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seriouslyhooked · 4 years

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When We Collide (Part 2)

Emma Swan has always known one thing: trust no one but yourself. Unfortunately she forgot her one rule and now she’s paying for it. One bad decision led her to the monstrous ‘Crocodile’ a mobster in New York who goes by the name Gold. Hope seems lost until she meets another person in this underworld, Killian Jones. Despite the place they find each other, a true love blossoms, and they manage to get away. But what will happen when Emma discovers who Killian really is? Will love prevail? Um, yeah, I’m writing this, so duh – it’s all love all the time. Fic features motorcycles, hot guys in leather cuts, and a bit of action/drama. Will end happily, and despite the first chapter, will be light on angst. Part 1. Available on FanFiction Here and AO3 Here.

A/N: Hey everybody! So first and foremost, thank you all so much for your responses to the first chapter of this fic. It has been exciting to wade into new waters, and this AU is exactly that for me. As promised last time, this chapter represents a jump into the future, and many of you might think to yourselves, wow, Emily, you really skipped a lot of stuff here. No worries, there will be some flashbacks and plenty of explanations going forward. I just don’t love angst so much, and wanted to get us to a better place before we relive some of the earlier parts of this CS love story. Anyway, thanks to you all for tuning back in and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Three Months Later

Packing up the last of his things in this shithole apartment, Killian was struck by how easy it was to say goodbye to a place he’d lived for months on end.

It was no hardship to close this chapter and to bid farewell to this hollow and lifeless space. Oh it had flair and style, and many would see it and acknowledge that by New York City standards this flat was a castle in the sky, with clean white lines and ample room considering the density of the city. But it would never be his style. His home – his real home - was nothing like this. It was free and open and warm. It was removed from the hustle and bustle, nestled away in a place of calm. Not like this place.

From the jump, Killian made sure to keep nothing of value stowed away here. There were furnishings included when he signed the lease, ones that spoke to his higher status in the syndicate, and which gave the right air of self-importance, should anyone ever come to check up on him. Yet there were no traces of him at all, despite the privacy and protection the place provided. He brought no remnants of his past or his real life to New York. There were no pictures, no mementos, nothing that he looked at and saw any real value in. Everything here was part of a façade designed to keep up with the lies he told to stay alive, and even that was kept to a bare minimum. Lies were easier to manage when there were less of them to own, and to an outsider, this place looked exactly like what it was – the crash pad of a man with very little time and little attention to decorative details. That never bothered Killian though, as this place was not important; it was merely a means to an end.

That end was grounded in one goal: kill the man they called the Crocodile. It was the only reason he’d ever come to New York, the reason he’d started this descent into the underbelly of society. It had driven him for years, the need to get revenge on a beast so sinister he couldn’t even be called a man. Slowly but surely, Killian had ingratiated himself into the world of this monster, climbing up the ranks of the man’s operation, earning tiny morsels of Gold’s trust, and getting ever closer to a moment where he could kill his enemy, ridding the world of one of its darkest beings. But then something unexpected happened – in the midst of total darkness, he’d found an angel, the only one capable of pulling him into the light. Emma.

Emma Swan was a rare gem in the midst of soot and ash. In the New York underworld, where Killian had been operating for over a year, he had never run into anyone like her, but three months back, when he was returning from a run, he’d encountered her for the first time. It was all a matter of chance really. He had only just arrived from his assignment monitoring a shipment of guns from the Irish to the Crocodile. His job was to survey the transaction, to make sure the Irish held up their end, and to ensure the guns made it from point a to point b. Then, right as he was reporting back for duty, another member of the crew was busted for skimming profits by Gold. Gold’s normal enforcer was tied up with a cartel issue, necessitating Killian’s retrieval abilities to be used for the first time. It was at first a sign from a higher power that he was moving up the ranks, and Killian appreciated that movement if it meant justice would come sooner. But then he saw Emma, and in the sight of such a heavenly gift, his whole world shifted. He hardly deserved her, stained as he was from the choices he had made and the things that he’d done, but from the moment they met, he was dead set on trying to be better for her and for the sake of their future.

