♪ Family Obligations ♪ (Closed)

[Skylar]

I practically jump out of my skin when Ric pinches my butt and that's when I start giggling. His word's made me smile and caused me even to blush a little cos I hadn't expected him to say anything like that.
I briefly look to the faces of my family before. As expected, half the room look disgusted at my actions, Hazel and dad are doing there 'anywhere but here' expressions, while Brett is shaking his head and trying not to laugh. I know he'll be quizzing me more about Ric later. I'm not sure he bought our little display. He knows I don't get all that invested in my relationships and I think he could see that I actually Ric. So he's likely a little confused right now. Well that makes two of us. I mean I can't really even tell him we're dating. Well I can. But really shouldn't I tell Ric that before I start telling people it’s a definite thing?
We get outside and I sigh with relief. I actually don't like being so catty in front of my dad.
Ric pretty much immediately questions me as to how I think he did and I'm not really sure what to say or do. I mean yeah, he did well but I wasn't expecting him to quiz me so quickly. In fact I never thought he'd want a performance review at all. He's so confident. I was more expecting him to tell me how well he did.
"Erm. Give me a sec for my brain to catch up. 'Kay."
I run my fingers through my hair and look him over like I'm considering things. I'm not. I'm just wondering how much I want to push him. I want to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him until he can't breathe. Or rather couldn't breathe if he was human. But that wouldn't be much of a reward for him. And he kinda deserves one. So I punch him in the shoulder, playfully.
"Man. I swear. There was a moment there where I thought you were gonna blow it. I'm not gonna lie. But that's my fault really. I knew it was gonna be do or die when I kissed you. I just kinda... couldn't help myself."
I start to walk towards his bike. I don't really want to be looking at him right now because yeah... he did a little too well. I knew I wanted him but now I really think he might actually be able to do this for real. Which means I might actually have to sit him down and explain we're dating sooner rather than later. And that's kinda scary.
"You surprised me too in some ways. Almost like you knew what you were doing or something. I mean. I'm not explaining myself very well I don't think."
I'm not. My brain's kinda in overdrive and I'm hornier than I thought possible.
Damn him!
I sigh, shake myself out and continue; though I keep it short.
"You did well. Really well. Thank you."
I kinda need a cold shower but instead I'm going to have to curl up behind him on his bike.
Sucks to be me.

[Roderic]

I listen to Skylar and she seems happy. Excited. I believe that means I did the task and did it well. This pleases me, even if she almost 'ate my face off.' Or whatever it was her brother had said, how he said it. I nod and grin. "I watched television when I was a kid. It was sort of a babysitter for me." I share, but that's all I share with Skylar about a glimpse in to my past. I don't want to share more because I know how people will act. How they judge others. But my mom had to do what she did to put food on the table and if that meant keeping me engrossed with the television after I did my homework, then it was a solution and fix for her. It probably was not the best solution, but I survived and eventually found interests in books instead of television. Society frowns on people like my mother. I said something once when I was a kid and was almost taken away from her. It's part of why I still don't talk much. I hadn't meant to get her in trouble. I mentioned something to a friend, the only friend I had at the time and a teacher overheard me say something about endless television and watching whatever we wanted when she was gone.

I let the thought disappear. There's no reason to think about it anymore. I hadn't in years. Almost two decades, really. So it doesn't matter. "Let's not do that again for a while. Or ever." I tell her, then wrap an arm around her neck and muss up her hair. "Told you I could do it." I push her away then, because, well, she's in my space. "Let's go." I hop on my bike and wait for her to climb on. Once she does, I start the engine and rev it nice and loud for mom. Like any stupid teen who just got his first bike would do. I let the engine settle down to its normal sound while it sits warming up and look back at Skylar. "Since you managed to keep your stuff together and not blow who, or rather, what you are, we can do whatever you want tonight." No, we aren't actually going to go have sex like mom and dad believe, but I'd sit through some stupid girly, whatever Skylar wants to do since she didn't make herself or me look like morons.

I take off after saying that, not wanting to hear just exactly what it was we would be doing when we got back to the apartment. Plus, it gave her time to think of something to do if she didn't have a thought on the top of her head. I just hope it wasn't too girly.

[Skylar]

I wrap my arms about Ric and lay my head on his shoulder. I shouldn't. But well... **** it. It feels kinda normal and I was seated on his lap for most of the charade. Damn him. Who's idea was all this? I'm messing with my own mind playing games like this. What the **** am I gonna do if I tell him we're dating and he refuses to see me again.
I go quiet. Not that you can really talk over the humming of the bike. I'm kinda glad for that. For now. I wouldn't know what to say. He wants to reward me for not ******* up. Well I know what I'd choose as my reward if I could have anything but yeah, I don't think that's on the cards. Cold shower it is.
****.
And I want to reward him for being well... so not him and yet him at the same time. Maybe I'll tell him I just want time to myself to relax. Pathetic I know. Christmas day and I'll do what? Play my guitar while I ignore my almost-boyfriend. yeah. Great plan Skylar. Idiot.
I decide not to let it bother me. The night is still young. I'll make Ric play Monopoly while we listen to music, then I'll let him off the hook. I could even go out. Give him his space. I could see the guys. Maybe. Maybe not. Might just camp out at his and play my guitar. If I stick to stuff he likes he may not moan too much. I'd rather spend the day with him. Or night. Whatever.
Merry ******* Christmas.