|The Slut, the Merman and the Axe Murderer
Author: Pinkamoo PM
“Mmmnnn,” he says and squeezes me, crushing me to him and letting out a happy noise, “you’re mine, slut.” I don’t get offended. I am a slut. At least, for tonight I am. A HALLOWEEN ONESHOTRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 6,931 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 81 - Follows: 5 - Published: 10-30-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2590065
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The Slut, the Merman and the Axe Murderer.
The door bell rings and a thrill of excitement goes up through me. It's Halloween and I've been invited to a party at one of the most expensive and beautiful places around, a place owned by the McMillan family.
"I'll be there in a moment," I say and looking in the mirror at my metallic purple micro mini's straps – or should I say, lack there of? I can't wait to see what Carter does; maybe he'll finally notice me. Maybe he'll go red in the face and grab me and hold me to him, kissing me passionately.
I sigh and roll my eyes at my reflection; I wish.
The door bell rings again, and I can hear Carter call out for me, "Melanie, a man can only stand so long out on the street with only his underwear on and not freeze to death." Even though it's summer and not even cold.
Don't get any ideas from that, mind you. He's dressing as superman; we don't have any friends with benefits agreement, or anything like that. Although I don't think Carter would have really protested a friends with benefits agreement. He just wouldn't want anymore from me, and that's why I haven't tried anything on him.
Because if I did, I'd faller even harder, and I'm not the kind of girl to settle for a purely physical relationship, for me, it's all about the love.
Which is why I've dumped every single boyfriend I've ever had. Because I love Carter too much to even think about any other guy, and he loves me too much like a sister to ever think about me in that way. Um. I mean except for the fact he sometimes wouldn't mind making out with me. But really that's just a rumour.
Besides. My other best friend, Kylie, has a major big crush on him and is planning on making a move tonight. This is why I'm going as a slut because when Kylie makes the move and he says yes, I'll go slut around and drown out my sorrows with a can of mountain dew and a random man.
I play around with my medium brown hair, and make sure the lace headband's secure.
"Melanie." He says irritably. "I'm going to go in there and give you a wedgie so bad you'll be feeling it in a week –"
I open the door and roll my eyes, "I think you'll find that a little hard, Carter, unless you want to put your hands up my dress."
He doesn't even say anything; he just stares at my dress in frank fascination.
"That dress is so tight I don't think I could get my hands up there," he says and I go red.
Of course he's going to say something like that. He's always hitting on me like that, as if it's all some big joke. But it's not funny. It's so incredibly not funny when you're in love with the guy, and he thinks it's all some big joke when it's not. Not for you.
I stare at him, my face getting redder and redder by the moment. I start to regret even mentioning his hands going up my dress, even though it's a very nice thought. But I guess there's no use regretting it; he'd find a way to turn it into an innuendo.
"Um," I say looking away, and run a hand through my long curly waves, not knowing what to say. I redden ever further; he's staring at my chest, and quite blatantly. I clear my throat and he raises his eyes unashamedly, "Um, should we go pick up Kylie now?"
"I suppose we should," he says noncommittally, "you look really pretty. It's kind of an understatement, actually..." He reaches forward and his fingers touch my hair. I suck in my breath and his hand weaves something into my hair, but I don't know what. I reach up to touch, and it's smooth and metal. I look to him for an explanation.
"It's a dolphin pin," he says with a shrug, dropping his hand, "I like dolphins."
He likes all water creatures, and he loves swimming too. He's the best swimmer at school, and you can just tell he's great by looking at him; he's tan, he's muscled, he's got big feet and he's nearly as tall as a basketball player and skinny as a rake.
"Okay, let's go," I say as he gazes over my shoulder into my empty house; mum and dad have taken my little brothers and sisters out trick or treating.
"Let's," he says and we go over and get in his very ugly red jeep. I'm almost embarrassed to arrive in a big rich place like the McMillan family estate, but I can't find it in me to diss his jeep. Even if it's not exactly in the social code for rich parties.
I spend the rest of the ride thinking about his hands up my dress and when we arrive at Kylie's she spends the whole time filling up the silence all on her lonesome. "Do you think this makes me look fat? I think it does!" she says. "Oh my God, look, look, that little boy in the ghost suit is SO CUTE!" she screams.
