Shy Murphy (_quoththeraven_) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-06-24 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.15.11, cheyenne, cheyenne and lucas, lucas |
If You Just Realize What I Just Realized
Who: Cheyenne and Lucas
What: Big reveal(s)
When: 10.15 - Saturday night
Where: Lucas' house, to Alanna's, back to Lucas' house
Warning: NSFW
Shy couldn't believe her eyes. She'd been at Gail Martin's party and lo and behold, she'd come across Alanna 'THEEVILSLUTWHOSTOLELUCAS' Kingsly making out with some jock she didn't know. The tiny wereraven immediately ducked out, because she was panicking. Lucas wasn't at the party. If he was going to be at the party, he would have told her. So that meant she was right all along and the bitch had been putting on an act. She KNEW it. Stepping outside, she pulled out her phone and texted her best friend. He had to know, before he did something stupid like mate himself to the girl.
hey, where r u? we gotta talk. LK NOW!
Lucas was at home because Alanna had claimed she was sick and didn't want him catching it. He hadn't argued much because he knew she had plenty of maids and servants to run about helping her and at least she wouldn't be out and about that night. Besides, he had plenty of homework he needed to catch up on. He'd just finished the last of it when his phone went off. Reaching over to grab it off the edge of his desk he read the text from Cheyenne and blinked a little. Obviously something was wrong. 'We gotta talk' never was good.
At home. What's wrong?
Oh shit, she was coming out of the house. Shy headed for her mom's car, ducking inside. She shot off another quick text to Lucas as she yanked on her seatbeat. omw. in person. ur mom home? She kind of hoped she was and she kind of hoped she wasn't. She was pretty sure she could stop Lucas from committing bloody murder, but not both of them. Putting the car in gear, she started heading for the Hunters' place.
That really didn't sound good. No. She's out with her bf. I'll be waiting. Text sent, he got up from his desk and headed down the stairs and to the living room. He wasn't sure how far away she was, but he might as well be downstairs when she arrived. He headed through to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cans of soda and brought those back out to the living room, setting them on the table and plopping down on the sofa. Cheyenne would let herself in. This was almost as much her house as his.
Okay, that worked. Then she had all night to calm him down, so he could help her keep his mother from killing the bitch and whatever guy(s) she was fucking. Stupid whore. Shy was pretty pissed off herself, but she had to keep her head so she could keep Lucas from doing something crazy.
She might have been speeding the whole way to Lucas'. Okay, so she was. Cheyenne managed to walk two steps before she just gave up and sprinted to the door. She opened the door and shut it behind him, breathing hard.
"Lucas," she began, flailing a little. Because seriously, was there a nice way to say this? "Hi." Okay, that was not it. She looked at the sodas and shook her head. "You're gonna need something way stronger than that." Yeah, there went her chronic foot in mouth syndrome. "I mean, you better sit down. And find something stronger to drink." And just think, she hadn't even started babbling yet.
Lucas was starting to get worried. "I am sitting down," he told her, arching a brow. "Come here and sit down and tell me what's going on," he said, patting the cushion beside him on the sofa. "And breathe, Shy." What could possibly be that bad? She was acting like the world just imploded. "Did the zombie apocalypse begin?" he asked, hoping to lighten her mood.
Oh, he was sitting. Shy sighed and grabbed something off the nearest shelf, passing it between her hands. She took a few breaths as suggested. It was that bad and yes, something was about to implode. "Ha, very funny," she snapped, then sighed and blurted. "It's Alanna. She totally Quinned you. Except I'm pretty sure you actually fucked her a couple of times. But at Gail's party, she was macking on some guy I've never seen." She held up her hand. "Before you start the denial." Pulling out her phone, she queued up the pictures she took and handed them to him. "I wanted to be sure. So I didn't end up strangling the wrong bitch. Which I didn't, I came straight to you after they left. Yeah."
"Quinned me?" he blinked. What the fuck was she talking about? Why did girls have to be so confusing. "Put it back, Cheyenne," he added, eyes flicking to the item in her hand. She didn't do it on purpose, but he'd likely never see the thing again if he didn't nip that in the bud at that moment. Then of course she went on and talked about what she'd seen and he'd opened his mouth to deny the accusations but she had photographic proof. He reached out and took the phone from her and sure enough there was Alanna and some guy he didn't know. Making out. He saw red as he stood up, barely managing to hand the phone back to Cheyenne before he snatched his coat off the wall, fully intending to find Alanna and this guy and throw down.
