Texas Girl (Pt 25)

It took me a while, but it's long and pretty legendary :) x
Warning: Sexual references, underage drinking and one swear word. I know,
I'm a bad girl ;)

The house was massive, in a creamy sort of beige colour, with red
terracotta tiles on every slant and slide of the roof.
The entrance was a single, thick wooden door, with a little window to see
into the hallway. I took Drew's hand and linked it with mine, my other hand
going to cover her eyes. "Shut your eyes" I whispered, as if it wasn't
obvious by my actions what I wanted her to do. I pushed my body gently into
hers, nudging her forward a step. She did as silently asked, and began to
walk without knowing where she was going. I brought my hand to her hip,
guiding her over to the front door. "Oh, uh, sorry. One sec" I chuckled,
realising I has forgotten to take the keys out of my pocket. "May I?" she
spoke up. "Uh, sure". I handed her the keys, and took my hand away from her
eyes so she could unlock the door.
She pushed it open, the sound of the handle echoed throughout the entire
house, an ear-splitting noise through the usual silence. I kept her body
clasped to mine partly out of enjoyment, but also for guidance as we walked
through the hall, shoes making the most gentle of clicking noises on the
wooden-boarded floor.
I'd been here before. Me and my Mom. A while back. It was one of the
fanciest, yet homeliest houses we had ever been in. Everything was woody
colours, or natural colours. Nothing red or black or pink could be found in
the entire place. It was soft, natural colours throughout the house. Wooden
beams lined every entry-way into each room.
Drew's mouth dropped at the pure beauty of it. It seemed a bit like a house
in Texas, but way, way, way more fancy and expensive. "It's amazing!" she
gasped, before running into the one of many living rooms, through the
kitchen, dining room, OTHER living room (with a flat screen TV on the wall
and REALLY comfy sofas) and then out and up the stairs.
Phew. This was gonna be a long day.

After Drew examined the entire house - including the corral where two
prize-winning thoroughbreds are kept ;) - she collapsed onto the long blue
cotton sofa, in front of the TV. "You ok Tex?" I asked, entering the
kitchen area, looking over at the small girl spread out on the couch. I
shrugged off my black drawstring jacket, setting it down on the counter top.
She didn't reply. I stepped around the counter island and jogged over to
her side. "Texxy. Babe wake up" I chuckled, poking her side gently.
Nothing. Alright, game on Texas. I leaned in and pressed my lips to her
neck, kissing her gently for a while, until she mumbled in sign of her
consciousness. She squealed when she realised what I was doing, giggling
and squirming in my tight grip on her hips. "Aahh! Justin! Stop it!" she
blushed rose pink, her hand at the back of my neck, pulling me closer
instead of pushing me away.
Ahh. It was gonna be a good couple of months ;).
"Justin...." she began to whisper "Don't be an ass" she said seriously,
before bursting out into giggles. I took my lips away from her neck, acting
highly offended by her words. "Right, baby you asked for it" I smiled,
lifting her off the sofa and out the sliding doors. "Justin please don't"
she begged when she realised I was heading for the pool. "Nah you're going
in" I chuckled menacingly, not detecting the pure nervousness in her tone.
"Justin don't! Don't throw me in, please!" she pleaded as I moved her body
into a bridal position. "I'm not gonna throw you in babe" I smiled,
standing at the edge of the clear, ice blue water. "You're not?" she
furrowed her brow. "No. We're both going in" I grinned, and she began to
say something when I jumped.
The water rushed past our bodies, cold and icy, as the heater hadn't been
on since Usher last came here (So, months).
I came up from the surface, taking in a deep breath and moving my arms and
legs so I stayed afloat.
Wait. Where was Drew? I spun around. "Drew?". I looked for her at the sides
of the pool. Nothing.
Suddenly, she appeared beside me, gasping for needed breath and splashing
around in the cold chlorine. "Drew!" I exclaimed, reaching out and taking
her small body in my hands. I pulled her into me, her legs hooked around my
hips, hands on my shoulders. She briefly removed them to rub the water from
her eyes. "Drew, you ok?" I asked, kind of concerned. What was wrong? She
looked really upset. "No, no I'm not ok Justin. I can't swim" she whisper
breathed, unable to take in enough air to speak with volume.
