Dean had put his one foot up on the dash and was laying the drums on his legs in time with the music,
Darcy sighed as she passed the lay by, or make out central as Vicky had called it. The two girls always rang eachother after a visit with the latest date or gossip about whose car they had seen pulling out of there.
"*8 miles, so five minutes Dean." She said, a little annoyed at him for even being there.
"Great. So, this party? Going to be girls there?" He looked at Darcy with a grin on his face and continued "Hot ones? Like you?"
Sam felt his hands curl up in to fists and he shoved Deans seat with his knees.
Darcy took her hand from the wheel and slapped the side of his head.
"Dean, we can never be together. You're far too old and ugly for me. And far too smelly." She gave him her most serious look and put her foot down. A few minutes and she could get this smelly guy out of her car.
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Vicky grabbed Sam's hand and walked through the door of number 304 Fern Tree Drive and walked her most seductive walk to the kitchen where she knew Vicky would be. Dean skulked in behind the pair, looking around at what was on offer. He had endured such a row from Sam and Darcy when each had gotten him on his own before they arrived here about being a jerk.
Darcy arrived at the kitchen, let go of Sam's hand and went straight to the make shift bar, grabbed three beers and handed on to Sama nd Dean and kept one for herself, before hearing her name being called.
"Darce!! Darce!!" A familiar voice called.
"Vicks!!" Darcy leapt in to a huge hug with her friend.
"You bought the brother?" Vicky raised an eyebrow, checking out Dean over Darcy's shoulder.
"Uch yeah, had no choice or Bobby wouldn't have let me bring Sam." Darcy rolled her eyes as she brok away from the hug.
"And you bought Sam because??"
"Because I was planning a great night at a great party, but it got put on hold."
"Oh I see!" Vicky had caught on and smiled and loked over to Dean who was staring at her.
And who could blame him? This girl had serious curves in the right places and these were complimented by tight black jeans and an even tighter red shirt sleeved shirt with silver button studs with some eye popping cleavege on display. Her long blong dirt blonde hair in loose curls down her back. Immense and peircing green eyes, a few freckles over the brdge of her nose and dotted around her cheeks. She stood with confidence, knowing she was being checked out by the hottest guy in the room, who, she had heard, was older than any guy she had ever dated or flirted with.
Vicky walked up to the muscular, tall guy with brooding good looks and a stance that showed Vicky he was confident and knew how good looking he was. She had heard fromDarcy who had been told by Sam, that he was a womaniser. Maybe this could be the begining of a perfect arrangment, Vicky thought.
"Hey, I'm Vicky. And you must be Dean?" She held out her hand, he held out his and shook hands with this obviously feisty hot young thing.
"I am yeah. You're Vicky right?" His eyes twinkled at the young girl infront of him. He did have a thing for blondes, and he could see he was ging to have a major thing for this particular firecracker.
"So Darcy, You bought a guy? Is this a new boyfriend?" A tall and muscular guy, as tall as Sam, strode up to darcy. He had tousled dark hair, nearly a black colour, which cam down to just past his chin. He had peircing blue eyes, and s trong jawline. He was wearing a tight black shirt with the top three buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned and muscular chest and dark blue jeans which showed he had muscular legs. Everytime he wore those jeans, Darcy and Vicky had always gossipied about how much is packed into those jeans!
"Miler! It's so good to see you!" Darcy smiled at the georgous guy and felt a bit of pride, as Sam looked a tad worried that she was getting eyed up. Miller hugged Darcy and looked at Sam.
"Miller Brookes. And you are?" He held out his hand and waited for Sam to shake it, which he did.
"Sam Winchester. I'm Darcy's-"
"Sam and his big brother Dean are staying with me and dad this summer." Darcy iterrupted. She didn't want anything official with Sam, she just wanted to have fun.
"So you're up there alone with two guys and we don't hear a word form you?" Miller looked a bit pissed. He had asked Darcy to go to Europe with him for part of the summer, but Darcy had refused saying she needed to help her dad with work.