God, did he live under a rock? Wait, probably. Anyway. Not the point. "Oh, yeah, sorry," she said about the little knicknack she'd picked up. She put it down immediately. Habit. Shy was wringing her hands and fidgeting as he looked at the evidence. And he was off like a rocket. "Luc," she said, rushing after him and ducking between him and the door. "Hold on. You cannot go out there all pissed off and murder somebody. She is not worth the jail time." Jesus, this sucked. Even though there was no good way to do this. He had to know, because the bitch had clearly tried to pull on on him. While Cheyenne wanted to kill her too, it was not going to happen.
"You can't make me stay here. I want to see this shit for myself," he told her, reaching for her arm to pull her out of his way. "I'm not going to jail, but I'll be damned if I don't go the fuck over there and see what's going on." Maybe there was a logical explanation for the pictures. Maybe. Doubtfully. But he was currently angry and still somewhat in denial. "I want to know what the hell is going on. Now either you can come with me or you can stay here. Either way, I'm going over to her place."
Okay, he had a point. Cheyenne sighed and stepped away from the door. "Fine," she said. "But I'm coming with you. Follow me home, so I can drop my mom's car off first. She's gonna need it for work in the morning." Unlike Lucas, she didn't have her own, so she had to use her mom's when she wasn't. "I'm sorry, Luc. I don't-" She sighed. "This sucks. I hate her." With that, she pulled open the door and headed back towards her mom's car. It just wasn't fair. Lucas was like the only decent guy in the world and this bitch had cheated on him. Probably with more than once. The baby clearly wasn't his. God. She got in her mom's car and slammed the door. Totally sucked.
Lucas didn't say anything else, just let her go out to the car and followed after, getting into his own car. They took the time to go to her house first to drop off her mother's car and once that was done he reached across to open the passenger side door for her. He let her get settled and belted in, slightly more calm but still pissed off as he looked at the girl. "You're absolutely sure that it was her?" he asked, as if he really needed to. Cheyenne wouldn't lie to him. Especially not about something like this.
"Would I have said anything if I wasn't?" she demanded. "Yeah, I know I am totally stupid with the talking before thinking. But it was her. She left with the jock there. You don't even know where she is. If she's home, she won't let you in if she's got him with her." God, this sucked. Shy slumped down in her seat as far as the seatbelt would let her. "I'm sorry, Luc," she added after a minute. "I wish I hadn't seen what I had. It was her. And it sucked." So did Alanna, in more than one way, clearly, but that wouldn't help.
Lucas sighed and pulled out of her drive heading towards Alanna's big ass house on the hill. "Her maid'll let me in. She likes me. And if she doesn't I'm shifting and flying in." Which was probably a stupid idea, but he didn't really care. He wanted proof. Proof in the form of catching her in the act which he fully intended to prove or disprove the moment he got to Alanna's house.
Shy nodded. "Either way works for me," she said. "I'm going with you. Because." Lucas was her oldest friend. She'd loved him forever. She was not letting him do this alone (especially naked because he had to shift to fly in) , she had his back. "We try the maid, if that doesn't work, you know I'm always your wingman. Wingwoman. Whatever." She gave him a faint smile which disappeared quickly. Because yeah, situation still sucked.
He didn't say much else for the rest of the car ride. He didn't say anything until they'd headed up to the door and he reached up to knock. The maid answered and she smiled, letting the boy in easily, Cheyenne in tow. They spoke a few words and he led Shy up the stairs towards Alanna's room. He felt more out of place now in the big house, finally feeling it sink in that maybe he didn't belong in this world with Alanna. Had he been wrong all along?
Cheyenne pasted on a fake smile for the nice maid who let them in. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as they walked through the palace Alanna lived in. Seriously? It looked like a museum, not a house. She started to reach for something and yanked her hands back, stuffing them in her pockets. Damn, this place was just...yeah.
Then the smell hit her. At least she'd smell it first. Although Lucas' predator hearing was way better than hers. She let out a squeak and started after him. Damn, he just had to have longer legs didn't he? "Luc!" she hissed. "Don't do anything stupid."
Lucas' feet carried him faster to the door to Alanna's bedroom, his eyes steeled with rage as he shoved the doors to her room open only to catch the pretty little blonde facing the door riding the same asshole jock from the photos that Cheyenne had taken. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. So slow that his eyes were able to wander over her body, taking everything in. Including the fact that now that he was paying attention to her stomach, she looked a bit more pregnant than she should. She was only a couple weeks. She shouldn't look pregnant at all. Not yet. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and was about to storm across the room when he heard Alanna's voice.
She'd snatched up her blankets and pulled them over her chest. "Lucas!" she cried out, his stomach lurching at her very nerve to say his name while she was on some guy buried balls deep. "Baby, it's not what it looks like."
"Not what it looks like!?" he all but screeched at her in response. "What the fuck else could it be? Not what it fucking looks like?"
