'' The Winter Snow {Past Thread, Demi and Aly [M]}

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

The snow fell quietly to the ground, a source of silence in the busy streets of New York City. It was a cold December day, but Demi sat on the steps of his family's townhouse, watching the people go by. He'd just taken a shower and his brown curls were wet enough to prove that. A cigarette hung from his lips, sending curls of grey smoke out into the air. The tip glowed orange in the cold. A gust of wind blew by, ruffling his hair and making the snow dance on the sidewalk.

Demi was a bit chilly but he didn't really mind. The collar of his grey pea coat was turned up around his face, shielding it somewhat from the wind. His brown eyes gazed coldly at the snow on the ground. Nothing ever stayed white in New York, nothing was pure. That's why the snow was grey. Demi sighed as the wind whipped by yet again, fluttering the paper grasped tightly in his hand.

That paper, coincidentally, was his ticket out of this city. His acceptance letter to the University of San Fransisco. Demitrius rested his head against the brick wall of the building, watching as cars drove by, horns honking loudly. He took a great puff of the cigarette, held in the smoke, then released it slowly. He loved the burn. It reminded him that he was still alive, if barely. God, what he wouldn't give for alcohol right now.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

alyssa couldn't believe this was happening to her. she absolutely loathed her foster parents at this point. social services wouldn't take her back again, and short of being sent to juvenile prison, her foster parents were now sending her to some stranger. she just hoped this guy was attractive, and as long as he let her do whatever her heart desired, things should be okay. then again though, since when did she have that kind of luck? growling in annoyance, she turned away from her foster parents and glared out of the window with a bottle of jack daniels in her hand. the yellow taxi was heading to the address demi and her foster parents had agreed to meeting up at. from new york she would go with this demitrius suarez guy to san franciso, where she would be expected to live with him and go to high school. yeah, right(!) if she did bother to go into school she'd sleep or end up causing endless amounts of trouble. like having sex with the teachers. not studying.

alyssa downed another mouthful of jack as the taxi came to an abrupt halt outside the address. no move was made for an entire minute which went to suggest she was to get out, alone. typical. with a roll of her eyes she got out of the taxi, sixteen years old and drunk, and tossed her dark brunette hair over her shoulder. her hair was such a dark brown that it looked black. her ebony hair was down in waves, make-up from last night's rave still on her face, and a pair of red stilettos upon her feet. today alyssa was wearing an off the shoulder white t-shirt ( with elbow length sleeves ) that was so long it ended mid-thigh, with a pair of black leggings, and a red push-up bra, which could be seen through the t-shirt, and of course on the shoulder which didn't have the t-shirt on it. it could also be seen above the deep plunging v neckline of the t-shirt which practically revealed her entire bra, and her toned upper half of her stomach. the bra was of good quality actually. made of the best lace, and much to the male gender's delight there was a matching thong too.

downing another mouthful of jack she walked round to the back of the taxi and got out her suitcase. as soon as her suitcase was out the taxi sped off. glaring at its fast getaway she then rolled her eyes before she walked over to the only male infront of the address. so far so good. he was attractive.

"you must be demitrius, the loser they roped into taking me. i'm alyssa."

she announced with a shrug before downing another mouthful of jack daniels. despite the fact it was illegal for her to drink ( among other things ) it seemed no one was willing to enforce the law upon her. that didn't bother alyssa. she didn't care. she wasn't going to stop anyway.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

Five Hundred, Twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes/ How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

The words of Seasons of Love from Rent played from Demitrius' phone just as the cab pulled up in front of his house. It wasn't really his house anymore. He was to get acquainted with this girl and then off to the airport. The bellhop waited at the door with his luggage. Maybe it was a bit rude of him to do this to the girl- Alyssa was her name- but what did he care? Demi had been accepted into the university and since he had to take care of this girl, "straighten her out", she had to come with him.

Glancing at the screen of his phone, Demi saw the name of his recent "girlfriend". She was just one of many girls who thought of themselves as his girl, when in reality, he would never settle down. The world was too big for him to ever choose just one person. Frankly, the idea baffled him.

She stepped out of the cab and it sped away. Demi raised an eyebrow at it's quick getaway and also her appearance. I have a lot of work to do, he sighed mentally. His eyes lazily went over her outfit. Frankly, she looked like a slut. And the bottle of jack in her hand didn't help the image.

Sighing, this time out loud, Demi stood and ran a hand through his hair, making some strands stand straight up. "Yeah, that's me," he said, brown eyes going over her again, a hint of disgust lighting them, although he tried to keep it hidden. "Nice to meet you." He dropped the cigarette to the ground, crushing it into the grey snow with the heel of his foot.

