"It's okay baby." He whispered to her, feeling her body tense and loose warmth against him. They were both sitting Indian Style on the floor, their legs touching, her hands resting on top of his hands that rested in her lap. She stirred, her tears clogging her throat, her heart beating hard in her chest. She had been crying for hours, ever since she found out I would be coming back.
"I don't want to face her." Cassady admitted, as she cried, her voice breaking and shy. He brought his arms up around her neck, his hands caressing her tender black hair. Her hair was very long, yet very shiny and beautiful, in ever way.
"I know baby, I know." he whispered back to his lover. What was Isaac to say? I'm here to stay, no matter what, nothing is making me leave Taylor again. "But..," he couldn't say anything. He wouldn't.
"She's going to hate me, for everything. God Ike, what is going to happen? Does she know about what happened with Taylor and I? Does she know about the affair? What about us? What will she do about us? She'll warn you, she'll be mad at you...God, what do I do?"
"You be nice. Don't jump to conclusions, love, I swear." Ike replied, as Cassady brought her face up alittle, their lips brushing momentarily. This was one of those moments that everyone dreams of, but doesn't want to happen. Good emotions, bad situation, ya know?
"I'm not, I know girls like that. I used to be like that!" she cried, pulling away from his warm, inviting, mouth. She pushed away from him, rocking backwards and standing up. Isaac watched as this ever so beautiful creature paced in front of him. This was so crazy! Why was she worrying about Mandy?, he thought to himself, finally getting up after several minutes.
"Baby," Ike said soothingly as he caught Cassady in his arms, her head dropping heavily on his shoulder. He smelled good, he knew it, she couldn't resist him when he smelled so...desirable. Words couldn't express the powerful emotion that rampaged through her body when she smelt him. She would be alone even, and still she could smell Isaac, and when even in her saddest moment could turn happy with the seductive scent. "Don't worry, hun. Mandy isn't like that. She didn't want to come to Tulsa, she was afraid you would hurt her more then she thinks you hurt everyone. Mandy isn't like that, babe, she doesn't judge people so violently, not without meeting them first-" Cassady cut him off.
"Are you saying I'm like that?" her voice was harsh and splitting.
"What? No!" Ike jumped to his defense, trying to pull her closeagainst him. She pushed him away, her hair whirling around her face.
"Jesus-Christ! My freakin' god, I can't believe this." She ran to their bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. Good! Ike, unwillingly, unhappily thought silently to himself.
- - - - -
He pulled away from me, smiling. His lips, like mine, were stung and red. He, never in his life, looked any more gorgeous then he did at this very moment. "The dance was fun, huh?"
"Mm." Was all I could reply with, my emotions were soaring through my body. I leaned my forehead against his, as he tilted downward slightly. Our mouths were even, and I felt his hot breath on my lips. I felt so good, I could die this very second and be happy. Ever feel that way?
"Guys," I heard Mike's deep voice break through my thoughts. "I'm bringing her home, kay? Maybe we can get together again. Bye dude." he said, practically pulling Taylor from my grasp. They did their lil' hand shake, the 'I'm-so-cool' one, and I couldn't help but laugh at them as I hugged Jessica good-bye.
"I'll call you tomorrow, alright? Maybe we can get together or something." I said, my hand being reached for. Tay took it, his palms warm against mine. We all turned away from each other at that moment, and Taylor and I continued to stand by the school. My old high- school, ah such memories.Remember Scott? Yeah, I do, but I realized, as Taylor guided me toward the stone bench, that Scott and Duncan came as one package, and that's an old story. A story I never want to read again.
"I had a lot of fun tonight, and I didn't think I would." Tay admitted to me. I laughed, attempting to raise an eyebrow at him. His eyes were sparkling, and he had an intimate, picture perfect look on his face. He was so gorgeous, so beautiful. I couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, if he felt the same away about me at that moment.
"Is that so? And why not?" I questioned him jokingly.
