Alright, so I've been a bit all over the place the past day or so. I've been updating this quite regularly and I do want to get it done by the end of July but I have 'In Your Hands,' 'Dungeons' (technically) and 'Doggie Project' to write as well... That's a lot... But I'm doing well I guess.
Hope you enjoy anyway!
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Tori's Perspective-
My brows furrow, nails gently brushing along my side slowly, tracing my figure from my hip to my shoulder. I blink my eyes open, feeling the warmth of Jade's body against my own. Lips find themselves on my shoulder, the room filled in a early morning light, the bookcases and knickknacks casting short shadows. I grin slowly, my hand finding hers, lips pausing on my bicep. "Good morning," I mumble quietly, twisting around to find her smile.
"Morning..." she mutters, lips against my temple. I chuckle, our bodies shifting until I eventually am pressed against the sheets, underneath her. Jade massages my lips with her own, hands brushing against my sides while I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. We push ourselves up, her body on my lap while the sheets slide down to our lower torsos. I feel her smirk against my lips before her own trail down my jaw, nibbling lightly at my neck. "Seems like I did a number," Jade murmurs, her fingers lightly pressing on the side of my neck, a dull pain coming forth.
"Damn it Jade..." I growl, my fingers drawing her jaw closer. She merely shrugs before I lean in, freezing once I hear the door creak open.
"Jade, mom said tha-" My eyes flicker towards the door, widening at her half-brother who stands there, gawking. I slowly peel my hand from the bottom of Jade's hip, dragging the blanket towards our chests. Luckily, however, I doubt he actually saw anything since there's the sheets and Jade's back is covering my chest and blah, blah, blah...this isn't a good situation anyways. With the blanket covering us, she shifts around, eyes undoubtedly piercing at him.
"Don't say a word to either of them," she hisses lowly. Now, I wouldn't doubt that her dad already knew...judging a bit from the "talk" yesterday though her mom - I should say step-mom actually.
"I-I won't," he frowns, tilting his head. "But how would two girls do it? Does she have a penis?"
Oh my God he's so innocent...I don't even think he knew that anybody really could be together, let alone the two of us. A blush crawls across my cheeks, Jade tensing beside me. "How about you don't talk about it either?" she growls, her fist finding a pillow beside her.
"But I want to know..."
"Look-it-up," she snarls, the pillow flailing across the room, whacking him right in the face. He staggers back, eyes wide before closing the door hurriedly.
I chuckle lightly, pale eyes sweeping a small glare at me while I cover my mouth. She raises her studded brow before I grin, "You just told him to watch porn Jade." I hear her snort, a few laughs coming afterwards. However it's short lived, despite my desire to hear more of it. I tilt my head to the side, narrowing my eyes in concern. "What's up?" I hum, picking up her gaze.
"We just need to get out of here," she growls, "And I need to eat."
"There's a café just outside of your neighborhood, I'm assuming you know it," I grin, her eyes rolling.
She sighs, pale eyes flicking towards me. "You mean the one I go to every day?" I nod curtly, her head bobbing, considering the idea. "Actually...I have another idea."
"What is it?"
"You'll see," she murmurs, slipping out of bed. I watch as she strolls towards her dresser, raven hair falling on her bare skin before she turns around, eyebrow raised. "You know...you could get dressed too." I shrug, climbing out of the bed nevertheless before glancing at my clothes by her hamper. "Here," she growls, turning my attention before a shirt blankets my face, "You can wear- oh." I freeze, not completely expecting a shirt over my face. It smells nice, at least...I wonder what laundry detergent she uses. I feel fingers wrap themselves around the ends, pale eyes suited with a small smile coming to my view.
"Hey there," I mumble cheekily, her eyes rolling before lips press against mine swiftly.
"Anyway, you can borrow some of the others, you clothes didn't dry..."
"Because yours 'took up' most of the bath!" I scoff teasingly, slipping into the black shirt. I recoil once socks smack against my cheek, her gentle laugh ringing through my ears. "Are you really going to throw all of them at my face?" I mumble, pulling them over my feet. She merely shrugs as I go over to the hamper, searching around for my undies. That's such a funny word, undies...and panties but Jade - well - I feel like with throw something else at my head if I say that.