He signaled the bellhop with a wave of his hand. The man brought his bags out without a word, leaving them on the step. Running a hand through his hair again, Demitrius resisted the urge to get out another cigarette. "As your foster parents probably told you, you're going to stay with me for a while," he said, brown eyes focused on hers to make sure she took in every word. "I'm not happy about it and neither are you, I assume. Still, we're stuck with each other because of the deal your parents made with my father before he died. This is how I'm to pay off his debt.

I'm telling you this so we don't have a misunderstanding. I don't want to take you, but I always keep my word. So, we're going to San Fransisco. As I'm sure you know, you're to go to a high school there while I go to college."

As he spoke, Demi hailed another cab. His plan had been to use the one she arrived in, but that had sped off so quickly he now needed a new one. As it pulled up to the curb, Demi looked this girl, Alyssa, in the eyes and said, "I don't want to hear any complaints, understand?"

Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door to the back of the cab. Elegantly, he gestured for her to get in. "I'll get your luggage, just get in," he said, a bit more gruffly then he'd intended.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

"one, they are not my parents. two, i have gone through six foster houses. three, the social services won't even take me back. so, four, gayboy, i do as i damn well want. no one tells me what to do."

who the hell did he think he was anyway?! he was just some stupid rich kid, that after looking at her in disgust he had to be gay. no male ever looked at her that way. they always wanted her. desired her. needed her. lusted after her. some even fell in love with her. of course she always broke their hearts. with a roll of her eyes towards demi, alyssa then strode past him towards the taxi leaving her luggage on the road for demitrius to fetch. maybe he did have potential though. he was fetching her luggage. she could turn him into a well behaved pet yet. maybe even straighten him out and get him to worship her like a good little slave. that would definately be entertaining, especially with his fortune on tap which would mean she could have an endless supply of alochol. that is if everything went her way of course.

alyssa got into the back of the taxi, slouching, and lifted the bottle of jack daniels to her lips before taking a deep swig. although she'd never conciously admit it, demi was actually very attractive. sexy, even. of course without him falling head over heels for her, alyssa would never ever let on she ever felt anything for him. leaning back she downed another mouthful of jack daniels before her gaze settled upon the male taxi driver. noticing the taxi driver eyeing her up and down, she couldn't help but smirk flirtaciously at him. she leant forward, flashing the driver her cleveage, resting her elbow on the top of his seat as she purred into the guy's ear.

"you know, it might take him a while to load the taxi up. we could get a quick one done by the time he's sorted."

she could tell the driver was definately tempted, but it seemed just as he was going to go for it the boot slammed shut. demi must have put their stuff in already. unfortunately. ah well. she could just join the mile high club on the plane once they were in the air. there would be lots of people on that plane that would die to touch her. demi should be lucky he was chosen to look after her. she was a goddess after all. she was sexy as hell, with a body to die for, and she knew just how to satisfy sexually. she was always the life of any party that was thrown. men and women alike did everything they could so they could get their hands upon her. the sooner demi realised how lucky he was, the better. at least, the better for him. alyssa always made sure that she did whatever the hell she liked. that way, life was always good, and she never got hurt. she was untameable, and so far the six ( seven including demi ) and the social services agreed with that particular term. wild child, problem child, and other variations were also used.

hearing the car door open, alyssa smirked, before pressing her lips to the driver's. she kissed him passionately, her tongue caressing his, for a good few minutes before she pulled away with a smug smirk. leaning back in the seat she downed a mouthful of jack daniels, assuming demi was in the car either beside her or in the front, as the taxi began driving off.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

Gayboy? Where the hell did that come from? Demi wasn't gay, he was bisexual. But he wasn't going to take the time to state the difference to her. He rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, you're fucking bad ass," he said sarcastically, watching her get into the taxi.

He didn't know why he was helping her with the luggage. She was a spoiled brat, making her pull her own way would be the first lesson. He was going to have to let go of his gentlemanly ways when dealing with her. She seemed like the type to take advantage. There was no way in hell he was going to let her have the upper-hand in this relationship, as messed up as it is.

He picked up her suitcase, grunting at how heavy it was. Holy crap, how many clothes did this girl have? She dressed like she didn't have any. Rolling his eyes, he put it in the boot, heading back for his own.

Looking through the back window, he caught sight of Alyssa and the cab driver. She seemed to be whispering in his ear. Demi rolled his eyes. This girl was a class act alright. He slammed the boot closed, a little harder then was necessary. Smirking as he opened the door, Demi climbed in only to see Aly kissing the driver's face off.

"Real classy," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "This is going to be a barrel of laughs, I can just tell."

It made him oddly mad to see that and his hand itched to punch the driver. He gave up resisting the cig and pulled out the pack from his coat pocket. Rolling down the window, he was just tapped one out as the car began to move and Alyssa sat back to take a drink of her alcohol.

