Chapter 14 - Deacon

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She's still freaking giggling at me while we finish getting ready, and grab our stuff to head out. My hand comes across to curl around hers as we're waiting for the elevator, and I turn to wiggle my eyebrows at her suggestively. Damn well remembering our last little ride in it, quite clearly. She looses it laughing, the sounds fucking heavenly to my ears, before smacking me on the arm with her free hand.

"Down you, seriously. You're like a horny teenager. "

I laugh along with her, as she ain't wrong.

There's something about her, that I can not quit. She's like a damn drug, an addiction, that I've wholeheartedly just accepted. I'm not thinking about tomorrow, or the next move, hell I can't as it means I'm going to have to give her up.

I'm purely just focusing on today, this moment, and her...

The fucking perfection that is her.

We make it down to the ground floor, despite my best attempts to try and grope her in the elevator again, still giggling her head off as her hand smacked me away every time. My mind's on breakfast and prolonging this as long as I can, when we stop short, both spotting them waiting in the foyer at the same time.

They look like hell, all of them... and after her announcement before the party last night, I'm a little surprised to find there's still three of them.

Oh, there is one hell of a story here...

My throat clears out, making them all turn their heads in our direction, and the giggle monster next to me bite down on another chuckle.

"Good morning, party people. How are we all this morning?"

Penny shoots me vicious daggers, while Ty's head shakes as he mouths 'don't even ask' , before hanging his head once more.

Well, shit..

Judging by that, how badly did last night go for them? None of them look injured, so the sex couldn't have gone that wrong..

"I'm ignoring 'your' gender at the moment. So, Brookie... I don't know what your plans are, but I need some aspirin, something deep fried, and a bloody cab. You wanna share?"

My eyes flick to Brooke, fucking praying she says no. The bottom of her lip comes in to bite, and I know her minds ticking, as she tries to work her way out of this in a flash. Her side leans hard into me, just as her hand squeezes mine before it slips, and she makes her way over to Penny.

"We're both hankering for some breakfast pretty bad actually, and that's where we're headed off too... What's going on right now?"

Their talking is suddenly muttered as Penny grabs Brooke's arm, throwing a glance at the others, before they half huddle together. The curiosity is just too much, and keeping my eyes on the girls, I trot over to the twins.

"What the fuck happened, fellas? And why am I looking two of you?"

Ty's head swings to Seth, who promptly flips him off, and I try damn hard not to laugh.

Oh, oh this should be good...

"The night did not go as planned... Some of us didn't leave when we should have, and forced everyone into an uncomfortable situation."

My eyebrow raises as I look at the two of them waiting for more, watching while Seth's head turns towards the girls, before lowering his voice. Somewhat confusing the crap out of me, until I see where he's heading.

"That couldn't be further from the truth, and you know it, Ty... In short terms, the woman had other ideas that not everyone was willing to participate in, and when she politely voiced them it wa..."

"Don't even fucking start! I won't even share my fries with you, what makes you think I wanna share half a woman???.."

Unlike Seth, his voice is far louder than it should be and I duck my head, before flicking my eyes subtly over to the girls. Penny looks a crap load more, than just furious. Her eyes widen, the same time her mouth sets, and I honestly think if she were any closer there would already be a hand print across Ty's face right now. I can't say I blame her, more so as I already have a good guess where it went so wrong from there, even before Seth speaks up quietly again.

".. And that right there is what happened. He carried on so much, he embarrassed the shit out of her, and ended up being banished to the tub in the bathroom to ease the tension, while I took the couch... You're fucking lucky you were even still in the room. Who the hell doesn't bring a wallet with them for cab fare?"

"Sue me, I forgot... But, seriously?.. You've seen, and heard me enjoy a good sandwich, do you really want that face in the middle of sex?"

A wide grin wants to take over my face as I watch the two of them mutter away at each other, and my hand comes up to roughly rub my jaw, trying not to add laughter to that.

"Right, I feel like we need to have a different conversation, if I'm the one you're going to be looking at during.."

