fic: something like that (ghtng, jake/lana)
Title: Something Like That
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Patrick/Robin
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 25 - Stuffed Animal
Disclaimer: Any character first appearing on the series General Hospital does not belong to me. All original characters do.
The annual Fourth of July carnival was in full swing.
As the sky turned towards dusk and the fireworks, the fairgrounds were crowded with people, the air heavy with the summer heat. Lights from the rides flashed, carnies yelled out for people to try their luck at the games, the sound of screams from people being flipped upside down and all around filled the air. The smells of fried dough, cotton candy, and sweat mixed together as people mingled and enjoyed the atmosphere.
Lana and her friends were wandering around the carnival waiting for the fireworks to start. Molly had ditched them an hour before to ride the ferris wheel with Cameron, and Lana was certain they'd snuck off in search of a mostly private dark corner. She wished them luck. It wasn't going to be easy to find with this many people around. Up ahead, Lana spotted Jake Spencer standing with his teammates from the baseball team, and her heart started beating faster in her chest.
Jake Spencer was what she wanted most in the world and she was beginning to doubt whether he'd ever realize that she wasn't a little girl anymore and just take what was so obviously his. It was more than a little anti-feminist of her, she knew that, but it was what it was. She'd been his since the day when he'd conned her into giving him her first kiss when she was all of five years old. She hadn't realized it then, of course. She'd always known that he was her best friend in the world that wasn't Molly, but she hadn't known that she'd fallen for him till she was twelve and she'd found out that he had a girlfriend. Her name had been Jenny Callahan and Lana had hated her with all the fury that her twelve-year-old-self could muster. She'd hated Jake too, but mostly she'd hated this girl for having what she hadn't even realized she wanted.
That was when she knew.
Her friend Kayla elbowed her in the side. "You're staring, Lana."
Lana blinked and shook her head. "I was? Did anyone else notice?"
Kayla shook her head. "No, I think you're safe."
"Good," Lana said with a sigh of relief. She might be absolutely crazy about him, but that didn't mean she had to make a fool of herself. She tilted her head to the side, looking thoughtful as she reconsidered that. The thoughtful look turned to a mischievous one as she plotted. Just because she didn't have to look foolish didn't mean Jake didn't.
Kayla narrowed her eyes at her. "I know that look. What are you plotting?"
"Oh, nothing," Lana said airily, eyes twinkling. "Just the downfall of one Jacob Martin Spencer, that's all."
"Oh, that's all? I thought it would be something interesting," Kayla pouted.
The girls managed to keep straight faces for a moment longer before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Kayla recovered first. "Seriously, what do you have planned? Do you need help?"
"No, I think this is a one woman mission." Lana brushed her hair back over her shoulders. "How do I look?"
"Well, you're not really my type," Kayla deadpanned. "But I think he'll have to bite back the urge to go all caveman on you, especially if you're going over there when he's with all of his friends."
Lana grinned. "That's the plan. Wish me luck!"
She turned and began to saunter towards the group of boys who were standing at the baseball toss.
"It'd be better to wish Jake lucky," Kayla mused. "He's not going to know what hit him."
*
Oh, Jake knew what was going to hit him.
All five foot two of it was headed his way in a tiny skirt and tinier tank top, and he could already feel his mouth watering and palms itching.
She was doing this to torture him. He was sure of that.
The worst part of it was that it was working.
He'd have had to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not see how incredibly hot Lana had gotten. His best friend had always been cute, but almost overnight, she'd stopped being a kid, and become a woman that he thought about, obsessed about, wanted to possess.
She had a crush on him, he knew that. She was good at hiding it, but he knew her better than anyone and he was older, and he just knew. He knew she'd be with him in a heartbeat if he asked, which is why he wasn't asking.
He was too old for her. She was his best friend. He wasn't going to take advantage.
God, he wanted to take advantage.
"Hey, isn't that your little friend?" his teammate, Mike, elbowed him. "She's hot, man."
Jake frowned. "She's 15," he said sharply.
Mike shrugged. "She's still hot." He turned back to the rest of their teammates, leaving Jake to brood as he stared at Lana.
He hated when other guys noticed she was hot. And that was another reason he was keeping her at arm's length, he didn't want any of his scumbag friends to get any ideas about her. It was bad enough that he did, none of them were getting their hands on her.
