Author: Dylan Ryser PM
The four of them were outcasts. They all had their issues-some worse than others-and they figured that was why they loved each other so much. Because they were a comfort; an escape from their terrible day-to-day lives. And that was all they needed to get by, really. [Story of abuse, romance, friendship, family, and teen angst.] REWRITING, HIATUS UNTIL MID-DECEMBERRated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 15 - Words: 28,227 - Reviews: 64 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 10-25-12 - Published: 09-10-12 - id: 3057321
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AN: Video games are addicting, yo.
Also, I finally figured out what genre this is. Lit fic :3 Which is mostly character driven stories. I had no clue what this was before, but NaNo helped me figure it out. -so happy-
Jake was making his way to the bathroom. It was around 2 AM, his father had finished with him an hour ago, and Jake figured it would be safe enough to try and wash up before he tried to go back to sleep.
He checked on Ramona first. She was as snug as a bug in a rug, curled up in her covers with a teddy bear Jake had given her. She was eleven now, but she still slept with that thing every single night. It brought a smile to his face. She was still innocent, and Jake dearly hoped it would stay that way until she was eighteen and they were both able to leave this hell hole.
He finally made it to the bathroom, only to find Lisa dropping some pills into the toilet. "Uh . . ." he started. "Hi? Can I go pee?"
Lisa snapped up at Jake's voice. Her shoulders were tight and her neck was tense. She gave a curt nod before using her foot to flush the toilet. She hurried out of the bathroom without a word to Jake. He wondered if he should ponder what Lisa was doing, but less than a moment later he realized he didn't care and turned on the shower.
It was two months after she and Jake had slept together, and Tammy was seated on the side of the tub, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands, and her eyes on the toilet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her mind was whirling a thousand miles a minute.
She was so scared. So, so, so scared . . . She had no idea what to do. Her father would kill her, probably. And Jake . . . God, Jake would break up with her because of this. Diane and Skyler would think less of her. She would be alone. Completely and utterly and totally alone . . .
A thought occurred to her:
Her grandparents . . . They would not hate her. They would not kill her. They would not think less of her. She could go there. They'd gladly help out. Right? Right . . .
Tears moved faster down Tammy's cheeks. She was so fucked, wasn't she?
"I'm so bored, Sky," Diane whined.
Skyler and Diane were currently in Skyler's front yard. Skyler was perched on a tree stump, and Diane was sprawled on the grass, her cheek resting against the cool ground. The sun was beating down upon them and music was playing from Skyler's mother's Chevy. He had stolen her keys, rolled down the windows to the car, and turned it on his favorite station. Diane complained for a hot minute, but eventually she got over it.
"What do you suggest we do?" Skyler hopped off the stump and laid in the grass on his back, staring up at the swirling white clouds above him.
Diane crawled over to Skyler and rested her head on his chest. She looked up at him; his eyes were firmly on the sky.
"I can think of a lot of things," Diane said, mentally adding 'but you wouldn't want to do any of them.'
"Yeah?" Skyler craned his neck to look at her. A smile was on his lips. "Like what?"
"Like . . ." Diane opened and closed her mouth a few times before she simply shook her head and cuddled up to Skyler more. "Nothing, I guess."
He wrapped one arm around her slim body, his fingers absently tracing up and down her spine. It was so comfortable like this. Diane loved it, and her thoughts were going in circles. She wanted Skyler, she did - but she didn't want to ruin their friendship if something happened, she didn't want to ruin this.
"It's nice," Diane said, and Skyler gave a soft 'mhm' of agreement towards her. A silence drifted between them for a good thirty minutes or so. Both were just comfortable in each others presence. However, a side of Diane had finally won, and she broke the silence. "Jake told me something."
"Oh?" Skyler's hand was now moving through Diane's hair. His voice was almost tired sounding.
"You want to know?" Diane propped herself up on her elbows, which were on Skyler's chest, and placed her chin in her palms.
Skyler moved his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "Sure."
"He'd said you like me."
Skyler cracked an eye open. "I think everyone knows that, Di," he said, a faint blush on his cheeks.
"I know, but . . ."
"But . . . ?"
"He said he thinks I like you back," Diane said, scrutinizing every minute movement of Skyler's face. He made no sign that he was going to say anything, so she went on: "Do you think I like you back?"
