Author: Socratic Irony PM
JohnxCameron: John is angry at the world, angry at his mother, and angry at his Terminator? Cameron has a plan to fix it, but that backfires. Or does it? AngstyJohn and CluelessTerminator with a plan. AngstyFluff Enjoy! XDRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,163 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 24 - Updated: 03-01-08 - Published: 02-10-08 - id: 4065441
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Disclaimer Update: I still don't own TSCC, duh! But I do own Robert, Chad, and Tamara! "Dialogue" and 'Thoughts' Filled with profanity and alcoholic beverages, Enjoy! XD
Quote: Save water, drink beer!
"Samuel Adams, Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan . . ."
"Miller, Bud Light, Budweiser, Heineken . . ." He read the labels.
When did high school parties become a commercial add for beer? He sighed. John had to admit, living the shelter life of always on the run might have deprive him of a social life. But he didn't expect it to so illegal. It wasn't the alcohol in particular but the large quantities his age group consumed and the idiotic behavior that came with their over indulging.
The sweet scent of their little toxic drinks tickled his nose.
Meanwhile his left eye started to twitch from watching their bumping and grinding hip thrusting movements made him want to cringe.
He wanted to scream. He didn't know how she did it? His mother would never-never would've agree to this. Hell, he was practically raised by disappointment and the word no. He always knew his best interest were kept to heart but this decision was too illogical and reckless. To be his mother's. His mother was strong and careful to the brink of paranoia. Even by regular parental standards letting your only son accompany with his sister to a high school party should send a red flags in any parent's mind. So what's the point in him being here away?
Thirty minutes into this so called bitchen party: John lost his terminator, had stepped in puke, walked in on a couple gettin' it on, was offered one of their sweet little toxins . . .
And all he wanted to do now was go home. Badly.
The room he was in was tightly packed with bodies and made it hard to move around. With unknown bodies brushing up against him the heat was unbearable as he made his way across the room.
He stopped cursing under his breath and scanned room.
All the many face he vaguely remembered from school, each one part taking in one or many illegal acts of teenage rebellion. But she was no where to be seen. Where the hell was she? He continued to scan the rest of the room. Another cursed bubbled in his throat ready to come out, when he felt a small hand on his back. He fought back a pissed-off smile as he turned to face her, "Cam-"
The girl in front of him wasn't Cameron, but she did have dark curls that framing small face her face. She was shorter then him and she looked familiar. He nodded at her his lips press together in a faint smile, continuing to scanning the room. But still didn't spot her, he looked back at the girl. Her smile widened but he could not place a name to her face.
"Clear history." She stated, a knowingness in her eyes.
"My what?" His voice sounding more annoyed then he wanted it to, but the fact remained. He was still stuck in this hot sweaty hell-hole with people he didn't know brushing up against him and he wasn't about to play into someone's Jedi mind tricks, for kicks.
"Your history." Her voice still calm angering him further. 'My history?' He questioned, he didn't voice his thoughts aloud from fear of sound more like idiot. He stared at him, she smiled back, and he felt more annoyed. His eyes fixed on her, she smiled sweetly, and he started to glare but instead widened at the sudden realization who this girl was.
"Whose Charley Dixon?" He looked up from the store lap top. "You shouldn't surf with the demo," She pointed up at a large monitor. He blinked at his monitor and back at the larger one behind him. 'Shit' He cursed in his mind his fingers already gliding over the keys closing his windows. He looked up from the computer but the sales person wasn't there any more. "Clear you history too?" Her voice coming from the left of him.
He finally remembered her from his short-lived 'statue' life when he had run away from his prison and found himself at the Valley Square Mall. But he didn't remember her ever telling him her name, and that frustrated him.
"Tamara," She gave a flirtatious smile and she held out her hand, "but you can Tam."
"John." He said unconsciously, panic overwhelmed him tightening his chest.
A bunch of 'what if' scenario played over in his head. 'What if she remembered him? Duh of course she did. But what if . . . she remembers what Charley? What if she's a terminator?' He looked down at her from his thoughts. He looked her over (she blushed but kept smiling) 'Nah, she couldn't be she far to small . . .' He insisted. She couldn't be, her statue in size is limited thus making it impossible-John mentally smacked himself. He almost forgot about his favorite little terminator, since Uncle Bob used to be the only reprogrammed terminator he knew from his. A rather largely built terminator from his childhood. He had a the bod' of a body-builder and the guns to prove it, literally.
Compare to him she was small, insignificant, frail, but certainly not weak. He remembered the first time he met her, her warm smile radiating happiness and her eyes filled curiosity. But since they came to the future the girl she didn't any more smile if she did he wasn't around to see it nor did her eyes show any emotion. They were just brown, cold, and mechanical. Heartless even, her smile seam to fade in his memory almost like it never happened.