Oh. Oops. Oops? She can't swim dude and you just threw her in REALLY deep
water. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Tex" I began to babble as she held onto me
tightly, still afraid of the water surrounding her. She didn't say anything
for what seemed like ages. "I'm sorry baby girl, I didn't know" I tried
again, brushing her hair out of her upset face. "Just get me out of here"
she muttered into my shoulder, still clinging on for dear life. I did as
she asked, swimming to the side with her in my arms, and climbing out.
Now I felt bad. That was really stupid. I should have known that. I'm her
best friend. I should know little things like this.
I carefully carried her through the house and up the stairs, making it my
goal not to slip. She let out a little mumbley sort of moan "Justin, I'm
cold" she began to shiver in my arms, and I picked up the pace as I
fast-walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. I set her down on
the counter top, brushing off most of the water with a towel. She mumbled a
thank you. "You're welcome baby girl".
Right. Clothes. Shit. They're still in the car. I turned back to Drew. She
sat there, short, thin clothes clinging to her body. She looked freezing.
I'll have to go get them. I checked my pockets for the keys. Oh you've
gotta be kidding me.
Without explaining to Drew, I ran back in the bedroom, and pushed open the
balcony doors.
If you squinted really hard, you could just about see the metallic glint
from the bottom of the pool. Shit. Stupid keys. Stupid pockets with no
zips. I mean seriously, what's the point of having a pocket with no zips?
"Justin?" Drew's shaky voice came to me from the bathroom door. I spun
around, and saw her clinging to her own cold body, doing everything she
could to keep warm. "Can I go get my clothes?". I couldn't help but
chuckle. "You can, but you'll have to go back in the pool to do it" I
gestured behind me as I wandered over to her. She automatically understood
what I had meant, and groaned. "Well, I'm not staying in these" she sighed,
pulling her clothes a few inches off her body so they wouldn't stick.
Didn't I have a jacket downstairs? Yeah, I took it off earlier. She could
at least have that. "I got a jacket downstairs. Come on" I smiled, going to
take her hand. She pulled it away from me. Ok, that hurt, but I threw her
in the pool and dropped the keys, so I guess I deserved it. "Drew" I raised
my eyebrows in a look. She rolled her eyes and took my hand as I had wanted
her to.
I tugged her down the stairs, our wet feet slapping against the wooden
floor until we stopped at the kitchen. My jacket lay untouched on the
kitchen counter. God it looked warm. Still, I'd rather me freeze to death
than Drew. "Well..." she raised her eyebrows. What? What did she want? "Uh,
turn around" she couldn't bite back the giggle that came with her words.
"Why do I need to turn around. You're putting on a jacket not getting
naked" I chuckled, thinking I was the smartest guy in the world with that
clever comment.
When she raised her eyebrows at me, I realised I was right. "You're getting
naked" I stated, trying to make sense of the words that came from my mouth.
"Drew, why are you getting naked?". This is too much to handle. I can
barely handle her when she's wearing clothes, let alone getting briefly
naked to put on a jacket. This is just... Insane. "Like I said, I'm not
staying in these clothes. They feel horrible, so unless you want to dive to
the bottom of that freezing cold pool again, I'll be wearing nothing but
your jacket".
Damn she had a point. I really didn't want to dive to the bottom of the
pool again. At least not until the heater had warmed it up. Errrr. I can't
handle this. This is just too much. This is wrong. Oh god. "Turn around"
she made a spinning motion with her hand, clearly acting out what she
wanted me to do. I turned to face the window, looking out at the sun slowly
dipping below the horizon, casting an orange-yellowish glaze over the
landscape. It was hard to concentrate. It was the hardest thing I'd ever
done, not looking at her, and I'm not proud of it. I should have no problem
with facing away from her whilst she changed into nothing but my jacket. I
should be fine with it, because we're good friends. Right now, I wish she
was more. I wish she was mine so it wouldn't even matter if I turned
around. She should be mine. Not Frank's or Dwight's or anybody's. Mine. My
baby girl <3
"Done" she stated, shaking me from my thoughts. I blinked a few times,
finding it hard to stop thinking of her in my arms. "Huh?" I blabbed
without thinking. "I said I'm done" she stated. "Oh right". Awkward silence.