I love her. Really I do. Sometimes I have to remind myself that, though. Sometimes she makes it easy to forget, when she just as easily forgets how to shut up.
"Oh, look," she says as we're pulling into the McMillan estate, "look we're pulling in. We're pulling in." She starts rattling her seatbelt excitedly, bouncing in her seat and looking around, "Look, there's a lake."
I look to where she's pointing, and she's right, there is a big fat lake right in front of the estate, filled with crystalline blue water and so big it's got it's own dock with little canoes and speedboats sticking off of it.
"Oh man," Carter says and peers out his car window, his jaw slackening a little, "man, I wish I had that lake. God, I could go swimming any time I wanted."
"Maybe I'll seduce George or his older brother, and then invite you over when I come on dates and stuff." I suggest, looking out onto the lake dreamily. I much rather seduce Carter, but if I seduce George or his older brother and gain access to the lake; I get to see Carter with his shirt off and he'll be really happy.
"Maybe," he says, but sounds very doubtful about it, looking out to the lake in awe. "But," he looks to me and grins, "I'd rather you seduce me."
I blink and am glad Kylie isn't listening, for she'd probably slap his pretty face and tell him off for undermining women, which Kylie is thoroughly against, despite how very feminine and high-pitched she sounds and acts.
"Looook, look there's George and his brother, James," Kylie says and sucks in her breath, fanning herself with a hand, her eyes rolling back into her head. Sometimes I doubt her dedication in loving Carter, she's always gushing about other guys. "They're so hot." She tells me, and then turns to me, hands on hips, "Let's get out."
She doesn't need to tell me twice. I'm getting up and out of that jeep before she can move one of her manicured fingers, and I'm slamming the door. "Come on." I say to the two of them and then start walking off without them, trying not to be recognised as travelling by red ugly boy jeep. Even if it's Carter's red ugly boy jeep, and therefore coolest of cool, it's still a red ugly boy jeep.
I can't hear the music yet, but that's probably because the McMillan's have sound proofed their whole house on account of their (very distant) neighbours who were always complaining about the noise.
I look over the massive white mansion and wonder how it stays so clean, and then I realise they probably have paid cleaners and am slightly envious. My mum never lets me have anything white, she doesn't trust me with it...
...which is probably just as well, I'm really clumsy and messy and she knows it.
Carter finally catches up to me, "Are we going in, or what?" he says impatiently. Carter isn't a very patient person; he hates, and won't, wait for anything. It's all I want now with Carter, which is in a way good because otherwise we'd have no invites.
"Does everyone have their invite?" I want to know, trying to discreetly shove my hand down my front and grab out the invite. I had nowhere else to put it. I swear.
"Yes," Carter says, pulling his out of his boxers not so discreetly.
I pull a face. At least I didn't shove the invite down there. God forbid Carter shove it down into one of his superman jacket pockets. No, he has to shove it right down his pants.
Kylie catches up too, digging around in her medical bag. Kylie is coming as a nurse. "Here, look," she says and pulls it out with a winning smile, "now we've got them so let's go."
I nod and suck in my breath; it's easier said, than done. Because we aren't exactly...officially... invited, perse – as in by the host. We kind of bugged Carter's cousin Molly into surrendering hers, and then imitated the invitation as close as we could get it...and from my point of view, it looks exactly like the invite.
But to the expert eye it may differ. I just hope we get in and or else all our hard work was for nothing.
I breath in and out, trying to reassure myself and I feel someone's hand slip over mine, "Hey," Carter says, "they'll work just fine, and if they don't we'll go have fun by ourselves and take a dip in their lake maybe."
"We're not going to have a dip in their lake if we don't get in," I glare at his hand and slip mine out of it, "don't be so immature." Although it does sound very, very tempting.
"Immature? Me?" He says and I roll my eyes and link arms with Kylie. I give him a last nasty look and turn my head to her. It's not that he's made me mad, or anything like that. It's just that maybe acting like I don't like him will help me get over it and especially prepare me for what's going to go on tonight.
It's like when people leave and they fight with the people they'll miss most to try and stop it from hurting so much. Only a little different.
"Come on, let's go," I say and she nods her head excitedly.
"Let's!" she says with a giant grin, and we rush over, Carter at our heels.
