Post by Æschere on Feb 4, 2009 20:31:09 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Travis drummed his fingers on the counter, watching a few people shop around the store. He could really tell who had a clue about guitars just by a glance, no person who wanted a good quality guitar would come to Music Mania, they'd go to a better quality store. Still, Travis felt it was his duty to work here and share his knowledge about guitars.
"Excuse me?" A voice asked.
He turned his head slightly to look at a girl, maybe his age, standing slightly to his left. She had straight blonde hair down to her tanned shoulders and was looking at him with dark green eyes. His eyes lingered momentarily at her chest, examining the low cut tank top. "Yes?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.
"I was just wondering," she said, leaning in towards him and lowering her voice to a whisper, "I'm getting a birthday present for my brother over there." she motioned with her eyes to a ten year old standing nearby, looking around the store. "Should I get a Bingley or a Zest?"
Travis shook his head slightly, "Neither."
"What?" she asked and he laughed slightly.
"You're better off just leaving this store without anything."
The girl cocked an eyebrow, looking puzzled and Travis took the opportunity to lean in and give her a soft kiss. After a few seconds he drew his face away, "Believe me, invest your money in a Fender or an Alverez, your brother will be more than pleased."
The girl nodded, still looking a little dazed from the kiss, "Alright..." she said, "Thank you."
Travis nodded, giving her a smile, "My pleasure."
She returned the smile and walked away, tapping her brother on the shoulder and walking out the door. Travis took a second to stare after her, noticing the thong peaking slightly out of the top of her jeans.
Feeling more than a little aroused, Travis sat down, attempting to cross his legs. Lucky for him there were no more hot women at the store at this point and the feeling quickly passed. Bored, he set his head down on the glass counter, staring down at the lines of pics.
As soon as the white light at the bottom of the case started to give him a headache he heard a familiar voice "Hey, Etie."
He picked his head back up and leaned back in his seat, his vision slightly messed up from the light. He saw Savannah leaning over the counter, her cleavage exposed from the low cut tank top.
"Jesus Christ..." Travis muttered, the aroused feeling returning.
"You're giving me a ride home, Mom says." Savannah said, running her fingers through her bleached-blonde hair.
"As if she's my mom..." Travis muttered.
"Don't be like that. When do you get off?"
Travis glanced at the clock, "Five, four, three, two, now." he said, standing up uncomfortably.
"Nice boner." Savannah said, laughing slightly.
"Nice chest..." Travis muttered, walking into the backroom where his boss was sitting at a desk. "I'm taking off" he told him.
The man peered up from behind his glasses, "Now?"
"Yeah. Shift's over."
"I guess you're right..." the boss said, "Do you know where Kathy is?"
"Umm no. But you can find her. I really need to get out of here."
"Have a nice weekend..."
"You too, Sir." Travis said, turning around and walking out.
Savannah was waiting for him and the walked out of the store together. "Thanks for driving me by the way." she told him as he pulled out his car keys and opened the mall door.
"It's no problem..." he said, glancing down at her chest, "I was headed home anyway..."
"No hot dates then?" Savannah asked, rolling her eyes.
"Nope. I get to pleasure myself tonight." Travis muttered, smiling lightly.
"Okay. Gross."
"Are you saying you don't masturbate?" Travis asked, laughing.
"Nope, I get the real deal."
Travis just shook his head, "I'm supposed to believe that then? Savannah, you may be hot, but I know for a fact that you're a virgin."
"How's that?" Savannah asked.
"Because..."
"Because why?" Savannah pressed on.
"Because you'd write it in your journal..."
"So..?" Savannah asked.
"Nevermind." Travis said, laughing again.
"Wait- you read my journal?!" She asked, her eyes growing wide.
Travis nodded, "Don't worry, I think my eyes are gorgeous too."
"Oh that's just cold..."
Travis unlocked the car, getting into the drivers seat. Savannah sat down next to him, glaring at him. "I really just can't believe you..."
"Is it that surprising?" Travis asked, putting his hand on her leg and backing out of the parking space.
"Not at all..." Savannah muttered, "Totally one hundred percent predictable."
Travis smiled, "Yup."
Savannah leaned her head back, putting her hand on his, playing around with his fingers. Travis squeezed her hand gently, keeping his other on the wheel. Why was he holding hands with his adoptive sister? He wondered. Did it even really matter?
