Something Inside
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G through L › High School Musical
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,511
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4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Author’s Note: Short chapter. Sorry about that. Sorry for the delay as well. Hopefully after this the chapters will come sooner. Any feedback at all would be appreciated.
“Chad, please, I am begging you to tell me what we’re doing here.” Taylor McKessie frowned heavily at her best friend as she motioned to the bar tender to refill her drink. When Chad had decided that they would be coming out this evening he had told her that they would be going to a club they had never been to, but had neglected to tell her that they wouldn’t even be dancing. In the hour and half since they been there the music had been great, there had been plenty of men that had approached them both to dance, and the drinks had been strong and good. Yet, Chad had stayed at the bar, turning down anyone who asked him to dance, sipping only one light beer that had to have gone flat and warm by now, and letting his eyes scan the room continuously. Of course, he hadn’t told her that she couldn’t dance with the men who asked her and have a good time, but what kind of best friend would she be if she left him alone when something was obviously on his mind?
“Please?” she practically crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and glaring at the blonde who had begun to approach Chad. He was acting strange enough. She didn’t want to have to deal with scaring away a drunk bimbo, too. Because that was what the female best friend of a gay man did. And he chased away men who creeped her out. At least he did when he was acting normal, anyway. She smiled when the bimbo turned around and the bartender handed her her new fresh drink. She handed him her money and smiled winningly, to which he responded by allowing his finger to brush the back of her hand as he pulled away. She logged it away in her mind for after she figured out what was wrong with Chad. There could be potential there.
“I’m sorry, Tay,” Chad turned to her with a sigh, “I know I’m a drag tonight. I was just so sure… I had a glimpse…”
The word made Taylor sit up straight and look at him seriously. Chad had been having what her grandmother called “glimpses” for as long as she’d known him. The first time she’d brought Chad over to meet Grandma Irene when they were seven her grandmother had known, had said that her mother was the same way. She didn’t know what it was about some people, but they just knew things, saw things that normal people couldn’t. Grandma Irene had told her to always make sure that she listened when Chad said that he had glimpsed something. She was glad she had paid attention. When they were nine, Chad had suddenly screamed that they had to get out of the weather drain they were playing in. Only a minute later a flash flood had come through it. Just last year, Chad had told her not to go home with a guy who had been flirting with her at a club. The next day he had been arrested for the rape of a young woman he had met at that same club. Of course, not all of Chad’s glimpses had given them happy endings. He had known without having to be told that his mother had been killed in a car accident when he was twelve and had been at Taylor’s in the middle of the night hours before Grandma Irene had passed.
Chad had come to live with her family after his mother had passed, and there had never been a time when they were apart. He had been there when her first boyfriend broke her heart into a million pieces. She had been the one to hold him when he had kissed his first boy and had been so scared about what it meant when he had liked it. He was like her brother and she loved him more than anyone, so she knew him better than anyone. He had been off for days, and now he was on edge, waiting for whatever he was waiting for.
“What was it?” she asked quietly, laying her hand on the inside of his elbow. She didn’t know why, but it had always comforted him when she did so. She called him weird, but was secretly glad that there was something she could do that would always give him comfort.
“Something’s going to happen here tonight. A guy…”
“Ooh…” Taylor sat back, “For you or for me?”
“For me,” he turned to her and grinned when she sighed, then his face went serious on her again, “Seriously, Taylor, this guy… there’s something about him that’s gonna change my…there he is!”
Taylor smiled when he took her hand and squeezed in his excitement. She turned to where he was looking and had to whistle out through her teeth in appreciation. The four people who had just entered the club were beautiful, it couldn’t be denied. They didn’t try to make an entrance, they just seemed to do it naturally. It wasn’t hard. Three of them were pale, skin white as milk and just as smooth. The fourth had slightly duskier skin that still seemed more pale than it should have been. The two women were striking to begin with, features perfectly organized on flawless skin, hair that went past their backsides, black and blonde. Taylor didn’t even think they were wearing make-up. They were on either side of a stunning brunet, cuddled up to him. He kissed them both often, touched them constantly while they were plastered to his sides, arms wrapped around him even as they linked hands themselves and gave each other looks that would have steamed if they could. Taylor wasn’t an expert on reading people, by any means, but even she could see that their body language led to one conclusion. The three of them were lovers…together.
She felt her face get hot and turned her gaze to the blond man walking behind them. While the other three looked comfortable, calm, and cool, he looked a little like he didn’t really want to be there. He was just as beautiful as the others, looked a lot like the blonde woman who was with the man and the other woman. Taylor guessed that they were probably related. Brother and sister most likely.
“Okay,” she whispered to Chad, “Which one? The blond with the sky eyes or the brunet in the threesome?”
“The blond!” Chad smacked her arm. She grinned.
“So, go make a move.”
But, before he could, the blond was in front of them and she was wondering how he had moved so fast.
“Hi,” he said, and his voice was smooth as silk, “I’m Ryan.”
“Chad.”
Taylor looked back and forth between the two, wondering if she was seeing a very significant moment, not only in Chad’s life, but it time. They were so comfortable with each other after having just met. She watched, eyes wide, as the pale man to Chad’s hand in his own in a handshake that became a caress as it held.
