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308 - Lane Miserables (5)
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308: Lane Miserables (5)
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
The auburn padded silently downstairs. She turned towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass. Opening up the freezer, she quietly got some ice, not trusting the ice dispenser not to be loud, she filled it with ice, turned to the sink, and filled the glass with water. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She let the cold liquid wet her parched throat.
She placed the glass down on the coffee table. She then turned, hearing the door opening and saw Trent coming in.
"Late night?" she asked.
"Oh, Hey Daria," he greeted, "or early, whatever."
"Have fun?"
"If you call taking four hours to break up with someone fun then I had a shit load of it," he replied and sat on the couch.
Daria bit her lip. She couldn't remember hearing Trent swear like that.
"That must have been some fight."
"Yeah. She wants me to leave my band and join hers, but I'm not going to do that. It's ok though, it was never serious to begin with anyway. I was just seeing her to get away from the constant fighting of Max and Nick."
"She was an escape?"
"I know it was wrong of me to treat her like that, but I did. Hell, sleeping doesn't help me escape from the stress the band puts me under."
Daria lightly sniffed and detected a scent of alcohol.
"How much have you had?"
"Only enough to keep me from lying."
Daria arched an eyebrow, "What do you mean...?"
"I start telling the truth whenever i get drunk. I usually get like that just before I pass out. So, stopped and came on back here."
"You didn't wreck...?"
"Don't know why, but I can drive while that drunk."
"Coffee?"
"No, don't want your mother getting suspicious. She'd probably throw me out if she knew I came back here drunk."
"Are you going to patch things up with Monique?"
"No, not this time. This time it's over."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I wasn't that in to her anyway."
Daria took another long swig of her water. She then felt him scoot towards her and he put an arm around her. She blushed and Trent started stroking her hair. She tried to pull away from him, feeling uncomfortable with the contact, but froze feeling his face rubbing into her hair.
"I like this shade of red," he said.
"You're drunk, go get some sleep," she said, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"I wish you were eighteen," he continued.
"Why?" she asked, wishing he'd go to bed, but also wishing he wouldn't let her go.
"Then, I could do this," he said and kissed her. She tensed up for only a moment, then relaxed, letting herself indulge in this moment. He pulled back and looked slightly regretful.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't apologize for that," she quietly replied.
"You're sixteen..."
"Seventeen," she corrected.
"Hmmmm, still just as bad."
"Only my mother would say that, if you are really interested in me beyond me being your sister's best friend that is."
"I am," he said, stroking the side of her face. Part of her wanted her to run away, but she found herself leaning into his touch.
"But you'd become bald and fat and..."
He laughed, "Baldness doesn't run in our family...and, if we were married, which I think you thought about, I'd quit the Spiral if we hadn't made it big and focus on you, and," he said and rubbed her abdomen. Her face flamed up further knowing what he was implying by that.
"You'd quit the Spiral for me?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah. If I'm going to have a family I've got to provide for them somehow., but your mother..."
"My mother has nothing to do with my feelings for you..." she said in a huff, not realizing that she had said it until it was two late. She was about to launch herself off of the couch but Trent held her down.
"Relax," he said and she does so. "Do you think i would have rejected your feelings if I had kissed you?"
She blushed, feeling quite embarrassed for running now.
"I...I...want to try," she let out.
"Uh..."
"Please," she said, her grey eyes pleading with him. Trent sighed and hissed her again, lightly on her lips.
"Ok, I want deny you of what you want," he said and she smiled.
"Damn, c'mon, we better get to bed before we're caught," Daria said and the two went upstairs to get some sleep.
308: Lane Miserables (5)
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
The auburn padded silently downstairs. She turned towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass. Opening up the freezer, she quietly got some ice, not trusting the ice dispenser not to be loud, she filled it with ice, turned to the sink, and filled the glass with water. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She let the cold liquid wet her parched throat.
She placed the glass down on the coffee table. She then turned, hearing the door opening and saw Trent coming in.
"Late night?" she asked.
"Oh, Hey Daria," he greeted, "or early, whatever."
"Have fun?"
"If you call taking four hours to break up with someone fun then I had a shit load of it," he replied and sat on the couch.
Daria bit her lip. She couldn't remember hearing Trent swear like that.
"That must have been some fight."
"Yeah. She wants me to leave my band and join hers, but I'm not going to do that. It's ok though, it was never serious to begin with anyway. I was just seeing her to get away from the constant fighting of Max and Nick."
"She was an escape?"
"I know it was wrong of me to treat her like that, but I did. Hell, sleeping doesn't help me escape from the stress the band puts me under."
Daria lightly sniffed and detected a scent of alcohol.
"How much have you had?"
"Only enough to keep me from lying."
Daria arched an eyebrow, "What do you mean...?"
"I start telling the truth whenever i get drunk. I usually get like that just before I pass out. So, stopped and came on back here."
"You didn't wreck...?"
"Don't know why, but I can drive while that drunk."
"Coffee?"
"No, don't want your mother getting suspicious. She'd probably throw me out if she knew I came back here drunk."
"Are you going to patch things up with Monique?"
"No, not this time. This time it's over."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I wasn't that in to her anyway."
Daria took another long swig of her water. She then felt him scoot towards her and he put an arm around her. She blushed and Trent started stroking her hair. She tried to pull away from him, feeling uncomfortable with the contact, but froze feeling his face rubbing into her hair.
"I like this shade of red," he said.
"You're drunk, go get some sleep," she said, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"I wish you were eighteen," he continued.
"Why?" she asked, wishing he'd go to bed, but also wishing he wouldn't let her go.
"Then, I could do this," he said and kissed her. She tensed up for only a moment, then relaxed, letting herself indulge in this moment. He pulled back and looked slightly regretful.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't apologize for that," she quietly replied.
"You're sixteen..."
"Seventeen," she corrected.
"Hmmmm, still just as bad."
"Only my mother would say that, if you are really interested in me beyond me being your sister's best friend that is."
"I am," he said, stroking the side of her face. Part of her wanted her to run away, but she found herself leaning into his touch.
"But you'd become bald and fat and..."
He laughed, "Baldness doesn't run in our family...and, if we were married, which I think you thought about, I'd quit the Spiral if we hadn't made it big and focus on you, and," he said and rubbed her abdomen. Her face flamed up further knowing what he was implying by that.
"You'd quit the Spiral for me?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah. If I'm going to have a family I've got to provide for them somehow., but your mother..."
"My mother has nothing to do with my feelings for you..." she said in a huff, not realizing that she had said it until it was two late. She was about to launch herself off of the couch but Trent held her down.
"Relax," he said and she does so. "Do you think i would have rejected your feelings if I had kissed you?"
She blushed, feeling quite embarrassed for running now.
"I...I...want to try," she let out.
"Uh..."
"Please," she said, her grey eyes pleading with him. Trent sighed and hissed her again, lightly on her lips.
"Ok, I want deny you of what you want," he said and she smiled.
"Damn, c'mon, we better get to bed before we're caught," Daria said and the two went upstairs to get some sleep.