Ty's on his feet in an instant, pacing before he swings around on me.

"I can't.. I can't do this with him right now. Give us a lift man, before I end up riding in a damn squad car, because I've snapped and murdered him.. Our place is on the way to your block anyway.. Wait, shit, how was your night? Give me some good news please, that yours didn't end in absolute shit, or at the very least you didn't sleep in a bath tub as well. What's the deal with you two, anyway?"

I can't stop the wide smile this time, as I think about my night.

As I think about Brooke, and the way she looked... smiled... and the fucking noises she makes, that I'm already itching to hear again. I need to get us fucking out of here already.

To hell with claiming that raincheck later, I want her now..

I blame leaving too much of my brain power thinking about her, that I don't save enough for my current speech patterns, causing the words to fly out without any thought whatsoever.

"My night?.. Well, you know me man, and how I am. My night was pretty damn good, and just like any other. Purely just a bit of fun, and a real good time. Nothing too special to give you details about, and there's no deal with us. We're only good friends, seriously nothing more."

I instantly regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth, as they couldn't be further from the truth.

It was far different from any other night I've had.

I regret them more the second my eyes land on her. She's out the door so fast, linking her arm with Penny's as she tugs her behind. I throw myself out the door, and barely manage catch sight of them as they get in the cab, before it pulls away.

Fucking, shit.

       

It's been a fucking week.

A long, slow, self blaming week.

She must know my comings, and going's as I have missed her every single day.... or she's a bloody expert at avoiding people.

I'm at the point where I'm two seconds away from leaning my ear against the wall to see if there's any sign of life in her apartment, before I knock on the door for the thousandth and one time this week alone.

It's driving me fucking insane.

I want to apologize. Fuck, I wanna say I didn't mean anything by it, and that.... Hell, I don't know. I just want her to start talking to me again. I swear I've filled her fucking voice mail already...

She's somehow become this intricate part of my life, ingrained in my day to day comings and goings. Until she cold turkey cut me off, I didn't even realize how much time I spend over there. How much I pop in to just hang with her, to see her smile, or to feed her as I have yet to actually see her cook anything.

Even toast.

My fingers snap away, tapping on my legs as I walk the length of my place again, acting like the crazy person I most definitely am now. After I've completed my eighth lap, I crack.

Fuck it.

Grabbing my keys, I high tail it down the road to the corner burger joint, picking up two specials and a couple of beers, before coming back to her door. Half giving myself a reason to actually be standing here yet again.

I know she's in there.

It's fucking Saturday night, I've been home all day to the point I even rescheduled a client, and have yet to hear her leave. Not to mention I can hear the faint voices from her TV playing away.

Still my fist hesitates for an instant, before I nut up to just knock, taking a small step back to give her a better line of sight in case she wants to hurl something at me. There's some serious rustling, followed by soft footsteps and I hold my breath, hoping she answers the door.

Come on, shortie.

I ain't that far away from pathetically begging you right now...

It opens and I'm full of the words I have been thinking all week, of everything I want to say to her, all the things I want her to hear. They all, however, leave me the instant my eyes land on her.

"Ah... Deacon?"

"I love avocados.."

Sue me.

The damn dancing vegetables scattered across her underwear completely stump me, ok.

Her mouth twitches, as she leans herself against the open door, her arms coming to cross over her chest, making the short t-shirt she's wearing rise slightly higher.

"Ok, well that's a good piece of information to know.. What are you doing here?"

I'm still dumb founded by the damn avocados, and her complete unfazed manner of standing in front of me in just her flipping small shirt, and underwear. My hand comes up silently, holding the two burger bags and beers in my hand.

"I've come to apologize for how much of an insensitive dick I was. Using alcohol, and decedent burgers to beg for your forgiveness."

Her bottom lip comes in to bite, as her eyebrows draw in, before nodding her head slowly. She's trying damn hard not to laugh your ass off at me, and stay looking serious.

"I see... I do like, and approve of your way of persuasion, but I'm not that easy."