Once I find and pull them over me - since I think it would be kind of pushing it if we shared that garment - I feel another article of clothing hit the back of my head. I groan, turning around to find Jade in her dark grey jeans, black bra covering her chest with her unbuttoned red flannel. "Those are a bit tight on me anyways so I think they'll fit your tiny ass," she chortles as I give a false smile, pulling them over my legs...which do in fact fit. After I had successfully buttoned the jeans, I abruptly turned around, catching the flying blue jacket just in time. "Damn it!" she curses as I stick my tongue out.
I shrug it on, appreciating the soft material before hopping back onto the bed. "So where we goin' for breaky?"
"Don't call it 'breaky,'" she grumbles, searching along the room for a pair of shoes while I pick mine up from the side. As I tie my left on, she settles on the floor, fastening a pair of black boots on. "Anyway," Jade starts, standing up, "I think you need to brush that mane of yours before we go." I whine as I comb my hair through it, feeling knots and tangles in certain patches. God I sometimes hate my hair. I don't have as much as Jade but - damn it - from the looks of it, it just isn't wavy.
"Are you going to do yours?" I ask, her answer coming with a shake of her head.
"Not much, no...I just want to bolt before I get questions. I really doubt that Derek will zip it." I nod, following her steps towards the bathroom where she hands me a brush, warning me to not give her lice. Like I have some.
I hope I don't anyways.
-(:)-
"So how's the coffee?" I ask as she sips on the mug.
She shrugs, "Cost a buck more and tastes a buck more."
"Fair enough," I nod, going back to my French Toast while Jade to her biscuits and gravy. Alike the short car ride the breakfast is quiet, though we sit in it comfortably, just enjoying the company. That, and the food is actually good. Better than what I had originally had in mind. I've been to this small breakfast diner - I guess I would call it that - before with my dad a couple of times when going with him to the station. I still can't get the name right...something Bakery. It's a really long name, alright? Starts with a 't' and ends with a 'ough' with a bunch of letters. It's a strange name. Probably a last name...
I flick my gaze towards her once she stiffens, staring over my shoulder with a small glare, her expression otherwise blank. "Hey cutie," I hear behind me, causing me to jump. "You me to buy that meal of yours?"
I turn around, shaking my head at the fairly kind brunette. "Oh...no thanks, I'm good," I mumble sheepishly at him, his head shaking.
"Aww, come on, its rare to see a gem like you."
"Well, thanks," I mutter, staring back at my plate, "But, uhm, I'm already seeing someone."
"Who?"
"Me," she snaps, drawing his stare to her. She smile briefly, sending him his way before going back to her food as if nothing happened. I blink rapidly. Since when has Jade ever not gotten uberly jealous over something like this? Wait, is uberly a word? I furrow my brows briefly, pondering on the thought before shaking my head.
"Uh..." I start, pale eyes switching towards me, "Why- how come you didn't try and stab him?"
She chuckles slightly, cocking her head to the side. "Why would I?" I raise a brow at her, recalling the several times she has done so before with Beck. Jade shrugs, going back to her dish before mumbling, "I don't feel like I have to with you..." My heart skips a couple of beats, my lungs halting in its operation. That, that kind of says a lot actually...and explains a lot. I mean, Beck isn't bad is he? It's just if he was like how he was the last few weeks or months in our relationship - which lasted about five months - I can't imagine how it was for over a year. I guess it builds up.
"Well, uh, thanks I guess." She gives a soft smile before taking a bite from her biscuit. "Hey," I ask, her attention going towards me, "Is uberly a word?"
"I don't think- maybe its in the urban dictionary..." Huh, I'll have to go check that later.
-(:)-
Ron- i guess. it's a bit humid here which sucks.
I roll my eyes, grinning cheekily before putting my answer down on my phone. Jade and I both sit on the couch together, her eyes glued to the screen at some horror comedy TV show - which is actually pretty funny - while mine at my phone, Ron deciding to text. Since I haven't talked to him in a while and the timing is a bit weird, I'm now immersed in a conversation, Jade paying no mind. Well, I hope so anyway.
