Shy Murphy (_quoththeraven_) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-06-26 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.16.11, cheyenne, cheyenne and lucas, lucas |
I Need Somebody To Love
Who: Cheyenne and Lucas
What: Serious conversations
When: 10.16.11 - Sunday, late morning
Where: The Hunter Residence
Warnings: None
Lucas knew he had a lot to think about. He had a lot of decisions to make, not only about school but about what he wanted to do with his life. He'd thought he had set plans, But then it all went up in flames and now he was left wading through the ashes that were left trying to pick up the pieces of who he thought he was and put them together in the form of who he was supposed to be. He was confused and hurt and trying to figure out where he was supposed to go now that everything that he thought he'd figured out had to be reworked. He wasn't sure what to do anymore, but he'd have to figure it out. And soon.
Once his mother had left, he finished up breakfast with Cheyenne and washed the few dishes there were and put them away. It was the least he could do to apologize for having sex at his mother's house. He knew he shouldn't have, but it wasn't like he'd really been thinking much at all the last day. Turning his attention to Cheyenne as he put the last dish into the cabinet, he sighed. "We should talk," he told her. "Upstairs?" Did she have to be so adorable in his shirt? God. Serious conversations with hot girls wearing his clothes was not something he was used to.
Shy helped out with the dishes, just glad that things were starting to work out. Justice wasn't mad, Lucas wasn't trapped in a relationship with Alanna about to be a teen father and they were together. Probably. She assumed they were together, because like Lucas had said, he wasn't the sleep around type.
She gave him a completely look of disbelief. "You really think that if we go upstairs, into your bedroom, we will talk?" Shy pointed out. "Your willpower is way better than mine if you do. Because upstairs smells like an orgy." Not that she didn't want to talk, but they'd promised his mom no sex in the house. Going upstairs, where they'd just had sex, was very counterproductive to not having more sex. Not to mention Justice's bedroom still smelled like sexy lion and definitely wasn't any better for either of them. They definitely couldn't take a shower together. So upstairs was out. "Couch?" she suggested. Hopefully, nobody had sex on that.
He supposed she was right. "I'm going to want to sleep with you no matter if we're on the sofa or upstairs," he pointed out with a sigh. "Especially when you're wearing that." But either way, he simply nodded and headed towards the sofa, plopping down longways across it and fully expecting her to come lay down on top of him so they could snuggle and he could talk to her. "Well," he said expectantly as he looked up at her. "Come here."
Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but that's normal teenage boy hormones." she pointed out as she followed him into the living room. "Upstairs, in private, with the whole room smelling like us having sex? Yeah, not happening, especially talking." She didn't hesitate to snuggle into him on the couch though. "Okay, so start talking," she insisted. "Unless you want me to?" Nobody wanted that. Even Lucas. He tolerated her chatter better than anybody, didn't mean he liked it.
Lucas sighed a little as he let his fingers slide through her hair. "I don't even know where to start," he told her honestly as his eyes met hers. "I guess with the most important things first. Like you," he murmured, pushing her hair back from her forehead gently. "What does this mean for us, Shy?" he asked her. "What do you want it to mean?" He didn't want her to feel pressured into being in a relationship with him, especially if she thought it was some sort of rebound, but he wanted to be with her. It was all so damned confusing.
Okay, he just had to tell her she was one of the most important things. Then asked what she wanted them to mean. Shy sighed. "I'd bite you like right the hell now if it was my choice," she told him honestly. "I'm not going to. Especially after what bitchfacerichgirl did to you. But I'm not going anywhere. Not that much has changed, Luc. You're still my best friend and I don't want to fuck that up more than anything. But I've been in love with you forever and I want to be with you." Cheyenne sighed again. "This shouldn't be this confusing. I blame Alanna. If she hadn't fucked you over, this would feel less rebound-y."
He sighed and shook his head. "You are not a rebound," he told her sternly. "If anything she's a damned rebound because I wanted to be with you but didn't have the balls to just come out and say it. But I don't want you to feel like that's what you are." He shook his head again as if that was going to change the way things were at that moment. Letting his head fall back against the arm of the couch, he groaned. "I love you," he told her simply. "More than just because you're my best friend," he added.
That did make Shy feel better. "Like I was any better?" she said. "I couldn't tell you either. We were both dumb like that." She let out a little frustrated cackle when he groaned. "I love you too," she told him. "So, what's the problem then?" Maybe there wasn't one.
"I don't know," he told her honestly. "I want to be with you. So just say 'yeah, I'll be your girlfriend' and we can stop having this conversation," he muttered, flushing more than he'd like to and cursing the fact that he was lighter skinned than his mother thanks to his sperm donor father. There was no way Cheyenne wouldn't notice the reddening of his cheeks.
Cheyenne laughed. "Okay, I wanna be your girlfriend, dummy," she said, turning in his lap to kiss him. "But you have to say you wanna be my boyfriend. Then we can shut up about this and get on with...whatever we're supposed to do now." She frowned. "You know, I don't think I've ever actually had a guy I'd call a boyfriend. Probably because I was holding out for you." Shy shrugged and kissed Lucas again.
