Be You're Own Hero (Ahren Stringer Fanfic)

*Ahren's P.O.V.* (Chapter 10)

          I laid on the floor, looking up at this beautiful, sexy, crazy-hot woman sitting on me. I studied her. "Fuck.." I whispered.
          "Fuck." She said back dominantly.
           She leaned down and started aggressively making out with me. I know she's not drunk, we only had like one shot. But about that whole I know we're not going to have sex deal. Well, I don't know about that anymore. I mean I want to, fuck, I want to. But does she?
         Emily leaned back up and looked at me, biting her lip. My dick was very, very hard and very swollen. I don't know how much longer I could take this. She ran her fingers down my torso. It's an unexplainable feeling that her touch gives me... And it was only making it worse. She ran them down until she reached her own body, which was still on top of mine. She ran her fingers slightly over her thighs and took her shirt off, very, slowly.
          I started gently thrusting into her without control. I needed to have her. I sat up and started gently placing kisses on her neck. I wanted to leave hickeys all over her.
She wasn't lying when she said she wasn't who I thought she was -- and I like it.
I looked up at her beautiful body. I leaned in close to her and kissed her cheek. "Emmy? Are you sure you want to do this? Really I won't be mad if you don't." I explained.
She leaned back and looked at me and ran her hand along my cheek. She hugged me tightly. "You're right. I don't know why I'm rushing." She said as she smiled.
I kissed her quickly and joked "I mean I'm not always right but..." - Emily laughed and put my shirt back on and pushed me gently.
She stood up and offered me her hand which I gladly took and pulled her back down in my arms. She gasped and held onto me. "We should play more." I said. Emily grinned and moved across from me, setting the bottle and plate of limes between us.
"I believe it's your turn." I smiled. I noticed she avoided asking me if I've ever slept with a girl. Maybe she would get jealous if I have.
"Do you still smoke weed?" Emily asked.
"Well you see I only smoke if I'm stressed or sad or something. So do I drink to that?" I asked. She nodded so I took a swig.
"Do you still smoke Em?" I asked.
She put her head down almost as if she was thinking. "I smoke weed if I'm with a trustworthy friend and just wanna take the edge off. I only smoke cigarettes if I'm really really upset or hurt or depressed." She looked down and the bottle and took a sip. When she finally looked back up she looked at me and took a big breath. "Have you, Mr. Stringer, ever had sex with a girl?"
I looked at her, worried if I say yes if she will get hurt. "Oh yeah. Tons. At least one every night. Can't get enough. They're all the same." I said. I looked at her, she was wide eyed and slightly hurt. I laughed. "I'm kidding. I've had sex with one girl and it was disgusting. We were both drunk and it was stupid." I explained. She breathed out, relieved.
             "Do you think Joel is hot?" I asked while laughing. I made it out to be a joke but I really wanted to know.
              "Oh yeah. I'd totally sleep with him. I mean every band member is the same ammirite?" She said.
              "I know you're joking, but damn you're a little mean ass." I said while laughing.
              "Two can play your game." She said while smirking.
             "Do you have nightmares?" Emmy asked so innocently.
              "No not really. I haven't had one in a long time honestly. I kind of wish I could have one to remember what it's like." I explained.
               "They're not fun. I think something's wrong with me. I have them every night." Emily explained.
                "Nothing's wrong with you, it just happens to some people. You know you can wake me up if you get scared tonight." I stated.
               She looked at me and smiled. "Okay."
               "Okay." I said.
                "WOW AHREN THAT'S SO GAY. WE'RE QUOTING THE FAULT IN OUR STARS NOW?" She said while laughing. She laid back on the floor, as she was a little tipsy, and held onto her stomach as she laughed.
             I laughed at her and said "let's watch movies on your bed until you fall asleep."
             She stopped laughing and smiled at me. She took a few more swigs of vodka, coughed, bit the lime, then looked at me. "I'm drunk Ahren and I'm trusting you to keep me safe."
             I laughed at her. "Okay babe."  She blushed.
             "Also I kind of can't stand up. My legs feel weak. Carry me?" She asked.