Shy skidded to stop behind Lucas, nearly gagging at the site of Alanna (who was definitely getting fat, more ew) riding the jerkass like a stallion. She flailed, not sure what to do or say or anything but stare as the bitch tried to lie to his face. Then she got mad. "The hell?" she said. "So you're not having sex with him? Because if so, this is a great optical illusion." Yeah, not helping. She couldn't help herself. Because, really?
The guy under Alanna had had enough. Apparently, he was aware what a skank ho the girl he was fucking was, because he shoved her off of him. "Who the fuck are they?" he demanded, grabbing a blanket to cover himself with. "Don't tell me you went slumming again? God, Alanna, you're gonna catch something."
Lucas was losing the ability to keep control when this fucker said what he did about how Alanna was 'slumming'. Fucking seriously? He made his way closer to the bed, more than willing to have a go with this fucker. "Well I was her fucking boyfriend and supposedly the father of the baby she's carrying so who the fuck are you?" he asked. He might as well get the whole damned story.
The guy didn't take kindly to that. "Boyfriend?" he laughed. "Is that what she told-? Wait, what baby?" While it was obvious to the werebirds she was knocked up, the human had no clue. "What is he talking about, Alanna?"
Alanna looked from Lucas to the boy and back to Lucas. "He's talking crazy. There's no baby," she tried to assure him. "Lucas goes to my school. You don't know him because he just got a scholarship this year." Apparently the guy had graduated before he'd arrived at Barrie. "It was just a thing. It didn't mean anything."
Lucas glared at Alanna and then looked back at the guy. "I don't know what the fuck she's been telling you, but I've been dating this bitch for weeks now. She's pregnant. I'm a were, I can smell it on her. If you didn't know, sucks to be you. But look at her. She's obviously pregnant, she's starting to show, so congrats. It hasn't been long enough with me to be showing yet, so it must be your baby." Which hurt more than he'd like to admit, but he was too angry to really give a fuck about that right now. "Are you really going to let her lie to you too?"
The guy stared between them in shock. "MIne?" he said. "I haven't been in the country for four months." He got off the bed. "Jesus, Alanna. It's bad enough you couldn't keep your legs closed, but knocked up. Fuck you." He grabbed his clothing and flounced past Shy, leaving the three of them bewildered.
Cheyenne was standing there, jaw hanging. She pulled her mouth closed. "Okay, did we just get dropped into an episode of Gossip Girls or did that actually just happen?" she asked, stunned. Yeah, still not helping. But it needed to be said. Because so fucked up.
"Fucking seriously?" he asked Alanna. "So not only have you obviously been fucking around on whoever the hell that guy is with me, but with some other hopeless bastard too? I'll see you on Maury, you fucking tramp." He knew for a fact the baby couldn't be his. Not with her already showing this soon. And obviously it didn't belong to that guy. So at least three, if not more, men had been fucked over with her little sob story. "Poor little rich girl," he said, shaking his head. "I should have fucking known better. And if you're too stupid to figure it out, we're done. I don't want to see your face again. Ever."
He didn't say a word to Cheyenne's statement, simply grabbing her around her wrist and all but dragging her out of the room and down the stairs. Alanna was lucky he didn't hit women. Even luckier that she was pregnant. He might have broken that first rule had she not have been.
Shy didn't argue or resist. She was still in shock, because this kind of shit was not supposed to happen in real life. Still, nobody had gotten maimed, and they were leaving and God, poor Lucas. She had always hated Alanna. Thought she was playing up the spineless sweet girl routine. No it was worse. Apparently, she was just a slut who trying to find some guy to play the pasty. And she'd chosen Lucas. Bitch.
Cheyenne's face flashed into a scowl. "Let go of me," she demanded, struggling. "Let go of me so I can go back there and slap her. Just once. It won't hurt her or her baby. And she fucking needs it. Jesus."
"It's not worth it," he told her, not letting her pull away, instead turning and snatching her up by her waist, tossing her over his shoulder because it was easier than dealing with her struggling. If she went back, he'd go back and that would be bad for a slew of reasons. "She's not worth it. Just settle down and let's get the fuck out of here," he muttered, carrying her down the stairs and through the house towards the front door.
Shy squawked when Lucas hauled her off her feet and over his shoulder. He was right and she knew it but Jesus. What Alanna had done. What the guy had said. It was like they were lower lifeforms and yeah- Just so fucked up. "You know I hate being manhandled," she hissed at him. "I don't care if she's not worth it. She's an evil cunt. She had the best fucking guy in the world and she did that to you and I want to fucking kill her. I will settle for eating her eyes. She doesn't need them."
"Obviously I wasn't the 'best guy in the world'," he told her. "And you're not going to kill her. Tell me to chill out and not do something stupid and then you want to eat her eyes? Come on, Shy." Lucas pulled the front door open and headed through it, letting her to her feet only one they were close to the car. "In," he directed, opening the passenger side door and motioning for her to get into the car. "Please?"