Closing his eyes even now, he remembered that night so clearly. Emma was dressed in the bar’s uniform of a short black skirt and a revealing gold top. It was barely decent, designed to be leered at by patrons, and certainly not made for the long, grueling hours that she worked. But as he watched her strut about the place in those matching black heels no woman should be able to maneuver, Killian felt the pierce of cupid’s arrow at his breast. Her long blonde hair hung loose around her in cascading curls that tempted his fingers. He wanted to run his hand through it and see if it felt as silky smooth as those golden strands appeared. His eyes trailed down her body and he’d taken in her mix of slender curves and undeniable allure. Then he looked back to her face again, struck by its charm and classic beauty.

Just the sight of her was enough to leave him breathless, but when she looked at him and he watched her cheeks flush and her lip catch between her teeth, he was gone. She didn’t seem aware in the slightest of the situation she was causing just by existing. Maybe she thought she was attractive, she must, given the ogling eyes that emanated from every corner of the Lair, but the truth was Emma was temptation made flesh. It was like a star made of hope and possibility had come down from heaven and graced this dismal place with one of its own. Though the bar was dark, every light seemed to find its way to her and the rest of the world faded away. For a moment Killian had wondered if he were suffering from some kind of hallucination, but after blinking a few times Emma remained where she was. Thank Christ.

That first night, their meeting was too quick. They had no time to delve deeper or see if the spark of their first interaction was more than a moment, but Killian knew it was. The second he touched her, a thrill coursed through his veins, lighting him up in ways he’d never been before. At that moment, he realized he could never truly walk away from this woman. One subtle graze of skin on skin and he was hooked, addicted to her light and vibrancy. That made leaving her that night and every other night the past few months so damned regrettable, but now that was over. Tonight they’d be leaving New York, never to come back to this hell on earth, and for the rest of his days he’d stay with his Swan, protecting her, adoring her and loving her forever more.

Those thoughts of forever stayed with him as he double checked the apartment one last time. A final scan revealed what he expected – there was nothing of import to leave behind. His whole life fit in one small rucksack, and that was for the best. He didn’t want to prompt suspicion as he left, and his neighbors were used to seeing him with bags of this shape and size. It needed to look like any other night, and thanks to his carefully plotted attentions, it did.

Sitting behind the wheel of the vehicle he’d been using this past year, Killian started it up and heard the tell-tale purr of its sport ability. It was purposefully subtle, but anyone who knew cars knew this model was a beast on the road. Made for daring speeds and fast getaways, this car had been an accessory to a number of questionable moments, but none held the stakes he was facing tonight. He pulled out of the car park and drove, his awareness at an all-time high as he looked down at his watch. He had an hour to get somewhere twenty minutes away, but he used every minute to make sure he was safe and undetected.

Though no one was following him at any point of the drive, Killian made sure to take precautions. He took mostly side streets and alleyways that he’d studied now for weeks. Gold knew all the details of this car, and he was notorious for keeping track of his soldiers, so Killian had to be prepared. Gold had a connection to the police department and an all access pass to their street-search camera grid. More than 90% of the city was hooked into this means of surveillance, but Killian had studied that grid for weeks, and by now knew how to avoid nearly every camera.

When he finally arrived at the drop site, he was certain that no one had followed him and he was confident his movements were not noted. He then moved to the side of the dilapidated building he’d parked behind and took out his supplies. He had a crowbar to remove the license plates, and a blasting gun to cut out all trackable VIN numbers and different parts identifiers. He eroded those trackable features and then took the gasoline can he’d hidden in this building days ago and doused the car. He lit the fucker up, and watched the flames rise. With a blaze this high there was always a risk, but he knew this was out of the way and the burn would hurt nothing and no one. In ten minutes enough damage would be done to destroy any evidence, but even that wasn’t enough. His contact’s men would be here tomorrow to drag the wreckage to impound and have it compacted. There’d be no trace left of this car for anyone to find.

When enough time had passed for Killian to be certain the blaze would stay strong enough to work, he walked half a mile to the nearest bus stop. He traveled five stops rather quickly given the time of night, and then walked another quarter mile to the warehouse where he was set to meet the man who could get him out of here. By the time he walked up to the back door, the timer he’d set on his watch buzzed. He was exactly on time, but from what he could tell, he was the first to arrive.

