You Can Keep My Heart-Chapter Four
A/N: Here ya go, Claire! Haha. Your closet scence with Neal. Be happpy. Be very happy.
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Chapter Four
“Closets”
Having David’s arms around me was the greatest feeling in the world. David’s hug was the best part about my day.
“You came,” I said simply, a huge smile on my face.
He smelled amazing; like soap and I caught the faint scent of Axe lingering on his navy blue, v-neck t-shirt.
He laughed, and my heart went wild. “I didn’t want to upset you,” he said. “But I thought that it’d be nice to surprise you.”
I frowned then hit his arm as hard as I could. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
He merely laughed once more. “Aw, Cass,” he said. “You should’ve suspected this.”
He was right. I really should have. It was so like him to do something this off the wall, but he had no idea how much it had hurt me to think that he wasn’t coming.
“Fine,” I muttered. “You have a point.”
“Great,” he said. “Now my best friend doesn’t have to beat my ass.”
My heart nearly stopped at that. He had never referred to me as his best friend before. My night just kept getting better and better.
“So,” he whispered, his arms still around me. “Who’d you write that song for?”
Fuck. My. Life.
“Hey! Look who it is!” Neal exclaimed coming over, sporting a beer bottle in his hand.
Saved by the Neal.
“Did Dave give you your birthday whacks yet, Cass?” Neal questioned me with a wink.
I blushed. I wouldn’t object to that. Not in the slightest. Geez. It was hot as hell.
“I’m guessing that silence is a ‘no’,” Neal said. “Better get on it, Dave. Someone else might do it for ya.”
***
CLAIRE’s POV
As I watched Neal walk off the stage, I couldn’t help but give him a good once over.
Sex on legs.
‘No,’ I thought to myself. ‘Focus, Claire, focus.’
I walked over to him, but he didn’t see me. Damn you, Neal Tiemann and your apparent ninja like crowd dodging skills.
I finally caught up with him, and instead of just talking to him like a normal person would, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and drug him into the nearest closet, closing the door securely behind me.
“What the fuck?!” Neal exclaimed, clambering around in the dark.
I heard his beer spill onto the floor with a splash and it felt like sticky water as it soaked my feet.
Brilliant. There goes my new shoes.
“Who’s there?!” Neal exclaimed, clearly trying to find his way around. Every ten seconds something else fell down or hit me on the head.
Neal fucking Tiemann was more trouble than I thought.
I sighed, reached up and turned on the light, and Neal instantly fell still.
“Who are you?” he questioned.
“Claire,” I said simply.
“Claire, who? Or do you just have one name like Cher?”
I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what my last name is. Not right now anyway. I need your help.”
“With what? Are you scheming? If so, I don’t care what it is, I want in,” Neal said, a grin forming on those gorgeous lips of his.
Fuck me now, Tiemann.
“Perfect,” I said, smiling. If Neal helped, my plan was sure to work.
“So, how old are you?” Neal asked, tossing his beer bottle to the floor where it shattered.
“Eighteen,” I said, a little confused as to why he was asking.
“Fucking brilliant,” he said, and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine.
His mouth tasted of beer and stale cigarettes but for some reason beyond my control, I found this insanely inviting and my hands instantly tangled themselves in his hair.
Every one of my fantasies was coming true. Okay, so, no, I never imagined that I’d be making out with Neal Tiemann in a janitor’s closet.
But, it was close enough.
The kiss was deepened as Neal’s skillful, guitar player’s hands took the opportunity to explore my body, and I was lost, completely forgetting about why we were in the closet in the first place.
***
CASSIDY’S POV
“Seriously, Dave,” I said. “Where does Neal get this stuff? Birthday whacks, really?”
David laughed. “Cass, you should know by now,” David said. “Neal’s just, like that. It’s not something that can be explained, and I know that I don’t want to know what he doesn’t say. Trust me, it’s probably a million times worse than what he does say.”
“Even when he’s drunk?” I asked.
“Even when he’s drunk,” David replied with a smirk. “Speaking of the drunk, where is he?”
“I have no idea,” she said. “That makes me wonder where his female twin has gone.”
“Claire?” David questioned.
“That’d be the one,” I said. “Wanna look for them together? Maybe they’ve met and they’re having some kind of twisted conversation.”
