Home, Sweet Home

James could not believe what he was seeing. Little Chyler Davis, also known as, to those a little more harsh, as, ‘Tubby’. He gaped. He had always defended her against those jerks, way back when, but he couldn’t help but agree with them at the time, even if it was in secret. Now…

As the phone rang, he stared off after her, watching the natural sway to her hips, the way she sashayed towards the kitchen. Sure, he didn’t know Michael was looking at the same thing, in the same way, but that didn’t matter. He followed, drawn to her, allowing Michael’s voice to fade into the background as he talked on the phone.

They, being Michael, him, and family members, had always joked that the two would end up married someday. Now, he couldn’t help but consider it…

The girl was super smart. God damn fucking smart. He loved intelligent women. Someone to have actual conversation with away from the far from thrilling lives of celebrities and other such public figures. Sorry, he didn’t care about Paris Hilton’s orgy with the Gorillaz. Big deal. Chyler was so different now… So fucking beautiful. That mind, that body, that personality. It all made one kick ass combination: his perfect woman.

He had honestly missed her when she had gone away on the foreign exchange program. He was an only child. She had always been like his little sister, an extra bit of family. He was protective of her; highly so, just as Michael was. Still, as he came up behind her, he couldn’t help but forget his own protectiveness and think of other things.

She was standing in front of the counter, sighing heavily, when he snuck up behind her. From the looks of it, she was very distraught over something. James smiled and bent down, inhaling the sweet, fruity smell of her hair and body wash, mixed in with those ever present pheromones…though, he did not smell these directly, of course.

“Michael can be so over protective,” He whispered into her ear, grinning broadly. She seemed startled by his sudden present and jumped a bit before she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling gently. He thought he would melt at the sight of those bright, icy blue eyes. They weren’t like most. Where most eyes were clear, deep, as though they went on forever, hers were utterly hypnotizing. They were like opals of various shades of blue, ranging from light to dark, tossing in flakes of gold and green in random places. When angry, they were frightening. When happy, enchanting. When lustful…he could only dream. The way they jumped out at him caught him for a moment, and he simply stared until she spoke.

That voice. It was so utterly perfect. She wasn’t like most people, either. She thoroughly pronounced each syllable, spoke clearly, lightly. He noticed a bit of an accent in her voice now. It was not a Southern one, because she had never really picked up on it like most girls where they lived, but some distant Italian tone from where she had been away. Beautiful. Utterly. Fucking. Beautiful.

“I know…” That was all she said. It was all she had to say to ensnare him. She had turned around to face him. His arms, as though they had a mind of their own, wrapped around her body and pulled her to him, into his strong chest. She was so soft. He dropped his head onto her shoulder and simply held her there tightly for a moment. She allowed it. She never pulled away once.

“I missed you, you know,” He continued to whisper. Little did he know, Michael was watching the two like a hawk. There was a fire burning in his eyes and he was gripping the portable phone so tightly, it was bound to break in his vice-like grip at any moment…but James never noticed.

“I know…” Again. That simple statement. He felt her shudder in his arms, felt her nuzzle her head against his chest, and it was at that moment he knew she hadn’t lost her feelings for him…it was also at that moment he realized that he had discovered his own. “I missed you, too.”

The words made his heart flutter in his chest and he hugged her more tightly before letting her go. She seemed to take an awkward stance for a moment, smiling up at him coyly, though she would divert her eyes often. It wasn’t like her, he thought. She was the type of girl who would look into a person’s eyes bravely, without fear. He had never had a conversation with her without her looking at him intently the entire time.

Michael made his presence known once more with a cough. The two looked over at him; or, well, he did, anyway. Chyler kept her head bowed and messed with her hair. He perked a brow at her before looking between the two. He sensed a lot of tension.

“Our grandmother is stopping by pretty soon. You should probably go, James. She doesn’t trust us enough to have company over without Mom and Dad home, and I don’t need her overstating the truth and getting things all fucked up.”

“Aw, come on, man. I just got here,” James retorted, frowning at him. “She won’t mind if I stay here a little longer. Will she, Chyler?” He looked at her hopefully, beaming, an arm wrapping around her shoulders.

He was a little perplexed when she didn’t answer immediately. She just shuffled her feat a little bit and looked up at him, before her eyes crossed to her brother. James swore he saw some intense fear in those eyes he adored so much. He looked between the two again. Michael seemed angry. Chyler looked terrified. His brows knitted.

“She…she won’t mind,” Chyler agreed at last, tearing her gaze away from her older sibling and looking at the floor.

James gave her a firm squeeze and looked back at Michael with a cheesy grin. He didn’t see the fire roaring in his friend with Chyler so close to him.

“Fine. I’m going outside to get some air.” That was that. Before either could say anything, Michael had stomped off outside, slamming the sliding glass door behind him. James looked down at Chyler as she sighed heavily and slipped from his grasp. He watched as she backed up to the counter, laying her palms flat against the marble surface before she lifted herself up on it in one swift movement. She smiled at him, happily, genuinely, for the first time.

His heart gave another flutter.

“So,” He began, moving to stand to the side of her, leaning against the counter. His abdomen came into contact with one of her dangling legs. “How’s it feel? I bet you’re hella’ fuckin’ popular now, huh?” He adored the blush to her cheeks.

