YAYness. Chapter five. We're getting' along there, little doggies. Or something. Pardon me, coffee is not my friend. It makes me twitchy and incoherent. But only when I've had half the pot. twitch
Okay. While some of the story is based on my experiences and experiences of people I know, it is, for the most part, fictional.
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And so....
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What Are The Odds?
Chapter 5
I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my sister singing an off-key rendition of "Kill The Poor" by the Dead Kennedys. Well, the song sounds out of key to begin with, so perhaps you can imagine how badly my sister managed to mutilate it.
"What time is it?" I demanded sleepily.
"Nine O'clock!"
"Christ, why are you awake? It's too fuckin' early!" I groaned, sitting up in bed. Fighting my sister was a lost cause. I looked toward her. She had an unnaturally happy, perky look on her face that made me slightly worried. "What's wrong with you?" I asked suspiciously.
"Doesn't matter!" Violet chirped flippantly. "Get up, get up, get up! We're going shopping!" She bounced happily out of my room, singing, I believe, about the Muffin Man.
I really don't understand her. We're supposed to be twins. Born together, from the same mother at the same time, we were raised together, we've lived together our entire lives... and while I like to think I retain some semblance of normality, she's crazier than a road lizard.
Alright. So getting out of bed was harder than originally planned. As soon as I sat up in bed, I remembered why I'd gone to sleep so early. Adam. Goddammit. Now I was bitter.
My spirits brightened for a second -- just a second -- when I thought of what Violet might have done to him, but then they fell again as I realized she would have told me immediately if she did anything crazy. Back to bitter and foul I go.
I grumbled to myself throughout my whole morning routine. I hated shopping. I hated it with a vengeance. I knew that shopping with my twin entailed going to the mall. I hate everything about malls. I hate the mallrats, I hate the crowds, I hate all the stores that carry clothes nowhere close to my size. I hate mall food, I hate greasy zit-covered mall employees, I hate little kids running around with their mothers nowhere in sight. I hate trendy little thirteen-year-olds following the latest fashion and thinking they're the first ones to come up with it.
Let's just face it, there isn't much I don't hate at nine in the morning.
Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting in our station wagon, washed, dried and dressed, on my way to the dreaded shopping mall.
I yelled at Violet for going too slow on the freeway, and she in turn yelled at me for not having a license so that I could drive every once in a while. Okay, so she had a point. But after I failed the mandatory Driver's Ed. course my old school provided for me in my freshman year, I never had the money to take a driving class. So I was stuck being chauffeured by my sister. Not a big deal, as we did most stuff together anyway. But her slow driving got on my nerves sometimes.
The mall was just like any other mall I'd ever been to, only I didn't see any Mexican people, and I only saw two -- exactly TWO -- black people, an overdressed woman holding the hand of a little toddler. There was one old Asian couple, and one twenty-something girl I thought to be Filipino, but other than that I was surrounded by white people. It felt... weird. Too homogenized.
I sat down on a wooden bench and watched my sister flirt with a cute guy, maybe 17 or 18 years old. Then a pretty redheaded girl came up and took his arm, dragging him away, leaving Violet standing by herself.
"Damn," she said, flopping down on the bench next to me. "I was having fun."
I grunted what I thought could pass as some sort of reply. But this was my sister I'm talking about, here. My twin. The girl who'd been alongside me my whole life, since even before birth. We'd shared the same womb. This girl knew everything there was to know about me. She knew shit about me that I didn't even know about myself. She knew something was up, and she demanded to know what.
"Just f'k'off..." I muttered.
She stared at me. "Oh no you didn't," she announced. "No you did NOT just tell me to fuck off! I know you didn't, because I know that you know that I would have to kill you if you told me to fuck off!" Whoa, she was pissed.
I stared at her, confused. What the fuck was that about? She usually didn't get so mad when I told to her to fuck off. She wasn't done talking though, apparently.
"I swear to god, I go do something nice for my brother and he tells me to fuck off! What's the world coming to today? A girl can't even meddle in her own fucking TWIN'S love life without getting yelled at! Well let me tell you, mister, this is the last time I do anything to promote your sex life!"
I continued staring at her, even more confused. I knew the girl was crazy, but Jesus, was she delusional, too? How was bringing me to a mall against my will promoting my sex life?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I finally asked.