             "Lazyyyyyyy." I stated as I laughed and stood up. I picked her up and she held on to the back of my neck. I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. "I'll be right back sweetie." I told her. She nodded and laid down. It was about 12:30p.m. at the moment so I knew she was tired. I went downstairs and fixed a glass of water for us and put two tylenols in a baggie for her. I brought a box a pop tarts up in case we got hungry during the movie. I made my way back up to her room, trying my best not to drop anything or spill the water. I pushed her door open with my foot and set the stuff down on her table. "I'm back what movie do you wanna wat-" I looked at her. She was passed out. I gently folded her blankets back and tucked her in. "Goodnight Em" I said as I kissed her head. She shuffled lightly. So beautiful.
             I went back to my room and laid down. Asleep.
            *It's 3a.m. And Ahren wakes up randomly. He goes to check on Emily.*
            As I made my way to her room, I stopped at the door. Should I knock? If she's asleep she won't answer but I don't want to wake her up. I knocked gently and cracked the door. "Em?" I said quietly. No answer. I slid the door opened and walked in. I went directly to her bed and parted the covers lightly -- exposing -- nothing. She wasn't there. I looked at her table and her phone was there so I know she didn't run off. I decided to check the balcony, and sure enough, she was there, sitting on railing, smoking weed.
            I opened the left door slowly, trying not to make a noise. I quickly made my way to her and grabbed her quickly then pulled her to me, making sure she wouldn't fall. She yelled quite loudly and started thrashing. I ended up lightly bruising her sides, of course not meaning to, just didn't want her to fall. She dropped the joint in the process.
          I grabbed under her knees and pulled her over the railing and sat down with her in my lap in her chair outside.
          "What the hell are you doing? You scared me!" She whisper-yelled at me.
          "I came to check on you. What were you doing on the railing Em? You could've fell." I told her.
          "I wouldn't have fell. It's a 6" board. I have room." She explained.
          "Don't do that anymore, okay?" I asked.
           "But I'll be fi-"
           "Emily please just don't do that unless I'm here okay?" I cut her off and asked once more.
           "Okay baby..." She put her head down "I'm sorry"
           I lifted her chin up and kissed her gently. "Now are you going to tell me why you were smoking?" I asked.
          "I had a couple joints in a little box of stuff under my bed and I knew you'd be in my room a lot more now so I didn't want you finding them and thinking I've bought them because I'm hanging out with other people and-" I cut her off once again.
         "You're not in trouble or anything love. I just thought you were upset or something. You don't have to hide that stuff from me. I trust you." I explained. She blushed. "But gosh, you're smoking cheap shit. Let's go to my room." I smirked. I took her hand and led her to my room.
          She sat down on my bed and looked around. I just realized she's never really been in it long enough to see everything. "I'm gonna go grab those pop tarts in case we get hungry." I stated.
          She looked down, smiled, and blushed. "Okay." She said.
           I thought to myself that maybe she was shyer when she's high. Then I picked up the poptart box, and realized, she ate all of them! That little girl ate this whole box of poptarts! I laughed to myself. I went back to my room and said "let's go out, if you're still hungry!" I laughed. She nodded.  "First let's smoke some. I don't condone to driving under the influence, so we can just skate there. But I'm making you wear a helmet with a reflective light just in case." I stated. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
             I walked over to my bed and opened the chest that was at the end of it. I pulled out my bong, sat it down, and grabbed a dime bag of kush. I didn't want to smoke too much and I didn't want her getting too high. I looked over at her. "You alright?" I asked concerned.
          "I've never hit a bong before." She admitted.
           "That's okay. It might hurt a little the first couple times but just take it slow and don't take hits too big." I told her.
           "Ahren..." She looked up at me with that concerned face.
            "What's wrong sweetie?" I scooted closer to her.
            "I'm in two moods when I'm high..." She stated.
            "And what's that?" I asked.
            "Hungry" she licked her top lip "and horny." She bit her bottom lip.
            I breathed out heavily. "God damn Emily... You're so fucking sexy." I scooted close to her and whispered in her ear, "As much as I'd like to bend you over, make you scream my name, and fuck your brains out... I know you're not ready for that. When you're ready, and quite frankly when I'm ready, we will okay?" I told her.
          She smiled up to me and nodded, breathing slightly heavier. I grabbed the stuff and sat it between her legs, which were between mine. I put one small bud in the bowl. She lit it, took the hit, and kept it down for as long as she could. She breathed out slowly, gaining control. Coughed twice, and looked back at me. "What is it?" I asked her.
