When the Sun Goes Down

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"Come on Nicole, we don't have all day," Mr. Blanchard yelled up the stairs. He, Travis, and Jesse stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Nicole and Mrs. Blanchard to come down. Jesse stood nervously flipping the box in which held his bouqet. He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine in his sharp tux and perfect hair, which he had gotten cut earlier that day. It was gelled up on his head, making it a little spiky.

Travis stood with a huge grin on his face, he found the whole situation funny. Although he knew how Jesse was, he figured he wouldn't treat his sister like anything less than a princess. Jesse couldn't tell by the blank stare on Mr. Blanchard's face how he felt about the situation.

"She's coming right now," Mrs. Blanchard said, stepping down the steps. Everyone looked up to the top of the steps where Nicole appeared in a glamorous pink dress. The dress showed off every part of her perfectly sculpted body. Her chest, her flat stomache, her backside, and even one of her slender legs. Her blonde hair was in a curly side ponytail and her face was flawless.

Jesse stopped flipping the box, the smile on Travis's face dropped into an O shape, and Mr. Blanchard's eyes had enlarged. She looked prettier and prettier with each step closer she got to them. Jesse suddenly felt like he was overheating. He had never seen a girl as pretty as Nicole, and he knew a lot of attractive women.

Nicole couldn't help but smile at the effect she had on the three guys, especially Jesse. She had to admit, he looked pretty damn good too, just as she had expected.

"Alright, let's get pictures before everyone else gets here." Mrs. Blanchad herded everyone outside with her camera in hand. The doorbell rang and Travis ran to get it while everyone else went outback.

Jesse and Nicole made their way to the edge of the deck and waited for Mrs. Blanchard to bark out instructions on what to do for the picture. Both smiled at the camera while Nicole held up the corsage to Jesse's tux. He tried to tell her how beautiful she looked, but his mouth was so damn dry and he couldn't scratch out the words.

Once they had taken a couple pictures, she tried to put it on for real and tried her hardest not to stab him while he tried to not look at her cleavage or think about what she looked like naked.

Travis had opened the door to see Cara, her parents, and the dumb shit he assumed to be her date. He put on a smile and tried not stare at Cara, who looked stunning.

"Travis! How are you?" Mrs. Haley gave him a big hug, "look how muscular you got."

"Thanks," he grinned, I'm great, how bout yourself? Hey Mr. Haley," he added and reached out to shake his hand. He was a real charmer. "Everyone's outside, c'mon back. You guys look good," he added to Cara and her date, who he didn't bother to introduce himself to.

"Cara, you look great!" Mrs. Blanchard yelled when the Haley's followed Travis out the back door.

"Thank you, this is my date Kyle," she added, motioning for her date to follow her. He was a decent looking kid, tall with dark hair and pale skin.

"You look amazing," Jesse finally whispered into Nicole's ear when he stood behind her for a picture. He hoped she didn't notice how sweaty his hands were on her waist. He smiled to himself when she tilted her head to the left from his warm breath on her neck. He had given her the chills, which he heard was 1/8th of an orgasm. He could give her all 8ths of one too if she wanted.

Travis watched in jealousy as the 4 of them smiled for the cameras. He couldn't take his eyes off of Cara. She was very skinny but had muscle in all the right places. Her skin was tan like always and her honey blonde hair was curled perfectly. He almost found himself wishing he was that dud behind her. He didn't know why he was all the sudden noticing how pretty she really was, maybe because she was with another guy, he liked the chase.

"Travis get in a picture with Cara," Mrs. Haley chirped happily. He scratched his head and walked over to her. Kyle stepped out of the way and Travis cooly slipped his arm around her and put on a huge smile. He liked to act confident, even when he was a nervous wreck.

Cara faked a smile while her mom and Mrs. Blanchard snapped a few pictures. Her skin burned where Travis touched her and she didn't know why. When they were finally done, she realized she had been holding her breath. She exhaled as Travis walked away, but she swore she could still feel his fingers on her arm.

****

"And the prom Queen is...Nicole Blanchard," Charlie Toplin, the school president, announced into the microphone. Everyone cheered loudly as Nicole made her way up to the DJ. Everyone had assumed she would win, and she did. Once her crown was on her head, she scanned the crowd to where Jesse was and gave him a big smile. Their evening had been perfect so far. Everyone gushed over how good she looked and who her date was, and she was beginning to feel very comfortable with him. When she first saw him, she was scared of what to say to him, but the more she talked to him, the more he seemed like a real person. And now she was telling him all about herself and he was doing the same.

He smiled back until the prom king was announced. Clark Hutchinson.

Both Nicole and Jesse frowned as Clark made his way up to the DJ with a cocky grin on his face. He happily grabbed Nicole's hand and led her to the dance floor once he had been given his king crown and took a few bows.

"You look great tonight, Nicole." He whispered in her ear once the song had started. There were no chills, nothing. She felt nothing but disgust.

"Thanks."

"You should have let me taken you, instead of that Jesse chump. Figures though, you have to convince your brother's famous friend to go with you cause you couldn't get anyone else. I'd ask if you paid him to take you, but I think he's already pretty well off."

Be the bigger person, she told herself. "Yup, you caught me Clark. I'm so pathetic I had to pay my brother's famous friend to take me to my prom."

That shut him up, well, at least to the end of the song. Before she turned to walk away, he casually added, "have fun staying a virgin tonight."