Suddenly she was at his side, slipping her arm through his the way she'd done a thousand times before. Only before he hadn't been able to feel the curve of her breast press into his arm, torturing him.
She was 15. He was going to hell.
"Hello, Jacob," she said sweetly. Too sweetly.
"Hi," he said flatly. "What do you want?" Besides to torture me.
"Is that any way to talk to a friend?" she chided. "Speaking of, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"
"No."
"I know your mother taught you better manners than that."
"My mother isn't here right now."
"And isn't that handy, neither is mine." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "How about that?"
"Yeah, well yours should be," he muttered to himself.
"What was that?"
She'd always had ears like a cat. "Nothing."
"Hm, well I'll let it pass." She looked at the booth in front of them and tugged him into line. "Well if you won't introduce me to your friends, why don't you go throw some baseballs?" She squeezed his arm. "You're so tense. Surely throwing something would help. And you can win me a prize."
He looked down at her with narrowed eyes. "If I win you a stuffed animal will you go away? Go play with your own kind?"
She made a non-committal noise. "Oh, look, we're first in line. Go on, Jake. You can even pretend it's me you're throwing them at if you want."
"I should be so lucky." He dug his wallet out of his pocket and passed his cash to the operator. "Step back," he ordered her. "I can't throw if you're hanging all over me."
She stepped back, and he picked up the first baseball.
*
As she stepped back, she did her best to hide her smirk.
She was getting to him.
It was about damn time.
She watched him throw the first ball. He knocked down five of the six bottles. "Aw, too bad."
He didn't even look at her. "Shut up, Lana."
She grinned.
He threw the next ball, chipping away the last bottle.
"I knew you could do it!"
"Lana..."
She studied him as he prepared to throw the last ball. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, his spiky blonde hair more ruffled than normal from dragging his hands through it (in frustration, she was sure). His blue t-shirt clung to him like a second skin, and the way his blue jeans fit made her want to reach out and grab his ass.
She had to suppress the sudden need to fan herself.
God, he was hot.
She was so lost in thoughts of what she wanted to do to him that she didn't even notice that he'd thrown the last ball till he snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"Lana!"
She blinked. "Yes?"
"What do you want?" He nodded his head toward the rack of prizes. "Pick something."
She bit her lip, and studied them. "You pick." It'd be fun to watch him squirm, and it would mean more if he picked it out.
"What? No." He shook his head. "You wanted a toy, you got one. Pick it already, damnit."
Her lower lip slid out into a pout. "Please?" She watched his resolve crumble into dust, as his face slid to panic. Her pout was very effective.
"Geez, okay." He turned to the vender and pointed blindly. "That teddy bear."
As it was handed to her, she smothered the triumphant smile that threatened to erupt on her face. Instead, she stood on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to Jake's cheek. "Thank you."
He jumped back as if he'd been scalded. "It was nothing, okay?"
This time she hid her smile behind the teddy bear. "If you say so."
"Yeah, well." He stuck his hands in his pockets as they stepped to the side and out of the way. "Now what?"
"Your friends seem to have disappeared," she observed.
"I see that."
She bumped him with her hip. "So you'll watch the fireworks with me. That's not so bad, is it?"
*
It was torture, that's what it was. But he couldn't say that.
"No, of course not."
She smiled up at him, and slipped her arm through his again. "Want to go pick a spot to watch them from?"
"I guess."
They wove their way through the crowd, and he tried not to think about how good she felt pressed up against his side. Thinking about that would only lead to disaster.
"You're awfully quiet."
"So?" He didn't want to talk. He wanted to do unspeakable things.
"So, nothing."
They reached the field where most people sat to watch, and found it swarming with people.
"Looks like it'll be a tight fit," Lana observed, tugging him towards an area with slightly fewer people.
He bit back a groan. She was doing this on purpose, she had to be. He'd always known she had an evil streak, but she was just being cruel.
She found a bare patch of grass and flopped down onto the ground, leaving him no choice but to do the same. If his arm happened to stretch out on the grass next to her, that was just a coincidence, he assured himself. Just a place to put his arm.
She turned to him with a blinding smile. "I'm glad I ran into you, Jake. Remember all the years when we used to do this together? You've been too busy for me the last few."