Violet threw her arms up in the air and made a loud sound of aggravation. She hopped over the back of the wooden bench we were on and grabbed my head from the back, turning it to the left. She pointed with her finger to a bench a few dozen feet away.
Adam was sitting there, staring at me, fidgeting nervously.
"I swear to god, you are so dense, Reevie! We've been sitting within a few yards of your little boy toy for the last ten minutes and you haven't noticed! Christ, what's a girl to do!" Violet huffed off, and I thought she was going to leave me, but instead she walked toward Adam.
They had a very brief conversation, my twin flinging her arms around and pointing angrily in my direction. Then she grabbed Adam by the wrist and began dragging him toward me. He didn't look very happy.
"Alright," Violet announced, turning Adam around and pushing him down on the bench next to me. "You sit here and talk. Kiss and make up and shit. I'll be watching you, and if either one of you leaves without the other one I'm kicking both your asses," she threatened.
Adam looked very intimidated by my sister as she glared at him with narrowed eyes. Then she turned and flounced off, flopping herself down next to a pretty blonde girl a few benches away to start a "friendly" conversation. She turned for a moment to give us "the eye," then turned back.
"Hey," Adam said nervously. "How are you?"
"Fuck you," I snarled before I even knew my mouth was open, surprising even myself. "You're such an asshole, you know that? You have a fucking girlfriend! If I'd known you were going out with someone, I never would have even touched you! You're really fucked up, Adam."
Several random shoppers were stopped in their tracks, staring at me. I glared right back, narrowing my eyes and nearly growling with anger. They hurried away.
"Look... I'm sorry," Adam said softly. He had such a sorrowful look in his beautiful blue eyes. "I really am. I wasn't thinking about her. After we kissed, she never even popped up in my mind. I was just thinking about you."
"If you were thinking about me so much, why did you leave without saying goodbye?" I asked angrily, but more quietly this time.
He winced. "I... I got kind of... scared... when I woke up. I've never been with a guy before. I've never really wanted to, I'd never even thought about it until your party. But then, when I kissed you... I..." He faltered. "I don't know... I..."
Adam stared at his lap, his cheeks a bright shade of pink.
I didn't know how I felt about all this; I didn't even know what I was thinking. All I knew was that he had a girlfriend, yet was implying that he liked me. I was too overwhelmed to have any coherent thoughts.
"What is it exactly that you don't know?"
Adam's face flushed an even darker shade. "I don't know... what's going on with me. I don't know what to do, or even what to think. I don't know what to say to Amanda. I mean, I've been with her for two months; it's getting kind of serious. I don't know what I'm going to do, or what I'm going to tell her."
Amanda. So that was his girlfriend's name. Great. Now I'd hate every 'Amanda' I ever met for the rest of my life.
"Who says you have to tell her anything?" I asked sarcastically. "You didn't tell ME anything about HER, now did you?"
I couldn't sit there anymore. I stood up and walked in the opposite direction of where my sister was sitting, now flirting with a short, dark-haired guy. I walked as quickly as my legs would carry me, not really caring where I was going.
I heard Adam's hurried footsteps behind me. I sped up, and so did he. He caught up and walked quickly alongside me.
"Come on, Reeve," he pleaded. "Let's just sit down."
"And do what?" I snapped, not even looking at him. Jesus Christ, what did I have to do to get rid of him? I really didn't feel like dealing with this right now. Or ever, for that matter. I began looking around as I slowed down a bit. I looked for somewhere I could go where Adam couldn't -- or just wouldn't -- follow me. The women's bathroom? No. That got old once I was out of junior high. I could go into a store dressing room and lock the door... but no, then he could stand outside and talk to me through it.
Then I saw "Under Construction: DO NOT ENTER." There was caution tape crisscrossed in front of the entrance of one of the stores. There were some ladders and stuff set up, and a thick plastic sheet covering the entrance, but I didn't hear any sound coming from it, so I assumed it was abandoned for lunch or something.
I parted the plastic curtain and squeezed in between two strips of caution tape.
"What are you doing?" Adam asked, sounding a little panicked.
"Getting you off my ass!"