           "This shit is really good." She stated. I laughed at her. It's so funny hearing her cuss. She took three more hits and called it quits. So I took over.
            I took five large hits from the bong and put the rest away. I stood up, grabbed her a helmet, put it on her, and headed downstairs. As we hit the top stair of the second floor, she stopped. I realized why. She still wasn't wearing pants. I definitely wouldn't want her going out like that. People might hit on her, and her being the sweet girl she is, she wouldn't know what to do. She ran back upstairs and I waited outside for her, grabbing our boards. I had already put on clothes for bed, so I was technically wearing pajamas. I hoped she'd come out in some too. I was wearing jogging pants and a loose gengar shirt. My hair was quite messy but that's alright. She came out wearing jogging pants and a haunter shirt, laughing. I pulled her to me and laughed at her. "This is selfie worthy." I stated. I pulled out my phone and quickly snapped a picture. She wasn't wearing eyeliner. Just mascara. Her hair was in a high ponytail. And she looked absolutely beautiful. She grabbed her board, I grabbed mine, and we skated to Denny's which wasn't too far from the house, but far enough for you to be thankful that you've finally reached the place.
            We sat down and the waitress ordered our drinks. It was around 5a.m. So the early birds should start showing up soon. Emily ordered iced coffee. She REALLY drinks a lot of coffee. I don't know how she keeps her teeth so beautifully white.
            I don't know how she's not a  wreck from all of the stuff that's happened to her.
           As we were eating, and laughing, two girls, obviously into our music walked up to the table.
The first girl spoke shyly, "Hi... Im a really big fan of your music and I was wondering if me and my friend could get a quick picture."
          I smiled up at her. "Of course! It's nice to meet you.." I asked for their names. "Yes it's nice to meet you Koriana and Madison." They smiled brightly. I loved seeing fans.
            Emily took a picture of me and the two girls and we sat back down. They were very respectful which I really appreciated.
             I looked up at the beautiful girl sitting across from me, poking at food on her plate. "Are you alright sweetheart?" I asked.
            "How did you not have sex with the beautiful girls?" She asked. "There's tons of women that throw themselves at you and they're so beautiful. How did you deny this?"
             I smiled at her, "Is someone jealous of two highschool fans?"
             She looked down. "I'm jealous of them. Not because of what just happened but because they're so pretty. But anyways, no I'm not jealous. I'm just curious. Why did you deny all of these women that love you?" She asked.
            "They don't really love me. And because I wanted to be able to say that the girl who took my virginity actually meant something to me..." I looked down, embarrassed "but I can't." I ended.
            "No ones in their right mind when their drunk." She stated and rubbed my hand.
            "You said that you kind of had sex? Can you elaborate?" I asked shyly.
            "Yeah of course, but keep in mind, this is really embarrassing." I nodded. "I was fifteen years old. I had been in a relationship with this seemingly really nice guy named Chaz. He asked me if I was ready for sex and I was really intimidated by this and said no. Well he knew how insecure I was and I think he used it against me. One day we were alone at his house for a couple hours and he was kissing me and started touching me. I backed off and told him I wasn't ready and he just kept saying 'Come on baby. Let me show you how sexy you are. I'll show you how beautiful you can be. Don't you want to feel good about yourself?'. I didn't know what to do. So I laid down on his bed and let him have his way with me. His tiny ass penis didn't even pop my cherry by the way. I just remember walking home and crying a lot. Knowing I'd never get that back. I would never be able to share that with my true love. And those days after that he kept wanting to do me but I just couldn't. I emotionally couldn't. Then one day he was just relentless and I lost my temper and yelled at him and he broke up with me." She explained. I rubbed her hand with mine. "That's why I'm so happy you stop me. I throw myself at you because I'm scared if I don't make you feel good you'll get tired of me." She stated.                       
         I pulled my hand away as I was quite hurt by her remark. "I'm not that kind of guy Emily." I stated harshly. I knew she didn't mean it in that way, but for some reason, it hurt that she was throwing herself at me for that reason.
            "No Ahren I know! I didn't mean it like that! I swear. I'm sorry. I swear I know you're not like that. You're the best guy I've ever met!" She explained.
           "I know you didn't mean it like that. It's alright." I half-smiled. "Let's get back home and go to sleep in my room." I told her.
              And we did.