Be My Hero

Chapter Three (part two)

No, I'm not dead! No, I haven't forgotten you! Hey everyone, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in AGES, but I've been up to ninety working on 100 other projects. But I've stayed up far too late to write the second part for you guys. Will hopefully have more story in a day or two. Love you all!

P.S. there's a little bit of graphic-ness in this chapter, so that's why it's rated pg13 this time around. Just a bit of fighting and suggestiveness.

(Part two)

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“The Strong boys asked us to a bonfire?” Ali sputtered as we got dressed. Us; hah!

“Micah did, yeah…why?”

“They’re just usually kind of… I don’t know; standoffish. I mean, I'm just really surprised that they asked-” she cut herself off when she was about to say ‘you’. “So, what do you have for an outfit?” I looked down at my jean shorts and gray sweatshirt.

“I'm just going to wear this.” I say and flop, belly-side down on to the air mattress. I know she’s staring at me, but if I look up, she’ll say that I should change. She bustles in her closet and pulls out black, flower-printed leggings and a long purple t-shirt and lays it out on the bed. Then she strips right in front of me as if I'm not even there. She puts on a push up bra that makes her look far older than she actually is and pulls the clothes on without bothering with underwear.

“Geez Ali, I'm still in the room.” I say turning to my side.

“Sorry, I got used to changing in front of people at St. Helen’s,” her eyes glaze over as she thinks back, but thankfully she doesn’t cry. “Should I wear heels or…” she looks down at my converse sneakers and then down at her legging-ed feet.

“It would be stupid to wear heels-we have to cross the sand to get to the bonfire and we’d never make it with you in heels.” She sighs loudly and goes through a long process of changing. She keeps the shirt and puts on faded blue shorts with holes all throughout. It’s the first time she’s worn them as the tags are still on. Why would you buy shorts like that?

“Ready?” she asks rhetorically and walks out, expecting me to follow. I heave myself off of the mattress and go with her to the kitchen. “Bye mumsy!” she gives Aunt Claire a kiss on each cheek and turns on heel.

“Bye girls, have fun! Be back by midnight!” she tells us and goes to the living room where she and Grayson are going to watch a movie. I give them a smile and follow Ali out to the beach, where she clearly knows where she’s headed.

“So, I take it you know where we’re going?” I ask and she just laughs.

“Of course I do; Micah and I go way back.” Right.

I can see the shadows up ahead and soon enough I can hear the sound of music and laughter. A single shadow emerges from the crowd and jogs toward us. As the figure reaches us, I see that it is Micah, and put on my best smile. Now, don’t get me wrong, I normally don’t get fluttery or flirty around guys, but sometimes when I'm standing next to Ali…I feel like I should try a bit more. This time, however, I didn’t have to.

“Hey Hero,” he says with a grin. “Glad you could make it—” he stopped when he saw Ali. But it wasn’t the kind of stop where the guy checks out my friend. It was one of those ‘who the hell is this?’ looks.

“Oh, this is my cousin, Ali,” I offer as minimally as possible. “Ali, this is Micah.”

“How d’you do?” and I swear, she curtseyed. He looked from her to me.