"Justin, you can turn around, it's ok, I'm not naked".
"I'd rather not".
"Why not?".
"Cuz I'm gonna stare, and I don't want to be abused for that".
She giggled gently, before pressing her body tight to my back, speaking
sexily in my ear "Then keep your eyes, where they should be. Kay babe?" she
said sweetly, before pecking my cheek, and skipping off. I spoke aloud to
myself, my voice barely a whisper "Sweet baby Jesus" xD.

"I really am sorry Tex, I didn't know you couldn't swim" I apologised for
the seventeenth time that night as I carried two mugs of hot cocoa over to
the pale blue sofa, where Drew sat, hugging the seahorse cushion she had
recently fallen in love with. I placed my mug down on a coaster and handed
Drew's to her, averting my gaze from her jacket-clad body. It stopped at
around mid-thigh, and she had to sit with either her legs out straight or
tucked underneath her, and right now, she was pretty fidgety (Don't worry,
I was a gentleman, I didn't perv on her). This was our fifth cup of cocoa,
and I think she was a bit hyper. "It's ok Justin. I probably should have
told you before you paid for an extreme trip to one of the wateriest places
in America" she giggled, picking out the marshmallows I had put in
specially for her, and popping them in her mouth. "You still cold?" I
asked, seeing her shiver as the hot fluid ran through her body. "Mmm, a
little" she nodded, placing the mug down on a coaster. Neither of us had to
say it, we both knew when I asked if she was cold, I was asking if she
wanted to sit with me, and if she answered yes, she was cold, she was
really saying "Yeah I wanna cuddle with you". It's sort of like our excuse
language. We use it to pretend we're doing friendly things, but really,
we're doing things WAY beyond the friend boundary. She crawled across the
sofa, abandoning the seahorse cushion and clambering into my lap, pulling
the sleeves of the jacket down on her arms, before wrapping them around my
neck, and resting her head comfortably on my shoulder. We stay silent for a
minute, until I remembered number 1 on my holiday duties list. Find out
what's the deal with Drew's folks. Well, enough had happened today, and she
seemed pretty forgiving right now. The lighting was perfect too. I don't
know why that was significant, it just was. The main lights were turned
off, the ones on the wall having been dimmed, and outdoors was pitch black.
The room was toasty warm, and so were we. It was a safe, secure sort of
environment.
"Drew?".
"Yeah J?". Ok that was cute. She called me J. That was freakin' adorable. I
can't bring it up now. Not when she's so happy being here with me. It's
just cruel to dampen her mood. "Um... nothing" I mumbled. She looked up at
me, her hair in messy waves from being dried naturally. Her expression
changed from intrigued to accepting as she decided to let it go.
I remembered the sight of the beer in the fridge from when I'd been
raiding, and decided it was time for a drink.
"Babe you want a drink?" I asked, not moving until she gave an answer. "We
have a drink" she giggled innocently.
"What? No, a proper drink" I tried to put it more clearly as she gave me an
amused look. It took her a few minutes to understand what I was talking
about. "What...? You mean... alcohol?" she seemed shocked at the idea.
What? She's confusing me into oblivion. "No, I mean the liquid magic
mushrooms. Yes I mean alcohol" I chuckled, thinking maybe she was playing
me. And then it hit me.
She's never drank before.
"Drew have you ever had alcohol?" I asked, my expression and tone totally
serious. She refused to look at me. Not even champagne on a friend or
relative's birthday? "Drew, have you ever had any type of drink that could
possibly make you a bit over-the-edge. Red bull?" I suggested. Ok this was
getting crazy. Drew? Never had a drink? I mean, it was believable, she was
so innocent and cute, but sometimes, you get the feeling she's had a couple
of beers.
"I can't" her voice was an almost inaudible whisper, she stared down at my
hand on her bare legs, playing with my fingers as I continued to question
her. "You can't? What do you mean you can't?" I stuttered, truly intrigued
now.
"Justin didn't you know?".
"Know what?".
"I'm sixteen".
