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Hi I'm just stopping by and reposting this fic. It's a but old but it's been calling me all day telling me to repost lol.
I just wanted to post it again because all the crashes here have lost the links to it.
SO I hope no one minds. ANd now it can actually have a bannerm hopefully hehe
Well here we go again...
Title: Little Lola
Arthur: Lupe aka DreamBeliever, Believer_Evavs
Category: Z/ L/M, AU
Rating: Mature, Adult, do I really have to keep adding this in all my fics? LOL
Summary: L does not stand for Liz, but for Lola. This fic is definitely AU. Takes place in a high school. Max and Zan are twin brothers after one thing…little Lola
Distribution: Just ask first
Email: shy_believer@hotmail.com
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Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard that damn song? Too many. Everyone thinks they’re being original when they come up and sing it to me, but it’s just annoying. Really annoying.
My name is Lola Diaz. I’m 17 and as bitter and cynical as any old woman. I turn 18 in two months so I can officially be a bitter woman. It took talent to be this cynical. I mean real talent. Well whatever. I am basically what some of you might call a “loner” meaning I don’t socialize much. It’s nothing personal, I just don’t find any need in going out with people I don’t really like and pretend to be having fun..
So I’m sitting here in my usual corner away from everyone else, it’s not like I don’t have friends, I do really. My best friend, Delaney, or Dee, she’s my home girl. But she’s got other friends too. My other friend, Miguel, he’s the bomb. He plays the guitar. He does these awesome solos. See I have friends.
Well as I was saying. Here I am in my private place, twirling my jet black hair with my finger. My royal blue streaks are the best. I just had to get them. And the added shock by my parents was just a little extra. I love freaking them out. Well I’m writing in my notebook, mostly my melodramatic poetry, and who should I see coming my way, but Zan. Zan Evans, the resident ‘bad boy’ here. He thinks he’s god’s gift to women, him and his twin brother Max. Yes there are two of them. I do admit they are a little on the sizzling side, but a major pain in the ass for me. Zan has spiky hair with streaks like mine. Some tats from what I’ve seen and major piercings. I’ve got a few of my own. From tongue to belly button. I even got a tat of a butterfly on my back. Max is a total opposite. He’s a jock. I just hate jocks. He’s got the whole “In” look. Kakis and some preppy shirts. As different as they both look, they are so the same. They remind me of lions. They hunt in packs and circle the unsuspecting lioness. Once they get what they want they leave. Oh great here he comes.
“Yo princess, what you doin’?” Shit he’s sitting next to me.
“Trying to be alone.” Take the hint, please take the hint.
“I’ll be alone wit you then. What you writing?” He takes my note book out of my hands and starts to read it.
“Give it back Zan. Stop, don’t read it.” I try to snatch it back but he pulls it away.
“I didn’t know you was a poet princess. This is good.” He gives me his trademark half grin and hands it back. I try to ignore those flutters in my stomach when I touch his hand. You hate him, you hate him.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Zan.” Ha take that.
“Really like what?” He leans in closer. His breath is on my neck. Damn him.
“Lots.” I stick my tongue out at him and get up. No way I was going to stay there and continue that conversation. I’d been down that road before. It only led to frustration and major aching between my legs.
“That’s cold girl. Why you gonna just walk away like that. I’m just trying to talk to you.” He gets up and follows me. Fuck just leave me alone.
“Talking is not one of your strong points Zan. I’ve seen you.”
“Well I would do other things but you’d only make my balls hurt again.” “True that. Once he tried to kiss me and I kneed him.
“Well you deserved it you walking hard on.” Oh shit just what I need. Here comes Max.
“Little Lola, you turning my bro down again? Don’t you know we’re a joint package.” Now I have one on each side of me. I swear they have some kind of powers that they can telepathically contact each other with.
“Oh lucky me. I got two dicks after me.”
“Don’t say you don’t like it. I know you do.” They both lean in and smell me. Why do they always do that?