Moving forward, Killian saw the shoddy looking tarp along the back wall and smiled. He moved to the object with purpose and pulled off the covering to reveal his bike. Damn he’d missed the old girl. He couldn’t keep any trace of this motorcycle while on his quest for revenge, but he couldn’t bear to give her up. Call him sentimental, but this machine was too beautiful and capable to abandon. It was the first splurge he’d allowed himself when he got out of the service, and the closest key to freedom a man could possess. For a long time, this bike had been his greatest love in life. But remembering that fact struck him in the gut. Now that he thought about it, that was pretty pathetic. He had never really understood love until Emma, and this moment made that all too clear.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re having second thoughts?” a voice asked from behind Killian and without turning he knew it was Will Scarlet, his ticket out of what would otherwise be a sticky situation. Killian cursed at his lack of attentiveness. For Will to be able to walk in here without him knowing was not good, even if Will was a specialist at doing exactly that.

“Never,” Killian replied, finally meeting his friend’s gaze.

“Well, if you’re going to righteously piss off the most powerful man in New York, you might as well have conviction,” Will joked. Killian couldn’t join him in the lightheartedness, because he understood that under the teasing tone was all truth. The Crocodile would be pissed, but it didn’t matter. He’d be weighed down in a trap too strong to break out of, and while he wrangled with the crumbling of his empire, Killian and Emma would break away once and for all.

“You get the files?” Will asked, his face searching for good news. Killian laughed and produced the small flash drive Will had given him a month ago. He tossed it across the room to Will’s waiting hands.

“Have I ever failed you?”

“Not once,” Will said truthfully. “Makes me happy you changed your mind on all this. I know this wasn’t your first plan.”

Will was hinting at Killian’s original intention, which was to kill Gold, not turn his allegiances to the feds. Once upon a time a legal take down of this monster had been considered deeply unsatisfying. The only thing Killian thought he would ever accept was the knowledge that Gold was dead and by his hands, but that all changed with Emma. He couldn’t have his revenge like that and have her too, for a multitude of reasons. For one thing, logistically he’d never survive an assassination against the Crocodile. The man was highly guarded with too many fail safes in place for it to be a clean and easy kill. For another, he’d never be able to look his sweet Swan in the eyes again if he killed in cold blood. He’d taken lives before, but never in vengeance. It was always for honor, to protect the living, not avenge the dead.

“Plans change.”

“That they do, especially when there’s love involved.”

Killian didn’t even try to argue with that assessment from Will. He made no attempt to hide his feelings for Emma. In fact, he’d been candid from the start. When he reconnected with Will three months ago, a few days after meeting his Swan, he was honest from the start. He would help to bring Gold in, but his price was absolute.

“Did you hold up your end of the bargain?”

“You know I did,” Will said, producing papers that Killian looked over, knowing they’d be burned in a matter of minutes.

They said everything he needed to see – official signed approval from a judge that he had total and full immunity from all actions he’d taken as a member of Gold’s crew. An exemption of identification from the impending trial, and a promise that he and Emma would never be called to testify. Their names were so far out of this, the FBI had no server that held their names. Will had told exactly no one who they were except the judge, and the judge was clean and able to be trusted.

“It didn’t hurt when he saw your military record,” Will admitted, causing Killian to flinch. No one was supposed to see that. His work was always too classified for anyone to know. “But don’t worry, all history of that being accessed were completely erased. I used data protection NSA couldn’t crack.”

“And the reward money?”

“The funds have all been wired to the specified account. Emma is the only one with access, all of it under her new last name.”

Killian lit the pages on fire, trusting all of this to be above board. He didn’t dare to take them with him as they were traveling and he knew Will would have deposited needed copies somewhere they’d be safe. In the meantime, Will produced a pouch with new passports and IDs as well as a stack of cash. Killian raised a brow at the money and Will shrugged.

“I wasn’t sure how much you were taking with you, and that’s 3 months of CI pay I never gave you. Maybe you can stay in some half decent places. Treat your girl to something better than a Motel 6.”

Killian didn’t bother arguing with Will. He didn’t need the money, he’d brought plenty already, and he had more than enough stashed back home. But he accepted Will’s generosity and knew he’d use it to spend on Emma. God knew she deserved it, and he would find a way to make her happy, providing him the only reward he could ever want.