He smiled a little and rolled them onto their sides, letting her fall between his body and the back of the sofa, pressing against her a little as he leaned in to kiss her. "I wanna be your boyfriend," he whispered against her mouth. "And good, then I can be your first boyfriend," he smirked. "Just like I'm the first guy that you had sex with," he murmured. Awkward as it had been, it meant something, even back then. "And if I have any say in it, the last guy."
Shy squawked a little as he trapped her between the couch and him. "Hey, bird, claustrophobic here," she protested. Even though it wasn't bad. But he was such a brat. "Well, if you keep nailing me like that, you will be," she told him. "I have almost as many marks as your mom did."
"Oh can it, birdie," he told her, sliding his fingers through her hair with a smile. "I'm going to," he told her, winding his arms around her and pulling back a little so she wasn't smashed against the sofa. "Don't remind me how many scratches and bruises my mother's got. I'm trying to convince myself they're consensual and not think about her getting fucked to death by a lion, thanks." Yeah, he didn't want to think about his mother getting laid at all. "So, should I call it quits at Barrie?" he asked her.
"Bites," she said. "There were more bites than scratches." Yeah, that was mean, but he deserved it for trapping her against couch. "Well, he probably looks just as bad, considering." She'd left her mark on Lucas as well. Which his mother had seen. Oops. Shy shrugged. "If I had my say, yes," she told him. "School is lame enough without you. If it wouldn't give Mom a heart attack, I'd blow it off entirely and just get a job."
"You're not allowed to do that," he told her, pulling her into his arms and rolling onto his back so she was laid out on her chest again. "You've gotta stay in school," he mumbled. He didn't care for it most of the time, even if he was pretty smart. But still. He wanted the best for Cheyenne and dropping out wasn't the best. "I wanna see you go across that stage and get your diploma," he smiled. "So I can hoot and holler that my girlfriend's a hottie with a brain too."
"Okay, so I now have incentive not to quit school," she drawled. "Because seriously, what's the point? I don't want to go to college and sit in boring classes and listen to lame teachers drone about stuff I don't care about for another four years." School had never been hard for Shy, just painfully boring. "What about you? I thought you only went to Snob School so you could get into a good college?"
"Because you're smart," he told her. "Because you could be anything you wanna be and you're just too all over the place to want to bother with it," Lucas was quick to explain to her. "Yeah, I wanna get into a good college, but I can do that without being at Barrie," he shrugged. "Especially now that I know exactly what those fuckers are like. I'd rather graduate with you than spend one more class with any of them." That was the truth. "You should go to college too," he added. "Because, like I said, you can do anything if you wanted to. You just gotta want as much for you as I do, Shy."
Shy sighed. "I don't know what I want to do," she admitted. "I never thought about it, ya know? There's all kinds of jobs and half the people Mom works with have college degrees that didn't do squat for them." She shrugged. "I don't even know where to start. I'm not good at anything."
"Well you're not the people that your mom works with," he reminded her, sliding his fingers through her hair. "And you're good at plenty of stuff. Like talking. A lot." He smiled at that, partially teasing her, but it was the truth all the same.
Cheyenne sighed. "I am not good at talking," she said. "I talk a lot. That is not the same thing as being good at it." She snuggled into Lucas. "So maybe I'll talk to the guidance counselor like she's been bugging me to." It couldn't hurt anything.
"You should," Lucas agreed, smiling a little at her, nudging her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "I love you, Shy. Big mouth and all," he assured her. "And I want us to be together so I think I'm going to come back to Woodrow Wilson. I miss you. I don't like not getting to see that pretty face every morning." Which made him think more about the future. "And after my birthday, I was going to say that we should like move in together," he commented. "I'll have another job by then and we could find someplace cheap. You know, if you wanted."
"Are you asking me to shack up with you?" she asked with a little laugh, giving him a shove. It would probably be easier on both their moms. Justice seemed to be getting pretty serious with Mufasa there and her mom could definitely use less mouths to feed. She could get a smaller place for herself. "Okay, but I'm getting a job if we do that," she said. "I am not freeloading off you, Luc. Besides, there's tons of stuff I can do and still do my homework."
He sighed. "You make it sound so bad when you say that," he muttered, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow at her. Then she had to go and say she had to get a job if they moved in together. "Why?" he asked her. "You wouldn't be freeloading. I'd be taking care of you. That's what I'm supposed to do," he reminded her. He was the man, damn it. He would have never been able to take care of Alanna, but he could take care of Shy. She wasn't as high maintenance and he loved her. He'd be happy to do it.
Shy shook her head. "You're getting sappy on me, Hunter," she teased, pushing him down on his back and straddling his waist. Yeah, this was a bad position for their no sex promise, but Lucas was being silly. "I like. Yes, I will move in with you to our little love nest. Better?" She stroked her fingers through his hair. "You already take care of me. You save me from my broken brain to mouth filter and love me and you've always been there for me. So me working is just because it's my house too and I know what it's like to live hand to mouth on one income. So, guess what? We'll both work and not starve and it'll all be good."