"I heard from her." Vicky piped in. "Darce, wanna go do shots?"
Darcy took her friend by the hand and gave her a releived smile.
"Hell yea! What's a party without shots? Comming Sam?" She replied.
"Sure." Sam follwed as the girls walked out the patio doors and gave Miller a look that said to back off his girl. Dean follwed his brother and tapped his chest.
"Dude!" He said in a hushed tone, "That guy was totally hitting on your girl!"
"She's not my girl Dean, we havn't said we're a couple. I just assumed we were."He quickend his pace to where the girls were sat on a large stone bench where two guys and another girl were doing shots of vodka jello, laughing. Dean's mouth turned up in to a major smile and nodded.
"Hell yeah man!"
Sam sat next to Darcy on the edge of the bench, and Deadsat down and pulled Vicky on to his lap and took a shot, follwed straight away by another. SAm took one and passed on a second.
Throughout the night, Darcy, Vicky and Dean got more and more drunk. Vicky left around midnight, and half hour past one, Sam was worried as to where DArcy had gotten to. She went to use the bathroom twenty minutes ago.
He waked up the stairs and along a corridor. He was suddenly pulled in to a dark room he couldn only guess was a bedroom.
The next thing he knew, he ws pushed up against the wall and the door was slammed shut, his mouth as assulted by a familiar set of lips and tounge. It was Darcy.
"I've been waiting to do this ALL day Sam Winchester!" Her hands roamed wildly over his chest and back and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Sam could have let her carry on so easily. It was what he wanted, after all. Darcy stopped.
"What's wrong Sammy?" Her hands rested on his hips, she was pouting.
"You're drunk Darcy. Maybe we should get you home and into bed."
"Not without you babe." She was trying to be seductive. It was working too. Sam shook his head. He was going to need an ice cold shower for a very long time.
"Maybe later. Doing this would be wrong."
"Don't you want me Sammy?" She began to kiss his neck, Sam put his hands on her shoulders and held her at a distance.
"More than anything. But here, not like this."
"Fine." she said, "But I'll hold you to that." She took his hand and walked out the room, feeling hurt and rejected. She was normally the one who was doing the rejecting.
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Back in the car the following evening, Sam was driving. Dean was in the front, hung over and not letting Sam have food in the car of play music. Darcy was sat in the back feeling very rough and sorry for herself.
She had wanted to drive back to Bobby's around 4pm, but they couldn't get hold of Dean until 5pm and it took for ever for Sam to drag himaway from Vicky's parent free house.
Now they had only a half hour to go, and it was nearly 11pm.
"Hey Darcy?" Dean said, wanting to break the silence. Sam hadn't really spoken much and Darcy had a major headache and it hurt to even blink.
"Yeah Dean?" She replied. Wanting to be in her room lounging on bean bags with Vicky eating toaster pastry and reading trashy magazines and gossiping about the party, which was their usual post-party routine.
"That guy at the party, who was he?" Dean knew Sam needed to know what was going on with this girl, Sam's moping was driving Dean crazy.
"Miller??"
"Yeah, Miller. What is he? Your boyfriend?"
"Why?"
"Because he looked pretty in to you, and pretty pissed that you were all over Sam when ever you had the chance."
Sam blushed, thank God the car was dark.
"He wishes. He's a love them and leave them type. Treasts girls like crap, uses them."
"So he's been after you then huh?"
"I guess. But I could never go there." She lied, she would like to go there. The date she had went on with him was amazingly intense. The chemistry was hot, she was hot and so was he. But she wasn't going to be anoter notch on an already crowded bed post.
Well, not untill he gout new bed posts any way, she had told Vicky.
Sam was pleased. There was hope of soomething there between him and Darcy. And tonight he would ask her to talk about what was ging on.
"Why not?" Dean probed.
"Well, I want a guy who is smart, kind and gentle. Some one who isn't afraid to share their feelings and can hang out with my friends."
This perked Sam up a considerable ammount.
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