“I guess…not really,” She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oh, come on! You’re GORGEOUS!” He nodded firmly, giving her his signature grin. “Boyfriend yet?”

She smiled shyly and shook her head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know… Boys my age are jerks. You know that. They only have one thing on their mind, and I’m not into that. I want someone who’s going to treat me like I deserve to be treated… Not like some piece of meat.”

‘I’ll treat you like the queen you deserve to be,’ He thought to himself, continuing to smile. He couldn’t help but want to demand she give him that chance, but he refrained. This was his best friend’s little sister.

His best friend’s, perfect, lovely, enchanting, little sister…

He moved, pushing her legs apart and standing between them. His hands moved to rest on her hips and he tugged at the sweatshirt she wore.

“Why are you wearing this thing? I’m about to burn up just wearing THIS.” He tugged at his polo shirt and motioned down to his fashionably low jeans. Not hanging off his ass in a trashy way, but comfortably fitted.

“Mi--… It got kind of cold, so I put this on.”

He grinned a bit and tugged on it again. “Still cold?”

“No. It’s actually pretty hot in here now.”

“So, take it off.” He wasted no time in tugging it up a little on her stomach. She just smiled coyly again and lifted her arms over her head, allowing him to pull it off, revealing those perfect breasts, tucked in neatly to that bikini she wore…

“And these?” He asked, pulling on the bottoms. Before she could say anything, he yanked them down, in the process pulling her to him. They came to rest at her knees and he let her kick them off before he stepped up close to her, his fingers touching her now bare skin. She looked like a goddess in that bikini…

“Was it worth it?” He asked softly, brushing his fingers up and down her sides. He watched gooseflesh rise over her arms and knew he was having some kind of effect on her. It made him smile.

“Was what worth it?”

“Losing the weight. Everyone always said you’d be the most beautiful thing on Earth if you lost it… Was it worth it?”

“It depends…” The reply came, but it was delayed. He looked at her inquisitively.

“On what?”

He met her gaze, her head tilted. He knew the answer by looking in her eyes. His face softened and he pulled her into him, leaning his head down and laying it on her shoulder once more, pressing little kissed to the skin there, and her neck.

“It was definitely worth it…” He trailed off, picking his head up.

The kitchen window created a perfect scene. The light that filtered in and shown onto them looked as though it had been pulled from some famous artist’s painting. Outside was another story… The shed’s rusted door swung open with an aged groan, Michael stalking into it like the calm before the storm.

Neither one of them were thinking of Michael, though.

James looked upon her, one hand lifting to cup her cheek. It was warm as she leaned her head into his grasp, her eyes falling to a content, half-lidded state. He fingered her hair with the tips of his fingers, his other hand remaining on her hip.

She made the move before he had the chance.

She had leaned forward, petal soft lips pressing into his gently. He was a little taken aback at first, but he couldn’t pull away. It was the sweetest kiss he had ever been given… He kissed back. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she greeted it with eagerness. His hand fell from her cheek and fell to her other hip, pulling her into him firmly, needily, those hands then slipping beneath her to cup that supple rear while the two kissed. He felt her arms slide around his neck, and the firmness of the kiss rose with the passion. He ravaged her mouth hungrily, and she accepted every bit of it as though she had been starved.

They broke the kiss at the same time, and he laid his forehead against hers, breathing wit ha short pant before he regained composure.

“Chyler…we can’t—”

“What the FUCK is going on here!?” He saw the look in her eyes. His matched it.

Utter and complete horror.

He jumped back from her, nearly tripping on her sweatpants and turned to face Michael. He stammered.

“I… I was… I was just leaving,” He said, looking to her with desperate hope that she would follow his story.

She did.

“He was,” She said, sliding from the counter and looking to her older sibling. He was so confused. She usually wasn’t that timid towards Michael. It was so unusual. Yet, she looked like she was starting to cower. She looked at him. She had a different kind of desperate look to her.

She looked like she was going to break down and cry if he left her.

“Bye, James,” She said meekly, quietly, before she ran past him and up the stairs to, no doubt, her room. He heard her door close.

James looked at Michael, who looked like he was fuming. There was a hammer hooked into his belt, an odd, misshapen bulge in his pocket. James blinked before stepping towards him, giving him a hesitant pat on the shoulder. Had to act normal. Had to.

“I’ll call you later, man… Tell your grandmother I said hey.”

He got out of the house as quickly as he could. Yet, as he slid into his car, looking up at Chyler’s window, he couldn’t help but feel as though he should have stayed. He felt very uncertain of something…something…

He dismissed the feeling, deciding it would be best to ignore it. It was probably derived from the raging hard on he had in his jeans now…

He started the engine with a sigh and backed out, driving off…but not before deciding that, somehow, some way, he would have her. He would find a way around Michael…

She would continue to haunt his mind for the rest of the night. He wondered…

What the hell was going on between Chyler and Michael?

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So, third chapter. Obviously, I am mixing this up a lot. It isn’t going to be utterly torturous. No worries, for those that are. There will be romance, too. I promise.

But it isn’t all sweet and mushy either.

Read and review.

- UK