Trish's Path

Everyone's cleared out, even Rouge and Geek Chic snuck off, leaving me with Skye.

"So... Are we being set up or what?" I laugh. I mean, come on, I finally ditch my V-card and the girls leave me with a hot rocker chick with a mountain of booze? I'm not stupid.

"Absolutely, the question is, is it working?" Skye asks as she moves to sit next to me on the sofa. "I know I don't mind..." She continues, running her land along my thigh. Again, I'm not stupid.

I take her hand and place it back on the sofa. "Look, you're hot, I could absolutely fuck you, but I'm really not enjoying the whole show here, you're trying to be confident, but you're clearly not. Why the act?" I ask. I mean, come on, a strong, decisive, lesbian girl, who's in a band, and somehow, still a virgin... According to Rouge anyway, but she's pretty good with this kind of thing. I mean, something's wrong with this picture.

Skye sighs and shrugs, crossing her arms and looking away. Doesn't want to tell me, huh?

"You know, when the veil slips, and you seem like a person, not a porn star, you're actually pretty cool. Maybe tell me something real about yourself?" I try.

She seems to consider this for a minute. "Look, I'm like, three years older than you, and, everyone expects me to be this person, this persona. I'm the reason my brother and I are in our shitty situation, and meanwhile, you're so mature and you've got it all figured out. So yeah, I turned it up a bit. Is that so wrong?" She asks innocently.

Now there's the human being, much better.

"First off, I don't know your deal, but you can't **** yourself to be a different person just to live up to others' expectations, trust me, I've tried." I point out. Turned me into a bitch too, who almost ruined the life of one of her closest friends, it's not worth it. "Second, I lost my virginity like four days ago, and don't get me wrong, I've done a lot in those four days, but it's not a race. You do what feels comfortable to you." I try to reassure her.

Skye smiles, but this one seems less... ****.

"So... Whatever I'm comfortable with... You'll do?" She asks. Pretty sure I didn't say that, but a certain part of me is intrigued, and that bit's making the decisions right now.

"Alright, sure, anything you're comfortable with." I agree.

"Awesome! Flash me." She requests. She's joking right? "Come on, I'm the lead singer of a rock band and I never get flashed! I promise, I won't touch." She swears, raising her hand.

Fine, not like I've got anything to hide. I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and raise it up to my chin. Not like I can blame her, but her tits might actually be bigger than mine, not exactly anything special.

"That may be the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." Skye admits as I replace my top. "I want to kiss you." She adds.

That's... Nice? "Is that an order or-" I begin, before I'm cut off by her lips. Damn, she's a pretty good kisser, I'm willing to bet she's done this before at least. I pull her closer to me by the waist. I'm no slouch either. I run my fingers through her hair, eventually reaching the tie that hold her pony tail together, and sliding it out, allowing it to flow freely.

Eventually she pulls away. "Wow..." She mutters. Yeah, I tend to have that effect. "Come to the Free Ride, on Friday I mean." She demands.

Fuck, somehow I knew it'd start going this direction. "Look, I'm sorry if I led you on, but I don't date, I have friends, and I have friends I sleep with, but I'm not relationship material." I explain. Hopefully she understands, I hate to do the whole 'it's not you, it's me' cliché, but in this case it really is me.

"Huh..." She considers. "Why?"

Why? It's just me. It's what's best. I mean, it's not like I can introduce anyone to my parents, no one from this continent would be good enough for them. It'd be doomed to failure, that's the reality of my life. Better not to get too locked in.

"It's complicated..." I attempt to explain. "Imagine if you met someone, and you really liked them, it gets serious. Then, one day, they tell you they've been arranged to marry someone else. It'd hurt, wouldn't it?" There's the kicker. My parents have been putting out feelers for my potential husband for a while now. Someone 'respectable' which basically means rich. I mean, it's not **** or anything, I get to decide, but... How many times can I say no before they realise? Or before I give in? If I were with someone and that happened it'd break them.

"Hmm..." Skye hums as she thinks. "I think it'd hurt them just as much." She decides. Okay, yeah... It'd hurt me too. "But, I'd fight anyway, who's the fiancé? I'll duel them if I have to! I'll win over their family, and I'll carry them off into the sunset!" She narrates. I can't help but giggle. She's so cutesy for a rocker. I wish it would work.

"Well, let me know how it goes, I have to live back here in reality." I sigh. You know, if I could date, I think I'd want to date her... Or try and turn Rouge if we're living in the impossible dimension.

Skye looks at me with concern. "Well, I'm comfortable with you coming to the Free Ride. So you've got to!" She decides. I can't hold back my smile. This girl... She's got some spunk.

That being said, where is everyone else? And if everyone's in the house already...

How is someone knocking at the door?