“Or, maybe, Neal got her to drink, not they’re both drunk and they’ve had sex in the janitor’s closet,” David said, he was teasing, but knowing Neal, that could’ve been the case.
“You had better be kidding,” I said.
“I hope that I am,” David said. “Claire’s underage, isn’t she?”
“No,” I said. “Claire turned eighteen three months ago. So, Neal would be safe in that field. I just really hope that Claire would have better sense than to get drunk.”
“How do you know she got drunk? Maybe they just went into the broom closet for a good time, huh?”
He nudged me with his elbow, and winked a couple of times. He was just being the dorky David that I loved so much. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, David,” I said. “You’re such a freaking dork.”
He smiled at me. My heart stopped beating for a second. “Aw, thanks for noticing, Cass. I’m so happy that you know that I’m a dork. It took you long enough to figure it out!”
“Oh, just shut up,” I said. “I believe that both of us have friends to find.”
And we sat out on our search.
***
When David and I finally found Neal and Claire, it was in the same situation in which David had described.
After we had looked everywhere, David jokingly suggested that we check the closet. I, feeling as if we had nowhere else to look, agreed, thinking that it would be worthless.
But, it wasn’t.
The door to the closet swung open to reveal Neal and Claire locked in a mad, passionate embrace. Claire was stripped down to nothing but her bra and underwear and Neal was standing clad in his briefs.
Okay. Great. My best girl friend almost lost her virginity in a janitor’s closet to my best friend’s guitar player. Brilliant.
“Claire?” I questioned a little louder than I should have.
The couple jumped and broke away quickly, and finally, I could tell whose hands were whose.
David looked away quickly, muttering something about that being more of Neal then he ever needed to see and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Neal and Claire quickly dressed, and David took Neal to get another beer and I stared at Claire.
“What?” she asked. “Listen, I know that you probably think I’m just being a little slut or something, but all I know is, my dreams of kissing Neal Tiemann, and doing a couple other things with Neal Tiemann came and/or coming true, and your dreams of being with David might too. Go make it happen, Cass.”
I nodded and walked over to David, grabbed him by the hand and whispered, “Come with me, we need to talk.”
He looked confused, but he followed me and I led him into the privacy of my room.
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A/N: Chapter Four!!!!! Haha!!!! :DDDDDD
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Chapter Four
“Closets”
Having David’s arms around me was the greatest feeling in the world. David’s hug was the best part about my day.
“You came,” I said simply, a huge smile on my face.
He smelled amazing; like soap and I caught the faint scent of Axe lingering on his navy blue, v-neck t-shirt.
He laughed, and my heart went wild. “I didn’t want to upset you,” he said. “But I thought that it’d be nice to surprise you.”
I frowned then hit his arm as hard as I could. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
He merely laughed once more. “Aw, Cass,” he said. “You should’ve suspected this.”
He was right. I really should have. It was so like him to do something this off the wall, but he had no idea how much it had hurt me to think that he wasn’t coming.
“Fine,” I muttered. “You have a point.”
“Great,” he said. “Now my best friend doesn’t have to beat my ass.”
My heart nearly stopped at that. He had never referred to me as his best friend before. My night just kept getting better and better.
“So,” he whispered, his arms still around me. “Who’d you write that song for?”
Fuck. My. Life.
“Hey! Look who it is!” Neal exclaimed coming over, sporting a beer bottle in his hand.
Saved by the Neal.
“Did Dave give you your birthday whacks yet, Cass?” Neal questioned me with a wink.
I blushed. I wouldn’t object to that. Not in the slightest. Geez. It was hot as hell.
“I’m guessing that silence is a ‘no’,” Neal said. “Better get on it, Dave. Someone else might do it for ya.”
***
CLAIRE’s POV
As I watched Neal walk off the stage, I couldn’t help but give him a good once over.
Sex on legs.
‘No,’ I thought to myself. ‘Focus, Claire, focus.’
I walked over to him, but he didn’t see me. Damn you, Neal Tiemann and your apparent ninja like crowd dodging skills.
I finally caught up with him, and instead of just talking to him like a normal person would, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and drug him into the nearest closet, closing the door securely behind me.
“What the fuck?!” Neal exclaimed, clambering around in the dark.
I heard his beer spill onto the floor with a splash and it felt like sticky water as it soaked my feet.
Brilliant. There goes my new shoes.