“What’s the temperature looking like this evening?” Will asked, and Killian took the question for what it was – Will wanted to know how much heat Gold and his men would be packing.

“Six Hungarians, two Russians, and the Irishmen. Anywhere from four to seven. Gold will be there, but not his son.”

“Neal fall out of favor again?” Will asked.

“He’s leaky,” Killian said, repeating Gold’s exact words.

The irony was not lost on him – it was only though Gold’s son that Killian had managed to get access to the server Gold kept hold of containing all of his extensive blackmail accounts for decades. Even with that though, there had been a need for hacking the system and Killian had needed Neal to get that done. Gold’s son was given just enough to think he mattered, but nothing near the whole scope of any issue. Still, the bust was going to focus primarily on the things Gold’s son did know, and subsequent prosecutions of Gold and his allies would be explained away as revelations that came from those initial breadcrumbs.

“Can’t deny that. His big mouth is the bedrock of this whole case. Well at least it was, until this. I owe you for this, Killian.”

“And I owe you. Without you I couldn’t have done this. For Emma and for me.”

“Well, the bust goes down in thirty more minutes. And you’ve got places to be. Wouldn’t want to keep the little missus waiting,” Will said, and though the words slammed into Killian, he had to push through. If he wanted to make that title a reality for Emma, not just on the papers they’d been given, they had to get out of here. The stakes were too high for them to mess around.

With a last goodbye to Will, Killian revved up his motorcycle and shot out into the night. He had one last spot to go to, and he just prayed that when he got there Emma would be there safe and sound. It was a risk, what he was asking her to do tonight, but she was so damn smart and savy, and above all, she was a survivor. He had to believe that she could do this and that it would all go exactly as it should.

What if she was discovered leaving? He thought, as he got closer to their hideout. What if the Crocodile has somehow discovered our plan? Hell, what if she’s changed her mind, or if she’s realized that she is worth so much more than a man who bears the scarring of a criminal?

These thoughts plagued him as he raced to the abandoned garment factory that was ten blocks from The Lair. It was way too close for comfort, but just outside of Gold’s highly surveilled radius. Ten blocks in New York at night was a worrying trek for anyone, but for Emma, a ‘ward’ of Gold’s who owed a debt, it was potentially fatal. The fear at what might happen if she was caught grabbed hold of his heart, and when his anxiety was about to take him over, he heard the soft echo of Emma’s knock on the wooden door. It was a sound pattern only the two of them knew and his heart leapt in relief as he moved to let her in. When he saw her there on the other side of the door, safe and looking like she could hardly wait to go, Killian felt like the luckiest man alive.

“You’re here,” he whispered, pulling her into him, his arms encircling her and pulling her close so he could breathe her in and convince himself he hadn’t dreamed her up.

“Of course, I’m here,” replied sincerely, her hand coming up to cup his cheek as her eyes searched his. Her smile was the most beautiful thing the world over, as was the soft laugh she let escape in the fact of his needless worry. “You promised me forever, Killian, and I intend to collect.”

Her words pushed him to action, and without thought to the fact that they needed to get going as soon as could be, Killian kissed her. It wasn’t a tame expression of his love either, but a scintillating symbol of his unyielding devotion to Emma and her pleasure. He would live every day of his hopefully long life worshiping her and trying to make her see how much he loved her. She was a miracle – his saving grace – and if he could make her feel even a fraction of the joy and happiness she brought into his life he would be happy. All of that promise he threw into this kiss, and when they finally broke apart, Emma’s responding expression told him she’d understood him completely and that she wanted him just as much.

“Forever isn’t enough,” Killian said honestly. “No amount of time could ever be enough with you, Swan.”

“I know,” Emma whispered before pressing one last soft kiss against his lips. “So let’s not wait any more. Let’s go home.”

Killian loved the sound of that, and though he had to keep his wits about him as they left the city, Killian couldn’t recall ever being so happy. With Emma’s hand in his, he felt like the king of the world, and when they both got on his bike, with her body pressed tightly against his back as they sped off in the night, he knew he was invincible and that he’d do whatever it took to get them out of this darkness and towards a life truly worthy of his love.

