Pulling into the driveway of Lily's townhouse in Midtown, Dane sat in his onyx colored Dodge Charger tapping lightly at his steering wheel contemplating his next move.
"Should I go in? Go home...stay. Maybe I should take a quick stroll through Piedmont Park or..."
His thoughts interrupted by a light knocking against his driver's side window.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he reached to roll the window down, but soon remembering that he'd cut the car off in his haste. So taking one big breath, he moved to get out of his vehicle.
"What're you doing here?" Lily asked. Her face scrunched in frustration. Her eyes rolling in annoyance and her arms folded tightly across her ample bosom.
"Who does he take me for?! He fucks me then leaves me again! But this time he did it after saying he loved me."
"Shit, she looks pissed."
"Lily, can we talk inside? This is a moderately semi-private conversation that I don't want to have outside especially with Mrs. Ramirez poking her head through the blinds." Sure enough, the neighborhood gossip was staring intently at the pair when Lily glanced over to her townhouse. Without another word, she turns and begrudgingly leads them into her home. Dane, unable to resist, watched her sweet swish of her full hips as she walked. Images of her writhing underneath him, moaning out his name, begging for more and more, louder and louder.
"Oh shit."
Dane could feel his pants begin to constrict as walking became a lot more difficult with certain areas becoming engorged.
Lily cleared her throat. Apparently, his face said it all. "
Caught like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar."
Lily frowned and sat with a huff onto her plush oversized couch; she lives for comfort and stability. After a few pregnant pauses, Lily decides to speak up in a surprisingly calm and even tone.
"So, you have yet to inform me as to why you decided to park your shit car in my driveway when you couldn't get out of here fast enough after last night."
The magnitude of an awkward silence that followed her statement left Dane a little speechless. He knew she was pissed, but he didn't expect her to be this mad. Lily was typically a boisterous and fun-loving individual, but you knew that she was livid when she did not raise her voice in a situation like this. He's only seen her get this upset at one student who thought that she wouldn't flip out as he grabbed her ass. Her scolding was swift and brutal to the poor boy and his parents, but who could blame him.
"What a great ass it is...
"
Lily could not believe he was sitting here with nothing to say.
"That dumb smirk on his handsome face makes me want to slap him. But I could never, I love him. Always have."
"Get out!" Dane stared blankly at Lily.
"Lil, calm down. I'm getting to why I'm here."
"Make it quick."
Taking a deep breath, Dane started. "Lily, I told you that I love you because I do. I just thought it was the right thing to say."
"The right thing to say. Hmm."
"Don't take it like that. I mean, you know I've always loved you. You're like my kid sister, wait! I didn't mean it that way!"
"Like a kid sister?! Are you kidding me?! What freaked out incestuous relationship do you think this is? So I'm family now...get out my house!"
"Lil!"
"Now!"
"Lillian Marie Thomas, listen!" Lily put her hand up to stop him right there and motioned towards the door. "I wish you would listen to me because we need to talk about this." Closing the door in his face, Lily turned and sat back on her couch.
"Like a kid sister...really?"
...
Lily could not believe what just happened. She knew having sex with Dane would ruin them, but she still let him do amazingly dirty things to her. She was in deep. They have been friends for about fifteen years and he is the only person besides Abby that knows her so thoroughly. She hasn't even told Abbs that they have been having sex for about six months now and she was a confidante when it came to Dane and his bullshit.
He was the first person to talk to her when her ten year old self moved in next door to the Moore family. Her parents had just gotten divorced, and her mother packed her and her older twin brothers, Darren and Roger, up and moved them from New York to Atlanta. "Getting away from her past" she called it. Lily mourned the loss of her friends and family, but was soon shocked by what she encountered in her new neighborhood: a shit ton of white people. In New York, the Thomas Family lived in what was considered to be a richly Puerto Rican and African American region. She hoped they were as friendly as the Santos family that shared a cul-de-sac with them. Mrs. Santos made the best
arroz con leche
she had ever tasted.
But she was not so lucky. The Moores, much like the other families in their neighborhood, weren't as welcoming to the loud Yankees that had decided to interrupt the flow in their upper middle class community. And even school was not much better. Considering Darren and Roger were sixteen at the time, they attended high school together, while Lily was in elementary school alone. She was a shy, wisp of a girl, with skin the color of melted chocolate and big puffy hair that was enrolled into school halfway through the first semester.
Lily attended Hamilton Elementary which was located in the heart of her new suburban district. After her first day, she was explicitly instructed to walk straight home, about three blocks away, and not talk to anyone. With this area being relatively unfamiliar, her mother refused to take any chances, even if she had to work during the day.
"Hey! Wait up!" Came from behind her. She turned to meet the darkest green eyes she had ever seen. They almost fascinated her because most people she has ever known had brown eyes. He was breathing heavily as he finally got her attention. He had seen her around and knew she had moved in next door to him. "You walk fast, girl."
Lily stood there silently for a moment staring at the boy. She then continued on her way, walking a little bit faster than before.
"Hey, so you aren't gonna wait on me? I just ran after you. C'mon!"
"Okay. Fine." She squeaked. She stopped at the corner of Apple Blossom and Pine, she could see her house down the block.
"What's your name?"
"Lily."
Extending his hand to shake hers, he said his name was Dane. "So you're my new neighbor."
"Yeah."
"Wanna ride bikes?" With a gapped tooth smile, she nodded, her curly black hair falling into her face. She had just received a brand new bike for her birthday from her dad. It was perfect: bright orange, banana seat, shiny bell, and wicker basket. "Meet me in five?"
"Okay. I have to call my mom first."
After five minutes and a phone call to her mother, Lily was given the clearance needed to embark on this adventure with her new friend. Happy to have made a new friend, she ran to the garage to grab her bike and get him. Rolling her sparkling bicycle out onto the sidewalk, Lily walked it over to her new friend's house since he was not outside yet. Propping up the kickstand, Lily went to knock on the door to see what was taking him so long. She rang the doorbell once and it swung open. A tall man came to the door with a deep frown on his face.
"Um, hi mister. Can Dane ride bikes? He told me five minutes and it's been..."
"No." And with that, he slammed the door in her face. In a daze, Lily climbed on her bike and rode it back into her garage. Tears streaming down her young cheeks. She'd never had someone slam a door in her face and it didn't help that her older brothers walked in to see her upset.
"Lil, what happened?" Darren questioned lightly. He's always been the protector of the three; they blame it on the fact that he's technically the oldest, by about five minutes. His sixteen year old frame towered over most, with the exception of his identical copy, at six foot three already.
"Come over here and tell us what's wrong, little sis." Roger offered. Little Lily sat in front of her brothers and told them how there was a big man next door who was really mean and wouldn't let Dane ride bikes even though it was his idea.