"You shouldn't go in there, it might be dangerous! What if you get caught? You could be arrested!"
I rolled my eyes at him before closing the plastic curtain behind me. I wandered through a forest of ladders, pipes, plastic sheets and support beams. It was a really big space, and completely devoid of any people, but full of dust, and scraps of wood and plastic. I found a pile of lumber and sat on it.
"Reeve!" Adam hissed from outside the plastic sheet. "Come back! Seriously, this isn't funny! Come on!"
"It's not supposed to be funny," I called back, rolling my eyes to myself. I tried my hardest to get Adam off my mind, but he kept talking to me through the plastic, telling me I should come out and talk to him, or that I would get caught if I stayed in the construction zone. All I wanted to do was wallow in my anger and self-pity, but the bastard wouldn't leave me alone!
I stood up from the pile of lumber and wandered further back into the construction site. Nothing interesting, but the farther I went the fainter Adam's voice got, so I kept going until I couldn't hear him at all. I went through a few doorways, to what would presumably be the storage rooms when the empty space became a store.
I heard a loud noise somewhat behind me, causing me to jump. Crap. I immediately ran and ducked behind a pile of huge pipes.
"Ow," I heard in a muttered voice. "Jeez..." and then, much louder, and quite near me, "Reeve? Are you in here? Come on..." Adam pleaded.
Damn it! Is there nowhere I can go to be left alone? I could hardly believe Adam even followed me after the fit he'd thrown when I walked in. I stood up.
"For fuck's sake, why don't you just leave me alone? I have nothing more to say to you!"
Adam walked toward me, and I walked away. I could hear him following me as I weaved my way through doorways and piles of junk.
"Come on, please, just stop and listen to me..."
I kept walking. This was beginning to get very aggravating.
"Reeve! I'm serious!" He didn't sound so pleading this time; it sounded like he was getting a bit irritated too. Well, good. He'd been irritating me for a long time, he deserved to get some irritation out of this.
Adam caught up and walked beside me, trying to look at me while walking, and not trip over the crap lying all around. He put a hand on my shoulder, trying to slow me down.
"Reeve, seriously... come on..."
This was fucking pissing me off now. I stopped, turned and glared at him. "Fine. I'm stopped. Say whatever it is you have to say so I can leave."
"I... I..." His face was all screwed up. He looked almost as frustrated as I felt. Then, throwing his arms in the air, he said, "Oh, fuck it."
Adam grabbed me by both shoulders and pushed me backwards, not hard enough to make me fall, but enough to make me stumble, and my back hit a wall. He'd caught me completely by surprise, and I'm sure the look on my face showed it.
"What the fuck is wrong with y--"
I was cut off. I didn't even know why for the first second, I didn't know what was going on, but then I realized that Adam was kissing me. He pressed his lips hard against mine, still holding my shoulders, pressing me against the wall. The thought of pushing him away occurred to me, but only for less than a second. I didn't want him to stop, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I did.
Adam kissed me hard, pushing his tongue against mine, and I kissed back, a rough, desperate kiss. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt the tingling, the hardening of my cock, and I could feel his growing hotter and thicker, even through the material of our pants. He ground his hips into mine, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, roughly stroking the inside of my mouth, sliding his hands down my arms, up and down my sides, under my shirt.
All rational though flew out the proverbial window. All I could think about was how incredible this felt, how much I wanted this. How much I wanted to touch Adam, and to be touched by him.
In a swift move that I couldn't quite comprehend, he managed to remove both our t-shirts and toss them somewhere I couldn't see without breaking our kiss for more than a second or two.
Adam's hot skin pressed against my own, both sets of our hands feeling every inch of skin they could find, as he continued pushing his hips against mine, incredible feelings of pleasure rushing through with each thrust.
Adam's hands drifted from my back to my stomach, stroking the smooth skin, until his fingers came to the top of my pants. They rested there for a moment, and when I didn't protest, he fumbled with the button on my pants, and undid my zipper, then stopped. He broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine, panting softly.
I held my breath, excited and waiting for his next move.
"Oh god," he muttered quietly to himself, his voice barely audible. "I can't do this. I just... oh Jesus..."
"Fuck you," I said. "You're not pulling that shit."