Tori- well, you don't have a lot of hair on your head.
Ron- been trying to grow it out...
"Tori?" I groan, Trina's voice ringing from the stairs. "Tori! I need help with my bra!"
"Why?" I snap, twisting around the couch while Jade takes her eyes off the TV screen.
"I need it off and it..."
"What?"
"Come help me!" she whines. I shake my head, leaving my phone on the couch and TV to the show, which ever one it is. I grumble all the way up the stairs and into Trina's room and...she has my bra on. "Help, mom did the laundry and I thought it was mine..." she cries, staring at me pitifully. I sigh as she struggles, the garment not budging as it has Trina in it's grasp. As I go over to help her shimmy out of it - it doesn't really have a strap at all so I don't know how Trina got in it (perhaps determination) - I smirk at the thought of Jade having a bigger problem. It's not that much bigger than my sister's but...well, the bra is pink as well so maybe it is a bigger problem.
Once that is settled, and Trina sheepishly hiding under her covers, I go back down the stairs and...oh no. Jade stares at me from the couch, my phone in her fist. In all honesty, she doesn't really look like she's happy...you know, with the steam blowing out of her ears, smoke puffing from her nostrils and teeth bared like she's ready to vomit lava. "So...what are you-"
"Who-the-fuck-is-Ron?" she snaps viciously. Oh...that, wait-
"Did you say you don't get jealous as easily with me?" I put my hands on my hips.
"YOU HAVE HIS FUCKING NUMBER!" she rages. That, yeah...that's understandable.
"HE'S MY COUSIN!" I bellow over her short rant before hurling myself over the couch, "Give me my phone!"
"Everybody says that 'they're my cousin!'"
"Jade!" I grunt, flipping ourselves over to the floor. Jade underneath finds herself me, landing with a scowl. I roll my eyes, pinching my thighs at her chest, remaining on her stomach. "I'm not getting off, I wanted to Skype him anyway," I growl once she starts squirming. I snatch the phone from her hands, scrolling through the long set of texts of Jade going back and forth with Ron.
Ron- anyway, how have you been doing?
Tori- Fuck off.
Ron- what? i just started to talk to you.
Tori- Yeah. And I'm telling you to fuck off.
Ron- ...
Ron- you've never told me to f off before.
Tori- I'm her girlfriend. Fuck off.
Ron- girlfriend?
Ron- since when is tori bi?
Ron- :O
Tori- I WILL FIND YOUR FUCKING HOUSE IN OREGON
Tori- BURN IT TO THE GROUND
Tori- WITH YOUR OWN BLOOD MIXED WITH OIL
I furrow my brows, heaving a long breath before glaring down at pale eyes. I mean, I kind of can see why she wouldn't believe that he's my cousin but come on...he's in Oregon. "Jade...don't burn their house to the ground." She merely scoffs as I type a response, grimacing at the one that came through first.
Ron- plz don't...i have a family
Tori- Don't worry, I have my phone back. Do you want to Skype?
Ron- alright...is your girlfriend going to be there?
Tori- Yeah.
Ron- plz tell her to wait while i change my pants.
I groan, lifting the lid on my laptop, which is really easy since, you know, Jade's kind of comfortable to sit on and the laptop is right there. "Come on, get off of me," she murmurs scornfully.
"Uh..." I drawl, thinking about it, "No. We're going to open the Skype call and meet my cousin who is my actual cousin."
"Fuck you..." I merely roll my hips, earning a small groan in return. I smirk once the screen projects Ron's room, my brother sitting on his bed, behind a fort of pillows. His head pops out, cautiously.
"She's not going to shoot you all the way from California," I shake my head, folding my arms.
He bites his bottom lip, staring out the window. "You don't know that...where is she anyway?"
"On the floor beneath me," I answer before adding to his widened eyes, "Nothing like that."
