Author's Note: And so it must end...yes yes, I'm finishing this one, but as always, I am leaving it very open to a sequel...a very fun sequel that I have a great idea for, and will probably begin writing right away. (MeGIANT WHALE PENIS!) Anyway, the set up is very obvious. Thanks for everyone who read, reveiwed and put up with the drama of this little tale of mine!
Disclaimer: As if it needs to be said, I own nothing and no one.
Chapter 14: On The Way
Julie slammed her dorm door and plopped on her bed, her arms crossed across her chest. She was livid, she couldn't even bring herself to call Abby she was so mad. How dare they? They had told her to choose, and she had chosen, at least on some surface level. Yes, part of her still wanted to be with Portman, but she also had to be real, it did not seem likely to happen, and even if it did what was the point? They really didn't have anything in common, except that they liked to make out with each other, and he was still keeping that damn secret from her, well, from everyone. She heard a knock on the door and walked over to open it, before she could say anything she found herself lost in a deep passionate kiss. She kissed back, just as passionately and then pulled out.
"Wow," she said blinking. "Um, yeah, Wow."
"Still no sparks?" Scot said, with a confident smirk.
"We are way past sparks," She smiled and grabbed his shirt pulling him into the room. He reached out and closed the door behind him and started kissing her again. She pulled him over to the bed and lay down, never once breaking their connection. "Scot?" She whispered as he started kissing her neck. "Behind my ears."
"What?" He asked, pulling back slightly.
"That's where it tickles," She said, "try it." He laughed and started kissing her again, moving her long hair out of the way and then lowered his mouth to the soft skin behind her ear and kissed it softly, then slipped his tongue out. She giggled and pulled away as a reflex. "See?"
"Mmm," he said, "I see." He sat up. "Julie, I can't be this guy, I'm not."
"What do you mean?" She asked sitting up.
"I mean, I'm not the guy who makes out with girls in the locker room and who thinks of kissing you in the tickly places," he sighed, "it's not who I am. I really like you Julie, but if there's anyone who gets the lets be real with each other thing it's you. So, I'll kiss you plenty, and when you're ready to again, we'll do that thing you liked on Saturday," She giggled shyly, "But I'm not going to change, I'm never going to be him, I'm never going to feel you up in a hallway, or what did you say on Saturday? Right, shove you down on a bed and have my way with you. And if that's what you want, then, you're with the wrong guy."
"But I want you," She said, and went to kiss him again, he shook his head. "No, Scot I do. I don't want you to be him, I want you to be you."
"When you said that you could love him," Scot asked, "was that an impulse, or what?"
"No, it wasn't an impulse," Julie sighed, "I could, but not if he won't let me in. I could love you too, I think, will you let me?"
"No more expecting me to do weird Portmany things to you?" He asked her, "Seriously, I mean, if you really like the behind the ears thing, then I'll do it occasionally, but licking behind your ears kind of freaks me out."
"I just didn't want to keep it a secret from you," she said quietly, using a seductive whisper, and putting her arms around his neck, "I didn't want him to have done anything to me that you hadn't. You did it better."
"Oh God Julie," He kissed her, "You swear you're not ready?"
"I'm sorry," she said, letting him kiss her again, "Did I say I wasn't ready?" Scot smiled, and kissed her deeply again, they lowered each other down.
"My dad got laid off," Portman said, quietly, approaching Julie at her locker the next morning.
"What?" She turned to him.
"My dad lost his job," He said, "I had to work after school, so did Tony." Julie nodded, picturing his older brother in her head, "That's why I didn't come."
"Why didn't you tell me?" She said. "If I had known, I wouldn't have, we could have worked it out."
"Julie," he said, "You've never had a hard day in your life, I didn't think you'd see it as a real reason."
"You really don't know me as well as I thought you did," she sighed and started walking away. "I chose him, Dean."
"Yeah," he nodded, and followed after her, "I know, but I thought after yesterday,"
"No," She shook her head, "Dean, I chose him."
"Oh," he said understanding. "Right, of course, so no you and me?"
"No," she shook her head. "I'm really sorry. About everything, I mean, your family, the whole Scot thing, everything. I meant what I said on Sunday though, I do want to be your friend."
"Babe," He laughed, "I can't be friends with you, every time I look at you I want to jump you."
"You could give it another shot with Alexis," She shrugged, "She seemed really into you."
"What would I want with some fucking Muffy?" He winked at her, and she smiled wide. She knew that he had said that for her, "Nah, I'll just keep on not letting them own me, as long as you promise me the same."
"I promise," Julie smiled, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for understanding."
Julie skipped towards the docks, obscenely giddy. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing a white blouse tied up over her bathing suit top and jean shorts. Scot had given her an exact description of his boat. She saw it and him standing on it, smiled, she ran and jumped into his arms kissing him.
"I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too," he laughed. "So," He stepped off the deck and then helped her to the dock, "What's the agenda?"
"Well," she sighed, "The Yacht Club is over there," she pointed, "Which is where my parents are waiting for us to lunch, and then we have to bail Abby out of an afternoon with her deb escort and we leave in the morning."
"And I'm meeting the parents," He smiled, putting his arm around her, "Wait, wait, 'This is Scot, he was the goalie for the varsity team at my school!'"
"Shut up," She hit him, "I never should have told you that, no, it will be 'This is Scot, my amazing boyfriend," He smiled and kissed her, "Who I love," he kissed her again, "and I can't wait to have lots of amazing,"
"Yeah, leave that last part out," he laughed, cutting her off. She smiled at him. "So where do you want to sail to?"
"The end of the world," She said, stepping away but still holding his hand. He smiled as they walked, "But actually? There's this little town in Massachusetts, Charlie said he has a cousin there, Capeside?"
"I've been to Capeside," Scot laughed, "There's this great restaurant right at the dock, cute little brunette waitress,"
"Oh," Julie said, jokingly pulling her hand out of his, "I guess you could take her away on your boat then."
"Too bad I like blondes," he smirked, grabbing her arm and pulling her in, he kissed her. "Did I say I missed you yet?"
"Yes," she giggled, "Anyway, Charlie gave me a phone number," she pulled the piece of paper out of her pocket. "Pacey Whitter."
"Nice name," Scot laughed.
"You should talk Scooter," Julie rolled her eyes.
"There you are!" Abby said, walking up to them, "Hi Scot!"
"Hi Abby," He waved, "I hear we're rescuing you tonight."
"Oh no," She said a sarcastic smile plastered across her face, "He decided to come out with us. I think you'll like Richard, he's dull, has no personality beyond what the clubbers will let him, and has an inexplicable crush on me."
"Sounds like a winner," Scot laughed, "Well," he extended, his other arm and put it around Abby, "Shall we go to lunch and have me win over your parents?"
"Yes," Abby said, "Let's make me into a bigger disappointment."
"I'm excited," Julie giggled. "For everything."
Hmm...what will happen to Julie and Scot in Capeside? I don't know, perhaps they will encounter some more joyful agnst? I mean, it's Capeside, the agnst capital of the world, so it's HIGHLY likely. Anyway, thanks again for reading! Ciao!