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*Jessie’s POV*
Five dollars. I might take only five dollars if I was dared to lick someone’s foot, or do something stupid, but babysitting for six hours straight was worth plenty more to me then five dollars. What could I even buy for five dollars? Even so, I put on my widest smile, and beamed at my mother.
“Thanks mom, you know you don’t need to pay me at all” I assured her.
She smiled right back, pleased to see me pleased. “That’s bull crap, Jessie, a boy like you needs his money”
I chuckled lightly and nodded. Was our financial situation so bad that my mom was starting to believe five dollars was a lot of money? I sure hoped not. Suddenly I felt a little sick thinking about our money situation. Mom was a sectary and didn’t bring in very much money. Dad paid his child support.. Sometime’s. mom let this and that slip because he was as bad off as we were. But he didn’t have four kids to feed.
I looked around my family’s house. It wasn’t very nice. The carpets were cheap, as was the used couch we had in our living room. The TV was tiny. The house itself was very small. Mom slept in the living room and kept her stuff in the hallway closet.
Ryan, Kelso, and Kelsey shared a room. I felt awful for Kelsey who had to change in the bathroom and keep her stuff always hidden away because she shared a room with two boys. Ryan and Kelso had the run of the room, and shared a bunk bed well Kelsey slept on a single bed across the room.
Ryan didn’t have many toys and Kelso and Kelsey’s clothes weren’t great. Neither were mine now that I think about it. My best clothes were either from Vanessa or something I’d saved up for myself. I only had my own bedroom because I’d demanded it, otherwise my mom would have had the room to herself.
The more I pondered our money problems, the more I felt sick. I needed out of the house now. “Mom?” I called out, seeing which room she replied from.
“Yes?” she called from the kitchen. I walked in and found her there a cup of tea in her hands, wrapped up in her warm fuzzy house coat.
“I’m going over to Vanessa’s Kay?”
She frowned at me, the fine line’s etched into her face from constant worrying appeared. “Jess, it’s night.. I don’t think Vanessa’s father will appreciate that very much.”
I laughed a very fake laugh. She didn’t notice the false tone in it. “It’s all worked out, Mr. Stone doesn’t mind. I’ll be sleeping on their couch.”
My mom nodded, still looking concerned. “Want me to drive you?”
I shook my head, mom needed to be getting to sleep soon, not driving me around. “It’s not far, I can walk”
She nodded again, her eye’s even more worried. “Alright. Be careful please”
I nodded indifferently, put on my jacket, and was out the door. I’d set my watch to sometime early in the morning, then come back here to get ready for school. I just… felt like the walls were closing around me here. I needed to get out of the house.
So into the cold night air I walked. It was actually pretty refreshing, but left a hollow aching inside me to see the stars. The city lights and pollution blocked them out, and even though I knew they were there I longed to see them. The moon was even covered in a smoggy layer of clouds.
Thinking about the lonely and blank night sky got me the rest of the way to Vanessa’s house. Her bedroom was the last bedroom in her hall way, so I’d have to be quite getting there. I opened her basement door which was always open and crept through the dark. I’d done this a number of time’s and Mr. Stone never minded when he found me sleeping on the couch in the morning.
“Dammit” I cursed, bumping into a end table. It hurt, but more importantly, it was loud.
I held my breath and waited for a reaction. Nothing. And luckily my eye’s had adjusted now.
Tiptoeing I made my way up the stairs and down the hall. I didn’t bother knocking, considering the lights were off, meaning my bestie was crashed for the night. Pushing the door silently open, I walked silently, trying very hard not to break anything. Vanessa’s room was a complete mess, I could step on something. Finally I was next to her bed.
“Nessa?” I whispered.
“hdjhubysjfbf” she groaned loudly, rolling over.
I shook her shoulder. “Wakey wakey”
She pulled the pillow over her face.
“Nessa!” I hissed.
She removed the pillow and looked at me. “Huh. It really is you. I figured I was having a nightmare”
Rubbing the sleep out of her eye she sat up a bit. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping on your couch?” I asked hopefully.
She nodded and plopped her head back down.
