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Chapter 2 - Numbers and a Ginger

The ride back to the apartment was quiet, Myles sipping his coffee, and Lamont patting down his pockets for a cigarette. The changing colours of the leaves of the trees and bushes told the world that October was ending. A caramell golden wind blew leaves past on the sidewalk as Myles looked out the side mirror. Lamont made sure to drive into as many leaf piles in the road as possible, which kept the drive interesting. Myles didn't protest; only kept a tighter grip on his coffee cup.
When the ginger had finally decided to stop driving around the leafy streets and park in his spot, Myles was still quiet but picked up his school bag and headed up to the apartment.
Lamont was about to follow his roommate up when he glanced over to the passenger's seat and saw a slip of paper on the seat. The ginger's smile only grew as he grabbed the paper and tried not to call the blonde on the spot. He'd want to rub this one in Myles' face.
As nonchantally as he could, Lamont walked to his shared apartment with Myles and stepped inside. Inside was clean, no thanks to the ginger himself. The stupid brunette was aways running around everywhere. From school, to that shotty buisness, who knows how he had time to clean the apartment every minute of every day?
Lamont plopped down onto the Ikea sofa and put his feet onto the matching coffee table. He looked over the back of the sofa into the kitchen to see if Myles had gone to make something to eat, but most of his view was blocked by a support pillar.
"Hey Myles, we have anything to eat? The chinese food is still in there right?" Lamont called to no general direction.
Myles however was already in the kitchen, eating the leftover chinese food directly from the take out box. He slurped the noodles into his mouth and swallowed with a smack. The brunette poked his head out from behind the support pillar in the kitchen. "Um.. not anymore." He grinned at his roommate.
Lamont sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Your such a dick, Myles."
Myles just took another bite of the mushu pork and shrugged. "It whas mine ahnyway."
"Don't you have a paper to write?"
"Shouldn't you be off screwing someone?" Myles retorted, making his way to his room slowly.
Lamont grinned in the smuggest way possible. Mess with the bull and you get a ginger. "Oh, right. What was the blonde's number again?"
"I meant someone else, Monty." The brunette took another bite of chinese food.
"Who said I was talking about the one from your shop?"
"And what if I said that I knew you were?"
Lamont held up his hands. "Shoot, you got me." He grinned, getting up off the couch. "I guess I'll just be going then."
Myles sighed. "Your not actually going to--"
"Hell 'ya I am." The ginger produced a piece of paper from his jeans pocket that held several numbers in a certain order on it. He grinned at Myles, standing a few inches taller than his roommate. "See 'ya later."
Myles was going to protest, but glared up at his roommate for a moment instead. "Learn how to use a condom, cassanova."
"Con..dom?" Lamont tilted his head slightly with a grin, then ruffled Myles already messy hair. "Good luck getting a date, man."
"I have had dates before!" Myles shouted to Lamont as the ginger slpped out of the apartment with his car keys.
The ginger whiped out his phone and began punching in Jennifer's number. She picked up without fail as he walked down to his battered old truck. "Yo, it's Lamont. You wanna go to a party with me tonight?"
There was a paused, then: "Sure, where is it?"
Lamont fed her the address, then opened up his truck door. He drove onto the main road, and was glad that it wasn't too far away. Wouldn't be too long before he saw that cute little blonde again, he thought to himself as he pullled up to the curb a few blocks down the street from his apartment. He turned off the ignition and checked his car once more for stray cigarettes.
"Dammit.." He cursed under his breath, finding none. He then opened his car door and leaned against his truck to wait for Jennifer.
He watched as single girls, girls with boyfriends, and girls with other girls passed by. He winked at the ovbiously single ones, and licked his lips with a smirk at a particularlly cute girl in booty shorts and tank top.
Fifteeen other girls with boyfriends, thirteen single blushing ones, and five other girls who "meow'd" and acted like a cat at the ginger before Jennifer showed up. She was wearing low cut jeans and a side hugging shirt that showed off her boobs with a V cut neck.
"Hey." Jennifer nodded at him.
"Ready to go inside?" He looked up at the victorian style house that the loud blaring music was coming from.
"Sure." She grinned at the ginger before following him up the sidewalk and into the house.
The door was propped open by a case of beer, and the lights were dimmed around the whole house. It seemed as thought Lamont had arrived a little late to the party, as though the dance floor and the rooms around the house were being occupied by couples. Lamont edged closer to Jennifer to put his hand around and on her hip, sliding against the wall to look at a makeshift dancefloor that had been made in the living room. He paused, then looked down his shoulder over to her.
"So, you go to parties often?"He asked nonchantally, grinning slightly.
"Dunno, don't party much anymore.." Her gaze moved across the room, away from Lamont.
Lamont moved infront of Jennifer so that she had to look up at him, and he frowned. "Oh, that's too bad.." He moved his other hand to her hip slowly, waiting for a reaction from her.