In a moment of angry confusion, he reached over to snatch it from her hands. "Mission number one," Demi said. "Get you sober." With quick motions, he tossed the bottle out of the window and watched as it smashed onto the pavement. He looked back at Alyssa with one eyebrow raised, daring her to say anything.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

alyssa launched herself over demi's lap in hopes of grasping the bottle of jack daniels before it went out the window. unfortunately, it didn't work. with her hands on his far thigh she stared out the window as the bottle smashed against the concrete road. she couldn't believe he did that! that was her god damn bottle! well, okay, it wasn't. she had stolen it from her foster parents' liquor cabinet but even so. it wasn't his. he was so going to pay now. quickly she snatched his packet of cigarettes from his hand and then threw them out of the window too. there. it served him right anyway. fortunately she had a back-up bottle of vodka in her luggage just incase for such a situation or occassion. alyssa was never ever going to be sober. she had sworn that to herself years ago after her father almost beat her to death when she was just a kid, and when they had taken her twin brother away from her. she would never be sober again. not for anyone, and sure as hell not for demi.

alyssa sat back on her half of the back seat, crossing her arms over her chest and glared angrily out of the window. she didn't talk to him again for the rest of the taxi ride. fortunately it didn't take that long to get to the airport. as they went through all the boring stuff alyssa didn't fail to flirt with every single airport worker she came across, and of course, introducing demi each time as 'the gay one'. she even got a few numbers from other gay men just for demi. she was making sure she definately wound him up until he gave in and did her bidding. everyone else gave up and she was positive she could make this one give up too. its not as if she ever cared about anyone she met. still, she couldn't help but look at demi every so often. it was almost a shame he was gay. he could have been a good fuck. alyssa strode onto the plane, and as soon as it was up in the air, and the drinks came, she instantly ordered herself a glass of champagne which they put promptly onto demi's tab due to her insistance ( and of course flirting ).

getting another number from a gay man for demi, which she tossed at him, she grinned as an entire bottle of champagne was set down infront of her with a glass. now this was the life. first class with a bottle of the best champagne in the world. alyssa could definately get used to this level of life. it was a full sized bottle too. not the silly mini ones. grasping the bottle she downed a mouthful, ignoring the glass, as she leaned back in her seat. she couldn't wait to see the mansion or first class penthouse she was going to get to live in. maybe she'd try to straighten demi out just to keep this high life going on. it could be fun. instantly alyssa looked around the other first class passengers trying to find a decent looking male she could join the mile high club. she really was itching to have sex. it had almost been an entire morning since she felt a male between her legs.

"there has to be someone attractive i can take to the toilet with me..."

alyssa spoke under her breath, not even caring if demi heard her. after all what was he going to do? strap her with chains to her seat? she highly doubted it.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

A sense of satisfaction came over him as Aly launched herself onto his lap, arm stretched out for the alcohol. An even greater satisfaction filled him as the bottle fell to the ground, whiskey going everywhere, glass shards flying through the air. The cab rolled over what was left of the bottle- crushing it even further into non-existence.

He turned to smirk down at her, refusing to acknowledge the desire that rose to the surface as he saw her laying on his lap. He shook his head. Now was not the time to be feeling such things and certainly the wrong person to be feeling them about. There could be nothing between them, even if Demi did lust after her. If she cleaned up, perhaps she would be beautiful, but Demitrius had never gone for the skank look.

Aly got her own revenge however. As soon as her bottle was out the window, she snatched his cigarettes. Growling angrily, he watched them sail out the window. Shoving her off his lap, he turned to stare out into the streets. His finger tapped on his knee, a nervous habit that came to the forefront whenever he was out of cigs.

The cab ride was quiet after that, but it was also short. The climbed out of the car and Demi paid the driver, keeping an eye on Aly so she didn't kiss him again. He grabbed the bags, this time making her carry her own. To hell with being a gentleman, he was going to make this girl work for it.

As soon as their bags were taken away, Demi pulled Aly into a store so he could buy himself more cigarettes. Damn him, but he was addicted. He supposed it was the same with her and alcohol, but unlike her, he didn't need it all the time.

He had hoped that Aly would have calmed down after her little escapade with the cabbie, but apparently not. She flirted with everyone she met. Girls, guys, it didn't matter. She even found a few gay man and gave him their numbers. Demitri rolled his eyes and threw the numbers away. He could pick up men by himself, if he really wanted to. She, however, killed his libido.

Finally the got on the plane and Demi put his headphones in, prepared to ignore Aly for the whole flight. That proved to be impossible. She ordered drink after drink after drink, even downing champagne straight from the bottle. She flirted with everyone around her, even throwing another number at him. Demi rolled his eyes, and tore up the number, giving an apologetic glance at the man from who it had come.