"That was before the fucking asshole called us lower lifeforms," she snapped. She had stopped struggling, not that it did her much good. Even if he wasn't a boy, Lucas was bigger and stronger. And a tougher bird. Which totally wasn't fair. "And I found out just how much she fucked you over." Lucas was her best friend. For almost ten years. She considered making a break for it when he put her down, but the please stopped her. "Fine," she said. "But if those pictures end up being emailed to the headmaster of the Barrie school, well, yeah, no idea how that happened." The little bitch wanted to screw over Lucas, Shy would happily ruin her. She got in the car and flopped in the seat.
He sighed a little and brushed his hair back from his face, closing the door behind the girl and heading around to the other side of his car. Even climbing into the old thing made him realize that he'd been living a complete lie. Alanna was from a rich family and her livingroom spanned the size of his entire house. She'd rarely wanted to go to his place, likely because it was too much of a 'slum' to even be considered proper for her. Pulling the seatbelt across his lap, he sighed and cranked the car, pulling out of the driveway. "Want me to drop you back at your place?" he asked her, glancing over at her once Alanna's house was no longer in view.
Shy put on her seatbelt, staring out of the window away from Alanna's house until it was gone from view. "And leave you alone after that?" she said. "No fucking way I'm leaving you alone. I'm your best friend, remember?" She sighed and scrubbed her hands down her face. "I'm sorry, Luc. I just can't believe this. This kind of shit is not supposed to happen in real life. It's just so...fucked up."
He was glad she wasn't planning on going home. He didn't really want to be alone if he was entirely honest. "You shouldn't be sorry," he told her. "You tried to tell me she was a bitch from the beginning and I didn't want to listen. Lot of good it did me. I should have listened. You know me best." And she did. She had since they were kids. She knew shit about him that Alanna hadn't even bothered to ask. He sighed. "This is such bullshit. Mom knows about the baby. I got my ass suspended for her. I've been through so much crap for her and for what? I was ready to toss my life away because she was pregnant. I was going to step up and do the right thing. What if I never found out?"
God, this just got worse and was making Shy nauseous. Which considering she was a fucking carrion bird, was saying something. She didn't get nauseous. "It is bullshit," she agreed. "Well, at least your mom doesn't have to worry about that." What if he'd never found out? "Unless she was punching another Indian guy, I think once the baby had been born it would have been obvious. Or she'd have screwed up and you'd have smelled someone one her. Or dickweed would have come back. Jesus." She yanked off her seatbelt and scooted closer to Lucas, immediately starting to stroke his hair. They were birds, grooming was comforting. "I'm still sorry. Because she hurt you. Like fucking screwed you in the worst way possible. And you are the best guy in the world and that makes it worse. Fucking bitch."
She kept saying that like it was true. The best guy in the world. He didn't think so. Alanna obviously didn't. He pushed thoughts of her away, however, and let himself focus more on her stroking his hair instead which was easing his mind a little. "She is a bitch," he agreed. "So let's not talk about it anymore, yeah?" His words were almost pleading. It was bad enough seeing it on her phone, but seeing it in person? Realizing he'd been living a lie? All on top of the fact that he'd finally gotten used to the fact that he was going to be a father and praying he wouldn't fuck it up like his had only to find out that it wasn't true to begin with. Yeah, thinking about it and talking about it needed to stop. "Thank you," he told her. "For telling me." Even if he hadn't wanted to hear it, he was glad that he knew.
Yeah, talking about it, thinking about it was bad. It just made her want to shift and at least go poop all over Alanna's pretty car. Anything to get her back for what she'd done. Eat something really nasty first. Just to make sure it'd take like paint thinner to take it off. "Wanna go poop all over her car?" she suggested, only half joking. "There's a dead skunk on about half a mile from her house. I could totally chow on that first. Leave the rest in it." She knew how to break into a car. Okay, that was making her feel better. "Hey," she said. "It sucked, but you needed to know. Because- yeah." She sighed. "Seriously, we need to go for a fly. Or get drunk. Or both." Both was sounding really good right now.
He smiled at her, his eyes flicking to the girl briefly as he chuckled and then looked forward again. "You're so bad," he told her. But she made him feel better. She always had been able to pull him out of his funky moods and being able to now showed just how great a friend she was. "I think both sounds pretty good about now. I'm pretty sure mom's got something filled with alcohol around the house." He usually didn't bother drinking but right now he'd gladly get plastered. "Stay with me tonight," he told her. "I might even share the bed with you instead of tossing you on the floor," he teased.