“Thank!” I stage whispered “Oh, and if it make’s you feel any better, You are my nightmare”
She flipped my off just as I eased the door shut.
Fighting the urge to burst into laughter I made my way to the closet, grabbed a thin blanket and went to the couch, which I feel onto and into a strange sleep
I was dreaming. I was in my house, Kelsey and Kelso were with me, but they were crying. Somehow I wanted to cry to. The walls were closing around us, rushing all at once. I screamed, and with a flash I wasn’t there anymore. I was at a beach, a beach I knew. It was a beach not far from my old house, when my mom and dad were both well employed and together. I’d been around eight then and I was surprised I remembered the beach.
The sky was orange above us… wait, us? I was lying on my back in the sand, and I immediately looked around for who the second person to us could be. Tristan’s very hot face soon filled my vision. He was wet from swimming. Shirtless. Oh. Oh Jesus. Water droplets or sweat, I had no idea which, ran down his incredibly toned chest. Abs.. biceps.. Oh shit.
He gave me a cocky smirk, and I sat up. “Get out of my dreams” I ordered. He laughed and started to lower himself over me. I had no choice but to lie back to avoid him, but then there was no where to go. He was lying over me.
Our lips meet and the world exploded..
I gasped waking up. My arousal was very demanding, so at first I didn’t notice anything wrong. But then.. Then I did. Okay, you might think this is a bit of an over reaction, but as I’ve pointed out, I’m not used to being touched. Nope, not at all.
So.. Being pinned in a tight embrace, when that tight embrace certainly hadn’t been there when I drifted off, freaked me out. I jumped, letting out a yelp. I lunged against the arms with all my force struggling to get free. I was about to hit the floor face first when strong arms wrapped around me and jerked me back.
They released me after I had my balance on the couch. Tristan yawned behind me. “What on earth are you doing?” he asked. His dark hair was messy with bed-head and stuck up in random angle’s. Oh damn. Did he have to be so hot? Not cool world, not cool.
“What on earth are YOU doing!?” I exploded. Remembering my, erm, problem, I threw the blanket over my lap in a heap so it wouldn’t be visible. This guy did NOT need the ego boost.
“Umm, being yelled at by someone who should watch his mouth considering I’ve seen bigger and scarier mice?” he replied sarcastically.
“Something is very wrong with you” I informed him, getting off the couch.
He made a noise of complaint. I wouldn’t exactly call it a whine because it was wordless, just.. Yeah, a noise of complaint. Then his arm enveloped my waist and pulled my back onto the couch. I spluttered. People can not just do this to other people!
“What the hell!” I shouted. A hand covered my mouth, muffling my voice.
“Shut up!” Tristan ordered “You’ll wake Paul up”
“Good!” I tried to grumble, but it was impossible to make out from behind his hand.
Seeing that I’d quieted down he moved his hand back.
“This is like rape!” I protested, being only a little over dramatic.
“Hardly” he snorted. “I’m only holding you cuz your really warm”
His grip tightened and pulled me back so I was sitting on his lap. His bare chest held my back hostage against him. He rested his face on the back of my neck, seemingly content. It was taking a lot of effort to keep my body tense. Really, for some reason I felt extremely safe, comfortable, and relaxed. That was what my stomach and body was telling me. My mind was screaming.
After a few moments I spoke up. He heard me draw in the breath for speaking and made a grumbling noise. It made his lips brush my skin lightly, and I suppressed a shiver. “Umm, Tristan… this is REALLY awkward for me….”
He released me, slowly, reluctantly. I kept the blanket wrapped around me. I hurried out of his arms.. Then I felt cold. The cold morning air swirled around me, and I wanted desperately to dive back into his arms and burrow down into the warmth.
Hey! I shouted in my mind. Since when did I hand my thinking over to my hormone’s?! Bad Jessie, bad! I scolded myself grumpily. Tristan yawned again, seeming untouched by our previous and on my part, embarrassing and awkward events.
“What are you even doing here?” he asked.
I checked my watch.. And panicked. Crap! I’d forgotten to set it! I was going to be late! No! and I already had a warning! No!! no, no, no, no! I never got in trouble! Ahh!