Jennifer kept gazing up at Lamont as he lowered his head closer to her, pressing lightly against her. "Does this look like a good party?"
It took her a moment to reply, looking down at Lamont's chest, then back up at him. "Yeah.. it does." She paused.
Monty removed himself from Jennifer, smiling largely. He had plans for the night. "Then let's spend it well, yeah?" He blew in her ear before turning on his heel. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks, 'kay? Stay here." Walking off, he whistled as he grabbed two beers from two tables that had been set next to each other, covered with red plastic and lined up with alcoholic beverages. Walking back, he popped his own cap off, sipping it as he gave the blonde her own. "Here," he said, leaning against the wall to drink.
"Thanks," Jenn said, taking the cap off to drink. Lamont watched her carefully, leaning closer to her every once in a while, finally reaching her neck, his pink lips brushing ever so gently against her skin. Shivers shot up and down her spine as she turned her gaze to his. "M-"
She was cut off by forceful lips touching hers. Her eyes widened before closing, melting into the affection the ginger was giving her. She pressed herself closer to him, much to his liking as he lifted her legs around his waist and stepped away from the wall. Trying not to let himself lose sight of where he was stepping, the dim but colorful neon lights showering across the party-goers, he made his way to the stairs and ran up quickly, listening to Jenn's giggling into his ear, her breath cold against his neck.
Monty pushed open the the first door he saw with his foot and trotted inside, not bothering to turn on the lightswitch, and sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding onto Jenn. Her cheek rubbed against his chin as his fingers slide down her sides and felt the bra underneath. He nipped his way down her neck, stopping to kiss momentarily as he felt hands at his waist and Jenn press against him. Which was perfectly fine. He rubbed his nose against her neck as he grabbed at her shirt to pull it over her head. She blushed darkly as her hands went underneath his shirt and felt his cold skin, while Lamont was slipping kisses down her neck. Monty tugged at her skin, his huge hands sliding up her bare back to her shoulders, where he slid off a strap of her bra to kiss her breast. She watched him for a moment before taking her hands off his chest to place them on his shoulders and push him down onto the bed playfully. Jenn grinned, both hands going behind her back to unhook her bra.
"What," Jenn smirked, putting her hands behind her back to quickly unhook her bra, holding it in her hand a moment before tossing it to the side of the room. "You never taken a bra off?"
"Ah, shut up." He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her with more tongue than lips.

Description
Chapter 2 - Numbers and a Ginger

The ride back to the apartment was quiet, Myles sipping his coffee, and Lamont patting down his pockets for a cigarette. The changing colours of the leaves of the trees and bushes told the world that October was ending. A caramell golden wind blew leaves past on the sidewalk as Myles looked out the side mirror. Lamont made sure to drive into as many leaf piles in the road as possible, which kept the drive interesting. Myles didn't protest; only kept a tighter grip on his coffee cup.
When the ginger had finally decided to stop driving around the leafy streets and park in his spot, Myles was still quiet but picked up his school bag and headed up to the apartment.
Lamont was about to follow his roommate up when he glanced over to the passenger's seat and saw a slip of paper on the seat. The ginger's smile only grew as he grabbed the paper and tried not to call the blonde on the spot. He'd want to rub this one in Myles' face.
As nonchantally as he could, Lamont walked to his shared apartment with Myles and stepped inside. Inside was clean, no thanks to the ginger himself. The stupid brunette was aways running around everywhere. From school, to that shotty buisness, who knows how he had time to clean the apartment every minute of every day?
Lamont plopped down onto the Ikea sofa and put his feet onto the matching coffee table. He looked over the back of the sofa into the kitchen to see if Myles had gone to make something to eat, but most of his view was blocked by a support pillar.
"Hey Myles, we have anything to eat? The chinese food is still in there right?" Lamont called to no general direction.
Myles however was already in the kitchen, eating the leftover chinese food directly from the take out box. He slurped the noodles into his mouth and swallowed with a smack. The brunette poked his head out from behind the support pillar in the kitchen. "Um.. not anymore." He grinned at his roommate.
Lamont sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Your such a dick, Myles."
Myles just took another bite of the mushu pork and shrugged. "It whas mine ahnyway."
"Don't you have a paper to write?"
"Shouldn't you be off screwing someone?" Myles retorted, making his way to his room slowly.
Lamont grinned in the smuggest way possible. Mess with the bull and you get a ginger. "Oh, right. What was the blonde's number again?"
"I meant someone else, Monty." The brunette took another bite of chinese food.
"Who said I was talking about the one from your shop?"
"And what if I said that I knew you were?"
Lamont held up his hands. "Shoot, you got me." He grinned, getting up off the couch. "I guess I'll just be going then."
