Hook-Ups and Holy Matrimony

Chapter 5

Summary -
Jade's dad is getting married and Jade can't stand her stepmother. Beck convinces her to go but for something entirely different. Rated M for sexual references and future chapters. Tandré and Cabbie plots also appear.

"Jade." Jade's mother greeted as she pulled up, clearly forcing her smile and gritting the happy tone through her teeth.
"Is something wrong, mother dearest?" Jade mocked her forged happy greeting.
"I wasn't expecting you for another two weeks." She replied. "I have a date tonight."
"Oh." She answered solemnly. "Well I guess I could just chill here. You still have my Xbox, right?"
"No, I mean I have a "date" tonight." She repeated, putting air quotes around the date part.
"Oh dear god, I did not need that mental picture."
"Well, you kinda asked for it." She tried to assure her, not blaming anything on her own promiscuity.
"So where can I crash now?"
"You're supposed to be at your father's house." She informed her.
"I'm supposed to do a lot of things."
"Don't you usually go to your boyfriend's house when you get mad at your father? That always worked for me."
"We're...um...how shall I phrase this...not 'seeing' each other at the moment." She tried to explain. "And that is just gross. I'm your daughter; I don't need to know these things."
"Well, I wouldn't recommend coming inside then."
"Oh dear god, I love you, but I have to go, like, right now."
"Bye sweetie." She farewelled handing Jade the two hundred dollars that she had in her pocket.
"Bye." Jade called back as she reversed back and pulled out onto the road.

Jade realised she only had two places left to go, seeing as Cat was most likely hanging out with Robbie after the shenanigans with her brother just before she left had her parents out of the house, and André and Tori were 'busy'. She could go to Beck's and risk caving in on her bet, or she could go to her father's house where she would have to swallow her pride and apologise to her father's girlfriend.

Then she had an idea of what to do with the money that her mother gave her, and she drove off to the first motel she came across, which was the low class, run down Shut-Eye Motel, with half of the h, in Shut being blacked out so that it read as a much filthier derogatory term when the sun went down and the neon lights started up. She only knew that it was actually called the Shut-Eye Motel because of the cardboard sign underneath that apologised for the inappropriate word, and that the sign was scheduled to undergo maintenance.

The owner of the motel, an obese man with greasy, slicked back hair handed her the key to her room and pointed to the direction of her room, telling her that all 'noises', with air quotes around noises, had to have the volume lowered after 2am.

She walked up the stairs to her room and twisted the key around in the door until it opened. The inside of the room had the need for a new paintjob, and some new furniture, with most of the armchairs in her room having the fabric partially slashed with a sharp object of some sort, and the oven was out of order and being replaced with a microwave, and a gas powered stove top.

The only thing she had to be grateful of was the fact that it was only costing her thirty dollars a night, and the room was cleaned just ten minutes before she arrived, or so she was told.

The small little redhead turned back around to face Robbie and dashed over to him as well as she could in the sand. She returned her lips to their previous position on his and wrapped her arms around his neck, while he pulled her waist in closer and then lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips.

He contemplated carrying her out to the water, but realised that it would make both of them colder and needing to head home earlier, so instead he held her there, dancing his tongue around the inside of her mouth until she requested to be placed down and she ran over behind one of the large rocks calling over to Robbie to 'not look until she tells him to.'

When she finally said he could look, she was standing shoulder deep in the water, with no signs of clothes showing on her shoulders.

"Cat, are you naked?"
"It's called skinny dipping." She called back. "You should come here and get me."
"You're gonna catch a cold."
"Come catch it with me." She teased, before Robbie started taking his shoes and socks off, then his glasses, then his shirt and jeans. He clasped his hands into a streamline position and dove into the surprisingly cold Pacific Ocean.

He swam all the way over to her, where he discovered she was still wearing a bikini set. He looped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, before she whispered into his ear that they had to try actual skinny dipping.

Just the thought of what she was suggesting started to excite Robbie as he let go of her and pushed himself back a bit.

"Okay, so I take something off, then you'll take something off, and then I take something off. Deal?" Cat tried to organise.
"Promise." Robbie over-eagerly agreed.

Cat pushed herself under the water as she fumbled to slide off her bandeaux top, before letting it float up to the top when she had successfully removed it, and then emerging from the water herself.

"Your turn." She challenged.

"I'm gonna go throw another spoon in the freezer." Tori excused herself as she stood up and walked into the kitchen, pulling her spare spoon out of the freezer and placing her current one in. So far, André's methods were easing the pain, and reducing the swelling until the spoon starting getting less and less cold.

André stood up and followed her in, deciding that he would try and flirt with her, leaning his shirtless torso against the refrigerator and flipping the freezer door shut with his hand.

"You want me to kiss it better?" He offered.
"I think you've done enough kissing on my neck." She joked back, trying to avoid laughing too much.
"We need to get your mind off this." André decided, spinning Tori around so he was facing her back, and proceeding to rub her shoulders in small circles until her knees got weak and she had to sit down.

Tori walked over to the red couch which was still in need of cleaning after their previous ventures and fell back onto it accidentally knocking one of the DVDs on the coffee table off with her hand. André picked up the disc and slid it into its player and sat down next to Tori on the couch, playing with her hair as they sat and watched the romantic movie.

"This is nice too." Tori commented as she repositioned her head on André's thigh.
"What is?"
"Just sitting here. The two of us. It's like some cheesy romance novel." She noted.
"We can stay here as long as you want." He offered.
"Or until Wednesday." She added.
"Or that."

Okay now, I'm on a roll with this story at the moment so I'm gonna try and write as many chapters as I can. In case you haven't already guessed, I'm almost finished my two chapter streak of 'clean' chapters. Don't worry; I won't have any scenes of Jade's mother. You can leave that entirely to your imagination. And I am sorry for the lack of Bade. It will return, just not for another chapter or a few. I'm not entirely sure, seeing as I'm basically making this up on the spot.

Luvv ya,
xxMini