“Leaving!” I said, hurrying to the washroom. Had to fix.. My problem before I could go anywhere. Ah!! I. Was. Going. To. Be. So. Late. Two minute’s later I exited the washroom. I was about to run down the hall, out the door, then all the way home when a strong hand caught my forearm.
“Calm down” Tristan’s voice said from behind me “You can get ready here”
Completely oblivious to his hotness at the moment, I wasn’t exactly polite as I snapped. “I don’t exactly see any of my clothes around.”
He rolled his eye’s. “You can borrow some from me.”
I gave him a WTF look. He eyed me, then himself. “Well.. A loose shirt wouldn’t be to bad, most of my shirts are small anyways… As for pants…”
“He can borrow some of mine” Vanessa said from the doorway of her room.
I stared at her uncomprehendingly well Tristan nodded like that was perfectly normal. I couldn’t help but notice that both Tristan and Vanessa were beautiful even in the morning. Damn, someone should give this family a TV show.
“Umm Nessa?” I asked.
“Mhm?”
“Do I LOOK like a girl?!” I demanded.
“Hmm” she sucked in her cheeks and examined me thoughtfully.
“Don’t you dare answer that”
Her and Tristan chuckled at my expense. I fumed silently. “No, but really guys, I gotta go!” again, I barely made it a step before Tristan had the hood of my sweater and was keeping me from running home. “Just get changed here. It’s not a big deal”
I sighed. “Fine.. I’m not wearing anything pink though” I said, giving Vanessa a serious look. She grinned evilly, then I was being dragged into her room. She went to her closet and immediately began rummaging. “Ah-Ha!” she exclaimed and pulled out…
… the tightest pair of pants I’ve ever seen. I gaped at her and put my hands out in front of me, backing away from the closet like the pants might attack me. “Nooooo way” I informed her. She laughed. “It’s the least girly thing I own that’ll fit you, Jessie. It either these” she gestured to the pants “Or these” she pulled a pair of fuzzy pink track pants from her closet.
“I’ll stick to these” I motioned to my own pants. Her face screwed up. “Eww, you wore those yesterday”
I sighed. “Well those thing” I nodded at the jeans “Will probably cut the circulation of my legs off. Why do you even own them? There’s no way they fit you”
She scowled and flung the pants at me. “That was soo mean”
I caught them “I didn’t mean it like that”
She grumbled a little bit. “Well if you wanna make up for it put the damn pants on and stop whining”
I did put the pants on. She left and I changed into them, though I did whine a lot. They were so fricking tight! Of well, they could pass as guy skinny jeans because they were so plain. But still… skinny jeans! I looked in the mirror.
Part of me, the flaming gay side- damn him to hell- liked the way they looked. It showed off my ass and legs. The part of me the clung to the closet and would hold and air of masculinity even when the closet was long behind me, was screaming his head off.
Grumbling curses under my breath, I left the bathroom. Looking at my feet I walked down the hall and almost plowed into Tristan. When I saw his feet I stopped and jumped back though. He was staring at me. His mouth actually hanging open as his eye’s danced up and down my legs.
“Enjoying the view?” I said with cold venom. I ran a hand through my hair.
He brushed off my tone. “Yeah” he said with an approving smirk.
I wanted to blush, flirt, and kick him all at the same time. The choice to blush was taken from me as my face covered in red. He noticed, his smirk growing. Bastard. “Where’s my shirt?” I asked awkwardly, trying desperately to make his intense gaze falter a notch.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“I don’t look that different!” Opps. I kinda shouted that without even thinking. I couldn’t help it. The looks he was giving me were making me nervous.
He smirked some more. “Yeah you do. You should wear girl jeans more often”
I pushed back another blush by biting on my tongue. “Shirt?” I asked again.
He looked thoughtful, then a devious glint entered his eye’s. “Right here” he handed me a white bundle.
I was confused, then I realized something. He wanted me to turn around and walk down the hall. Turn around. He wanted to see my ass! Pervert.
I smiled brightly, then walked backwards down the hall, not turning my back to him. He openly scowled. Just before entering the bathroom, shirt in hand, I flipped him off then shut the door.
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