"I dunno. I was afraid that we would try so hard to be the way we used to be, and honestly I didn't think we would pick up right where we left off...so perfect. Ya know?.." I tuned him out for a minute, almost scolding myself. He actually was more afraid then I was of this relationship. Taylor was just as afraid of my heart as I was his, and that came as I shock to me.
"Mm," I replied, gazing up into face, his eyes piercing so innocently at mine. "I was, in a way, afraid of you. I didn't want to come back all these years 'cz I thought you were with Cassady, and I was afraid that you both hated me and never wanted to see me or hear from me ever again. But, I see it now, as I look in your eyes, that you never stopped loving me, did you?" Did I really want to know the answer? Did I need too? God! So many questions, but I don't want to say 'I love you' like I did so half-heartedly to Matt, you know? I'm going to be careful this time around.
"No, Mandy, I didn't." he replied simply. Was this the moment that every human wished for? Why is I get the honor of having this, what did I do to deserve it? "I tried to forget about you, I tried to forget that you were saying 'I love you' to Matt and not me, I tried to change myself, god, I tried so hard. But, I guess patience and true love comes through in the end, huh?"
"Mm. True love, just like in a fairy-tale." I said back to him. "Just like the way I always wanted it to be, remember?"
"Yes, I remember." he said, leaning in toward me. I touched my hands to his, and took them in mine. Before I leaned close to him, close enough to shiver against his tongue, I brought both of our hands to his chest, over his heart, and we sat silently for a moment, feeling his heart beat against me. We both looked up then, and we spoke to each other so innocently with our eyes, before finally kissing fragily.
- - - - -
Zac, opened his eyes, hearing the unknown breathing against his shoulder. Never has he heard such a beautiful, new sound, never did he want to stop hearing it.
"Zac?" the sweet voice questioned.
"Hmm?" he replied softly, almost as if he were scared to speak, afraid of ruining the moment.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Zac smiled, turning on his side, looking at the beautiful white-blonde haired girl. She was very young, about fifteen.
"I'm fine, are you okay?" he asked back, his mind racing. It was her, the young girl who he had just met weeks ago. Love does strange things, doesn't it? This feeling he had, deep in the pit of his stomach, was new and exciting. Never in his life had he felt such a queer feeling, it was so warm and comfy he never wanted it to end. Who would, this is love, right?
"I'm pretty sore."
"Yeah, you should be," Zac told her, remembering how hurt I was after Duncan raped me. I remember the way it made me feel....oh god.
"Can I stay here tonight?" She asked him, her pale pink lips wet and stung.
"Why not?" he shrugged, bringing his arm around her shoulders, bringing her naked body close to him. "But what are you going to tell your parents?" Her parents had tried many times before to sue him, all in the past week. They didn't want there soon to be fifteen year old daughter to be with a soon to be eighteen Hanson kid.
"I already told them I was planning on staying at your house, you were helping me with a history project and that Mandy and Taylor were going to be here."
"Tay's here every time your over."
"I've never slept over night, have I?" she asked him, knowing she was right.
"Okay babe, I get what your sayin'." he paused, gazing at her grey eyes, "Magenta, sweetie,.." he was cut off by Magenta as she placed her fingers over his lips, giggling and then kissing him. She started to giggle as Zac ran his hands down toward the dip in her back. She spread herself out, laying on her back, as Zac rolled over, on top of her. She leaned down, and brought her tongue to his chest, he was quite muscular, but nothing compared to Taylor or Isaac. That would take a lot more effort then what he was giving, so halfheartedly. He smiled, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto him.
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"ZAC!" Taylor screamed, stepping into the hallway. "Where the hell could he be? He told me he'd be home all night,.." he trailed off, his face falling as he turned toward me. "Shit! Magenta's here! Damnnit! I knew I was forgetting something!" I stood clueless and he ran against Zac's bedroom door, opening it. I followed him, confused as ever, well that was until I saw two figures in bed, under the black covers on his bed. "Zachary!" Tay said, almost as if he didn't want too. Who the hell is Magenta?, I wondered to myself, No one told me about her, and that I found quite strange. I stood, my body close to Taylor's, as he reached toward the blankets and pulled them down low. Not too far though, neither of us were anxious to see what the covers were about to reveal.