He frowned. Had she really thought that? That he was too busy? He'd been avoiding her for his own sanity, but he'd never meant to make her feel like that. "Lana, I didn't mean-"
"Shh," she said, turning her face to the sky. "They're starting."
She watched the fireworks. He watched her.
She was so damn beautiful. She was funny, she was smart, she was bossy, she was infuriating. She was his best friend.
Surely there had to be worse things than to fall for your best friend.
Without thinking about it, he tugged her to him, settling her between his legs, her back leaning against his chest. She let out a surprised noise, but came willingly, resting her head against his chest, her hand against his knee. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held on, breathing in the scent of her hair.
She felt so good, so right. Why had he fought this so long? Why would anyone fight something like this? How could he be expected to?
He closed his eyes, and accepted his fate.
He was done fighting.
*
When she felt him tugging to her, it was all she could do to not jump to her feet in joy.
Finally, she thought. Finally.
Completely content for the first time in ages, she leaned her head back against his chest, reveling in how good it felt to be in his arms. It was as good as she'd always known it would be. It felt right. Complete. Like there was nowhere else in the world she was ever supposed to be.
If he pretended that nothing had changed after this, she'd have to kill him.
She wouldn't have a choice in the matter.
As the fireworks drew to a close, she found his hand with hers and wove their fingers together. It was nothing they hadn't done a thousand times before, but it was different this time. It meant something else.
When the last firework lit the sky, he drew her to her feet. She thought then that he might kiss her, but he didn't. Still holding her hand, he led her back to the parking lot, to his car. He fumbled to get his keys out of his pocket, opening the car door for her.
She looked at him quizzically. "Jake..."
"Get in," he ordered gruffly. "I'll take you home."
She obeyed, sliding into the car. He rounded the hood and unlocked his own door, climbing behind the wheel. He turned the engine over and put the car into drive.
She watched him on the drive home, trying to figure out what was going through his head. She couldn't figure out what he was waiting for, what the problem was. He wanted her, she knew he did. So why hadn't he kissed her? Why wasn't he talking to her now?
The car drew to a stop two streets away from her house.
Her heart started beating faster, and she tried for levity. “Did you forget where I live?”
He shook his head, turning to face her. “Lana…”
“Yes?” she asked desperately.
He reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She leaned into his hand, her eyes sliding closed.
“Lana.”
She opened her eyes, to find him staring at her intently, eyes burning bright even in the darkness. “Jake.”
“You know I’m too old for you.”
She shook her head. “You’re not.” He wasn’t going to do this now, she wouldn’t let him.
“You should be with someone your own age.”
“I should be with you.”
Her words hung in the air between them. Neither of them moved, neither of them breathed.
And then suddenly, Jake’s lips were on hers, and she couldn’t do anything but moan and throw herself into the kiss.
It wasn’t like she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Or whatever the equivalent of fifteen and never been kissed was. He’d seen to that after all. And he wasn’t the only boy she’d ever kissed.
But this kiss was different. This kiss was better. This kiss was everything she’d ever dreamed a kiss could be.
All too soon it was over, and Jake was drawing back from her, his hands still cupping her face tenderly.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw him staring at her intensely. “Did that just happen?” she managed to squeak out.
He chuckled low in his throat, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. “It did.”
“You’re not going to try to take it back?”
“Do you want me to?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Thank god.” Jake pressed another quick kiss to her lips, then lowered his hands and turned back to the steering wheel, turning on the car. He drove the remaining two blocks and pulled into the Drake’s driveway, parking the car again.
He turned to face her again. “So.”
“So.”
He reached out to take her hand, tangling their fingers together. He looked down at their joined hands, then back up at her face. “Lana, I-”
She raised a finger to his lips. “I have to go or my parents are going to freak. And we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, but Lana-”
“We can talk about everything else later. As long as you don’t want to take back what happened, we can talk about it later.”
He frowned. “Really? Most girls want to do the talking thing right away.”
“Are you really bringing up other girls right now?”
He winced. “Good point.”
“Good night, Jake.” She leaned forward to kiss him, before darting out of the car and into the house.
Once inside, she leaned back against the door, a wide smile on her face, clutching her teddy bear to her chest.
Jake Spencer had kissed her.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
*
“Good night, Lana.”
He watched her run into the house, and then his head slumped down onto the steering wheel.