“Who’s there?!” Neal exclaimed, clearly trying to find his way around. Every ten seconds something else fell down or hit me on the head.
Neal fucking Tiemann was more trouble than I thought.
I sighed, reached up and turned on the light, and Neal instantly fell still.
“Who are you?” he questioned.
“Claire,” I said simply.
“Claire, who? Or do you just have one name like Cher?”
I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter what my last name is. Not right now anyway. I need your help.”
“With what? Are you scheming? If so, I don’t care what it is, I want in,” Neal said, a grin forming on those gorgeous lips of his.
Fuck me now, Tiemann.
“Perfect,” I said, smiling. If Neal helped, my plan was sure to work.
“So, how old are you?” Neal asked, tossing his beer bottle to the floor where it shattered.
“Eighteen,” I said, a little confused as to why he was asking.
“Fucking brilliant,” he said, and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine.
His mouth tasted of beer and stale cigarettes but for some reason beyond my control, I found this insanely inviting and my hands instantly tangled themselves in his hair.
Every one of my fantasies was coming true. Okay, so, no, I never imagined that I’d be making out with Neal Tiemann in a janitor’s closet.
But, it was close enough.
The kiss was deepened as Neal’s skillful, guitar player’s hands took the opportunity to explore my body, and I was lost, completely forgetting about why we were in the closet in the first place.
***
CASSIDY’S POV
“Seriously, Dave,” I said. “Where does Neal get this stuff? Birthday whacks, really?”
David laughed. “Cass, you should know by now,” David said. “Neal’s just, like that. It’s not something that can be explained, and I know that I don’t want to know what he doesn’t say. Trust me, it’s probably a million times worse than what he does say.”
“Even when he’s drunk?” I asked.
“Even when he’s drunk,” David replied with a smirk. “Speaking of the drunk, where is he?”
“I have no idea,” she said. “That makes me wonder where his female twin has gone.”
“Claire?” David questioned.
“That’d be the one,” I said. “Wanna look for them together? Maybe they’ve met and they’re having some kind of twisted conversation.”
“Or, maybe, Neal got her to drink, not they’re both drunk and they’ve had sex in the janitor’s closet,” David said, he was teasing, but knowing Neal, that could’ve been the case.
“You had better be kidding,” I said.
“I hope that I am,” David said. “Claire’s underage, isn’t she?”
“No,” I said. “Claire turned eighteen three months ago. So, Neal would be safe in that field. I just really hope that Claire would have better sense than to get drunk.”
“How do you know she got drunk? Maybe they just went into the broom closet for a good time, huh?”
He nudged me with his elbow, and winked a couple of times. He was just being the dorky David that I loved so much. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, David,” I said. “You’re such a freaking dork.”
He smiled at me. My heart stopped beating for a second. “Aw, thanks for noticing, Cass. I’m so happy that you know that I’m a dork. It took you long enough to figure it out!”
“Oh, just shut up,” I said. “I believe that both of us have friends to find.”
And we sat out on our search.
***
When David and I finally found Neal and Claire, it was in the same situation in which David had described.
After we had looked everywhere, David jokingly suggested that we check the closet. I, feeling as if we had nowhere else to look, agreed, thinking that it would be worthless.
But, it wasn’t.
The door to the closet swung open to reveal Neal and Claire locked in a mad, passionate embrace. Claire was stripped down to nothing but her bra and underwear and Neal was standing clad in his briefs.
Okay. Great. My best girl friend almost lost her virginity in a janitor’s closet to my best friend’s guitar player. Brilliant.
“Claire?” I questioned a little louder than I should have.
The couple jumped and broke away quickly, and finally, I could tell whose hands were whose.
David looked away quickly, muttering something about that being more of Neal then he ever needed to see and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Neal and Claire quickly dressed, and David took Neal to get another beer and I stared at Claire.
“What?” she asked. “Listen, I know that you probably think I’m just being a little slut or something, but all I know is, my dreams of kissing Neal Tiemann, and doing a couple other things with Neal Tiemann came and/or coming true, and your dreams of being with David might too. Go make it happen, Cass.”
I nodded and walked over to David, grabbed him by the hand and whispered, “Come with me, we need to talk.”
He looked confused, but he followed me and I led him into the privacy of my room.
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A/N: Chapter Four!!!!! Haha!!!! :DDDDDD