V for Virgin! [M/F/M - 3rd Draft]

Hiccup #2

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Seth shook his head at my offer to leave with him and gave a small caress to the top of my hand. "This is supposed to be a special night and you look gorgeous. It would be a waste if at least one of us didn't enjoy it."

I shrugged casually and stepped forward, looping my arm with his. "It's okay. I think I'd rather have a Baconater and frosty anyhow," I asked him and then turned towards Ethan. "Are you up for Wendy's?"

It took Ethan a second to respond, his attention was fully on Seth and his worried expression let me know that what had happened was more serious than I could fathom. I'd ask them about it when the wound that had been ripped open starts to heal a little.

"You don't have to do that," Seth whispered, his jaw clenching. He couldn't mask the tremor in his voice.

I hugged his arm tighter and gestured towards Ethan, who quickly came towards us. My other arm latched on to Ethan's and I shifted, forcing us to move towards the front door. "You know, I still have my tennis shoes on. How cool is that?"

Seth frowned, eyeing the side of my face. Out of my peripheral vision, I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Why is that cool?" he whispered.

I bit my lip; glad he was willing to play along.

"The Runaway Bride!" I practically squealed, as if it was obvious.

"That old movie with Julia Roberts? Jesus," Seth said, rubbing the back of his neck, "that movie sucked."

My shoulder shot forward knocking into Seth's roughly. "How dare you! It did not suck."

"Babe, it sucked the big one."

I pursed my lips together and lifted my chin in the air. I knew Ethan didn't like the movie either, so we would have to agree to disagree. "It's still pretty fun to be dressed so fancy and have tennis shoes on."

Ethan forced out a snort. "I can't believe we forgot the shoes. They're in the back of the car. We can-"

I cut him off. "No. It's kind of symbolic. Like, it doesn't matter how much you dress me up and 'properize' me, I'll always be that plain, rebellious girl that doesn't take no for answer."

Seth stopped just short of the door, and he leaned forward to kiss my lips, surprising me enough that my breath caught in my throat. I stared at him curiously.

"You could never be plain," he whispered against my mouth.

I could see Ethan nodding beside us in agreement, but before he could say anything else, my stomach growled. "My stomach's talking," I informed them, even though I knew they'd heard it. Hell, people in Timbuckfuckeree—or whatever that place was called—heard it. "It's saying 'feed me, Cassie.' Feed me!'"

Seth chuckled and pushed the door open. A cold wind, smelling of night and sweetly scented flowers greeted us. "So, Wendy's then?"

"Wendy's sounds awesome," Ethan said.

I nodded. "We'll even go in dressed like this. That way our combined hotness won't go to waste, yeah?" I tapped my chin. "Of course, with the way you two look you might give some poor girl a hotness aneurysm."

"I'm not even going to comment on that," Ethan mumbled under his breath.

"You just did, dummy!"

"Wow. And you're supposed to be in college?"

Before I could respond to Ethan, Seth stopped us one more time. He lifted his face to me, and his gaze softened as he focused on me and then Ethan. The playful mood took a small dive as he spoke, "Are you guys sure? It's hard to get reservations here. Ethan had to pull a lot of strings to get in here so quickly."

"Seth, we're sure," I said, answering for Ethan too.

Seth smiled and stepped forward, his jacket brushing my bare shoulder as he opened the door for me. He offered a hand to help me hoist myself up and followed behind me. Ethan went around to the driver's side and turned the car on, quickly fiddling with the buttons to the heater.

"You know, I bet that waiter is thinkin' we got beamed out of there from an alien craft because we disappeared so fast," I said, chuckling as I settled into Seth's side just as my stomach growled again and my face burned. "This thing won't shut up. Where are those cupcake muffins?"

"It's gonna take a lot for her to forget about those," Ethan said. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Seth. "You shouldn't have gotten so many. You know Cassie has no stopping filter when it comes to sweets."

"I do too," I grumbled, hoping they wouldn't remember my most recent chocolate gorge that ended with my face in the toilet.

Seth shrugged and wrapped an arm around me. "Sorry Cass, I have plans for those."

Tsking my tongue on the roof of my mouth, I sneered at him. "Yeah, eating them all—how brutally unfair!"

"Don't worry. You'll get more than you can handle tonight," Seth said, smiling.

He winked at Ethan, who was still looking at us using his mirror.