“Oh look.” The idiots turn around and I make my escape. I turn to find them looking around for me. It’s classic. Yeah there’s Dee and Miguel. “Hey guys.” Miguel is at it with his guitar, a little audience surrounding him.
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“Lola, what are you doing here among the living?” He stops playing and puts his guitar down. Dee comes up and hugs me.
“Had to run away from the Evans twins. I swear they have this thing on me. I can’t get away from them.” They both laugh.
“Well it’s great to have you here with us. Oh no there they are.” I turn to see them almost hunting down this bimbo cheerleader. They go up from behind and trap her. She looks at them like a doe. Helpless to their skill. They circle her and whisper into her ear. And she nods. Another one bites the dust. They both put an arm around her and turn to me. Shit are they trying to make me jealous? They turn the corner and disappear.
“Earth to Lola? Hello are you listening?” Dee is waving her arms in front of me trying to pull me out of my thoughts.
“Um…what?” I can tell I look so stupid.
“The bell rang. Come on let’s go to class.” Damn I have English next. And guess who else has that class? You got it, the dick twins. Me and Dee walk in. Unfortunately we sit in alphabetical order and Dee’s last name is Ramos. I take my seat and pull my book out. Good Zan and Max aren’t here. I guess they’re feeding. Ten minutes into class they walk in . Damn.
“Hey princess.”
“Hi baby.” Shit. Zan sits behind me and Max sits next to me on my left.
“Where’s miss Meza?” The teacher looks up at her empty seat.
“Recovering.” They answer together, both with a grin on their face. Max turns to me and blows a kiss at me, licking his fingers. I can feel one of Zan’s fingers tracing circles on my back. Shit control yourself girl.
“Can you read next Ms. Diaz?” Damn I have to read. “Sure Ms.”
“Double, double toil and trouble fire burn and caldron bubble…”
I really love Macbeth. It’s so full of evil.
“…double, double toil and trouble…” My voice cracks as Max’s hand lands on my leg, Zan’s still on my back. I feel his hand roaming up to my thigh.
“….fire burn….and…um…fire burn…” Shit I can’t read.
“That’s enough Ms. Diaz.” The teacher cuts me off and picks someone else to read. I slap Max’s roaming hand away and turn to Zan.
“Keep your paws off me.”
“It ain’t my fault. My hand has a mind of it’s own.”
“Fire burns….double trouble.” Max leans in and whispers into my ear. Damn how can he make my favorite play into something dirty? He has tainted my play. Great the bell rings. I dash out of the class, I don’t even wait for Dee. I just have to get away from those two. I jet down the hall and run into Karla, Karl Meza, their latest prey. She looks so dazed and lost.
“You ok?” I have to ask I nearly knocked her down.
“Yeah I’m fine.” She’s all sweaty and keeps walking. They weren’t kidding.
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The rest of the day is a slow blur. I can’t stand school. I run home change into my work clothes and head over. I work in this paranormal gift store. The owner is this paranoid old lady. She’s all into ghosts, demons, and even aliens. Can you believe that? The Lost World is the name of the store. I love working here. She has these awesome dark lights. When I applied to work she told me I had something different about me. She never told me what though. Ok so yeah there’s hardly any business but it stays open. There are some regulars, Dee being one of them. She’s a total Wicca fanatic. Damn I just got this major chill.
I turn around at the door. Somebody walked in because it’s swinging. But I don’t see anybody. I pop my Linkin Park CD into the stereo and pump it up. I swear I can feel somebody watching me, but yet I don’t see anybody. I check the aisles and put things in their place. “With you” comes on and I just can’t help grooving. That’s my fave song on the CD.
Then I feel it. I can feel these hands on me. It’s like their reaching inside of me and touching my soul. My body can’t move as the hands continue to reach within me. I feel my senses running wild. I can’t help the moans that escape my throat as the onslaught continues. I try to turn around to see what is causing me this intense pleasure, but I can’t. Shit this feels so good, but scary. I can feel something happening inside of me opening. It’s like this door to something is trying to be unlocked.
