It’ll Never Happen

All characters involved in any sort of sexual relation are 18 years old or older

*Note*

I just posted chapter one, and already noticed a continuity error. I started the story with James living in the basement, then somehow at the end he was living up stairs. I’m sorry for that error, as I fixed it in this chapter. Happy reading!

Thank you for all the wonderful feedback on the first chapter. I did look into getting an editor, as I’m corresponding with a few at the moment, but y’all kept asking for part two, so I did my best to edit this one. Chapter three will be out soon with a proper editor.

Someone commented that they didn’t think it was realistic, them being such good friends. Said the hormones would have gotten to them. I can attest that it is realistic, as this is a story from my life. Though it is made up slightly for entertainment, most of the events did actually happen to me year ago when I was in high school in some way or another. Obviously the names have been changed for privacy purposes.

Enough from me, here’s the story! Thank you guys so much for your support. Best wishes and happy reading!

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Ch. 2

“How long?”

It was Ally who finally broke the silence. Her mind was racing. Her heart pounding. She couldn’t remember a time in her life where she’d ever felt such pure bliss. She knew she wanted it. Hell, she’d always wanted it. She had just never KNOWN.

“James,” she tried again, still no answer. He was lost in his own world. “James.”

“Yea?” He replied with a shake of his head to clear his thoughts so he could form more than one word answers.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about. How long?”

“Years. Since 7th grade.”

“James...” she responded, almost sadly, “why did you never tell me?”

“I was worried. Hell, I was scared. Scared shitless. I was scared you’d run off. Never talk to me again. I was scared you’d be repulsed by me.”

“Repulsed by you? James, we spend almost every minute of every day together, and you think I’d be repulsed?”

“Yea,” he said shyly, “spending time together as friends and spending time together as more are two totally different things.”

Leaning up to him she planted a very silencing but passionate kiss. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew how to show him.

“Believe me now?” She asked after breaking the kiss.

“No, not yet,” he said coyly. “I might need some more convincing.”

As she leaned back up to kiss him again, one of their phones started to go off from the night stand. Both of their ring tones were the same so they both reached for their phones to see who was calling this early in the morning.

“Not me.” Laughed Ally, looking over to James to see who it was calling.

As he answered the phone, Ally sat there looking at him, admiring him is more like it. She still didn’t know how she could have been so blind to her own feelings for so long. He was perfect for her. Every time she fantasized about her dream man, she would basically make a list that covered all of James’ qualities without even realizing it.

“Shit,” James said into the phone, bringing Ally back from her slight daydream. “Fuck. You sure you’re ok man? Hang loose I’m on my way.”

He sounded worried. Ally didn’t like that. The only time he ever worried was harvest season and when someone was hurt. It definitely wasn’t harvest season, so she knew someone had to be hurt.

“Who was it?” She asked nervously, “is someone hurt?”

“Donny,” he replied already out of bed and throwing his jeans on. “Rolled his truck three times on Grismill.”

“Oh fuck,” she said back, as well, already throwing her jeans on. “He ok?”

“Says he’s fine but that fucker could pinch off a leg in a combine and claim to be in one piece,” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re not wrong. Did he sound hurt?”

At this point they were both fully dressed and heading up the stairs to the kitchen where Ally would make some coffee while James turned his truck on to let it idle. Donny said he was fine, and wasn’t in any danger, so they were rushing, but still taking the time to let his truck warm up so he didn’t break anything. Lord knows he would though if any of his friends needed him to.

“Nah. Didn’t sound hurt. Not even shook up. Sometimes I swear that guy isn’t even human.”

With that they both laughed, and Ally poured them both a cup of steamy black coffee from the well used pot that sits on the old busted up counter. Screwing the lids on the mugs, they pulled on their boots and trudged their way into the sub zero Michigan winter.

Since James’ truck didn’t have heat, the only salvation the pair got from the freezing cold was the slow tentative sips they each took from their coffee.

For the most part, they rode in silence. Well, as close to silence as you can get in an old Cummins. James had the radio off, while unusual, not unheard of. He usually kept the radio off when we was on his way to do something important or help someone. Ally had her legs crossed, her usual riding position in his truck since there was so much room between seat and dash. The only difference now is that she didn’t have her hands folded in her lap like she usually would.

