A/N: Hahahahahaa, it feels like it's been over 5 months since I wrote anything! Oh wait... So just for the sake of my sanity, I'm not going to go back and try to recover whatever was going on back then, I'm just going to skip ahead a while. Have fun! I hope you don't hate me!
I heard the screen door slam from where I was in the kitchen. I didn't hear any voices, so I assumed it was just one of my brothers coming home. I went back to washing the dishes and was putting glasses in the cupboard when I felt a pair of arms snake their way around my waist and a deep voice whisper "Guess who" from behind me.
I sighed, "Tim, I told you not to come around here. What if my boyfriend finds out?" I closed the cupboard door and turned around in his arms.
I grinned up at the face of my boyfriend of the last 5 months, Dallas Winston. "Not funny, Jill" he said as he took another step closer to me, pinning my body between his and the counter.
"I thought it was pretty funny," I grinned and bit my lip.
"Oh, did you?" He said with a devious look on his face.
I knew what was about to happen, and my grin grew wider. His fingers started to press into my sides and I broke out of his grip and ran to the living room and put the couch between us. Every step he took to get around the couch, I would counter act with a step away from him.
He started running around the living room after me and I ran as fast as I could away from him, until he jumped over the couch and caught me on the other side. He picked me up and tossed me on to the cushions. He toppled over the back of the couch on top of me and started tickling up and down my sides, where he knew I was the most sensitive.
I started wriggling to try and get away from him, but he had my pinned to the couch. I was shrieking and my eyes started to water from laughing so hard.
"Stop screaming, Jill! Your neighbors are gonna call the cops!"
"I can't! Not until you stop tickling me!" I replied between bouts of laughter.
He smiled down at me and stopped tickling me. "Thank you!" I said sassily as I tried to catch my breathe. His eyes darkened and he brought his lips down to meet mine. I tangled one hand in his dark hair and pushed his leather jacket down his back with the other. It hit the floor and his t-shirt followed shortly. I lifted my hips into his and felt him on my leg. His fingers played along the hem of my top and slowly made their way under it. His thumbs grazed the bottom of my bra and he suddenly lifted me off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started walking us towards my bedroom. He backed into the door and I heard it click shut.
He tossed me lightly on my bed and I let out a giggle. He crawled on my bed next to me and pretended to bite my neck.
I started giggling more. "Dally! Stop that!" My words came out all breathy.
He groaned and touched our foreheads together. "I love it when you say my name like that." I smiled at him and he pulled my shirt up over my head. He reached behind my back and undid the clasps on my bra.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Darry yelled from the door way. Neither one of us had heard him come home, let alone open the door. I let out a small yelp and grabbed for my shirt on the ground next to my bed.
"Oh, my God, Darry. What are you doing here?" I yelled.
He shot me a death glare. "I'm the one asking questions here!" He held up Dally's jacket and t-shirt. "I found these on the living room floor and came to stop what ever is happening in here!" He pointed to Dally, "Outside. Now." Dally gave me a concerned look, but followed Darry's orders. Darry followed him out the door, but not before giving me a disappointed look.
I put all my clothes back on and situated myself so I could spy on the fight that I knew was about to go down.
Dally sat in the living room and looked at his hands. Darry paced in front of him like he was Dal's dad.
"How could you go behind my back like this?" Darry asked.
"What? Did you want me to do that in front of your face?" Dally smirked.
"Shut up! I'm being serious! I should've never trusted you with her! I should've known that you were just going to try to take advantage of her like this!" I had never heard anyone talk to Dallas like that.
"What's the big deal?"
"The big deal? The big deal is that you're tryin' to do it with my little sister in my house!" Darry was clenching his fists.
"Well where would you like us to do it?" Dal smirked again.
"No where! You don't need to do this!"
"I think she's old enough to make her own decisions about this, Dar. If she wants it, I don't think anything is gonna stop her. Especially not me."
Darry groaned. "Stop saying stuff like 'she wants it', that's my baby sister in there!"
"Hate to break it to ya, but she ain't a baby anymore! She's all grown up now!" Dally stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have something I need to attend to." He started across the living room back to my bedroom.
Darry put a hand on Dally's chest. "No. If you lay a hand on her, I'll..."
"You'll what? Make sure we never see each other again? Kill me?"
Darry glared at him so hard, I thought Dally's head would explode.
Dally chuckled and moved past Darry to get to my room again. "Dally, I think it's time for you to leave." The screen door slammed and everyone looked up to see Soda.
"What's goin' on here, guys?"
"Dally was just leaving." Darry said, giving a pointed look at Dally.
Dally put his hands up in surrender, "Fine. I'll go." and then he yelled to me, "I'll call you later, Jill!" The door slammed again and he was gone.
I came out into the living room and Darry frowned at me. I tried to smooth out my hair and straighten my shirt, but his look just got more disappointed.
"Does someone want to tell me what's going on here?" Soda look at us expectantly.
"I caught her in bed with Winston...Again." Darry said quietly.
Soda sighed, and then I had two disappointed brothers. I could only imagine the guilt I would have when Pony got home.
"Please tell me it didn't go too far." Soda pleaded. I shook my head. He sighed with relief. "What's the rush?" He asked me.
"What do you mean"
"I mean, every time you two are left alone, we find you in a compromising position. Why are you trying to grow up too fast?"
"I'm not trying to grow up too fast! I'm sixteen. I've had a steady boyfriend for five months! It's about time!"
"About time? What are you talking about? There's no relationship time frame." Soda said, and Darry grunted agreeably from where was against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Come on! I've made him wait for so long until I was ready and if we don't do it soon, he'll break up with me. I don't think anyone has made him wait this long!" I tried to explain myself.
Soda pursed his lips, "You think you're ready?"
I nodded, "I think so."
"Well are you ready to have a kid?"
I looked at him, shocked. "What? No!"
"Then you're not ready to have sex with that guy! Mistakes happen all the time, and if you have sex with Dallas, one mistake might be that you end up having a kid at sixteen! You need to think about what will happen in the long run. You've only been going out for a little while. Are you even sure about how you feel about him? Do you love him? Does he love you?" He waited for a response while I just stared at the ground. "You need to think about all this stuff before you change the rest of your life before you can handle it."
I nodded and walked back to my room. I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. I've loved Dallas since I was 10 years old, but I had no idea how he actually felt about me anymore. Sure he told me he was in it for the long haul this time, but after all we've been through, did he still feel the same way?