Speak of the little terminator, John looked up. His eyes narrowed straight ahead of him just ten feet away from him she stood on the top of the stairs smiling. His mouth felt dry and his chest started to tighten as he looked at her through glaring eyes. From across the room ten feet away smiling but it wasn't the same smile she did when she was undercover. Before he found out about her mission and her true intentions.
He knew she was just a cold heartless robot with no emotions to speak of. He knew she was simulating emotion to pass as human. But he couldn't help but feel hurt inside, to hell with that damn terminator. Blinking rapidly he giving his undivided attention to, "Tam was it?" She smiled handing him an already open beer bottle.
Thirty Minutes Earlier
Cameron entered the house John just behind her. She scanned the crowed rooms and crowed hallways for potential threats. She didn't find any but did find high concentrated levels of alcohol, testosterone, and adrenaline.
She looked back, watched him keeping a ten foot radius from him to try and keep him as safe as possible. She kept her distance from him following his order of 'don't be a freak'! He made his way through the crowd and up a flight of stairs. She concluded to use their lavatories or something.
She followed blending in with the house. Tailing him she saw him slip and cursed out loud, lifting his shoe the bottom of it was covered in a green chunky substance. He cursed again and began to whipping the green substance off on the floor.
Looking at him she scanned his body, it was dangeriously low on serotonin and meaing he was on the brink of being seriously pissed off.
He opened the one of door his body jerked back at what he saw, and he ran down the stairs. Not noticing her, she blinked at how close he came to her without realizing her presence. She stood watch still keeping her ten foot radius from him from the bottom of the steps.
A hand was about to touch her when her head whipped around to see who it was before they came into contact. She looked at him, she remembered he was one of John's colleagues from school. She stared up at him blankly.
"Cameron, right?" Her facial expression still blank.
"It's me Bobby. Robert from school? I'd invited you, remember me?" Hesitant she nodded. Similating anxious she let out a nervous giggle and he continued to speak. Uninterested she scanned the crowds for John. Bobby pointed over her shoulders at someone. Her eyes homed in to who he pointed it was John and someone else. "And that's my sister over their with your brother." He mumbled, she did not like how close he was.
Cameron wanted to move away from him and luckily she was pulled away from him. Unluckily that someone seemed to take hold of her, moving her body against her own will. He grinned down at her suddenly he'd spun her around and pulled her back close. Her brown hair twirled along with her short black skirt and stop as she was pressed against him. She looked up at him with curiosity.
John twirled her again, and she landed with her back pressed tight against his chest. Disappointed she pulled away from him with mechanical force. But wasn't as disappointed when she didn't walk away. He watched her body sway to music her eyes closed in concentration as she danced.
He pulled her back once more into his arms so close that he could feel himself exhale into her back.
The sweet scent of his breath felt hot against the naked skin of her neck. She looked up at him, his lips just above her own.
All around them they could not hear any sounds, the music seam to have stopped, and all that was heard was the sound of one beating heart. His lips hung dangerous close above hers and seem to get closer, his breath now tickled her face from their close proximity. She tilted her head back drawing closer to him to complete the gab between them. But he was jerked violently away from her and hit the floor hard with a load thud.
"Dude your fucking sick, you know that?" Bobby said looking down at him and pointed with disgust. John didn't look up feeling a little woozy and disorientated and glared at the floor His judgment was impaired and dancing with Cameron didn't make it any better either with the adrenaline and the alcohol already bumping in his blood.
"She your fucking sister!" Bobby screamed pointing at John to Cameron. She blinked and tilted her head.
"You," He grabbed John by his collar with his free hand he pulled from his face, "Sick son of a-"
"Thank you for explaining." Cameron said grabbing his fist before it came into contact with John. She twisted his index finger so that his palm lay flat his fingers cracked in pain and let go John's collar. With little force she flung him across the room slamming into a nearby coffee table. He crashed into the table and was out cold. A short brunette appeared by his side as Cameron looked back at John.
"C'mon lets go home." Smiling she kneeled slugging one of John's arm over her neck and lifted them off the ground with ease. The most party-goers watched her as she did this, the rest were probably to wasted to care. She scanned the crowd and located the door and existed. It was going to be along walk home.
So that was chapter two. Sweat drops I'm so-sorry it took me so long to update I got a bad case of laziness and procrastination! Grins guiltily, but don't worry this IS NOT the ENDING. For one thing I left a to many loss ends and it was not as fluffy as I wanted it to be. And that makes me unbelievably angry with myself. So I promise you this: the next chapter will be the last chapter for sure and it will be fluffy.
Eh-but I don't think it'll be that long roughly around five hundred to thousand words if I'm lucky.
And I SWEAR I'm still going to write that next chapter of 36B . . . right after I complete this story. xSmiles evilyx Thank you so much to the people who commented in both my stories and put up with my slothfulness (My greatest sin besides gluttony.) I really appreciate it!
Please review if you find any spelling or grammer mistakes (I just wanted to get this as soon as possible, so I didn't check as well as I'd like to), and most of all feed back I would like to hear what you think.