She had her left hand draped across the middle of the bench seat entwined with his. It was a slight change, but one that gave each of them a slight case of the butterflies. It was different now between them, no doubt about it. A good different, but different nonetheless. Every time he would pull his hand away to shift gears, it left a momentary emptiness in her that she couldn’t explain. This was all so new to her.

“Well, this is where he said he was. Should be right around here, left side, end of the curve.” James said, cutting through the silence. “I don’t see him though.”

“Maybe he flipped the truck back over all by himself. With the way he tells his stories you’d think he’d be able to do that.” She quipped with a slight chuckle.

“You’re definitely not wro...” he started, mouth hanging open halfway through the sentence. “Oh my god there he is. Look back about 80 yards off that split oak.”

“How in the hell did he survive that?”

“I have no idea, but if you’d believe it, the bastard has built a campfire and is just straight relaxing next to his sacked out truck.” He said, barely able to contain his laughter.

Getting out of his truck, he reached under the seat and pulled out some jersey gloves for him and Ally. As the pair walked into the tree line to go see just how Donny had managed to get himself into this one, he tossed her the gloves and pulled his Stetson down low to combat the bite of the wind. Nearing the site of the wreck, they could start to smell the cooking bacon and eggs Don had cooking over his makeshift cook stove fashioned out of some old chicken wire and an empty beer can.

“Hey Don, riddle me this, why the hell do you have bacon and eggs with you?”

“Well, ya see Jamie, I was on my way to Marybeths house to surprise her with a little breakfast in bed, and I seemed to have the misfortune of entering my truck in a gymnastics competition.” Donny chuckled, “at least it looks like we took home the gold, didn’t we girl?”

“Donny you’re a nutcase. What Marybeth sees in you is beyond me.” Ally says with a laugh and a smile.

“My thoughts exactly honey,” retorts Donny with a grin, “ but hey, while you’re here, care for some breakfast?”

“Damn straight. You better feed me for driving all this way to bail your dumbass out.” Laughed James.

“Bail me out? Aw hell man I’d call this more of a ‘going out for breakfast’ than a bail out.”

James just laughed at that. After all the years he’s known Donny, it seems that at least once a week he’s up to his neck in trouble just trying to keep Don out of it. Doesn’t bother him though, he wouldn’t have it any other way, and he knew Donny would do the same for him. And he has, many of times. Donny was the only other living person who knew about how James felt about Ally. He sort of stumbled onto it by accident, and as friends do, teased him about it mercilessly. Though, as friends also do, he kept it a secret and even offered advice a time or two. He really was rooting for them.

After sitting down on a few lawn chairs Donny had in the bed of his truck, the trio ate an admittedly good breakfast, for being cooked in empty beer cans cut to act like a pan. James, doing what James does, pulled out his can of Stokers and took a mean pinch to make up for the one he didn’t get this morning, and offered the can to Donny. Graciously, he accepted and took himself a pinch. Out of habit, he turned and offered the can to Ally, knowing she would more than likely say no.

She definitely wasn’t against it. Her father, uncles, and most of her friends, since they all seemed to be boys, dipped so she was used to it. She just didn’t enjoy it all that much. Sure, she tried it because she’s a teenager and it just seemed like the thing to do, hell, she even does it once in a blue moon if her and James are out in the barn late at night.

“Alright jack nuts, lets get you out of this mess ya found yourself in.” James joked at his buddy.

“Too easy,” he replied. “Just grab about all 20 of your tow straps, string em together, and bam, ole gymnast here will be on her wheels in no time.”

“You wish it was that easy,” quipped James.

“Bah! with you behind the wheel I’ll be back to my house to grab my beater truck then back out to Marybeths in no time.”

**

Later that week the gang was gathered in James barn for their traditional Friday night throw down. Every Friday night all of their friends would get together, play cards, drink some beer, shoot some guns, pass around the guitar, and just be small town kids. It was always everyone’s favorite night of the week, and nobody really ever missed if they could help it.