"Liar." I close my eyes at her growl, opening them back up to see her fiddle with the screw of the coffee table.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to see if I can get this undone..." I roll my eyes, watching as Jade continues to fiddle with it, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her lips in determination. Ron furrows his brows as my gaze flickers up; he sits at his desk where the computer is, sure that Jade isn't going to attack him while she's miles away underneath me.
"Jade, you're going to have it fall on your head."
"And break your computer so you can never talk to your 'cousin.'"
I groan, bringing my attention towards my cousin. "She sounds lovely...is she any better than that one chick I saw on your phone?"
My eyes close as my girlfriend - god that gives me a jolt in my gut still - freezes, her eyes definitely on me. "What?" she snarls, sitting up abruptly before cursing, "Fuck this table!" I give a small grin as she rubs her forehead, my eyes blinking back to the screen.
I tilt my head to the side as he stares at me with concern, pursing his lips. "You mean Jade?" I raise a brow.
"Yeah...think that was her name," he murmurs.
"What?"
"Hey babe," I look down at her confused glare, "Do you want to see my cousin?"
She tilts her head to the side, mouth unhinged. "Wait, what? Who do you have a picture of again?"
"Jade," Ron answers simply, "Wasn't she at a party or something?"
"What are you two going on about, let me- fuck this fucking dumbass piece of shit," she snaps, her head banging on the table again, "Is this another Jade you know?"
My expression falls immediately as Ron leans back, eyes narrowed at the screen. "Another..."
I lean down, eyes blazing as hers widen as competition. I growl quietly as a father would discipline a child at a theme park, "If you do one more or say one more thing that would come out of a dumb fuck's mouth I will bitch slap you across your face..."
She raises her studded eyebrow, canines flashing aggressively, "You gonna go through with that?"
"Don't push it..." I remove my legs from her sides, shuffling to the side while she climbs up, somewhat dazed by my threat. I'm not joking though, if she really says some other shit then I will slap her...oh my God I'm becoming my mom.
Ron leaves his mouth gaping as Jade raises her brow, expression morphing into a scowl. "Oh...so you're one of those pretty roses with the nasty thorns..." I let out a short laugh, earning a quick glare once I cup my mouth, Ron wielding a cheeky grin.
"Thanks for the backhanded compliment," Jade sneers however, her mind on what I had said beforehand. I give her a warning look, however, as she rolls her eyes. 'What?' she mouths scornfully.
"Well," I continue on, "It's actually fairly accurate..."
"Oh, so what's that supposed to mean? You're saying that I'm difficult to deal with?" she snaps, Ron holding his hand over his mouth, highly amused.
I nod quickly, murmuring, "Well I have these special gloves so I can deal with you easy."
"How?" she snarls, her heated mindset still plaguing any rational thought, "Are you saying that I'm easy to-" I reach my arm back quickly before my palm connects with her cheek, immediately silencing her. Her head turns towards me once again - as it did swirl around once I slapped her - eyes wide while a hand cups her cheek.
"I told you not to push it," I shrug. I grin as she glowers, folding her arms to further emphasize her pout. Both Ron and I make eye contact, watching her glare off to the distance. "Jade?" I mumble slowly, "You do realize that I did warn you right?"
"It stings..."
I trail my fingers to her jaw, turning her head to the side. I gasp with a small smile at the red mark on her cheek, pale eyes swarming with shock, subsiding anger and just a small ounce of shame written across her forehead. It's quite a sad sight - though humorous given the situation - to see."Aww," I coo, caressing her cheek, "I'm sorry baby..." She nuzzles into my hand as I cup her cheek, a small smiel forming across her lips. At least she accepts my apology. I shift my hand down towards her lower jaw, pressing my lips against her cheek gingerly. I feel the warmth underneath, cold fingers brushing against my neck.
She shifts us before our lips lock together soothingly, her lips curling into a slight grin. "Aww..." I hear from the laptop. We both turn our gazes towards Ron, Jade unamused. "I like you two together..."
"Why thanks Ron," I chuckle as Jade growls.
"And bye," she snaps, slamming the lid onto the keys.
"Jade..." I whine slowly, pale eyes switching over.