Myles sighed. "Your not actually going to--"
"Hell 'ya I am." The ginger produced a piece of paper from his jeans pocket that held several numbers in a certain order on it. He grinned at Myles, standing a few inches taller than his roommate. "See 'ya later."
Myles was going to protest, but glared up at his roommate for a moment instead. "Learn how to use a condom, cassanova."
"Con..dom?" Lamont tilted his head slightly with a grin, then ruffled Myles already messy hair. "Good luck getting a date, man."
"I have had dates before!" Myles shouted to Lamont as the ginger slpped out of the apartment with his car keys.
The ginger whiped out his phone and began punching in Jennifer's number. She picked up without fail as he walked down to his battered old truck. "Yo, it's Lamont. You wanna go to a party with me tonight?"
There was a paused, then: "Sure, where is it?"
Lamont fed her the address, then opened up his truck door. He drove onto the main road, and was glad that it wasn't too far away. Wouldn't be too long before he saw that cute little blonde again, he thought to himself as he pullled up to the curb a few blocks down the street from his apartment. He turned off the ignition and checked his car once more for stray cigarettes.
"Dammit.." He cursed under his breath, finding none. He then opened his car door and leaned against his truck to wait for Jennifer.
He watched as single girls, girls with boyfriends, and girls with other girls passed by. He winked at the ovbiously single ones, and licked his lips with a smirk at a particularlly cute girl in booty shorts and tank top.
Fifteeen other girls with boyfriends, thirteen single blushing ones, and five other girls who "meow'd" and acted like a cat at the ginger before Jennifer showed up. She was wearing low cut jeans and a side hugging shirt that showed off her boobs with a V cut neck.
"Hey." Jennifer nodded at him.
"Ready to go inside?" He looked up at the victorian style house that the loud blaring music was coming from.
"Sure." She grinned at the ginger before following him up the sidewalk and into the house.
The door was propped open by a case of beer, and the lights were dimmed around the whole house. It seemed as thought Lamont had arrived a little late to the party, as though the dance floor and the rooms around the house were being occupied by couples. Lamont edged closer to Jennifer to put his hand around and on her hip, sliding against the wall to look at a makeshift dancefloor that had been made in the living room. He paused, then looked down his shoulder over to her.
"So, you go to parties often?"He asked nonchantally, grinning slightly.
"Dunno, don't party much anymore.." Her gaze moved across the room, away from Lamont.
Lamont moved infront of Jennifer so that she had to look up at him, and he frowned. "Oh, that's too bad.." He moved his other hand to her hip slowly, waiting for a reaction from her.
Jennifer kept gazing up at Lamont as he lowered his head closer to her, pressing lightly against her. "Does this look like a good party?"
It took her a moment to reply, looking down at Lamont's chest, then back up at him. "Yeah.. it does." She paused.
Monty removed himself from Jennifer, smiling largely. He had plans for the night. "Then let's spend it well, yeah?" He blew in her ear before turning on his heel. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks, 'kay? Stay here." Walking off, he whistled as he grabbed two beers from two tables that had been set next to each other, covered with red plastic and lined up with alcoholic beverages. Walking back, he popped his own cap off, sipping it as he gave the blonde her own. "Here," he said, leaning against the wall to drink.
"Thanks," Jenn said, taking the cap off to drink. Lamont watched her carefully, leaning closer to her every once in a while, finally reaching her neck, his pink lips brushing ever so gently against her skin. Shivers shot up and down her spine as she turned her gaze to his. "M-"
She was cut off by forceful lips touching hers. Her eyes widened before closing, melting into the affection the ginger was giving her. She pressed herself closer to him, much to his liking as he lifted her legs around his waist and stepped away from the wall. Trying not to let himself lose sight of where he was stepping, the dim but colorful neon lights showering across the party-goers, he made his way to the stairs and ran up quickly, listening to Jenn's giggling into his ear, her breath cold against his neck.
Monty pushed open the the first door he saw with his foot and trotted inside, not bothering to turn on the lightswitch, and sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding onto Jenn. Her cheek rubbed against his chin as his fingers slide down her sides and felt the bra underneath. He nipped his way down her neck, stopping to kiss momentarily as he felt hands at his waist and Jenn press against him. Which was perfectly fine. He rubbed his nose against her neck as he grabbed at her shirt to pull it over her head. She blushed darkly as her hands went underneath his shirt and felt his cold skin, while Lamont was slipping kisses down her neck. Monty tugged at her skin, his huge hands sliding up her bare back to her shoulders, where he slid off a strap of her bra to kiss her breast. She watched him for a moment before taking her hands off his chest to place them on his shoulders and push him down onto the bed playfully. Jenn grinned, both hands going behind her back to unhook her bra.
"What," Jenn smirked, putting her hands behind her back to quickly unhook her bra, holding it in her hand a moment before tossing it to the side of the room. "You never taken a bra off?"
"Ah, shut up." He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her with more tongue than lips.