"Oh tell me that doesn't sound like poetic justice?" she challenged. "She shit on you. We should definitely return the favor. Repeatedly." Not that she was worth the repeats, but the idea was making Shy feel better. "So drunk first or fly first?" she asked. She scoffed at that. Yeah, Lucas could toss her about anywhere he wanted. NO, NOT GOING THERE. Been there, done that. It was so bad, they'd never even entertained the idea. At least, he never had. And tonight was definitely not the right time. He probably wanted to try batting for the other team after what Alanna had done to him. Not that that had worked when she tried it. Women were just as bad. "Yeah, because that doesn't happen even when you share the bed. You are the most restless sleeper ever."
"Maybe later. When she's driving it. It's a convertible. One of them at least. So yeah, definitely while she's driving it." It would be way more fun to shit on her than just on her car. "It'll be funnier to see her try to clean bird shit out of her hair and off her million dollar dress than have someone else clean up the car," he explained. He fully intended to plan this now, all thanks to Shy. "Drunk first, then fly," he told her. "And I would not toss you out of the bed," he added. In any sense of the word. Cheyenne was gorgeous. She always had been. She just wasn't interested in him that way which was fine. He loved her enough to be okay with friendship. It was partially why he'd ended up with Alanna in the first place. Shy hadn't been interested. At least he figured she wasn't. She'd never brought it up. "The only reason I'm restless when you're in bed with me is because you poke me with your cold little feet."
"Oh win," she said. "It's a date. I will keep you posted. I can totally spy better than you. And well, text with my beak and talk as a bird. Because I am good like that." She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling now that he was cheering up. It wasn't the end of the world. Knocking a girl up and having your whole future blown was, so this was a good thing, really. A good thing that really sucked. Damn. "Because your feet aren't freezing?" she challenged. "Your legs are even longer than mine. They get even less bloodflow. And they're scaly and nasty." She stuck her tongue out at him for emphasis. Yeah, at least they'd always be friends though. That was enough, really. Sort of. Okay, so long every bitch he dated didn't screw him over like this.
"They are not," he told her, rolling his eyes a little at the girl. "You're one to talk about scaly nasty legs when last time you stayed over yours were totally prickly," he teased, smirking at her and knowing she was going to be horrified. Her legs hadn't been prickly, but it was fun to torment her. And it got the subject off of Alanna and that was the best thing ever.
Shy made a face and shoved Lucas. "Brat," she told him. "See if I go flying with you, if you're gonna complain about my legs." She settled back into her seat and stuck one long leg up on the dashboard, pulling pant leg of her jeans up. "See, smooth as silk," she challenged. This would be flirting with any guy but Luc. He wasn't interested. She just had to accept it.
Lucas reached over with one hand and slid his fingers upwards from her calf to where her jeans were pulled to. "Okay, I believe you," he told her, smirking a little. "Today. You were practically Chewbacca then."
She tried to hide the shudder that went through her as his hand slid up her leg. "Pfft," she dismissed as she pulled her pant leg down. "Your memory is clearly flawed." She settled back against the seat. "So drinking then flying. I reserve the right to laugh my tailfeathers off when you fly into a window. Just saying."
He rolled his eyes as they turned onto his street and he pulled into the driveway. Turning off the car, he unbuckled and reached over, pulling Shy into his arms and sighing a little. "Thanks," he said, giving her a little squeeze. "For always being the one person I can count on." Besides his mother of course who hadn't cared much for Alanna either. He pulled back and kissed her forehead and then climbed out of the car, closing it behind him and heading up the walk to the front door.
Shy smiled and leaned into him. She could pretend for a second, right? "Always," she said. "Come on, I want to get you plastered and out of your clothes." And there went her foot in mouth syndrome. "So we can go flying. Yeah." God. Hopefully he hadn't heard that last part because of the car door slamming. Right. "Race you to the booze stash." With that, she took off towards the front door past him.
He'd heard it, but assumed that she meant so they could go flying. "No fair," he told her. "You're teensy and therefore can run faster," he teased, even if it wasn't true. He bounded after her, heading through the door and latching it once they were inside. It didn't take long to find a bottle of liquor in the back of a cabinet. He grabbed it out and handed it over to the girl. Lucas didn't bother grabbing glasses, they could share the bottle. Likely he'd need the whole damned thing. "Come on," he said, "let's go upstairs."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Suck it, Hunter," she shot back. He was such a brat. He was lucky she loved him and he'd had a bad night. But there was booze. So he was forgiven. Kicking off her shoes, she headed up to his room. "Way ahead of you, Luc." Heading into his room, she flopped down on his bed and opened the bottle. "Hurry it up or I'm gonna drink it all," she called.