Skyler was quiet for a long time, looking deep in thought. Diane bit her lip, an unfamiliar feeling of nervousness rising into her. "I don't know," Skyler (finally) said honestly. "You're so hard to read sometimes, you know? I can tell when you're mad or when you're happy. The rest of the time it's just -"
Diane chuckled and rolled her eyes, grabbing a handful of grass to throw at Skyler's face. "All I needed was an 'I don't know,' Sky," she said, grinning.
"Do you?" he asked, face scrunched up as he tried to get the grass out of his mouth.
"I don't know either," Diane said. "All I know is that I feel better around you. You make me happy. And I feel good about myself."
"Good. Friends are supposed to do that." He rubbed her arm.
"Do you want to be more than friends, though?" She looked at him curiously.
"That's all up to you, Di," Skyler said. "I'd love to go steady with you, but if you don't want to, it's fine. You shouldn't feel obligated to be with me just because I like you."
Diane shook her head. "I don't. But . . ." Her curiosity turned to uncertainty. "Have you kissed a girl before? Or . . . guy."
"Have you ever liked anyone besides me?"
Skyler chuckled. "I used to have a teeny-tiny crush on, uh . . . Jake, actually."
Diane snorted. "I knew you liked boys, too!" A sense of accomplishment and pride flickered through Diane for a quick second. "But why Jake?"
"He was my only friend for the longest time. I just sorta clung to him."
"Oh." Diane gave a small nod. "I understand that. You didn't want to make it with him or anything, did you?"
"No. God no." Skyler sat up a bit, forcing Diane to move. "You want the truth?"
"I've never really wanted to do that. With anyone."
Diane's eyebrows scrunched together. "I don't understand."
"I've never been . . . I don't know." Skyler's face was redder than before, and he covered it with his hands. "I've never wanted to make it with anyone. Not Jake or you or whatever woman's on the magazines right now . . ."
Diane felt hurt at Skyler's words. His father thought she was sexy - why didn't he? She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. He said he didn't see anyone like that. Maybe he just wasn't . . . But if he liked her, why wouldn't he be interested in her in that way? She was interested in him in that way.
"Do you want to kiss anyone?"
"You," Skyler said. "A lot. I think about us kissing so much. I -"
"Kiss me?" Diane said.
Skyler's eyes went wide. "Wha-what?"
"Kiss me," Diane repeated.
"But . . . but why?" Skyler's hands started to shake slightly.
"I've never kissed someone who liked me for me," Diane said. "Please, Sky?"
"I don't . . . I-I've n-never . . ."
"It's not that hard. Just lean towards me and I can do the rest."
"Diane." His voice was barely above a whisper. "What if something happens?"
"Like what, Sky?" Diane's voice turned just a bit harsh, and it snapped Skyler back into attention.
"Sorry. I'm afraid you might not like it," he said.
"I will. I promise. Just please kiss me."
Taking a deep breath, Skyler grabbed Diane's hands. He intertwined their fingers together and leaned forward. His lips met her cheek.
"On the lips," Diane said, rolling her eyes.
"Shush, I'm working my way up to it," Skyler said. He softly kissed her forehead, her other cheek, both her eyes, her nose, her chin, and finally his lips met hers.
Diane's reaction was instant. She brought her hands to his face, and she was straddling him. She was trying her hardest to press against him, and her hands moved from Skyler's face to his chest, to his belt, where they -
Skyler grabbed Diane's wrists. "Don't," he whispered, face flushed, the redness on his neck, too. "Just a kiss, remember? That's what you asked me to do."
Diane looked away from him, embarrassment taking over her. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"I'm not ready for that," he told her, eyes on her face, though her's were on his lap. "We're only -"
"Tammy and Jake made it," she said softly.
"They've been together for a year and a half. And . . . we're not Tammy and Jake."
"But I want to have sex," Diane went on, voice still unnaturally soft. "I want to know what it's like to want it."
"We're only fourteen," Skyler said. "Well, you are. I'm only thirteen, and I don't want to do that yet. I'm sorry."
Diane sighed, getting off Skyler's lap. She knew this would fuck it up. She knew. "Don't be."
"We can do it eventually, Di," Skyler said, going to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "I promise."
"Fine," was all Diane said.
Another silence, only this time is was uncomfortable.
"Hungry?" Skyler broke it.
Skyler smiled, kissing Diane's cheek. He stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. He kept hold of it and led her off, talking about anything that wasn't about what just happened.
AN2: Review/fav/alert please :D Thanks for reading.