She's sixteen. She's sixteen? She's sixteen! She's "Sixteen". No matter how
many times, and different ways I said it, it still sounded like a lie.
"You're sixteen?" I raised my eyebrows, unable to believe what I was
hearing. "Yes" was her simple, calm answer. She was looking at me now, eyes
apologetic and pleading.
I was getting kinda angry. "Jesus Christ Texas how many things are you not
telling me?" I said angrily, trying my hardest not to shout. "We're
supposed to be friends. You don't tell me shit, and it's starting to bug
me" I began to get into a bit of a rant. But really though, she's my best
friend and I know nothing about her. "How the fuck can you be sixteen?
You're in my year at school". Maybe I shouldn't have swore. I couldn't hold
it back though, she was making no sense, and had been lying to me. I could
tell there was a story coming, and I waited impatiently for her to begin.
"When I was four, I was having trouble... connecting... with other people,
and with teachers, and uh, adults in general. I just didn't want to listen.
I learnt nothing in my year, I talked to nobody, I was bored of all the
work we did, so my Mother moved me up a couple years to give me more of a
challenge" the way she spat out the word "Mother" made me flinch. "That
woman ran me into the ground with work. Any type of work. Anything to make
me what she called "Normal". Then one day, my Poppa told her he'd had
enough. Told her I shouldn't be treated that way. He told her to leave, and
take her vile husband with her. And she did" a single tear rolled down her
cheek, and I immediately felt like crap for shouting at her. "Just like
that" she said slowly. "And I never saw either of them again" she looked up
at me now, wiping the tear away and sniffing in.
She pretended she was ok. Like it was worthless and stupid to be talking
about. "Drew, I'm so sorry I shouted at you" I placed my hand low on her
cheek, turning her head towards me. "It's ok. I'm getting used to it" she
nodded, eyes hurt and lost. Ok, that hurt. But I deserved it. "I won't do
it again Drew, I swear" I pulled her body closer to mine, wrapping both my
arms around her little body and holding her tight. "... It's ok" she
nuzzled her lips into my neck.
We kissed a few times, my hands exploring her body, hers gripping me tight,
and when we pulled back, she looked much happier. Achievement :).
"Drew, you wanna drink?".
She sighed "Justin, we've just been through this. I can't, I'm-".
"Under-age, I know, but I didn't ask if you were under-age. I asked if you
wanted a drink" I winked at her once, and her smile grew wide. "Yeah, yeah
I do" she grinned mischievously.
I lifted her body up off of mine, going to put her down when I changed my
mind. I kept her tight to my chest instead. "Justin! Put me down, this is
really sick" she laughed as I adjusted her body to cling to my hips. I
ignored her and walked out of the living area. "Justin I'm not wearing any
underwear!" she giggled uncontrollably, hands gripping my shoulders. I
waggled my eyebrows, knowing it would amuse her "I know baby, that's the
point" I winked once more, and she couldn't stop laughing.
We reached the kitchen and I set her down on the counter top opposite the
fridge. "What do ya want? We got Heineken, Budweiser, Kronenburg, San
Miguel, Cobra and Stella Artois" I babbled, naming all the different beers
that were stocked in Usher's fridge. Typical Usher. "Hein-e-what and Stella
who?" she looked at me, totally confused. Oh, right, yeah, she's sixteen
man, she don't know beer ;). "Alright cobra it is" I chuckled, taking out
two bottles of my personal favourite ;). I slammed the fridge shut with my
foot, turning 360 degrees, searching for a bottle opener. Crap. There's too
many draws and I'm too thirsty to care. I popped the bottles with my teeth,
spitting them out onto the counter beside Drew.
"Attractive" she stated.
"I know right?".
"Cheers" I handed her a bottle. She eyed it up cautiously as I leaned in
front of her, one hand on the counter-top beside her legs. "I feel like I'm
corrupting you. You're so innocent" I chuckled, taking a long, needed swig
of the beer. The cool fluid ran down my throat, chilling me and satisfying
me so much more than the cocoa had. "I would have got round to it some time
or another" she did my signature wink, before tipping her head back, the
bottle at her lips.

What a crazy night in Malibu huh? ;D x