He followed her up the stairs and into his room. His own shoes were discarded, along with his socks and he flopped down, half on her and half on the bed. "Gimme," he said, motioning for her to hand him the bottle. "I'm the one that needs to get wasted, not you."
"Okay, fine," she said as she handed over the bottle, carding her fingers through his hair as she propped herself up more comfortably with his pillows. When the alcohol was away from her beak, she could smell the faint hint of the bitch in here. Goddamned. It was best not to say anything. Lucas wouldn't be able to smell it. Owls were all ears, not noses. That was a carrion bird thing. "For what it's worth, when it does happen, you will be a great dad. Look how good you take care of your mom?" It was a point worth making. She stroked her fingers through his hair some more. "I'm sorry. I know you don't want to talk about it. It's just so fucked up and unfair."
No, he couldn't smell her. They'd only messed around at his place the one time. After that she apparently didn't want to be at his house any more. Too slummy for her apparently. Thankfully his nose wasn't quite as keen as hers. Small favors really. He settled back against the pillows beside her and took a long drink from the bottle. Then another when she started talking about how he'd make a great dad. He sighed as he handed her the bottle and laid back, closing his eyes and shaking his head a little. "It doesn't matter," he told her. "It's said and done and over. I just won't be that fucking stupid again," he muttered. "What the hell was I thinking? Some chick with more money in her wallet than I've seen in my whole life is supposed to think that I am some catch? Right." He couldn't catch anyone's attention for more than a few seconds.
Shy sat up and downed a longer pull on the bottle when he said that. "She's a cunt," she reminded him. "You are a catch. You're smart and funny and ambitious and sweet. The only fucking good guy I know. So you know, it's feasible that if she were not such a shallow whore, she might have seen what I have." Oh shit. Shy took another drink of booze to cover for it. "She's just like an alien from another planet. A bad one. Where people don't matter but money does. You wouldn't have been happy in her world anyway. That house was...stupid. It was like overcompensation in every form. Makes me wonder how tiny her dad's dick is."
"Oh yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm such a catch that I've fooled around with a handful of people and only slept with two. One of which was banging at least two other guys besides me. The other was you and well, that was so awkward that it put me in the proverbial friendzone for eternity," he reminded her. But that wasn't the point. "You think I'm a nice guy because you're my friend. That's what friends think." It was pretty funny about the house, however, and he chuckled a little. "Probably small," he muttered.
She actually looks surprised at that. "Wait, you've only slept with me and cuntface?" she demanded. "That is not what Lily Martinez said. She said she sucked you off so good you practically ripped her hair out." She hadn't totally believed it, but she couldn't exactly ask him. "Wow, it really was so bad I put you off sex until Alanna decided to make you her boytoy." God, now she really needed a drink. Yeah, friend zone. Exactly. She took another long pull.
Lucas rolled his eyes. "I didn't have sex with Lily Martinez. Yeah, she sucked my dick. But she also slobbered so bad that my balls were practically chaffed from the moisture and I swear to god she almost made me bleed because she couldn't figure out that teeth are only good in moderation. And usually not on my dick." Yeah, that had been awful. He shuddered at the memory and took the bottle back from her, taking a long drink. Jesus. "It wasn't bad. It was awkward. And you didn't put me off. I just didn't want to with anyone else and you weren't interested," he shrugged. "Not a big deal."
"Oral sex counts," she pointed out. "Also damn. No wonder the boys call her Chainsaw. I thought it was a reference to those damned braces she wore." She stopped. "She didn't have the braces then, did she? Because I figure no guy is that desperate." That would hurt like a bitch. She took the bottle back. "Well, you never offered again," she pointed out, taking a drink. "How do you know I wasn't interested?" Okay, dangerous close to saying something stupid here. "I know you're not interested. Case in point, blond, big tits, sweet and meek. Not me."
"Does not. My cock has only been in two vaginas. Oral isn't the same. Especially from Lily Martinez. I want to pretend that she doesn't exist too. And no, she didn't have braces then. God no." He sighed at her next words, taking the bottle back and drinking one more swig before responding. "I didn't offer because I figured it sucked for you. You didn't offer again and I wasn't going to pressure you into it if it wasn't good for you." He hadn't even known how to really ask. The whole thing had mostly been a 'what's the hype about' thing.
"That's the whole damned reason I liked her. She wasn't you. I wouldn't have to worry about thinking about you when I was with her if she was nothing like you." Which was more than he'd wanted to say. He sighed again and pushed his hair back from his face, shaking his head and taking another long drink. "It doesn't even matter," he finally finished, shrugging a little as he handed her the bottle and laid back again, covering his face with his hands and letting out a low groan. "God, today sucks."