Post-Note: So there we have it. I know that these first two chapters have been shorter. I think there’s a very good chance that the chapters will get longer as the story develops. I just wanted to get us out of the darkness before I really delve in. Next chapter we will also go back to Emma’s POV and we will get her perspective of what freedom means to her, and what she wants in a life post-Gold. I am still really excited for this story, and I think it’s offsetting my muse well. Going back and forth between this and ‘Feels This Way’ which is like the opposite story line, is awesome, and I hope it keeps me on a good path writing wise. Anyway, I want to thank you all so much for reading. I would love to hear what you think, and as always, hope this chapter finds you well and enjoying your weekend!

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scenariosjustforyou · 5 years

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Yongguk : Crushing hard

hi-mich : Can I make a request on you and Joon (mblaq), or GD, or YongGuk (any one) about both being on a variety show, and him being a slightly flirtatious (touching hands, moving hair from the face, asking if you’re cold/hungry etc) and him trying to be inconspicuous about it, but the hosts notice and tease him for it? THANKS!! :D

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Today was going to be an eventful day, in the early morning you drove to the studio of ‘Running man’. Ever since you were a kid you wanted be on it, but you aren’t an idol. Which made you endlessly wish for one day there to be a possibility that someone who is not an idol can get to join a ‘Running man’ show too! And your wishes were heard, because there was going to be a special episode. You were one of the lucky chosen fans to come and join!

As you arrived, you were warmly welcomed by the present cast and crew.

Feeling nervous and excited you bowed very deeply as you introduced yourself “Hello! Thank you so much for giving a normal person like me the opportunity to be on your show! I’ll work very hard to be a good team mate, please take care of me!”

Everyone applauded after your introduction and cooed at how cute you were.

“_____-sshi, no need to be so nervous! We are normal people too~ Welcome!” said Yoo Jae Suk.

“Ah~ She’s so adorable! _____-sshi, you’re very early. Come take a seat!”said Kim Jong Kook.

Feeling slightly at ease by the warmness of everyone you relaxed your shoulders.

“Today we’ll have various idols present, amongst them will be G-Dragon and Yongguk! Are you a fan of them?” Jae Suk asked you. “Oh, actually, I don’t really listen to k-pop. Just underground rap. So I know of Yongguk-sshi!” you answered excitedly.

Just then Yongguk rushed in the studio.

“Omo!!! Speaking of the sexy devil! Look who we have here, _____-sshi!” Jong Kook beckoned you to come to him and a flustered Yongguk who thought he was late. “I’m so sorry, I overslept!” he said. But once he looked around he realized he was on time.

“Yongguk-sshi, no worries. You are on time! Which is great, now _____-sshi and you can get to know each other in peace since nobody has arrived yet.” Jae Suk answered, patting both of you on the shoulder. “Hyung, let’s go, we need to do a briefing!” Jong Kook called Jae Suk.

As they left, you and Yongguk were standing awkwardly in the deserted studio.

He extended his hand to you and smiled brightly. “Hi, I’m B.A.P’s leader Yongguk. I hope we’ll get to be team members today, let’s take care of each other!” you shyly shook his hand while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with the other. “Hi…my name’s _____. It’s very nice to meet you, Yongguk-sshi!”

Your hair fell back into your face which made you frown. Yongguk couldn’t help but laugh loudly, which made you look up at him with a pout. He smiled. “Can I?” before you even got to ask what he meant, Yongguk moved your hair from your face and stood behind you to use that long strand of hair as a tie to make a ponytail. “There! Is this better?” Flustered, your face turned bright pink as you nodded “Y-yes. Thank you, Yongguk-sshi..I completely forgot to bring a hair tie with me.”

The MC’s seemed to have returned because they reappeared with the other guests and the camera crew came out of nowhere. Everyone started to cheer loudly.

“O-omo, where did everyone come from??” Yongguk looked confused, as did you.

“HAHA!! Ha. HA! Yongguk-sshi, we haven’t even started yet but you made moves on your potential team mate?! I think we shouldn’t put them together then!!” Ha Ha cheered. “Well, we already made the teams. This does change plans. But. We the show must go on!” Jong Kook said. “Yes, congrats you two. You are on the red team together! Ah, red…the colour of love!” Jae Suk said dramatically.

Both of you turned red by everyone’s remarks. This is going to be a tough day…You thought to yourself.

