Abaddon

Chapter 4: Starbucks, Stealing Cars, and Back Massages

I felt his breath on my neck, even and slow. He was still asleep as I wandered into the bathroom to take a warm shower. After which I had an intense craving for Starbucks. I could hear Christian's guitar playing through the wall as I got dressed, meaning I could borrow his car and go into town. Walking back into my bedroom, I find Mason, still sleeping, and muttering to himself in his sleep. I kiss his forehead lightly and walk downstairs.

"Hey Christian, I'm borrowing your car." Yelling up the stairs insured that I wouldn't get a no. I grab his keys off the counter and make my way out to the garage with my wallet. Fleur is reading a book on the front lawn when I walk outside.

"Good morning. Off to see the wizard?" She looks up for a moment.

"No. I'm off to get Starbucks, wanna tag along?" I unlock the Christian mobile and Fleur grabs her book, joining me inside the garage. We jump inside the car and I back out of the garage. Nora runs out of her bedroom in her sweats and gets in the back seat.

"I heard the word Starbucks." That was the only explanation we got. So we drove the next fifteen minutes to Starbucks discussing what we would get. We pulled around to the drive-thru window and ordered.

"That'll be $27.34." The girl at the window holds her hand out.

"I need 9 cents." Nora scrounges through her purse. Fleur looks through the car. "Um, can I pay you in gum?" The girl at the window just rolls her eyes at my corny joke and pays the money out of her pocket. As we turn out of the drive-thru at Starbucks, an elderly man in a red truck nearly blind sides us, forcing me to pull a little too close to the curb, which is why Christian's car had three long gashes in the paint from the half grown trees. "He's going to kill me." I said, thoughts of the impending torture not helping my driving at all.

"I'm sure we can fix it before he notices." Nora offers $15.00 out of her purse to pay for paint, so we stop at Home Depot to buy cherry red car paint. A little flirting and $5.00 later, the clerk at the register is painting the car for us. We didn't make it back to the house before lunch.

"Where have you been?" Mason runs out of the house, still shirtless, and very upset to say the least.

"Starbucks, Home Depot, nothing too extravagant." Fleur offers him a smile. Christian runs out and practically humps his car. The three of us hold our breath as he checks it for scratches or dings. When he stands up without screaming at us, we allow our hearts to start beating again. He pulls his precious car back into the garage and Fleur and Nora go back inside the house. Dean goes back inside with Fleur, shaking his head and smiling.  Christian walks back into the house, none too happy, but not really all that mad and Mason just keeps staring at me.

“What Mason?”

“Why? Why can’t you just follow instructions, protocol, or abide by any of the rules that have been set for us? Why do you always have to do something rash and crazy?”

“Mason, I’m sorry. I didn’t ask for this life or what we do. I just want to pretend to be normal every once in a while. Is that really asking too much?” He starts rubbing the bridge of his nose like I am giving him a headache. “Not that anyone cares, but I found her. I found the one.” I left him standing outside with that and walk/hobble back up to my room. Soon enough, Mason is standing in the doorway.

“What’s she like?” He sits on my bed without asking.

“5’6”, medium length brown hair, green eyes. Her family has money, but she chooses to work anyway. One brother, elderly parents, and she hates all three of them. She feels hemmed in by the place and she can’t stand to live here one more minute.”

“You got all that from a trip to Starbucks?”

“And her tumblr.”

“I guess that stupid social networking thing you do is sort of good for us.” We laugh. He remains sitting on my bed as I get up to turn on music and start painting my nails. Once all of that is done and dry he gets up and walks over to me. “That back massage was really great yesterday.”

“Are you asking for another one?” He smiles as I push him back over to my bed and let my fingers start winding their way over his back.

“You know, my shoulders really hurt.” So I straddle him and work my fingers into his shoulder blades. He flips himself over, so he’s facing me and I’m still straddling him, with a wicked grin on his face.

“Your shoulders are fine.” I return the grin.

“Yeah, but my lips are killing me.” That same wicked grin widens. I bring my hands to his lips and my thumbs trace the lines his grin makes.

“You guys we are out of- oh. Sorry,” Nora walks in at the wrong moments. Her face loses all it’s color when she sees what position we’re in. I crawl over Mason and walk back out into the hallway with Nora.

“Sorry about that, what are we out of?”

“Milk,” she is trying too hard not to laugh.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to pick some up the next time I go out.” She nods as she walks back down the hallway and I walk back into my bedroom.

“My lips still hurt Alison.” And so I’m back to straddling Mason and letting my thumbs rub his lips softly.  Then his hands are twisting themselves into my hair and pulling me closer. He kisses me softly, and again, and harder. I feel his tongue sliding into my mouth and I can’t hold back the moans. Next thing I know, Dean is lifting me off him.

“Wow now kids. Let’s slow down this relationship shall we?” And he carries me out of my bedroom and into Fleur’s. “Surprise sleepover ladies. Good night.”