"Jesus, Hunter," she groaned. "Have you ever had good sex? Not that I have. But still, one of us should be." Yeah, it had been awkward and painful, but it hadn't been as bad as some of the guys she'd had. "It didn't suck. It was just, yeah, the size logistics kind of sucked. Even before puberty hit, you had a huge dick and I am tiny. And we had no fucking idea what we were doing."
Shy looked at him in disbelief. "Whoa, what?" she demanded, taking the bottle and setting it on the bedside table. She straddled his waist, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face. "It does matter," she told him. "Why the hell would you think of me? That boat sailed. Because-" Okay, she couldn't think why that boat had sailed, but she was sure it said.
"Fuck, I think we really have been that stupid. Shit." She sat back, raking her hands through her hair. She could have spared him that bitch doing that to him if she'd said something? Okay, now she felt worse. "Jesus, Luc, I'm sorry." She was not going to cry. Dammit. She wasn't the one who just had their whole life fucked over. She did not get to cry about missed opportunities now.
He was a little surprised when she straddled him. Well, not a whole lot, but still. He let her pull his hands away from his face and looked up at her. He didn't even know how to respond to her question, but she went on rambling and then apologized so he didn't really have to at first. And now she looked and sounded like she was going to cry and that made him feel like shit. "Shy-shy," he sighed, reaching up to pull her body down against his own, sliding his fingers through her hair to comfort her. "You're not allowed to cry. You know I suck at dealing with tears," he reminded her. "And you don't have any reason to be sorry about it. I mean it's cool. We're friends and that's great." And it was. It was better than not having her around at all.
Shy struggled loose and clambered off of him, shaking and trying very hard not to cry because he was being so sweet and stupid. "Yes, I do!" she hissed at him. "I love you, you stupid fucking idiot. Always. But it was awkward and you and I just never- I thought-" She wrapped her arms around herself. "Forget it. You don't need this tonight. You've already been through hell."
Lucas just stared at her, dumbfounded. He'd lifted himself up onto his elbows when she'd climbed off of him and off of the bed itself. Then she went on and told him that she loved him and yelled some more and then tried to shut down completely. Jesus Christ. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab her around the waist and pulled her in against him. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked her, even though he was asking himself practically the same question. "I thought that we were just going to be friends forever," he admitted. "After all the awkwardness we just went back to normal and then you never talked about it really. I mean we joked and shit but I just thought that's all it was to you. A joke. Something stupid to go back and laugh about."
She flailed a bit as he grabbed her and pulled her close. Then she gave up and wrapped her arms around him. Shy was crying now, but there wasn't anything to do about it. "That's why," she said. "Because it was better to have you as a friend than take the chance of losing you. I- I don't believe that shit really works out. Look at my mom. She's been looking for love for so long, and it always ends the same way. With unwanted kids and a broken home. I didn't want that. If you're my friend, then I always have you." She swallowed hard. "And yeah, because I didn't think you felt like that about me...especially after you started going out with her." That had been the nail in the coffin for her hopes they could maybe be someday.
He didn't blame her for thinking the way that she did. He knew first hand how shitty a broken home felt. He also knew how shitty it was when things didn't work out. He pulled her tighter against him, rolling back into the bed and curling up against the girl, his fingers sliding through her hair as she cried. "It's okay," he told her. "I'm not going anywhere. You're not going to lose me," he assured her. He felt badly for dating Alanna at all now, especially with how much it had obviously hurt Cheyenne. "If it makes you feel better, I wish I'd never dated her at all," he breathed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Shy-shy."
Well, that settled it. He didn't feel the same way. It was okay though, since apparently he wasn't going to run away because she was stupid and in love with him. She curled into him anyway, because they both needed the comfort right now. "No, that doesn't make me feel better," she told him honestly. "She hurt you. She could have ruined your whole life. And that hurts me. Because you are the best guy in the world. I was jealous and I-" What was the point? She wasn't going to guilt him now. It wasn't his fault. "I'm just sorry. For the whole mess."
Jealous? It didn't make sense for her to be jealous she was just his best friend and...
Wait.
Lucas blinked a bit at that and his brain cycled through recorded footage back to when she'd said she loved him and he realized in that moment that she meant she loved him. Not that she loved him like a friend, but that she truly loved him. "Wait a second. You love me?" he asked her, his mouth catching up with his brain which obviously was too fuzzy to keep up with his ears. "Like love me?" he went on, moving his hand to her chin and nudging her face up so he could look into her eyes. "Really? You're not just like... pretending? Saying that to make me feel better? Pitying me because Alanna's a bitch?"
Oh god, he really was a complete moron. Cheyenne jerked away with a hiss. "Pretending?" she snapped, on her feet in a second. "Just saying it? Pitying you? I just told you I love you and you think I'm fucking just making that up?" Okay, so she was probably overreacting but God- "I have loved you since I was ten fucking years old, you stupid idiot! GOD!'