"Jesus Tay!" Zac said, dragging the blankets up over the girl he was with. I glared at her, she was quite beautiful, and quite, ever so quite, young.
"My god! I thought he knew!" Magenta shrieked, hide herself in Zac's arms.
"Get out of bed you two."
"What?" I asked him, confused. I wanted to laugh, yet cry at the scene. It was almost as if Tay and I were Tay's mother and father, and Zac and Magenta were us, three years prior. The scene was priceless, and I knew Taylor, as much as he hated to admit it, knew it too.
"Magenta, you told your parents that I would be here all night, correct?" Taylor questioned, bending down and picking up their clothes that were scattered through the room.
"Yep."
"Well, they called me and told me that I was too watch you. So I agreed, little did I know that I would be going to the Ball, but when I found out I was, I called your parents. I told them to check with you and to tell you that you weren't to stay here tonight! Did you get the message?" No answer. Ha! Busted, I wasn't about to say that, but damn, I already knew this girl was trouble. But, trouble isn't always bad. Zac growled low in his throat and looked at Magenta.
"Mae?" he questioned. Taylor threw their clothes on the bed, turning toward me, smiling softly and then turning back toward his naked brother and his fourteen year old 'women'.
"Put your clothes on, Mae, I believe your parents will be coming soon," he glanced at the digital clock but Zac's bed. "In about 5 or so minutes." It was 11:23pm, wow, I wish I had parents who let me stay out at my boyfriend's house this late. Well, in general, I wish I had parents and a boyfriend.
"Damn you Taylor." Magenta said, reaching for her bra as she sat up on Zac's stomach. I noticed he had changed so much, physically, since I left. He used to be chubby, now he had a 'four-pack' of almost rock-hard abs. Not bad, not bad at all.
"You know you love me." Tay said, turning toward me. "We'll be outside, awaiting your parents. Zac, get dressed."
"Jesus Christ Taylor, you aren't my freakin' parents." Zac shot at him. Tay rolled his eyes, the gesture seeming to bounce off of him. He was doing what he had to do, wasn't he? Even though, he knew that Zachary would be eighteen next year, he just turned seventeen three months back.
"Nope. But as of now, you are only seventeen, you aren't to be treated like you are old enough to make your own decisions." Taylor replied simply, walking me and himself toward the door.
"My god! Zac, this isn't fair." Mae cried, pushing her white-blonde hair behind her ears, as she slipped on her long shirt.
"Life isn't fair, hun, get over it." I said to her.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" Magenta shot back, ouch, that hurt. I smiled, looking at Taylor.
"She just happens to be the head-women in this house-hold now. She's my girlfriend and what we say goes. Do you understand?" he replied simply, once again.
"Gee, Tay, this is okay and all, but why are you jumping on our cases so badly?" Zac quizzed, his voice shy, he didn't want to piss his brother off, after all he was being nice. There was so much at jeopardy right now, but Taylor knew how it felt to be in that situation.
"Well, 'cz I'm in charge first of all. Second of all, if she gets pregnant at fourteen, and the baby is declared yours, you can be filed for rape because you'll be eighteen when that baby is born. And third, I don't want to be caught in the middle of all this, it sure sucks, believe me, we know." he said, smiling at me.
"Oh yea, we know." I agreed.
"Let's go," he turned toward me, guiding me out of the door, "five minutes you guys, let's go." he closed the door. "God, this is all I need." he told me as we walked down the stairs and outside. We sat, snuggled close, outside on the side porch, waiting for her parents to arrive.
"No shit." I said, rolling my eyes at this stupid situation. Tay was one kind- hearted spirit wasn't he? I think so.
"She's only fourteen, and they claim to be 'in love'. They've only known each other since last month."
"Really?" I asked, quite shocked...he's actually sleeping with her? Hmm, what a situation this is turning out to be.