He’d kissed Lana Drake.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Patrick/Robin
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 25 - Stuffed Animal
Disclaimer: Any character first appearing on the series General Hospital does not belong to me. All original characters do.
The annual Fourth of July carnival was in full swing.
As the sky turned towards dusk and the fireworks, the fairgrounds were crowded with people, the air heavy with the summer heat. Lights from the rides flashed, carnies yelled out for people to try their luck at the games, the sound of screams from people being flipped upside down and all around filled the air. The smells of fried dough, cotton candy, and sweat mixed together as people mingled and enjoyed the atmosphere.
Lana and her friends were wandering around the carnival waiting for the fireworks to start. Molly had ditched them an hour before to ride the ferris wheel with Cameron, and Lana was certain they'd snuck off in search of a mostly private dark corner. She wished them luck. It wasn't going to be easy to find with this many people around. Up ahead, Lana spotted Jake Spencer standing with his teammates from the baseball team, and her heart started beating faster in her chest.
Jake Spencer was what she wanted most in the world and she was beginning to doubt whether he'd ever realize that she wasn't a little girl anymore and just take what was so obviously his. It was more than a little anti-feminist of her, she knew that, but it was what it was. She'd been his since the day when he'd conned her into giving him her first kiss when she was all of five years old. She hadn't realized it then, of course. She'd always known that he was her best friend in the world that wasn't Molly, but she hadn't known that she'd fallen for him till she was twelve and she'd found out that he had a girlfriend. Her name had been Jenny Callahan and Lana had hated her with all the fury that her twelve-year-old-self could muster. She'd hated Jake too, but mostly she'd hated this girl for having what she hadn't even realized she wanted.
That was when she knew.
Her friend Kayla elbowed her in the side. "You're staring, Lana."
Lana blinked and shook her head. "I was? Did anyone else notice?"
Kayla shook her head. "No, I think you're safe."
"Good," Lana said with a sigh of relief. She might be absolutely crazy about him, but that didn't mean she had to make a fool of herself. She tilted her head to the side, looking thoughtful as she reconsidered that. The thoughtful look turned to a mischievous one as she plotted. Just because she didn't have to look foolish didn't mean Jake didn't.
Kayla narrowed her eyes at her. "I know that look. What are you plotting?"
"Oh, nothing," Lana said airily, eyes twinkling. "Just the downfall of one Jacob Martin Spencer, that's all."
"Oh, that's all? I thought it would be something interesting," Kayla pouted.
The girls managed to keep straight faces for a moment longer before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Kayla recovered first. "Seriously, what do you have planned? Do you need help?"
"No, I think this is a one woman mission." Lana brushed her hair back over her shoulders. "How do I look?"
"Well, you're not really my type," Kayla deadpanned. "But I think he'll have to bite back the urge to go all caveman on you, especially if you're going over there when he's with all of his friends."
Lana grinned. "That's the plan. Wish me luck!"
She turned and began to saunter towards the group of boys who were standing at the baseball toss.
"It'd be better to wish Jake lucky," Kayla mused. "He's not going to know what hit him."
*
Oh, Jake knew what was going to hit him.
All five foot two of it was headed his way in a tiny skirt and tinier tank top, and he could already feel his mouth watering and palms itching.
She was doing this to torture him. He was sure of that.
The worst part of it was that it was working.
He'd have had to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not see how incredibly hot Lana had gotten. His best friend had always been cute, but almost overnight, she'd stopped being a kid, and become a woman that he thought about, obsessed about, wanted to possess.
She had a crush on him, he knew that. She was good at hiding it, but he knew her better than anyone and he was older, and he just knew. He knew she'd be with him in a heartbeat if he asked, which is why he wasn't asking.
He was too old for her. She was his best friend. He wasn't going to take advantage.
God, he wanted to take advantage.
"Hey, isn't that your little friend?" his teammate, Mike, elbowed him. "She's hot, man."
Jake frowned. "She's 15," he said sharply.
Mike shrugged. "She's still hot." He turned back to the rest of their teammates, leaving Jake to brood as he stared at Lana.
He hated when other guys noticed she was hot. And that was another reason he was keeping her at arm's length, he didn't want any of his scumbag friends to get any ideas about her. It was bad enough that he did, none of them were getting their hands on her.