Did she have to yell at him? He winced a little as she berated him with all the reasons why he was a moron. About halfway through it, he'd stood up. By the time she finished, he was beside her and fisted a handful of her top, shoving her against the nearest wall. "Stop yelling at me!" he told her. Because that made sense. Yelling didn't make yelling stop. "What am I supposed to think? I didn't know. You didn't tell me. I don't know what's going on in your head, at least not as well as I thought. If I'd have known that you loved me, I would have never dated that cunt. I'd have been with you in a heartbeat. I always come running when you call. You know this." God women were such confusing creatures. And this one was driving him insane. "I've listened to you bitch about every guy you've ever dated, every shitty fuck that's hit on you that I've had to deck. All the boys you've crushed on over the years and I sucked it up and did it because I fucking loved you and then you tell me now that you've loved me all along? Jesus, Cheyenne."
She stiffened when he grabbed her, letting out a surprised hiss. And would have preferred if he hit her. Because what he said hurt more and more. "I know," she sobbed, head down, broken and beaten down. "Don't you think I know? Don't you think I feel like a bigger bitch than her right now?" She looked away. "I didn't know you loved me either. I didn't think- I don't know."
He wanted to shake her, but she was crying and making him feel like an ass. "You're not a bitch," he sighed, his voice a bit more calm as he used the hand not tight in the fabric of her shirt and guided her face towards him again. "You're not, okay? You didn't cause this mess. What Alanna did had nothing to do with you. If it wasn't me, it woulda been some other poor sap," he reminded her. "Don't carry that guilt, it's not yours to bear."
"Yeah, but you said if I had told you, you wouldn't have gone out with her," she protested. "And it's true. I didn't exactly give you a better option. Not that you seem interested. I just-" She sighed. "And I feel like a bitch for telling you tonight. Because you don't need this. Maybe I just didn't realize how much I'd fucked up not telling you until now. It was supposed to be better for both of us. I was so wrong and I'm sorry."
"You're not a bitch," he told her again, releasing her shirt and pulling her against him again. "I still love you, you twit," he told her with a little sigh, his fingertips sliding through her hair, gently tugging the dark strands. "That hasn't changed. Maybe knowing was exactly what I needed," he went on. It certainly pushed Alanna to the back of his memory. He had more important things to deal with now like the tiny crying girl against his chest. "Stop saying you're sorry. It's not your fault. I didn't tell you either," he sighed. "I'm just as much an idiot as you were."
Shy immediately wrapped her arms around Lucas, shuddering at the feel of his fingers in her hair. She smiled a bit when he told her he still loved her. "Good," she said. "Because I'm not taking it back now." She sighed and reached up with one hand to dash away the tears. "We were both idiots," she agreed. "But now we know and maybe- I don't know, you'll give me a second chance not to suck in bed sometime?" She didn't want to rush him into anything, especially not another relationship. "Unless you've decided to try the other team. Which I can tell you from experience, isn't an improvement."
He arched a brow at her words, blinking a bit in disbelief. "Size logistics haven't really changed," he reminded her, smirking slightly as he reached out to slide his thumbs beneath her eyes to get rid of the last few stray tears that lingered. "I don't think I could ever play for the other team no matter how shitty my last relationship was," he admitted. "Dudes don't do it for me, baby, sorry."
She snorted at that. It wasn't a pretty sound in her tear congested sinuses, but she didn't care. "Yeah, you're bigger," she challenged. "But hopefully less clueless. Hopefully me too. We didn't exactly know about lubrication back then." It was a valid point. "Yeah, well, girls were kind of fun, but only for fooling around with. Outside of the bedroom, it was nonstop backstabbing and jealous shit. All it did was remind me why I've preferred hanging out with you forever. Well, besides that whole stupid crush I've had on you since sixth grade."
"I'd like to think I'm less clueless," he told her. He didn't really have a plethora of experience, but he liked to envision himself as a sex god because teenage boys just tended to do that. "Thinking about you making out with chicks is not helping my ability to not be totally turned on right now," he told her. And it was an honest statement. She was hot and likely made out with other hot girls. Like that wasn't masturbatory fodder for the rest of his damned life. "I can promise not to backstab you, but I am kinda jealous," he smirked.
"I'd hope so," she said. "Because I'd like to find out sometime." Shy tilted her head back, looking up at Lucas. She let out a snorty little laugh at that. "Making it hard, huh?" Okay, that was probably not fair, but he'd brought it up. Okay, also not a good turn of phrase. "I don't want to make out with hot girls right now, Luc. But if you don't fucking kiss me soon, I'm going to start doubting this whole deal. Because actions louder than words, ya know?"