I Kissed a Girl

A/N: I live!! This is a new story, I've been entertaining the idea in my mind, and my friend Confidently Insecure's amazing story inspired me to actually write it, and hopefully with a bunch of friends nagging me I might be able to finish a fic since Jumper was completed a year ago. Wish me luck, hope you like it. And the idea for this chapter was my gfs idea, so I thank her for letting me use it, you're amazing and beautiful baby girl, hope you're sleeping well. --Enjoy--

This was never the way I planned, not my intention,

I got so brave drink in hand, lost my discretion,

Its not what I'm used to,

Just wanna try you on,

I'm curious for you, caught my attention.

It was only 11:30 and 2 hours into the party and I was officially bored. I drove all the way up to LA from Huntington Beach ( a 2 hour drive without traffic), expecting a worthy way to spend my time, and all I found was another booze and weed infested party, filled with a lot of wasted and horny teenagers. Unfortunately, even stoned and drunk, the easy-to-take-advantage-of girls were all over guys instead of me, which only served to damage my bad self-esteem, I wasn't desirable, even to wasted girls. I was considering joining the ranks of the great and mighty "drunk off our asses" girls, but a commotion in the corner of the room caught my eye. I set down my watery beer and casually shuffled over, being careful to keep my head tucked down and my eyes to the floor, my ears sorting through the various other noises in the room. I came to a stop several feet away and pretended to be in deep conversation with a passed out guy with his shirt ripped open, my ears finally picking up the other conversation happening.

"I don't care what youuuuu want!! I said I'm done!"

"Ashy-bear, come on, you're really drunk right now, lets get you home, alright?"

"No!! I wanna stay here with my friendddss."

I was about to move on, just another drunk whore with her boytoy having a little tussle. Suddenly, I see the guys hands shoot out from his sides and push her back into the wall, his hands digging into the bare shoulders of the girl. She flashed pleading eyes at everything behind the man, eventually landing on me. Oh no... please no. And then she does it, the helpless "I'm a damsel in distress, please help me" look. Girls know girls are my weakness, they know I'd jump into a flaming building if a hot girl was trapped on the top floor, trapped in a closet, and this one knows, the second her eyes settle on me, that I'll help her. (insert helpless sigh) I re-adjust my shirt, trying to give my arms maximum show, trying to scare the muscle-head into stopping, but girl muscles don't really compare to guy muscles, even if I do work out 4 days a week. I finally take the steps to the girl abuser, and slap his arm off of the girls shoulder, edging my way in between them, the guys chest just about eye level with me, ew, men's chests...

"Can I help you, bitch?"

Whoa whoa now, I haven't even said anything yet.

"Yeah, I think you could, I couldn't help noticing you were getting kinda rough with her."

He leans down, and he's breathing hard, he's just as drunk as his Ashy-bear is, this could be nasty...

"She likes it rough, believe me, now move, dykey."

My eyebrows raise.

"I don't really care what it is she likes or doesn't like, you're gonna hurt her if you keep this up, and I'm asking you nicely to please step off."

His hands shift to my shoulders now, and his bony fingers are digging into my skin, I wince slightly, earning a smirk from him.

"Scared there, dykey?"

His breath makes me want to puke, I seriously hate alcohol most of the times. Ok, this could get physical, so now I have to issue the stupid warning.

"Alright meat-head, if you want to 'rumble', I am a 1st degree black belt and a registered deadly weapon, by saying this information, I have now avoided a lawsuit in a court due to use of a deadly weapon." (I'm not making that up, I have to do that too)

His eyes were glazed, and I knew if asked that he wouldn't remember a damn thing, let alone me issuing a warning about using deadly force. Men, they all suck. I had to duck and shove the girl out from behind me at the same time as a fist came flying towards my face, slamming into the plaster behind me. I shoved the girl down and launched off my back foot, sliding behind the drunk beast. He whirled to face me, bringing his fist swinging in an almost palm strike, I easily caught it, twisting it up and behind his back, kicking out his legs from under him and getting him down on his knees, howling in pain as I inched the arm up on his back.

"I can break you're arm in 3 places jockstrap, I can give you a hairline fracture or completely shatter you're radius, now, you're gonna leave that girl alone, and you're gonna leave, got it?"

He muttered something, and I only hiked his arm up, earning a bellowing curse, followed by a very quiet and defeated "yes." I released his arm and stepped back, turning to the girl that was still dazed and sitting on the floor. I sighed and knelt down beside her, checking to make sure that the Hulk had finally moved on, stalking out of the room and yelling at anyone who got in his way. I touched her shoulder gingerly, causing her to jump violently.

"Whoa whoa, its alright, I'm not gonna hurt you. He's gone now, you're ok. He didn't hurt you or anything did he?"

She shook her head 'no' and shivered slightly. I sighed and unzipped my hoodie, reaching around and draping it on her shoulders.

"So listen, do you have friends or someone that can take you home?"

She shook her head no again, still staring at the floor. I shift my weight to my right leg, gently steering her chin up to look at me.

"Hey, do you have anyway to get home without that asshole?"

She shook her head again and I sighed, leave it up to me to rescue the girl who didn't have a ride home, she could be hours away. I stood up, offering my hand out to her.

"Alright, I'll take you home then, come on, lets get out of here, you're wasted."

She hesitates and only stares at my hand, and I have to bend back down to get eyelevel with her.

"Listen, Ashy-bear, or whatever you're name is, I'm not gonna hurt you or do anything to you, I just want to get you home and know you're safe and sound, alright?"