As the day progressed, you and Yongguk would get paired up quite often. And whenever you didn’t, the MC’s tried to get a reaction out of the both of you. G-Dragon, who was also on your team looked troubled “Ah, the MC’s make it sound like none of us have a chance with you anymore. What do you think _____-sshi?” baffled you looked at him “Wha..wait? GD-sshi, do you mean that you’re interested in me?”

Just when G-Dragon was about to answer, water splashed onto you from above, it was the blue team! “_____-sshi, are you okay?” “Yes, it’s just water. It’ll dry!” you were dead wrong, the clouds started to grey and wind was blowing. Before you even knew it, Yongguk came running to you. “_____-sshi! Are you okay? You’ll catch a cold in this state. Here, take my hoodie. I have a sweater underneath, so no need to worry for me.” You couldn’t even say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and he already took his hoodie off, handing it to you.

“Now if that isn’t true love! GD-sshi, seems like you have NO chance at all! How does that make you feel?” Ha Ha asked. GD looked a little annoyed but laughed “Hyung, as you can see. There is only one prince charming right now, which is Yongguk-sshi.” To which Yongguk laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You left to the restroom to take off your wet shirt and put Yongguk’s hoodie on. It was warm and smelled like him.

Once you returned, Yongguk smiled brightly upon seeing you “_____-sshi! Isn’t this better?” You smiled at him “Yes, thank you so much. I’ll return the hoodie when the day is over! Sorry for the trouble.” “Oh no, you can keep it. It looks way better on you than it does on me!” You blinked. “Are you sure? It looks like an expensive hoodie..” “Yes, I’m sure!” Yongguk smiled while softly caressing your fingers. You felt your heart skip a beat, feeling unsure you decided to just grab his hand anyways. Off you were to the next challenge!

As usual, the day would end with everyone cooking a delicious meal together. And of course..you and Yongguk were paired up! The camera would focus a lot on the two of you. “Ah, young love! Look at these two, cooking together like cute newlyweds. Will you two keep it up after 1 year like this?” Jae Suk asked. “Yes, I’d love to cook together every moment possible with _____-sshi!” Yongguk answered. You laughed. The two of you found a way to comfortably play along with the remarks of the MC’s, which often surprised them. “Ooooh~!!! Yongguk-sshi, does this mean you’ll be a good husband for our _____-sshi then?” “Yes, of course.” Yongguk smiled while squeezing your hand as he stirred the soup with his other.

Once the day ended, everyone helped cleaning up and got changed. Slowly, everyone left the site until a few people were over. Amongst them were Yongguk and you.

Yongguk stood separate from everyone else, sitting on the grass, looking at the night sky. You came to sit beside him “Thank you for today.” Yongguk turned to face you, confused “What for?” “For being a good team member and taking care of me, making sure I was okay and comfortable.” you smiled softly. He chuckled “It wasn’t just because we were team member today.” You blinked “Oh?” Yongguk smirked “I guess I wasn’t being obvious enough, then? You stole my attention the moment I our eyes met.”

Falling silent, comprehending Yongguk’s words you looked up at the night sky.

“So. Should we go out on a date then? Some place where none can bother us?” Yongguk blinked, surprised by your boldness. But then he smiled brightly “I think that’s a great idea!”

From afar, Jong Kook and Jae Suk watched the two of you “What do you think, hyung?” Jong Kook asked “They better invite us to their wedding once that day comes!” Jae Suk said.

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A/n : I know I was asked to have Yongguk be inconspicuous about it, but I was in such a flow of writing that I totally forgot that part ;; I hope you lovelies like this! I’m super tired, so I feel like I could have done better….but. Yeah.

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thepinkwriterr · 5 years

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Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Ten

Live - Lightening Crashes

I can feel It comin' back again like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind forces pullin' from the center of the earth again I can feel it.

He pulled away from the kiss, rubbing the back neck of his neck. “Uh…Sorry…” “No, no, I liked it.” I smiled. “Really?” He laughed nervously. “Oh yeah.” I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.

I pushed him down, straddling his hips. “Is this alright?” I asked as I kissed his neck. “Yeah…” He trailed off. Lightening Crashes by Live croons softly in the background as he flips me over, kissing my neck.