My hand drops as I step in towards her, making sure I don't actually touch her, as I'm not entirely sure I'll get that privilege again. The comments I made, makes me seem like the complete ass I am, whether I actually meant what I said or not. Not to mention sounding just like every other guy that's used her, and frankly, I don't blame her if she never wants me to touch her again. I, however, am fucking selfish and I at least need her to forgive me for being such a jerk.

Christ, I just need her to go back to talking to me again..

My head ducks down so I can see her eyes, and the twitch of mischief in them.

"I'm really fucking sorry, Brooke..."

There's more sadness in my tone than I mean to let out, the amount I've seriously missed her being around, just flowing into my words before I can stop them.

".. I didn't mean what I said to Ty, and I'm a complete ass for what came out of my mouth."

Her mouth curves into the smile I have missed, more than I will ever admit to myself, and she leans herself in to indicate to my hand containing the goods.

"Much better. I'm tougher than I portray, but do it again, and I'll have your balls hanging from my keychain. Ignoring how horrifically disturbing, not to mention ugly, it would be... You may enter to eat.."

I don't doubt her ability to do that to me, even for a second.

My head drops back as I laugh, and follow her into her place. I'm half eyeing the screen she's paused, scratching it over, as I try to rack my brain for any reference to the show's name. As usual I'm utterly baffled by the things she watches, and often left insanely lost while she excitedly natters away about them. From the moment her mouth opens, it's like she's speaking white noise, and I immediately find myself leaning forward in an attempt to double check she's still speaking English. There's so many plot twists, jumps through not only time but worlds, a mind crushing amount of hidden gems that you need to constantly keep track of... Look, something blows up, yep yay. Someone gets killed, and it's a hunt for their killer, I can follow that.

This Sci fi stuff though, nope.

".. Explain to me again, the exact scientific logic of how you can eat this stuff, and look like that?"

My grin turns wider as I smile at her, watching her unimpressed face. She's so cute when she does that.

"It's called balance, and exercise. You know like rising early, and getting a workout in. You should try it sometime.."

Her tongue pokes out at me, before she spins and rearranges the cushions on one of the couches, making enough space for both of us to fit now. Most days, I would take in the details of what I'm looking at, but today is not that day. I mean the abundance of cushions, and piles of blankets make it obvious she's been camped out here for a while, but my eyes are rather focused elsewhere. I'm glued to her ass, reading the words written across it, and willing parts of myself to stand the fuck down.

Nothing I do squashes the feeling, and the words "smash an avo" are all I see.

Attempting to clear my throat, my head turns to look at something else... seriously.. anything else, but her ass...

".. So, what are you watching?... And that is one weird as looking beanie."

"His mumma made it, and we do not make fun of Jane's hat... How do you have such an uneducated knowledge of good TV shows?.."

My head shakes out, and I catch one of the little scenes of small characters she has set up next to her TV, it all making a little more sense now. The eight people on the screen resembling them well, with a weird looking space ship thing parked behind them.

"Colour me uneducated. So, are you going to explain, or just insult?"

Her tongue pokes out at me again as she takes the burger I'm holding, while we sit ourselves on her on the couch. Her eyes find the ground as she talks, and I'm completely hooked on the way her face animates, shining as she goes on about something so dear to her.

"They're a misfit crew flying the futuristic skies, taking odd jobs to stay afloat, and keep themselves in the sky... It's adventurous, daring, cunning, heartbreaking, with big damn hero's and everything shiny. It's called Firefly, muscles, and one of my favourite's... I watch it to cheer myself up. So shoosh up, pay attention, and silently accept the education I'm about to give you."

"Oh really now?.."

Brooke's eyes narrow as her head swings around to me, and it takes a lot more than I thought not to crack a smile, or laugh at her serious reaction.

"Your mouth is still talking, muscles. You might want to look to that."

My face breaks, while my smile warms as I watch her settle herself in, before doing the same thing myself right next to her. Slightly loving how nothing's changed as she shifts to half lean against me, the deeply comforting feeling of her being there washing over me.

But also hating myself, that I'm the very reason she needed cheering up to start with.

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