We get to the doors and look at each other, nervous. Well Kylie and I are nervous; Carter rolls his eyes and pushes the doors open, stepping in ahead of us and holding out both of his hands for us to take. Kylie eyes his hand greedily and snatches it up, bringing her body right up close next to his, and so I clear my throat and try to just walk on the side.
But he grabs my hand too, "Come on, Arrowsmith," he says and the noise meets our ears and so do two security guards, holding out their hands.
"Here you go," Carter lets go of Kylie's hand and gives them his invite, and reaches for mine to give to him too, and then Kylie's. We wait for the security guards to accept, or reject, our invitations. I'm not even breathing. I feel like I can't and it's no wonder; these security guards are huge. I mean, I'm no damsel...I can look have myself.
But these guys look bored, mean and muscly enough to kick our butts if they see through our fake invitations.
The security guards grunt and step aside for us to pass and I suck in my breath and smile in pure and utter relief. Yeees. We made it in. I'm in on a McMillan party!
"Don't act half obvious," Carter hisses in a whisper sarcastically and my smile immediately drops.
"Look," Kylie murmurs, her eyes bright with excitement, "look we're inside."
I do look, and what I see is beautiful. Not in the way the house is normally considered, but in this totally eerie and Halloween kind of way. Everything is black, green and orange and jack-o-lanterns light up the massive room, which is pitch black and covered with silvery, glowing spider webs.
I guess the word I'm looking for is cool, rather than beautiful. But it's cooler than cool, it's ice, freezing cold; it is awesome.
And I'm here!
"I'm going to go get some punch," Kylie says, looking over to the stand manned by James, George's older brother. He's covered in fake blood, his hair is a mess, and he's wielding a big real looking axe. He catches Kylie's eyes and then looks across to me, and smiles. I redden and look away. Kylie smiles and comes and whispers in my ear before leaving me alone with Carter, "I'll be back for him later."
I force a smile and she giggles and skips off to 'get punch'...or flirt with James, more accurately. With his charming grin and floppy dark brown hair, he's hot even when he's dressed up as an axe murderer. I don't blame her for wanting to flirt with him.
I look to Carter, beside me, and grimace. I also envy her for not being so single-minded. Carter looks down at me and starts rubbing his thumb over my hand, "See, I told you we'd get in."
I realise how very much alone I am with him, and also realise how his hand around mine is making me feel.
I let go abruptly, "Yeah..." I say and look away. Breath in, breath out, Melanie. I look around, trying to concentrate on my surroundings rather than my company. I spot a flash of yellow and a beach towel, and some sever fake tan, "Look Carter, a girl life guard, she's your perfect match!" I joke with a laugh.
Carter doesn't seem in the mood for joking though, or maybe he just doesn't get it?? Because he pulls the biggest face.
"Carter, get it?" I say, blinking at him, "You're a male life guard in real life and she's a –"
"Melanie," he says and I look up at him.
It's too late for me to save myself. He's looking down at me all intently and I get caught in his gaze. Like I can't look away.
His blonde all too long surfer hair is framing a pair of golden brown eyes, eyes that are looking into mine, and sparkling. With something.
I don't know what but before I can give it much thought he's leaning down and his breath his puffing into my face.
He's about to kiss me. Carter is about to kiss me. My heart is hammering so loud in my chest it isn't funny, and he can probably even hear it it's so loud.
But I don't want to be friends with benefits.
His lips brush over mine and my heart skips a beat. "Stop," I say and step away from his lips.
Because I want more.
"Carter, you can't just kiss me like that," I say, a big knot twisting up in my stomach as his brown eyes eye me warily, "like it doesn't even matter. I'm not going to play that game with you, Carter."
He looks down at me, his jaw set and his hands at the waistband of his blue, red and yellow S boxers. "It's not a game," he says quietly, "it does matter, and you just rejected me. So I guess there's my answer."
It's all he says and then he turns around, fists clenched at his sides, and walks off.
"Carter," I call out for him, bemusement in my voice; but he doesn't stop. He just keeps on walking, and he doesn't look back either.
It's not a game? What does he even mean by that? Did he just indirectly say he likes me? I think he did. But he can't be serious. He's just playing with me...but, he just said he isn't playing with me.