Ally and James hadn’t told any of their friends they were together yet. They were sort of waiting for the right time, sort of waiting for the knuckleheads to figure it out for them selves. For some of them, it would take longer than others.

James and Ally were sitting on the edge of the loft, looking down at their friends. Donny and Marybeth were cuddled up on the couch, watching and laughing at the intense game of euchre going on. Tyler, James good friends since kindergarten, had just gone alone and everyone was going crazy over it. Apparently his partner, Drew, had had a good hand because he didn’t look too happy. The atmosphere in the room seemed to changed as they all looked from Katie to her partner Bobby, then back to Katie. Tyler laid down the left bar, right bar, ace, king, and queen. The perfect euchre hand. The barn went crazy.

Ally couldn’t help but laugh at the excitement coming from their friends. Even the two on the losing end of that were going crazy as they’d never seen a hand that perfect actually played before. They were a close bunch. That’s for sure.

James and Donny had started it all. Their parents grew up together so they were friends right from the start. Kindergarten hit and Tyler fell into the group. Third grade brought Ashley, who wasn’t here tonight, fourth grade brought Drew and Bobby into the mix, and it seemed to stay that way for a few years. Eighth grade brought Jackson, but he’s more of a free agent, always welcomed but also runs with his other crowd a lot as well. Ninth grade, of course, brought Ally, and with Ally, came Katie. Tenth grade saw Donny asking out Marybeth, and soon after, she was just another one of the knuckleheads. Has been ever since. With that being that, you have the Knuckleheads. An inseparable group. James, Donny, Tyler, Ashley, Drew, Bobby, Ally, Katie, Marybeth, and sometimes Jackson. None of them could have asked for a better group of people to call their friends.

Thinking everyone was busy going crazy over the euchre game, Ally leaned over and stole a quick kiss. It wasn’t a long one by any means, but it got both of their hearts racing nonetheless. Right as she was breaking the kiss, she heard a yell.

“OH MY GOD!” Marybeth yelled, pointing to their spot on the edge of the loft, “PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE SAW THAT!”

Everyone’s head snapped in their direction, and everyone looked confused. Donny, seeing the ever present blush on Ally’s face, sort of pieced two and two together, and whispered something to Marybeth. With a huge smile, and a nod of her head, she turned back to the pair sitting on the edge of the loft.

“Do that again,” she pleaded.

“Do what again?” Ally asked, feigning confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about girl. Show everyone else what I just saw.”

Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned over and embraced James in a toe curling kiss. They were lost in it, not even hearing the cheers erupting from the rest of the knuckleheads.

Everyone knew it was going to happen someday. Hoped it would happen is more like it. They’d all been secretly rooting for them to get together, since it seemed like they were already together without taking that final leap of faith.

“This calls for a celebration. Get the hell down here you two lovebirds!” Called Tyler as he walked to the fridge to grab everyone round of the Yuengling Premium Beer James has bootlegged back from his visit to his family in Pennsylvania. They always kept a case on ice for instances like this. When a celebration was in order.

Climbing down the ladder from the loft James was encircled by the guys was gifted a beer and a back slap, as well as a few fist bumps. Just guys being guys. As Ally stepped off the ladder she was scooped up by the girls and drug off to a corner where they demanded every little detail of how it had finally happened.

Just as all the commotion was starting to hit a lull, Ashley pushed her way through the barn door and was met by a flying Yuengling and a beckon from the girls to ‘get your ass over here girl’. It wasn’t but a few moments later and she was squealing along with the rest of them.

The night went on as more of a celebration than a party. The case of Yuengling had been long polished off, and it seemed like every country love song had been played, and played again. It was getting late, about four in the morning, when everyone loaded up into the cab and the bed of James’ truck, and made their way down the driveway to the main house. Sure, they drank and had a good time, but they were all responsible about it, and that’s why their parents all let them enjoy it. They wouldn’t even dream of driving after drinking. The basement living room had long been taken over by the knuckleheads and there were multiple couches and a few random mattresses strewn about for the gang to crash on for the night.