Dani’s POV

I woke up to the sun filling the gaps my blinds created. Round Here by Counting Crows blasted from downstairs. Hm, James must be up. I got up, pulling on a green shirt and jeans rolled at the ankle.

I made my way down the stairs, the smell of pancakes filling my nose. As I entered the kitchen I saw Kali’s school stuff on the table and James making breakfast. Kali was sitting on the counter in her black sleepwear.

“Hey,Dani,” Kali hopped off the counter,”Can I borrow some clothes?” “Of course. Me aramrio es su aramrio.” I smiled. “Moi bien!” James joked, turning to face me.

Kali clomped up the stairs. “Hows it hangin?” I asked as James sat a perfectly circular pancake on a ceramic plate and handed to me.

He shrugged,”Nothin’ much, how about you?” He asked as I grabbed the syrup. “Boy drama.” I sighed, coating my pancake with syrup. “Who do I need to murder?” James asked. I laughed as he sat across from me.

“I’m serious.” He declared seriously as Kali walked in, wearing fishnet stockings, a black zip-up skirt, and a stripped sweater. “Wow…” I smirked,”Lookin’ hot. White hot.” “Thanks.” She winked.

Kali drove us to school, actually being on time today. “Finally! Friday!” She exclaimed as she exited the car. “I’m excited for that party tomorrow.” “Shit, me too.” Kali laughed.

Mrs. Kub was a smug cunt first period, as usual. I got to second period, Casey no where in site. I looked at Bill from across the room. He smiled back, his wide pink lips turning up at each corner.

Casey and her two friends: Amanda and Chelsea came stomping in. Casey rolled her eyes, sending the others into the same pattern. They mirrored her actions to a tee, to the point of it being just sad.

I rolled my eyes at Bill, throwing a scowl on my face shaking my head the same way they do. He laughed quaintly. Casey look at him, and he shot his head forward to look at the board.

I rolled my eyes again and turned back to the board.

Third period was History. Great, the most boring class ever. I sat through the lesson, wanting to throw my head through the cement wall. The teacher, Mr. Zigler, was explaining our projects toward the end of class. One of Casey’s pets, Amanda, raised her hand, sans Casey. Well, that’s new.

“Yes?” He asked, pointing to her. “Will we be able to work in groups?” He smiled,”I just about to say that. Uh, yes, partners, actually.” Everyone cheered, turning toward their designated “best friend”.

“But, I get to choose who you work with.” He smiled. Everyone stopped, then groaned. “Oh stop! It is not that bad.” He joked. He grabbed his roster, reading off each persons fait.

“-Amanda Shirtz and Dustin Henderson…” Thank god, I’m not with that barbie doll. “Eddie Kaspbrak and Danielle Sinclair…”

What? Eddie? Richie’s best friend? Great! He’s going to hate me.

The bell rang as I looked at the boy. His head was down, his shoulders slumped. I felt bad for the kid, actually. He practically married his mother, he didn’t have many friends, his dad died when he was ten, and everyone made fun of him.

Maybe working with him wouldn’t be so bad.

I walked to my class with haste, as it’s on the other side of the building. Why do I have to run to Gym class, and run again?

After gym class was lunch. I sat next to Kali at out usual table. “Hey.” I said as I sat at a blue stool. She bobbed her head with the music playing from her walkman into her headphones. I pulled off the noise canceling headphones,”Earth to Kali!” “Sorry.” She laughed.

I stopped the tape, popping the tape out of the device. “R.E.M? Did you take my tape?” “Yeah, sorry. I was gonna give it back.” “At least you finally gave into my pleas. I’ve been telling you to listen to this album for months!”

She laughed,”I know. Your bother recommended it this morning, so I looked for it when I was getting dressed.” I rolled my eyes,”You’re a tramp.” She laughed,”So are you.”

After lunch was study hall, which I spent in the library, doing my homework. I heard two people laughing and taking in hushed tones. I looked up to see Eddie Kaspbrak and George Denbrough. I smiled at Eddie, then returned to my work.

There was then loud noises and jokes, coming from a different spot. I looked up to see Richie Tozier, Bev Marsh, and Ben Hanscom. They were fucking around and laughing loudly. I groaned, pulling out the walkman I borrowed from Kali during lunch. I popped in the cassette James made me for my birthday.