I don't believe it. He must be just playing with me. I mean, Carter's never serious, at least not about anything except swimming, and maybe dolphins and sea animals. But never about people, or more specifically, girls.
So why on earth would he give a damn about me? Why am I so special to him, special enough for him to care about me that way, when prettier girls have failed?
I'm not. I'm not special enough. I'm not special at all.
"So I hear that your name's Melanie, I haven't seen you around –" a masculine voice says from behind, placing his hand on my shoulder and scaring the crap out of me, so much so I deal him a violent blow to the guts with an elbow. "These parts before..." he finishes off with a wheeze.
I spin around, embarrassed, and there before me stands James McMillan, clutching his stomach his eyebrows going up, way up. "Remind me never to do that again," he laughs with a wince and I feel my face getting redder and redder.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I say, clutching my bright red cheeks in horror. I just winded James McMillan in the guts with my elbow, and he's laughing about it. "I didn't see you coming and I was thinking, and then you were talking and your hand was on my shoulder and I was just so startled."
And now I'm blabbering to him. It's not bad enough he's been winded by me, oh no, now I have to bore him to death, talking about absolutely nothing that can be deemed interesting.
"I am so sorry," I reaffirm, hands slack at my sides, not knowing what to do with them.
"That's okay," he laughs and straightens, holding his hand out, "I'm James McMillan, and I should really have been more careful just there, do you come here often? I haven't noticed you around."
"Oh, maybe," I say, drawing a blank. If I say I don't come to many, or at all, he's going to see through my invitation right away, and know I crashed his party. But on the other hand, I've never really been all that good at lying. Except to myself and about my feelings, but that's really more of just not saying, than lying.
"Mysterious, huh?" He says with a wink, and I shrug, "I like that."
Is it just me, or is James McMillan hitting on me? Because it sounds like he is. But that just can't be, he can have anyone around, so why would he want me?
"Oh yes, mysterious, that's me," I smile at him awkwardly, and look down at my feet.
"It's a little loud in here, don't you think?" he says, and I look at him and he's got he's hands in his pockets, and he's staring right at me, hinting at something – something of which I have no clue of what it is, I mean, what does he want me to do about the music? It's his party; can't he do something about it himself? Is he really that lazy?
"I guess," I say, unintentionally giving him a weird look. But it's not like I can help it, even though it's socially wrong. I mean, you just can't look at James McMillan weird and tell him to go turn down his own music. It can't be done.
But the thing is I really, really can't be bothered and it's not like I go to his school anyway. He can't hold it against me, and make everyone hate me and the teachers give me extra homework.
That's it. I'm telling him he can go and change his own music, and if he wants to talk with me, so be it. But I'm not his maid.
"Let's go outside," he says and brushes his hand over my arm as he walks past me to go out the backside door of the hall. I stand there, blinking and confused.
Oh. Oh. It's too loud and he wants to go outside. He wants me to follow him outside and hook up with him, and not turn his music down. I get it now.
My legs start walking towards the door by themselves and I blink, wondering what I'm getting myself into, and then Kylie bursts through the backside door and right into me, making me stumble back. "Oh my God," she hisses.
"What?" I want to know.
"Look, go outside and look," she says in a completely freaked out whisper, and her normally tan skin is all pale, and her eyes are wide with shock, "I went out there to follow after Carter and confess, and he totally ignored me, and said he wasn't in the mood. It totally killed the mood and then he just jumped into the lake and grew flippers."
I stare at her, and try to see if she's lying, because Kylie isn't a very good liar, and you can always tell when she's lying; her face is usually unnaturally expressionless much alike a porcelain dolls, and very creepy. But no shivers go up my spine, and she looks completely serious. "Did someone slip something in your drink?" I ask and frown. "Because if they did I'm going to –"
"Look," she says and frowns irritably, "go out and look for yourself, he's grown flippers; just you go look and see. He's swimming around like a fish but he has hands, and a v. hot chest, still."
"Seriously, who did it? Could you see their hair colour, any distinguishing features –" I start to ask but Kylie glares at me something fierce and points a thumb over her shoulder.
"Look," she says and walks around me off into the party and over to the drink and refreshment stands again. I roll my eyes, shrug and go out the door, looking around for James, and he's right beside the door and reaches out and scares me again.