She smiled and said, "I'd rather be a virgin than have that tiny little thing you call a penis in me. Obviously Heather can't handle real men." Then, she nonchalantly slammed her 2 inch heel into his toe and briskly walked away.

"You ready to go?" She asked Jesse when she returned to the table.

"Sure," he said, a little surprised.

****

"Shot time" Nicole yelled. They had all left the dance and took the limo to Kyle's house to sleepover. Every grade had a person whose house was the party house, in this case, it was Kyle's. Jesse smiled at Nicole. Throughout the entire night, he couldn't help but watch her. And now she looked ridiculously cute in his oversized t-shirt (she had forgotten clothes to change into and had to borrow his shirt.) He would have liked to rip it off her, but he'd settle for just looking, especially since it was his friend and roomates sister.

She smiled back at him. She was thrilled with how the night turned out, even with what Clark said. Everyone was jealous of her because of her date, and now she was staring at her topless gorgeous date. He only wore a pair of basketball shorts and she was no longer too embarassed to stare at his perfect body, especially the V that led to the band of his briefs.

"I widch Twavis was heeere," Cara leaned against Nicole and stuttered. Nicole wasn't surprised, she knew there had been something weird between the two of them since they stopped being friends.

"I know you do," she smiled and downed a shot. Searching the room for Jesse, she found him sitting on a recliner in the corner, watching two of the other kids play NCAA Basketball. Both were highly impressed that one of the players on the game was sitting less than 10 feet away from them.

"Hi," she said and dropped down onto his lap.

"Woah," he caught her in his arms and situated her so she sat comfortably across his lap, her legs draped over the arm of the chair and her left arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Thanks so much for going with me," she whispered in his ear.

"Thanks for letting me," he smiled and turned so their faces were less than an inch apart. Any other girl, any other time, he would have been kissing her already, but for some reason he couldn't. She was drunk, she was his friend's sister, he was living in the same house as her, and damnit he was scared to. He had never been too scared to make a move before. He was losing his game.

"How can I ever repay you?" She said flirtaciously. He was taken aback, there were more ways than one.

"Maybe you could get me a drink?" He said dryly, god he was being such a pussy. But he needed her to leave for a little so he could regain his composure. He never remembered getting hard so easily.

She frowned, but climbed off his lap and went back over to Cara and the other girls.

"Why dint yooou keeess him?" Cara asked while she poured vodka into a cup of orange juice.

"He wouldn't make a move, I don't think he likes me," she said sadly.

"Are you keeeding? He was twatching you allllllll night." Nicole thought he was too, but clearly he just had a staring problem, it wasn't because he felt something for her.

He watched her walk back to him, and noticed how sad she looked. "Fuck it," he told himself, he was going for it. He'd worry about everything else later, he couldn't spend the night just looking at her, he'd go crazy.

"Here you go," she practically threw the drink at him. He grabbed her hand before she walked away and stood up, pulling her into him.

"Thank you," he looked into her eyes and spoke in a sincere voice. He slowly titled his head and leaned his head in so their lips were only centimeters apart.

"Clark's here!" One of the guys yelled happily. Nicole's head spinned around to find Clark and Heather hand-in-hand at the bottom of the steps.

"Take me home," she said, not even turning to look at Jesse.

"I don't have car he-"

"Take me home," she repeated.

"Okay, we'll walk," he said. Life could be a real bitch sometimes.


****

It took over 45 minutes for them to get home. Jesse carried a very upset Nicole on his back the entire time. He listened to her drunken voice whine about how rude it was of him to come there, and how she couldn't sit and watch him and Heather make out in front of everyone. By the time they were walking up the Blanchard's driveway, she was passed out and drooling on his shoulder.

"Clark showed up," he whispered when Mrs. Blanchard answered the door with a surprised face.

"We'll talk about it in the morning," she whispered back and closed the door behind him. He nodded and carried her up the stairs. He realized how funny they probably looked. He was in his shorts, button up dress shirt, and nice shoes with her on his back and a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. She was in his t-shirt and dress pants with his suit coat wrapped around her shoulders.

He laid her on the bed and turned to talk to Mrs. Blanchard, but she was gone. She had been walking behind him, but he figured she just went all the way to up to her room. He lifted her up to take off the suit jacket and then lifted the covers over her.

God, even when she was a sloppy mess she looked beautiful. He could stay there and just watch her sleep the whole night, but then he figured he'd be a weirdo. He was almost mad at himself. Never would he have left a party for some girl or carried her a few miles to her house, why was he doing things like that? Maybe because he was staying in her family's home because it was the right thing to do, or maybe because he just liked being with her, no matter what the circumstances.

"Jesse," she quietly moaned. His face reddened, had she seen him standing there staring at her?

He leaned down, putting his hands on the bed to hold himself up. "What?" He whispered.

"I'm sorry, will you lay with me for a little?" She sniffled and he realized she was borderline crying.

He didn't know what to do or what someone would think if they walked by, but he couldn't say no. "For a minute, yeah." She scooted over in her bed and he laid down next to her. He tickled her head as she started to cry.

"I don't get it. Heather is so fat and ugly, guys only like her for her boobs," she began.

"Some guys are like that," he tried to reassure her. God he wasn't good at this.

"I don't get it, it's so dumb. Clark isn't even that cute anyway and his dick is small." Jesse laughed. "High school boys are so immature I just don't understand it." She continued. He laid with her for over an hour until she finally fell asleep. By the time he made it into his own bed he was dead tired, but his mind was invaded by Nicole and sleep didn't come easy.