Suddenly she was at his side, slipping her arm through his the way she'd done a thousand times before. Only before he hadn't been able to feel the curve of her breast press into his arm, torturing him.
She was 15. He was going to hell.
"Hello, Jacob," she said sweetly. Too sweetly.
"Hi," he said flatly. "What do you want?" Besides to torture me.
"Is that any way to talk to a friend?" she chided. "Speaking of, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"
"No."
"I know your mother taught you better manners than that."
"My mother isn't here right now."
"And isn't that handy, neither is mine." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "How about that?"
"Yeah, well yours should be," he muttered to himself.
"What was that?"
She'd always had ears like a cat. "Nothing."
"Hm, well I'll let it pass." She looked at the booth in front of them and tugged him into line. "Well if you won't introduce me to your friends, why don't you go throw some baseballs?" She squeezed his arm. "You're so tense. Surely throwing something would help. And you can win me a prize."
He looked down at her with narrowed eyes. "If I win you a stuffed animal will you go away? Go play with your own kind?"
She made a non-committal noise. "Oh, look, we're first in line. Go on, Jake. You can even pretend it's me you're throwing them at if you want."
"I should be so lucky." He dug his wallet out of his pocket and passed his cash to the operator. "Step back," he ordered her. "I can't throw if you're hanging all over me."
She stepped back, and he picked up the first baseball.
*
As she stepped back, she did her best to hide her smirk.
She was getting to him.
It was about damn time.
She watched him throw the first ball. He knocked down five of the six bottles. "Aw, too bad."
He didn't even look at her. "Shut up, Lana."
She grinned.
He threw the next ball, chipping away the last bottle.
"I knew you could do it!"
"Lana..."
She studied him as he prepared to throw the last ball. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, his spiky blonde hair more ruffled than normal from dragging his hands through it (in frustration, she was sure). His blue t-shirt clung to him like a second skin, and the way his blue jeans fit made her want to reach out and grab his ass.
She had to suppress the sudden need to fan herself.
God, he was hot.
She was so lost in thoughts of what she wanted to do to him that she didn't even notice that he'd thrown the last ball till he snapped his fingers in front of her face.
"Lana!"
She blinked. "Yes?"
"What do you want?" He nodded his head toward the rack of prizes. "Pick something."
She bit her lip, and studied them. "You pick." It'd be fun to watch him squirm, and it would mean more if he picked it out.
"What? No." He shook his head. "You wanted a toy, you got one. Pick it already, damnit."
Her lower lip slid out into a pout. "Please?" She watched his resolve crumble into dust, as his face slid to panic. Her pout was very effective.
"Geez, okay." He turned to the vender and pointed blindly. "That teddy bear."
As it was handed to her, she smothered the triumphant smile that threatened to erupt on her face. Instead, she stood on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to Jake's cheek. "Thank you."
He jumped back as if he'd been scalded. "It was nothing, okay?"
This time she hid her smile behind the teddy bear. "If you say so."
"Yeah, well." He stuck his hands in his pockets as they stepped to the side and out of the way. "Now what?"
"Your friends seem to have disappeared," she observed.
"I see that."
She bumped him with her hip. "So you'll watch the fireworks with me. That's not so bad, is it?"
*
It was torture, that's what it was. But he couldn't say that.
"No, of course not."
She smiled up at him, and slipped her arm through his again. "Want to go pick a spot to watch them from?"
"I guess."
They wove their way through the crowd, and he tried not to think about how good she felt pressed up against his side. Thinking about that would only lead to disaster.
"You're awfully quiet."
"So?" He didn't want to talk. He wanted to do unspeakable things.
"So, nothing."
They reached the field where most people sat to watch, and found it swarming with people.
"Looks like it'll be a tight fit," Lana observed, tugging him towards an area with slightly fewer people.
He bit back a groan. She was doing this on purpose, she had to be. He'd always known she had an evil streak, but she was just being cruel.
She found a bare patch of grass and flopped down onto the ground, leaving him no choice but to do the same. If his arm happened to stretch out on the grass next to her, that was just a coincidence, he assured himself. Just a place to put his arm.
She turned to him with a blinding smile. "I'm glad I ran into you, Jake. Remember all the years when we used to do this together? You've been too busy for me the last few."