Luckily this time I just jump, and send a wide-eyed look over my shoulder. But it's just him, standing there and smiling sweetly, fake axe swinging in his hand and his other hand at his neck, scratching nervously, "I scared you again, didn't I?" he said apologetically.
I laugh this time, relieved I didn't give him another blow to the stomach, "Yeah, just a little there with your big fake axe and red food die, or fake blood...whatever, you sure do creepy well." I grin at him.
"What makes you think anything's fake?" He grins back and I laugh again.
"Oh, I don't know, it could be true and you could be an axe murderer," I tease with a grin, giving him a poke in the chest and narrowing my eyes, when he completely swings out with his axe and barely misses hacking my stomach with it. I look down and clutch my stomach on instinct, glad the axe is a piece of plastic and not a real one.
"You're a little scary you know that?" I say, looking up and still clutching my stomach. He's grinning that same grin, axe poised, and I feel a chill run down my spine and gulp. It's only fake though. I can't be getting scared of a fake axe.
"Oh, I try to be," and he swings it again, only at my head and I jump back, my hair flying up in the wind, for only a huge chunk at the front to fall to the ground. Oh shit. The freaking axe is real...and is the blood, too?
"What are you psycho?" I spit out at him, getting angry. He just cut a huge chunk out of my hair, and what's even worse is that he was aiming for my face. I realise I don't exactly like getting axes swung at my face.
"Maybe," he says and I blink, a sick feeling stirring in my stomach. There's something not right about the look in James McMillan's eyes, something dark, and something...sinister. He poises the axe over his head again and his eyes flash.
I scream and he shakes his head and laughs, "No one will hear you, the place is sound proof, remember." My eyes widen, and I feel horror overwhelm me. I mean, he's totally right, no one is going to hear me scream as he hacks me to death with that axe, or whatever he's planning on doing to me.
I spin around and start to run for my life. Oh my God. Oh my God. One of the McMillan brother's is trying to kill me. I think he found out about the fake invite!
I round the corner to the front of the house and edge towards the lake where there's a shed I can hide in, only when I haul open the door...I realise, that maybe, I don't want to hide in the shed so much anymore, and that the blood on his axe is real.
Three slaughtered girls rest in the McMillan Lake's shed, they're covered in blood and the smell is putrid. I step back and run for dear life, but I've got nowhere to hide, and where's Carter? Kylie said he'd be out here.
A head reaches up out of the water and grabs my foot. Oh my God.
This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up, and laugh, and then I'm telling Carter we're not going to the McMillan party anymore, and that I'm all caught up on homework. I pinch my skin and squeak. It hurts.
I fall in the water and am about to scream, but the hand comes up and covers my mouth, and I feel tingles in my lips and not the bad kind either. The McMillan's keep monster's in the lake that seduce you and give you tingles! I knew it.
"Shhh, calm down," it's Carter, or at least it sounds like Carter. I look around and spot his face, and relief floods into me, and I'm weak with it. I sink into Carter's arms and fling mine around his neck. "Shhhh," he says and starts backing out into the water.
I'm not sure what he's doing, but I'm not sure I care either. I know Carter's not going to hurt me, not physically at least. I feel safe, warm and incredibly nice in his arms as he murmurs comforting noises into my ears. His arms have encircled my waist and pulled me to him and his hands drag up and down my back, soothingly.
Something swishes against my legs and I look down and nearly scream.
Instead of Carter's legs intertwined with mine, they're intertwined with not flippers, but a giant fish tail. Only prettier, longer and sleeker.
"Oh my God," I whisper and nearly shrink back, and would have if Carter wasn't so warm, and if it wouldn't end up hurting his feelings.
Someone's slipped something into my drink...
...only, I haven't had a drink, or anything to eat for that matter.
Forgetting all about James and his axe, and all those girls in the shed with all the hacked off body parts next to fishing rods and bait – I reach down and touch his tail, not sure whether I'm imagining it or not.
Carter lets go of my waist in shock as I rub my hands down his tail, feeling his tiny gem-like, shimmering scales in wonder. It's real, alright, and Kylie wasn't lying.
"You're a merman," I say dreamily and start drawing little circles on his tail with my fingertips, until Carter snatches my hands up in his own and clears his throat.