Side One:

Tesla - Love Song

R.E.M - Strange Currencies

Smashing Pumpkins - Luna

The Smiths - This Charming Man

Joy Divison - Disorder

Semisonic - Closing Time

Stone Roses - I Wanna Be Adored

R.E.M - Losing My Religion

The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge

Side Two:

Live - Lightening Crashes

Bush - Glycerine

Radiohead - Creep

Foo fighters - Everlong

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul To Squeeze

The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma

Counting Crows - Round Here

Fleetwood Mac - Storms

Stone Temple Pilots - Creep

Nirvana - Something In The Way

I got to Closing Time when the bell rang. I packed all of my things, and as I exited the library Beverly came up to me. “Hey, you comin’ to the party tonight?” “I thought it was Saturday.” “Yeah, but mine it tonight.” “Yeah, I’ll go.“ I smiled. “Saturday too?” She asked. “Of course! I love parties.” I smiled. “Me too.” She laughed. “See you then.” “See you there.” She waved as she turned the opposite direction of me.

I decided to skip Spanish today. Not for any reason other than that I wanted to sleep. I waited until the bell rang for the last time, and went back to the library.

After sixth period finished, I went to Biology. I wasn’t particularly good at the subject, but I loved the class. After the bell rang I went down to the detention room.

And guess who was there on my last day? You guessed it, Richie!

Thank god we only had half an hour detention today. It was due to the fact the janitor didn’t want to clean around pimple faced teenagers who couldn’t shut their mouths shut long enough to keep themselves out of trouble.

I rolled my eyes at him as I walked into the room. He didn’t move a muscle. I thought that was weird, but I sat down regardless. Five minutes passed. I didn’t hear a word from him.

I turned to face him,”What? No asshole comments for me today?” He looked up at me,”Nope.” I furrowed my brows,”Who are you and what have you done with Richie Tozier?”

He said nothing. I turned back around, but it didn’t feel right.

I shuffled around in my bag and pulled out my headphones and walkman. I stood up, walking over to Richie. I handed him the items. “Here.” I held them out.

He looked puzzled, but took the items anyway. He put on the headphones and hit “play” on the walkman. Lightening Crashes began to play through the large headphones.

I moved my stuff to the seat next to his and sat down.

During the song I saw his eyes grow glassy, tears threatening to take place. The song ended, he took the headphones off. He pressed stop on the tape player.

“I always carry the single, it’s my favorite song.” I smiled weakly. He pushed the walkman and headphones over to me.

I popped the tape out of the walkman and handed it to him. He didn’t say anything, he just engulfed me in a tight hug.

Before I could hug him back, his watch beeped. He grabbed the tape quickly and grabbed his bag, scurrying out of the room.

I sat, utterly confused. After a few minutes I gathered my things and left the room. As I opened the door to the back parking lot, I saw Richie’s blue car. I searched the empty lot for Kali’s car, but I couldn’t find it. I guess she forgot about me.

I dreaded what I was going to do, but I walked over to the old car. I knocked on the window.

I could heard Lightening Crashes playing. Richie’s head was down. He looked up, his eyes tear stricken. He wiped his eyes discreetly, then rolled down his window.

“Hey-uh-your sister isn’t here, so I was wondering if you’d give me a ride home.” “Sure.” His voice broke momentarily. I got into the passenger seat of the little car.

We were silent until the song ended, and then he started the tape over. “I still live on Oak Road.” He nodded at my words. We turned onto my street a few minutes later.

Before I opened the door he ejected the tape, handing it to me. I shook my head,”Keep it.” I opened the door and slammed it, walking up my driveway. I saw Kali’s car on the pavement. She’s waiting for me.

I opened the door, walking into the anti room. I looked back through the window and saw Richie’s car was gone. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the living room.

“Honey, I’m home!” I called into the empty room. “Hm…” I sighed. I went up to my room. Empty. I heard Candlebox coming from my brothers room.

I walked down the steps and made a beeline for his room. I heard Kali’s giggle from the room.

I opened the door to see her straddling his hips. She was shirtless, and he only had boxers on.

“What the fuck?” I yelled, backing away from the door.

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