With everyone passed out in their long since claimed sleeping spots, Ally and James made their way to his room. They climbed up into his bed and snuggled up real close, slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep with a good night kiss. Or three.

**

A few days later saw James working in the barn, though this time, not on his truck. The day before he had finally got around to pulling one of the random broken down trucks out of the tree line where they stored them on the side of the field where the barn sat. It was a 1991 Dodge D250, same exact truck as his but two years newer, albeit in way worse shape. He had always wanted to fix this one up, since it was in mostly decent condition, sans a working motor and a decent paint job.

He had just brought the tractor back from the tree line after pulling a working 12 valve Cummins motor out of another truck in way worse condition and was getting ready to drop it into his latest project. The farm they lived on had a plethora of random trucks that didn’t work stowed on that tree line, so parts were never really an issue to find. He was getting ready to lower the motor into the engine bay when out of the corner of his eye he saw his dad push through the barn doors, apparently just having gotten back from his business trip.

Shutting down the old tractor he hopped down and shook his dads hand, asking him how the trip had gone.

“Boring. As usual,” he said dryly. “I’d rather be here working the fields but it’s kinda hard to do that with a foot of snow on the ground.” He joked.

“I feel that. Finally getting around to restoring this old pig though so at least that’s a plus.”

“You gonna keep it or sell it?” His dad asked.

A lot of the time, after James fixed up an old rig, he would sell it to ear some extra money to pour right back into his truck.

“Think I’m gonna keep this one. Not sure why though. Something’s telling me to keep it.”

“Well I did raise you to trust your gut, so if it says keep it, then keep the old girl.”

With that, his dad climbed up on the tractor, fired it up, and set to lowering the motor while James guided it onto its mounts inside the engine bay. The two of them made short work of getting it mounted and connected, and in no time they had the girl purring like a kitten.

“Well, at least it’s running,” his dad chuckled.

“Running and running well are two totally different things Pops,” he joked back.

“Ain’t that the truth. She’ll take a little bit of TLC but she’ll be cherry in no time.”

“Sure hope so. What do you thinks wrong with it?”

“Just sounds like the timings a little off, and it smells like you got one or five burnt out valves,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh isn’t that just great,” James sighed, pulling out his can on stokers.

“You know that’s bad for you son.”

“Damn straight. Want a pinch?”

“Damn straight I do.”

**

Later that day found James and Ally curled up on the couch in the barn, just enjoying each other’s company and listening to some music, singing along occasionally.

“James?” She asked.

“Yes buttercup?”

Hearing him say that always put a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach.

“I like you,” she smiled and nuzzled in closer to him.

“I like you too buttercup,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

She maneuvered herself so they were face to face, and leaned in for a slow, tentative, heart warming kiss. He responded in kind, and slowly but surely the kiss made its way from loving to hungry. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They craved it. Needed it.

The pair lost themselves in the kiss. Lost track of time. Lost control. Each became hungry for the others touch. Ally rolled them over so she was on top of him, hands cupping either side of his face, not wanting to let him go. His hands went to her hips, pulling her closer to him. A cute, hot little moan escaped her lips when his hands found her hips and she kissed him with renewed passion. Her tongue darted out and teased his lips. Not wasting a second his lips parted, allowing her access.

With the now tongue battle ensuing, her hands started to roam over his shoulders and to his muscular chest. She moaned again at the feeling of his hardened pecs beneath her fingers. He let his hands travel from her hips, up her sides and back down again, finally resting them on the top of her butt, pulling her into him. This time, it was him that made a noise. He let out a little grunt that only served to turn her on more. Her hands went from his pecs to his abs, then back up to his pecks.

They weren’t kissing anymore. They were virtually mauling each other. They grew hungrier and hungrier with each passing moment, with each passing touch.

Without even knowing it, Ally had started to rock back and forth on his lap causing James to grunt again. She broke the kiss, panting, still rocking on his lap. She could feel him start to stiffen under her. She was starting to worry that she couldn’t control herself anymore. She was worried she would ravish him if she didn’t stop. But did she actually care? Not then, not in that moment. All she wanted was him.