"Just because you can't exactly see the equipment, doesn't mean it's not working," he says and I blink back in bemusement, and then, rolling his eyes he gestures a hand around his nether regions, or where they would be if they weren't transformed into a tail.
Oh. Oh my God, how embarrassing! I snatch my hands out of his own and start backing away, sorry and mortified for my actions, "I am so sorry," I say, face reddening, and the rest of me with it I'm so embarrassed.
"That's okay, more action than I've got with you before," he teases as a joke and I can only think oh my God again, and cover my face and eyes with my hands. I can't even look at him, and with the way he's shaking, he kind of finds it funny. All of a sudden he stops and reaches out to touch my hair, and then his tone turns dark, "The bastard cut your pretty hair." He grumbles.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are Melanie," James calls out, and I bob my head down and look up to see him walking around the lake, and my fears all return, and the coolness of the lake I couldn't feel because of Carter's warm arms and shock, comes rushing to me. He's swinging his axe around, and he's got this scary, manic grin on his face, like he's going to kill someone, someone, like me.
"I think I've got bigger problems than my hair," I mutter unhappily and then Carter swims past me and up the rocks, and it's then that fear really takes hold of my heart, and stamps it in the ground, repeatedly.
"Carter, no," I say as he steps up onto the edge of the lake and starts heading for James, his tail turns back to legs and he's got this determined, angry look on his face. I want to scream at him for being so stupid, and not waiting until James had disappeared back into the party – but then James would turn around, and then he'd hack into Carter. And I'd die.
I can't live without Carter, why does he have to be such a stupid, stubborn and completely gorgeous asshole?
"Hey you," Carter says and my eyes roll back into my head. I can't watch. I can't watch.
Okay, I'm watching. But I'm not going to like it. James spins around and Carter smashes him right in the temple with his fist, and James topples to the ground, his axe with him. I blink. I can't believe it; my best friend just clocked the most popular boy ever in the head and knocked him out.
I mean, he totally deserved it. But still.
Carter kicks the axe away somewhere, avoiding touching it so he doesn't contaminate the evidence and get himself in trouble. I watch him and then realise something; he's completely, and utterly, naked. I fall over in shock, my knees all weak from the events, and from the sight in front of me. I cover my eyes and feel my face reddening all over again. I can't believe I didn't notice it before.
"Hey," Carter says and I look up, but he's not speaking to me, he's speaking into his phone and I bury my head back in my hands again. "You might want to come check out the party at the McMillan's house tonight, it's gotten kind of crazy...come soon...yeah...check out the shed, the little fishing one beside the lake...yeah, thanks...bye."
I hear the beep as he hangs up, and then he snorts, "Well my clothes just don't disappear when I change, you know. They go somewhere, in this case on the side of the lake."
I don't respond, just cover my eyes and breathe deeply and calmly. Well. As calm as one can be after she sees a total heart throb and best friend naked, oh and there's that thing with the rich boy axe murderer, too. And the fact Carter's actually a merman.
"I've got my boxers on," he tells me and I uncover my eyes, only to find him looking a little miserable and sorry for himself, pulling his superman t shirt over his head with a sigh. I blink and stare at him. He's never miserable and sorry for himself, and he never sighs, except when swimming competitions get postponed, or when his mum tells him to put a shirt on when he has company (when me and Kylie come visit).
"I know you think I'm some big freak, and I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore, Kylie didn't seem too pleased, she screamed her head off and bolted." He says and slings his blue tights over his shoulder and reaching down to do up his sneakers. "I'm sorry about nearly kissing you, too. Only if you didn't want me to, though."
"Why did Kylie get to know about this first?" I want to know, feeling a little left out. I mean, I've known him longer, and I'm less likely to freak out about it – I mean, why does she get to know first? That's not fair.
He stands up and shoves his phone down his pants, and stares at me, his eyes all serious now, "It's not like I meant for that to happen. I was kind of upset at the time."
"Why?" I say, even though I can kind of guess, or hope, rather. Since he can't be upset about me at all, I mean, I'm just nothing to get upset about. Period.
"Because you didn't kiss me back, and because I was embarrassed." He tells me quietly, walking up and offering me his hands to help me up. I reach out and touch my fingers to his.