“Child what’s wrong with you?” My boss comes out from the back and just stares at my flustered state. I can finally move and quickly turn around, but there’s nothing there.
“Lola what’s wrong?” I turn to her and just stare back.
“Did…did you see anything?” I turn back around and scan the aisles.
“I just see you. Are you sick?” She comes up to me and touches my forehead.
“You’re burning up. And you’re sweating. I think you should go home.” I touch myself and see that she’s right.
I take my things and head out.
“Lola…be careful. You’re waking up. Take things slow.” I look at her. What the hell is she talking about? I tell her I’m fine and go home. I can’t shake that feeling away. I feel eyes watching me again and speed up my steps. My heart is racing and I’m actually running now. I stop to catch my breath and almost jump out of my skin as I feel a hand on my shoulder.
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“Damn Lola why are you running?” I turn to find Max behind me.
“What….what do you want Max? You scared the shit out of me.” He really did scare me.
“Chill, I just saw you and decided to walk with you. Are you ok, you look weird.” He genuinely looks worried. But you can never be too sure with them.
“Yeah I’m fine. What’s up?” See I can be nice. He walks with me to my house. Yes I actually let him see where I live. Ok he doesn’t have to walk me to my door.
“Ok well see ya.” I open my door and walk in.
“Wait aren’t you going to invite me in? I did walk you home, and I’m thirsty.” He looks at me like a little boy. Damn him.
“Sure. Come in.” I step aside and let him in. I can’t believe I’m actually letting him in.
“Nice place. Where’s your room?” Damn straight to the point isn’t he. I point up the stairs to my attic bedroom. “Can I see it?” He tilts his head at me and points to my room.
“Lola quien es? Oh hello who are you?” My mother steps forward to Max. Ah geez here we go.
“Ma, this is Max. Max my mom.”
“Hola, buenas tardes. Que bueno conocerla.” He knows Spanish? Ok this is weird.
“Hola.” I can tell my mom is impressed.
“Ok well do you want to see my room or not?” Did I just say that? By the look on my mom’s face I’m not the only one surprised.
“Sure.” He goes up the steps in front of me.
“What are you doing? You can not have a boy in your room.” Has my mom not learned anything in these 17 years? Once you say I can’t do something, I do it. I walk away from her and go after Max. I find him looking around my room. Yeah I’m a freak. He sees all my space related accessories scattered around.
“Nice. You decorated it yourself?” He can’t keep still. He walks to my desk at my collection of little alien figurines and laughs. “Nice.”
“Yeah don’t judge me. It’s a fetish. I just really love space. Watch this.” I turn on my black light and all my little stars and planet stickers glow. I can see he’s amazed.
“Wow. That’s just…wow.” He walks over to my bed and sits down, looking at the stars on my ceiling. I can’t help but walk over and sit too.
“I love just being in here and looking at my stars. This is like my real home here.” I lay back on my bed and breathe in.
“It’s peaceful here.” Oh god he lays back too. I’m here laying on my bed with Max Evans. Hey it feels kinda good. Really good actually. I can’t believe he’s actually being…well nice. Spoke too soon.
I feel his hands on me. And just like in the shop, I can’t move. My eyes automatically close as the hands roam my body. Shit I knew I shouldn’t have let him in here. My body starts to move as this amazing sensation spreads through my body. I want to open my eyes and look at him but they won’t open. Damn. I feel my soul reaching out for the hands. This is just too weird, but it feels so good.
“Are you ok?” My eyes snap open and look into his. Ok now this is really weird. He wasn’t touching me?
“Um…yeah I’m fine. I think I’m just losing it.” I certainly am.
“Do you want me to leave?” Damn he looks so cute.
“Um, yeah.” Damn. He smiles and gets up. I walk him out and run back to my room. Dee has to know about this. I quickly pick up my phone and dial her up.