"Am not," he argued. His hands came to rest on her hips and he sighed a little, eyes meeting hers as he listened to her reasoning for wanting a job too. "You're not going to let me win this are you?" he asked her, already knowing the answer. Cheyenne could be a stubborn thing when she wanted to be and he knew her well enough to know that this would be one of those things that she wouldn't let go.
"You are," she shot back, sticking out her tongue at Lucas. "But I like it. You're my boyfriend now. You're supposed to be all sappy and romantic." Yeah, he already knew the answer to that. "Nope," she said. "But don't worry, where there's baby birds involved, you're the breadwinner. Especially if they're anything like me."
He frowned a little when she mentioned baby birds. As much as he wasn't ready to be a father just yet, he'd prepared himself for it. Now it was like he'd lost a baby he'd never even had a chance to have. It made his stomach churn uncomfortably and his heart ache a little. "Let's not talk about baby birds," he told her. There wouldn't be any of those in his near future if he had anything to do with it.
Oops, there had gone her chronic foot in mouth syndrome. "I'm sorry, Luc," she sighed, sprawling out on him and snuggling him. "I hate her. Because she did this to you. It's wrong and horrible and unfair and I still want to poop on her head after eating something nasty." It wasn't enough to reassure him probably, but Shy had to try.
It wasn't Cheyenne's fault. It was Alanna's. It was her lie that had caused so much catastrophe in his life and he hated her for it. He didn't really 'hate' a lot of people, his father being the only one until Alanna came along and whipped through his world like a hurricane. Destruction in her path and barely any survivors. He sighed a little and twirled a bit of her hair around his fingertip. "Doesn't matter," he told her. "I'm glad, I am. It's just trying to get used to the fact that things are the way I was expecting them to go. I mean I'm happy that they're not but I'm more hurt over losing the baby than I am over losing her." Which was stupid, probably, but it was the truth. "I'd rather have babies with you anyway."
"Well duh," Shy said. "Of course you're upset about that. The baby was the only good part of this deal." Alanna was a spoiled, useless rich bitch. "And it'll take time for you to get back to you. I'll help as much as I can." She kissed Lucas. "Yeah, I'll make prettier babies than she will anyway." She shook her head. "You'll be a great dad someday, Luc. In the meantime, you're a great friend and boyfriend and son. So don't be so damned hard on yourself."
"You will," he agreed. "And you won't freak out when you start craving rodents," he smirked, leaning up for another kiss from her. He'd try not to be so hard on himself, but he wasn't going to make any promises. Either way, babies were in the distant future. He was far too concerned with the present now anyway. "I love you, Shy," he told her, letting his eyes flick up to hers. "You always know what to say."
"If I only crave rodents, you'll be lucky," she told him. "Mom has horror stories about her pregnancy cravings." Raven appetites were not for the weak of heart. Or stomach, for that matter. "I love you too, Luc," she told him. Then she cackled at that. "Even when you say stuff that isn't true." Shy never said the right thing. Lucas just never took it personally when she said the wrong thing. "Come on," she said. "Let's go do something until your mom comes back from her lunch date."
He smirked a little at her request. "Can we go outside so I can do you?" he teased. Well... no, not really a tease because technically outside wasn't in the house. It was her fault for straddling him like that. "Movie?" he suggested instead, to keep himself from thinking too much on her in his shirt looking delicious.
Cheyenne crowed out a laugh. "Okay," she agreed immediately. "To both, really." She furrowed her brow. "Does your car count? We could totally do it there. Then come back inside and watch a movie. That counts as a compromise, right?"
"See this is why I love you," he told her. No, he didn't think his car counted at all, even if it was sitting in the driveway. "But once I get you naked, I'm not going to want to come back in," he smirked, wrapping his arm around her middle and hoisting her up from the sofa as he stood. Damn he loved her being all portable.
She giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around him more securely. "So why come back inside?" she teased. "We can just get dressed and go get lunch somewhere. Maybe try the whole 'sex in the woods' thing." Yeah, they probably didn't have that much time, but it was a nice thought.
"How about we have lunch and then when mom gets home I'll talk to her about the whole school crap and then tonight I'll come over and see you and we can go out in the woods?" he suggested. They could fly somewhere, do the dirty, and come back to cuddle in her bed. At least it sounded like a good idea to him. "Maybe sneak in a quickie somewhere in the car?" he smirked. Yeah, waiting didn't seem like something that was going to happen.
"I like your plan," she agreed. "But I suppose your plan means I need to put on more than just your shirt, huh?" She'd have to when Justice got back anyway. "But definitely owe me sex in the woods sometimes. And a quickie in your car while we're at it." Oh yeah, they were definitely horny teenagers in love. "But first, you need more energy for what I plan to do with you. So let's get food first."
"Food first," he agreed. "We can go by your place first and grab you some clothes if you want," he offered. All of his were too big for her, obviously. Tiny little thing that she was. "Maybe have a quickie there instead. My bed smells like you, only fair that yours smells like me too."
Shy sighed and nodded, letting go of Lucas and dropping to her feet. "Well, what're you waiting for, Hunter?" she demanded. "We haven't got all day."