She held up her hand in my face, her pinky sticking straight out. This girl is so cute and vulnerable its killing me man. I lock my pinky with her and we both kiss the ends of our hands, my hand extending to take her whole hand, which was small and warm, and hoisted her up, almost causing her to totally fall back down, sweet baby jesus this girl was hammered. I had to snake my arm down to her waist, latching onto her belt and tugging her up, practically dragging a half conscious girl out to my truck, probably earning more then a few odd looks, well, at least I didn't have her thrown over my shoulder or something, that would be bad... I finally load her into the back of my truck (it sounds like rape, but I swear, I did nothing) and get her head propped up on my sweatshirt.

"Alright, umm, where do you live exactly?"

Her head pops up, her eyes closed.

"I don't wanna go home, take me somewhere else."

My eyebrows rise again.

"Hey, I'm sorry you're boyfriend an abusive ass, but I just wanna get you home and go home myself, I've got like a 2 hour drive back man, seriously."

Her eyes opened slowly, and even in the dim light I could see she didn't really care, drunk or not. Yes of course, I save her from certain doom and I get a girl who's a total bitch when she's drunk. God's sense of humor is not funny at all. I sigh again, girls, they kill me.

"Ok then you're highness, where would you like to go."

Even my dripping sarcasm was lost on the drunk Ashy-Bear in front of me. Her head fell back down and I just heard a mumbled "anywhere". I slammed the door shut viciously and unlocked the drivers door, stick me with the bitch, haha that's real funny. I turn on the car and leave the loud Rob Zombie blaring as I pull out of the neighborhood and look for some place to go to satisfy the queen bitch, finally pulling into a parking lot outside of an empty baseball diamond. I turn to the drunk girl and find she's still lying down, I turn in my seat, gently poking her in the stomach eliciting a small groan from her.

"Uhhh hellooo, we're 'somewhere else', wanna get out or something?"

She just shifts to face me while still lying down, guess we're staying in the car, woo hoo. I turn off the car and sit down on the center divider, staring at the girl who's staring back at me.

"So...how's life?"

Her eyes flicked to me, widening slightly.

"My parents are getting a divorce."

My face drops. Open mouth and insert foot Spencer, very nice.

"Oh... sorry."

"Nonono, I just... it's been like there for months you know? My dads having an affair with some girl at the office, and mom's just been turning a blind eye, and I have to sit there and listen to them. And they want me to choose who to live with, like I want to do that at all, and I mean, being forced to pick? They're my parents, I'll break one's heart if I choose the other."

My face drops further, I suck at helping people, seriously, I kid you not. I'm at a loss as to what to do. Her eyes fog up, ohhhh no, not the crying bit, I sure as hell cannot handle crying girls.

"And then, god, school is just killing me, grades, cheerleading, Aiden, everyone wants everything from me, and I just wanna be me... Ashley, you know?"

I nodded, please don't ask me for advice, I'm a social retard.

"And its just like so much pressure, and to be honest, I couldn't care less about where on earth I go to college or what sorority I'll get into, I just want to get out of LA and do what I want to do, live my dreams, not everyone else's dreams, you know?"

I nod again, well, at least she wasn't crying, and she's kinda cute when she rambles. She suddenly reaches out and touches my cheek, making me jump slightly and crack my head on the roof. I hear giggles as I rub my head gingerly, faking a smile, drunk people...

"So what's you're story?"

"What's that?"

"You know, who are you, all I know is that you save drunk girls from they're abusive boyfriends and take them to empty parking lots."

"Oh, umm, I'm Spencer, and I rescue drunk girls from abusive boyfriends all the time, its no big."

She sat up shakily, drawing my sweatshirt up around her shoulders, I had to say, she made my Circa sweatshirt a million times cuter then it was on me.

"No, I should thank you, I don't even want to know what he could've done to me, you really did save me back there, and you made it look so easy."

I shrug, trying to play it off and not pay attention to how cute she was.

"Nah, no big deal, 6 and a half years of training and you learn a few things, really though, no big deal."

She scooted up closer on the chair, her face maybe a foot away, I could see her eyes perfectly in the harsh glare of the light outside, they weren't brown, they weren't another color though, they were an amber color, I'm not really sure actually, but they stunned me and left me thoughtless. I could see her licking her lips, her eyes dilating slightly.

"No, I should really thank you somehow, Spencer."

I had to close my eyes and lean back, inhaling deeply, only to get lungful of a smell that was totally foreign and alien to my senses, leaving me breathless. The way she said my name just made me want to...

My thoughts were gone completely as soon as I felt one of those warm, small hands weave its way into my hair, pulling me back towards her, and then on her lips. At first, we just had our lips pressed against each other, and I so badly wanted to bite her lip, taste her mouth, anything, I wanted anything. She sensed my need and I suddenly found myself pulled further forward, my hands on either side of her body on the seat behind her, now trying to devour her lips altogether. I need more of her taste in my mouth, more of that nectar to sear onto my tongue and into my mind, I needed it. I bit her lip accidentally while shifting, gaining a moan from her which made me only kiss her harder. I wanted to continue, get more until this strange and scary urge was sated, but I was suddenly being pushed off, and I saw her slide down onto the seat, now fully out as the array of alcohol finally hit her system full force. So. Not. Fucking. Cool.

--Took me forever to write this, so lemme know what you think, my throats killin me, and I miss my Mandy, but anywhos, lemme know what you think, peace n love.