"Why on earth would you like me?" I ask honestly. And then my faces goes bright red.
And then, feeling I haven't made it clear enough that he's too good for me, "You know you can have any girl you want."
"Can I?" he wants to know and he squeezes my hands, impatiently. "Can I?"
He means me. Oh my God. He means me.
"Carter why, why would you want me?" I ask again, and look to him, and he looks right back at me, playing with my fingers and listening, "Carter you're hot, to put it mildly, and you're funny, a great swimmer – and you have the prettiest tail I've ever seen, and it's way cool. You're not some big freak, I'm some big freak," I bite my lip, "and I'm not good enough for you."
"Bullshit, you're hot, and you're my big freak, and you just said I can have any girl I want, or were you lying to me?" He accuses, sounding angry at me for even suggesting he's too good for me, even though it's true.
"Kylie says she likes you and –" I start to say but he shakes his head.
"Not anymore, she lusted for me; you know how she has that thing with fish. I'm a total turn off for her now, and the question is do you like me?" He demands.
I am quiet. I don't know what to say. Maybe he's just being a jerk, and maybe he's lying to me...but maybe, he's not. He's my best friend for a reason, and he not only won't hurt me physically, but he'll protect my feelings too.
I take a deep breath, and decide to trust him, my heart pounding so loud in my chest again.
"Only this much," I say and spread my arms out wide, looking up at him and preparing for rejection; my luck he's playing some sort of joke on me. But I'm just hoping he's not, and that my lucks going to be nice to me tonight.
And it is; it is nice to me.
He grabs me up, pulls me to him and kisses me passionately. I've never really kissed much before, and it's not anything like this with anyone else. It's. So. Nice.
His legs slip between mine and his arms snake around me for the second time that night. His kissing pattern is very teasing, little tiny kisses, about ten of them, and then one big one that lasts about five seconds before he kisses me tiny little ones again.
After a while he pulls his head back and my mind his reeling, and all I can think of saying is, "Thankyou..."
Which is a kind of lame thing to say to someone who still probably has his spit in your mouth.
"I'll be your supermerman anytime, babe," he says and plays with what's left of my chopped off lock, "Can I?"
I don't need to ask to know what he means. He means can he have me, he's basically asking me out, Carter wants me to be his girlfriend.
"Maybe, if you really kiss me," I tell him, playing with all his shoulder length blonde hair and kissing his jaw. He smirks. He knows exactly what he's been holding out on. And how to use it against me, and he snatches me up to him again and kisses me furiously, and for about five whole minutes this time, no teasing included. He barely even stops to catch his breath and then smirks when I suck in my breath when he stops.
"Mmmnnn," he says and squeezes me, crushing me to him and letting out a happy noise, "you're mine, slut."
I don't get offended. I am a slut. At least, for tonight I am.
"Oh, so you call that really kissing?" I say although I kind of give myself away by the breathiness of my voice, so it comes out more like 'oh...you call...that...really....kissing?'. He just smiles and nods at me, daring me to challenge him.
I roll my eyes and pout, "Can I?"
"Hells yeah, babe," he says and then we're holding hands, and he's taking me back to his jeep with a wicked grin on his face, a grin which I'm sure I'm mimicking. He's right about Kylie, and I see her getting into someone else's car with a giggle and a 'look, see my bra undoes at the front'. "What'd I tell you?" he says and leans over to kiss me. I also tell him my bra undoes at the front, and he tells me to keep on dreaming and then drives me home.
I'm not sure about you guys, but it's been the best Halloween ever.
HAPPY HALLOWS SWEETS!
I'll tell you about my Halloween when I get back on Sunday; I'm staying at Anna-banana's (THAT'S MY NEW NICKNAME FOR YOU! FEAR IT ANIKA) tomorrow night and probably Saturday night, too. But I hope you all get lots of candy, seeing as I probably won't get any...apart from the stuff we may or may not have?
Because in Australia no one goes trick or treating – so just let's pretend we do, and that this Halloween one shot makes sense.
How sad was Blair and Chuck's semi-break-up kinda thing? I mean, I hope they're 'wait' isn't too long. Because they're the cutest couple ever. And Jenny-Nate's kiss was hot too.
You know you love me,