She sighed and said, "So yeah, I'm a virgin..." she pulled her hand away from his and put it on his leg, sliding it towards his zipper. "But I can do other stuff."
"Sav, I'm driving." Travis said, rolling his eyes slightly.
"I can see... Pull over."
"Seriously?" Travis asked, "No... Your mom's gonna have a fit if I don't get you home."
"She's not even home... She and Dad are going out to dinner..."
"Tyler will have a fit then." Travis muttered.
"Excuses..."
Travis squeezed her leg slightly, "No, just being reasonable."
By the time the five minute car ride was over, Savannah was asleep. Both of her hands were placed on Travis's and he slowly pulled away. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger's side, unbuckling her and picking her up in his arms. She stirred slightly and as he opened the front door she muttered something.
"What?"
"Thanks..."
He smiled and walked up the stairs, turning into her bedroom and stepping around all of the cardboard boxes she had yet to unpack. He laid her down in her bed and pulled the blankets over her. As he began to walk out of the room she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the side of the bed where she gave him a quick kiss. As soon as she pulled away, she turned her back and he walked out, turning off the light.
As soon as he opened his bedroom door he heard Tyler say from the room next to his, "Stay away from my sister."
Travis rolled his eyes, "What the fuck are you talking about, Tyler?"
Tyler stepped out of his room and said, "You just fucking carried her inside. Wait, let me guess, you were being nice?'
Travis glared at him, "Seriously, I'm not in the mood to start a fight. And yeah, I was. She's my sister, I wouldn't do anything with her... Ever."
"She's not your sister!" Tyler said, "Seriously, since when have you even considered yourself part of this family?"
Travis turned his back and started walking to the stairs, his hands clenched into fists.
"I mean," Tyler continued, trying to get at him, "Since when did we ever consider you part of our family? Seriously, I can see how your mom got sick of you. Sick of you and your gay, french dad."
At this Travis whirled around, punching him in the face. As he fell to the ground, hand to his nose, travis took the opportunity to storm down the stairs and out of the house, slamming the door.
He stormed across the lawn and into the street. He walked for a while, unsure of where he was going exactly. After a few minutes he just sat down on the curb, watching a light flicker from a window on the house in front of him.
Travis drummed his fingers on the counter, watching a few people shop around the store. He could really tell who had a clue about guitars just by a glance, no person who wanted a good quality guitar would come to Music Mania, they'd go to a better quality store. Still, Travis felt it was his duty to work here and share his knowledge about guitars.
"Excuse me?" A voice asked.
He turned his head slightly to look at a girl, maybe his age, standing slightly to his left. She had straight blonde hair down to her tanned shoulders and was looking at him with dark green eyes. His eyes lingered momentarily at her chest, examining the low cut tank top. "Yes?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.
"I was just wondering," she said, leaning in towards him and lowering her voice to a whisper, "I'm getting a birthday present for my brother over there." she motioned with her eyes to a ten year old standing nearby, looking around the store. "Should I get a Bingley or a Zest?"
Travis shook his head slightly, "Neither."
"What?" she asked and he laughed slightly.
"You're better off just leaving this store without anything."
The girl cocked an eyebrow, looking puzzled and Travis took the opportunity to lean in and give her a soft kiss. After a few seconds he drew his face away, "Believe me, invest your money in a Fender or an Alverez, your brother will be more than pleased."
The girl nodded, still looking a little dazed from the kiss, "Alright..." she said, "Thank you."
Travis nodded, giving her a smile, "My pleasure."
She returned the smile and walked away, tapping her brother on the shoulder and walking out the door. Travis took a second to stare after her, noticing the thong peaking slightly out of the top of her jeans.
Feeling more than a little aroused, Travis sat down, attempting to cross his legs. Lucky for him there were no more hot women at the store at this point and the feeling quickly passed. Bored, he set his head down on the glass counter, staring down at the lines of pics.
As soon as the white light at the bottom of the case started to give him a headache he heard a familiar voice "Hey, Etie."
He picked his head back up and leaned back in his seat, his vision slightly messed up from the light. He saw Savannah leaning over the counter, her cleavage exposed from the low cut tank top.
"Jesus Christ..." Travis muttered, the aroused feeling returning.
"You're giving me a ride home, Mom says." Savannah said, running her fingers through her bleached-blonde hair.
"As if she's my mom..." Travis muttered.