"You know, I don't think it would be wise to talk to him about things," she mumbles gruffly before her lips lock with mine, moving heatedly against them. She pushes against my shoulders, sending me to the ground with ease. My knee bends, earning a soft gasp as her lips slide down closer to my stomach. I take the opportunity, sliding my tongue in, finding hers immediately. God I can take more and more of this each day. And, from the looks of it, that wouldn't be a hard promise to keep.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Trina belts out from the stairs. I find my teeth nipping Jade's lip again, earning a small growl in return.
She sits up, sending one of the most murderous stares I have ever seen her give. "Would you rather have us in Vega's room with the door locked and both of us not coming out for hours?" My sister's eyes open like headlights, her body like a deer caught in them. She closes her mouth, not before letting out a peep, and then bolts up the stairs. Jade glances down at me, leaning in until our noses brush against each other. "That wouldn't be such a bad idea actually..."
I grin, nodding in agreement before mumbling, "I don't think my dad would appreciate coming home to it though." She chuckles, her lips against mine again with the distant shouts of the TV drumming in my ears.
-(:)-
Our silverware clinks against the plates, my dad diving into a conversation with Jade. I don't listen as much, focused on my own food, while the other two talk with themselves. I hear snippets of them, though I don't pay much attention with the sprite going down my throat. "Tori," I hear Jade snap beside me, brushing against my arm.
"Hmm? What? I wasn't-"
"Obviously," she rolls her eyes, "Anyway, your dad was asking something."
I turn to him, giving my attention before he grins. "So what did you two do yesterday?"
"Oh," I say airily, a small smile stretching across my face at the memory of her skin against mine, "We just went to Barnaby's Grill and then went to Jade's house and watched a movie."
"What movie?" my mom comes in stiffly, eyes flickering between the two of us. I shift a bit uncomfortably, unable to respond when Jade clears her throat.
"The Night of the Butcher," she answers. God she does a lot better under pressure than me...even though I'm probably the only one under pressure at the moment.
Trina furrows her brows - I don't think she got the idea of what we kind of, really did - mumbling, "Tori doesn't do so well with horror movies..." My eyes shift towards Jade who suppresses a smug smirk, containing what seems to be a small chuckle. My dad shakes his head with a small smile, flashing a knowing glance.
"Well hey," he sighs quietly, "At least it's just a movie and relaxing...not Netflix." The three of us begin to chortle whine Trina tilts her head, confused while my mom just stares at her plate. I take a sip of my drink, my hope of her accepting Jade going back and forth. It's not like she actually hates her, I don't think, but she's still...uncomfortable for lack of a better word. Once the meal was finished, we clear the table before I glance at the time on the microwave, Jade already grabbing her keys. I follow her towards the door as she bids my dad a goodnight. She merely nods at my sister and just, kind of, glances at my mom... It was awkward to say the least.
The front door closes behind us, Jade lingering by the side, her expression thoughtful. I give her a small smile, one of which she actually returns, a quick flash in her eye. "I, I didn't have a terrible time today," she mumbles, pushing herself off from the wall.
"Really?" I hum, my arms finding her neck while hands go towards my sides. She nods slowly, her lips pressed against mine. I dwell in the soft touch of them, her right hand caressing my cheek, leaving my left side of my waist bare. We pull away after a few moments, our gazes locking as we smile gently. Jade leaves a soft kiss at my cheek before backing away, eyebrow raised.
"Wipe that smile off your face," she growls lightly, stalking off towards her car.
"Whatever," I roll my eyes, earning a side smirk. I watch as her set of wheels drive off into the night, my heart - I know, it's cliché - fluttering. Perhaps we can last...you know, maybe. 'Okay, enough with that,' my thoughts grumble as I step through the door. How about we can last? Right? God I need to quit asking myself stupid question...
So a lot of things happened in this one and not a lot...if that makes sense. So we have only three more chapters left now...whoa. Anyway, this is now on AO3 too...so...whatever.
But that said, I hope you enjoyed!
:)
PS- "Sarcastic jokes are the best to tell. When people get it, they laugh with you. When they don't, you laugh at them." -Volt, 2017