“Would you like to dance, Chad?”
“Love to.”
“Chad, please, I am begging you to tell me what we’re doing here.” Taylor McKessie frowned heavily at her best friend as she motioned to the bar tender to refill her drink. When Chad had decided that they would be coming out this evening he had told her that they would be going to a club they had never been to, but had neglected to tell her that they wouldn’t even be dancing. In the hour and half since they been there the music had been great, there had been plenty of men that had approached them both to dance, and the drinks had been strong and good. Yet, Chad had stayed at the bar, turning down anyone who asked him to dance, sipping only one light beer that had to have gone flat and warm by now, and letting his eyes scan the room continuously. Of course, he hadn’t told her that she couldn’t dance with the men who asked her and have a good time, but what kind of best friend would she be if she left him alone when something was obviously on his mind?
“Please?” she practically crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and glaring at the blonde who had begun to approach Chad. He was acting strange enough. She didn’t want to have to deal with scaring away a drunk bimbo, too. Because that was what the female best friend of a gay man did. And he chased away men who creeped her out. At least he did when he was acting normal, anyway. She smiled when the bimbo turned around and the bartender handed her her new fresh drink. She handed him her money and smiled winningly, to which he responded by allowing his finger to brush the back of her hand as he pulled away. She logged it away in her mind for after she figured out what was wrong with Chad. There could be potential there.
“I’m sorry, Tay,” Chad turned to her with a sigh, “I know I’m a drag tonight. I was just so sure… I had a glimpse…”
The word made Taylor sit up straight and look at him seriously. Chad had been having what her grandmother called “glimpses” for as long as she’d known him. The first time she’d brought Chad over to meet Grandma Irene when they were seven her grandmother had known, had said that her mother was the same way. She didn’t know what it was about some people, but they just knew things, saw things that normal people couldn’t. Grandma Irene had told her to always make sure that she listened when Chad said that he had glimpsed something. She was glad she had paid attention. When they were nine, Chad had suddenly screamed that they had to get out of the weather drain they were playing in. Only a minute later a flash flood had come through it. Just last year, Chad had told her not to go home with a guy who had been flirting with her at a club. The next day he had been arrested for the rape of a young woman he had met at that same club. Of course, not all of Chad’s glimpses had given them happy endings. He had known without having to be told that his mother had been killed in a car accident when he was twelve and had been at Taylor’s in the middle of the night hours before Grandma Irene had passed.
Chad had come to live with her family after his mother had passed, and there had never been a time when they were apart. He had been there when her first boyfriend broke her heart into a million pieces. She had been the one to hold him when he had kissed his first boy and had been so scared about what it meant when he had liked it. He was like her brother and she loved him more than anyone, so she knew him better than anyone. He had been off for days, and now he was on edge, waiting for whatever he was waiting for.
“What was it?” she asked quietly, laying her hand on the inside of his elbow. She didn’t know why, but it had always comforted him when she did so. She called him weird, but was secretly glad that there was something she could do that would always give him comfort.
“Something’s going to happen here tonight. A guy…”
“Ooh…” Taylor sat back, “For you or for me?”
“For me,” he turned to her and grinned when she sighed, then his face went serious on her again, “Seriously, Taylor, this guy… there’s something about him that’s gonna change my…there he is!”
Taylor smiled when he took her hand and squeezed in his excitement. She turned to where he was looking and had to whistle out through her teeth in appreciation. The four people who had just entered the club were beautiful, it couldn’t be denied. They didn’t try to make an entrance, they just seemed to do it naturally. It wasn’t hard. Three of them were pale, skin white as milk and just as smooth. The fourth had slightly duskier skin that still seemed more pale than it should have been. The two women were striking to begin with, features perfectly organized on flawless skin, hair that went past their backsides, black and blonde. Taylor didn’t even think they were wearing make-up. They were on either side of a stunning brunet, cuddled up to him. He kissed them both often, touched them constantly while they were plastered to his sides, arms wrapped around him even as they linked hands themselves and gave each other looks that would have steamed if they could. Taylor wasn’t an expert on reading people, by any means, but even she could see that their body language led to one conclusion. The three of them were lovers…together.
She felt her face get hot and turned her gaze to the blond man walking behind them. While the other three looked comfortable, calm, and cool, he looked a little like he didn’t really want to be there. He was just as beautiful as the others, looked a lot like the blonde woman who was with the man and the other woman. Taylor guessed that they were probably related. Brother and sister most likely.
“Okay,” she whispered to Chad, “Which one? The blond with the sky eyes or the brunet in the threesome?”
“The blond!” Chad smacked her arm. She grinned.
“So, go make a move.”
But, before he could, the blond was in front of them and she was wondering how he had moved so fast.
“Hi,” he said, and his voice was smooth as silk, “I’m Ryan.”
“Chad.”
Taylor looked back and forth between the two, wondering if she was seeing a very significant moment, not only in Chad’s life, but it time. They were so comfortable with each other after having just met. She watched, eyes wide, as the pale man to Chad’s hand in his own in a handshake that became a caress as it held.
“Would you like to dance, Chad?”
“Love to.”