Nothing happened for a few moments, and I got scared. Then, quite unexpectedly, he laughed, and kissed me again, with renewed vigor. I didn't know what that was about, but at that moment I didn't really care, because Adam was sliding his hand down my pants. Through the thin material of my boxers, he ran his fingers up and down my hard length -- light, teasing touches, driving me crazy. My hips instinctively thrust forward into his hand, wanting more of that incredible feeling.
My hands, seemingly of their own accord, drifted to Adam's waist, and undid the button on his pants. I was nearly shaking with excitement as I slowly slid my hand into his jeans, and rested my palm against the hot, hard bulge I found there.
Fooling around with a guy had never been so exciting before. I mean, I'd liked it, it had been reasonably satisfying, but this... when I was with Adam, everything was incredible. His kisses could almost bring me to orgasm. Every time he touched me, every time he so much as looked at me, I felt something inside me, something I couldn't describe, something I couldn't even begin to understand. It just felt... right.
And then there was a noise, a loud crashing noise somewhere to the left. Adam and I both froze, our heads jerking toward the source of the sound.
"Goddamnit," a loud male voice roared from a few yards away. "Bob, I just tripped over your goddamn paint roller! And I told you to finish up the goddamn drywall last night!" There was some muffled response from another person, and two sets of heavy footsteps could be heard.
Both Adam and I hurriedly and silently pulled our hands out of each others' pants and refastened them, as I looked frantically around the dusty room for my shirt.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, snatching the black T-shirt from the ground. "Shit, shit, shit..."
I looked at Adam, but he didn't look at me. He was purposely keeping his eyes from meeting mine.
I continued cursing under my breath as I pulled on my shirt and readjusted myself so that my hard-on wasn't visible -- though it was quickly fading from the fright.
Adam began cautiously stepping over pieces of plaster and wood that littered the floor, and I followed, looking for a way to get out without being caught by who I presumed were the construction workers.
We edged silently out one door, through a room and out the front plastic sheet, narrowly missing being seen by the two men who were now hammering something or other.
Now back in the crowded hallway of the mall, I stared at Adam, who was slightly red in the face and staring at the ground, his hands shoved into his pockets. I waited for him to say something, or do something. He didn't.
"Say something," I demanded.
"I really do like you, Reeve," he said quietly, still staring at the floor.
"You sure have an interesting way of showing it," I said sarcastically. "'I really like you -- oh yeah, and by the way I already have a girlfriend.' Real smooth, man. You're a regular fucking Casanova."
Adam looked up at me with a conflicted expression. "I said I was sorry! Do you know how hard this is for me? I like you, but... I'm not gay! I mean, I like Amanda too... or at least I used to.... or maybe I still do, I don't even know anymore!"
I shook my head slowly, glaring at the wall across the hallway. Fucking wonderful. If I ever find out who first said 'these are the best years of your life,' I swear I'm going to pimpslap them so hard their mother will feel it. I glared at the movie advertisement on the wall across from me, too pissed to look at Adam.
"I'm sorry, Reeve," Adam repeated. "I really am. I didn't mean to mess everything up like this. I mean..." he trailed off. I looked at him; he was looking down the walkway with a wide-eyed expression. "Oh jeez," he muttered. "Ohhhhhhh jeez..."
I followed his line of vision. I didn't see anything unusual. Groups of giggling girls, a few gothed out kids with their 'woe is me' expression, a lot of old people and some Gap employees on a lunchbreak.
Wait, wait... there. A giggling blond teenaged girl waving happily in my direction. She was with one other giggling, preppy, happy-looking girl, a redhead, who also began waving, then hurried over to where Adam and I were standing. Nothing good could possibly come of this.
Eh. Shitness. Sorry I took a while to get this out, but I haven't been feeling too well lately. And some weird shit has been going on in my life...
Anywho, you peoples don't need to hear about me and my problems. So! I shall try to get the next chapter out sooner than later, but it may be a while.
Oh yes... and sorry about that whole cut-off-in-the-middle-of-a-sex-scene thing. I don't know why I felt compelled to do that, but I did it. don't be discouraged! There SHALL be "real" sex, but it will probably not be for the next few chapters.
Anywhoozle, email me and tell me what's up at: smpthy4thedevil@yahoo.com