"Don't be like that. When do you get off?"
Travis glanced at the clock, "Five, four, three, two, now." he said, standing up uncomfortably.
"Nice boner." Savannah said, laughing slightly.
"Nice chest..." Travis muttered, walking into the backroom where his boss was sitting at a desk. "I'm taking off" he told him.
The man peered up from behind his glasses, "Now?"
"Yeah. Shift's over."
"I guess you're right..." the boss said, "Do you know where Kathy is?"
"Umm no. But you can find her. I really need to get out of here."
"Have a nice weekend..."
"You too, Sir." Travis said, turning around and walking out.
Savannah was waiting for him and the walked out of the store together. "Thanks for driving me by the way." she told him as he pulled out his car keys and opened the mall door.
"It's no problem..." he said, glancing down at her chest, "I was headed home anyway..."
"No hot dates then?" Savannah asked, rolling her eyes.
"Nope. I get to pleasure myself tonight." Travis muttered, smiling lightly.
"Okay. Gross."
"Are you saying you don't masturbate?" Travis asked, laughing.
"Nope, I get the real deal."
Travis just shook his head, "I'm supposed to believe that then? Savannah, you may be hot, but I know for a fact that you're a virgin."
"How's that?" Savannah asked.
"Because..."
"Because why?" Savannah pressed on.
"Because you'd write it in your journal..."
"So..?" Savannah asked.
"Nevermind." Travis said, laughing again.
"Wait- you read my journal?!" She asked, her eyes growing wide.
Travis nodded, "Don't worry, I think my eyes are gorgeous too."
"Oh that's just cold..."
Travis unlocked the car, getting into the drivers seat. Savannah sat down next to him, glaring at him. "I really just can't believe you..."
"Is it that surprising?" Travis asked, putting his hand on her leg and backing out of the parking space.
"Not at all..." Savannah muttered, "Totally one hundred percent predictable."
Travis smiled, "Yup."
Savannah leaned her head back, putting her hand on his, playing around with his fingers. Travis squeezed her hand gently, keeping his other on the wheel. Why was he holding hands with his adoptive sister? He wondered. Did it even really matter?
She sighed and said, "So yeah, I'm a virgin..." she pulled her hand away from his and put it on his leg, sliding it towards his zipper. "But I can do other stuff."
"Sav, I'm driving." Travis said, rolling his eyes slightly.
"I can see... Pull over."
"Seriously?" Travis asked, "No... Your mom's gonna have a fit if I don't get you home."
"She's not even home... She and Dad are going out to dinner..."
"Tyler will have a fit then." Travis muttered.
"Excuses..."
Travis squeezed her leg slightly, "No, just being reasonable."
By the time the five minute car ride was over, Savannah was asleep. Both of her hands were placed on Travis's and he slowly pulled away. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger's side, unbuckling her and picking her up in his arms. She stirred slightly and as he opened the front door she muttered something.
"What?"
"Thanks..."
He smiled and walked up the stairs, turning into her bedroom and stepping around all of the cardboard boxes she had yet to unpack. He laid her down in her bed and pulled the blankets over her. As he began to walk out of the room she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the side of the bed where she gave him a quick kiss. As soon as she pulled away, she turned her back and he walked out, turning off the light.
As soon as he opened his bedroom door he heard Tyler say from the room next to his, "Stay away from my sister."
Travis rolled his eyes, "What the fuck are you talking about, Tyler?"
Tyler stepped out of his room and said, "You just fucking carried her inside. Wait, let me guess, you were being nice?'
Travis glared at him, "Seriously, I'm not in the mood to start a fight. And yeah, I was. She's my sister, I wouldn't do anything with her... Ever."
"She's not your sister!" Tyler said, "Seriously, since when have you even considered yourself part of this family?"
Travis turned his back and started walking to the stairs, his hands clenched into fists.
"I mean," Tyler continued, trying to get at him, "Since when did we ever consider you part of our family? Seriously, I can see how your mom got sick of you. Sick of you and your gay, french dad."
At this Travis whirled around, punching him in the face. As he fell to the ground, hand to his nose, travis took the opportunity to storm down the stairs and out of the house, slamming the door.
He stormed across the lawn and into the street. He walked for a while, unsure of where he was going exactly. After a few minutes he just sat down on the curb, watching a light flicker from a window on the house in front of him.