He frowned. Had she really thought that? That he was too busy? He'd been avoiding her for his own sanity, but he'd never meant to make her feel like that. "Lana, I didn't mean-"
"Shh," she said, turning her face to the sky. "They're starting."
She watched the fireworks. He watched her.
She was so damn beautiful. She was funny, she was smart, she was bossy, she was infuriating. She was his best friend.
Surely there had to be worse things than to fall for your best friend.
Without thinking about it, he tugged her to him, settling her between his legs, her back leaning against his chest. She let out a surprised noise, but came willingly, resting her head against his chest, her hand against his knee. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held on, breathing in the scent of her hair.
She felt so good, so right. Why had he fought this so long? Why would anyone fight something like this? How could he be expected to?
He closed his eyes, and accepted his fate.
He was done fighting.
*
When she felt him tugging to her, it was all she could do to not jump to her feet in joy.
Finally, she thought. Finally.
Completely content for the first time in ages, she leaned her head back against his chest, reveling in how good it felt to be in his arms. It was as good as she'd always known it would be. It felt right. Complete. Like there was nowhere else in the world she was ever supposed to be.
If he pretended that nothing had changed after this, she'd have to kill him.
She wouldn't have a choice in the matter.
As the fireworks drew to a close, she found his hand with hers and wove their fingers together. It was nothing they hadn't done a thousand times before, but it was different this time. It meant something else.
When the last firework lit the sky, he drew her to her feet. She thought then that he might kiss her, but he didn't. Still holding her hand, he led her back to the parking lot, to his car. He fumbled to get his keys out of his pocket, opening the car door for her.
She looked at him quizzically. "Jake..."
"Get in," he ordered gruffly. "I'll take you home."
She obeyed, sliding into the car. He rounded the hood and unlocked his own door, climbing behind the wheel. He turned the engine over and put the car into drive.
She watched him on the drive home, trying to figure out what was going through his head. She couldn't figure out what he was waiting for, what the problem was. He wanted her, she knew he did. So why hadn't he kissed her? Why wasn't he talking to her now?
The car drew to a stop two streets away from her house.
Her heart started beating faster, and she tried for levity. “Did you forget where I live?”
He shook his head, turning to face her. “Lana…”
“Yes?” she asked desperately.
He reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She leaned into his hand, her eyes sliding closed.
“Lana.”
She opened her eyes, to find him staring at her intently, eyes burning bright even in the darkness. “Jake.”
“You know I’m too old for you.”
She shook her head. “You’re not.” He wasn’t going to do this now, she wouldn’t let him.
“You should be with someone your own age.”
“I should be with you.”
Her words hung in the air between them. Neither of them moved, neither of them breathed.
And then suddenly, Jake’s lips were on hers, and she couldn’t do anything but moan and throw herself into the kiss.
It wasn’t like she was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. Or whatever the equivalent of fifteen and never been kissed was. He’d seen to that after all. And he wasn’t the only boy she’d ever kissed.
But this kiss was different. This kiss was better. This kiss was everything she’d ever dreamed a kiss could be.
All too soon it was over, and Jake was drawing back from her, his hands still cupping her face tenderly.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw him staring at her intensely. “Did that just happen?” she managed to squeak out.
He chuckled low in his throat, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. “It did.”
“You’re not going to try to take it back?”
“Do you want me to?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Thank god.” Jake pressed another quick kiss to her lips, then lowered his hands and turned back to the steering wheel, turning on the car. He drove the remaining two blocks and pulled into the Drake’s driveway, parking the car again.
He turned to face her again. “So.”
“So.”
He reached out to take her hand, tangling their fingers together. He looked down at their joined hands, then back up at her face. “Lana, I-”
She raised a finger to his lips. “I have to go or my parents are going to freak. And we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, but Lana-”
“We can talk about everything else later. As long as you don’t want to take back what happened, we can talk about it later.”
He frowned. “Really? Most girls want to do the talking thing right away.”
“Are you really bringing up other girls right now?”
He winced. “Good point.”
“Good night, Jake.” She leaned forward to kiss him, before darting out of the car and into the house.
Once inside, she leaned back against the door, a wide smile on her face, clutching her teddy bear to her chest.
Jake Spencer had kissed her.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
*
“Good night, Lana.”
He watched her run into the house, and then his head slumped down onto the steering wheel.
He’d kissed Lana Drake.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again.