Stopping a flight attendant, he gave her a flirtatious smile as he took his headphones off. "Could you please not bring her any more alcohol?" he asked in the silky voice that tended to make women's knees go weak. He looked at her from underneath his lashes and put on his most charming smile.

The woman was dazzled. She could hardly say anything as she nodded before hurrying off, blubbering to herself. Demi smirked to himself, hoping Aly had seen, just so she knew that he wasn't totally gay. He was just about to put his headphones back on when he heard her mumble to herself about taking someone to the toilet. Obviously, she wanted to have sex.

Demi rolled his eyes and settled back in his seat, headphones back on. "Over my dead body..." he said, just loud enough for her to hear and closed his eyes, reaching over to grasp her wrist.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

everything was going great. was. until she heard demi flirt with the female air stewardess. she wasn't even pretty! just a fat thing with blonde hair and shabby ankles. aly's eyes narrowed as she watched the female wander off. first she'd deal with that whore, and then she'd deal with demi. she would not stand for this. her territory was her territory, and as far as aly was concerned demi was hers. sure, he didn't know it, they weren't dating, and it was clear he loathed every inch of her but even so... aly swallowed deeply, fortunately the back of her head to demi since she was sat on the aisle seat, and for one brief second one could almost think that genuine emotion had flickered upon her face. however as quick as it came it was gone so everyone would just assume they were seeing things. unfortunately just as she went to get up demi grabbed her wrist yanking her back down to her seat.

"get your filthy hands off me gayboy!"

aly snapped as she turned round to face him with her firey glare. demi had never talked to her like that. he'd never given her that velvety purr or looked at her with anything but disgust. well, she would not stand for that. if he didn't want her then she sure as hell didn't want him! infact, he was ugly. at least, from this point onwards alyssa decided he would be ugly to her. if he thought he could break her then he had another thing coming. she would never be broken, and if she had to burn down his entire bedroom to make it clear to him then so be it. okay, so she wouldn't burn down his bedroom, but she would have a rave in his house, and make sure to have sex in his bed at least once, film it, and put it on the internet where demi could easily find it as well as see it. oh yes. her devious mind liked that plan.

alyssa snatched her arm away from his, took a deep swig of her champagne, and then strode down the aisle after that female air stewardess. once she got the female cornered, and alone, that demi had flirted with she pinned her up against a nearby wall. with no one to see, she cupped the female's hips, making it appear like they were flirting, only to hiss a warning into the female's ear. if she ever even looked at demi or talked to him with want then alyssa would mess up her pretty little face. oh, and if she ever told anyone she threatened her, she would get her fired by saying she had sex with a client. then, alyssa walked back to her seat, sat down, and grabbed the champagne bottle once more. she flagged down a male steward and then proceeded to flirt with him to wind demi up as much as possible. she even got a number, and once he disappeared she leaned back in her seat, feeling a little better, although she was still very much pissed.

glancing at the television screen in the back of the seat infront of her alyssa spoke out loud, loud enough for demi to hear, implying she had just had sex, and that maybe she might get a second go on the same flight.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

Demi rolled his eyes at both her command and the nickname she still used for him. He would have thought that flirting with the waitress would have convinced her that he was not, in fact, gay. Apparently, he was wrong. It seemed that Aly would always be full of surprises.

But boy, did he love the fire in her eyes. It was almost like she was... jealous. Of the flight attendant? Because he'd flirted with her? He couldn't stop a big smile crossing his face, a devious smile. Well well, here was an interesting plot twist. She liked him. If he wasn't mistaken, which he was pretty sure he wasn't. Sometimes being a lady's man paid off. Maybe, just maybe, if he flirted with Aly, she'd do as he said. Yeah, that was a big maybe.

He saw the devious expression in her eyes and watched silently as she snatched her arm away. She took another drink of her alcohol and stood. Demi watched curiously as she walked to the front of the plane. What the hell was she doing?

His eyebrows flew into his hair as he saw her corner the attendant, pressing their hips together. Oh. Well then. Maybe he was wrong about the jealous thing... Still, it didn't look like the woman was liking it, so he'd won on some level. It was all about the small victories.

Silently he watched as she returned to her seat, but not before flirting again. What. The. Fuck. Demi would never understand Alyssa Ashton, he decided then and there. Still, he was going to have to learn her quirks if he were to straighten her out (something he was thinking would be very difficult, if not impossible).

Sighing, he reached over after she took her last drink to grab the champagne bottle. He handed it to a passing flight attendant, gesturing for him to take it away. Then he turned back to her, staring her straight in the eyes.

"Let's get some things straight right now. One, when you're with me, there will be no drinking. Two, there will be no sex. Ever. You're too young and I will have none of it in my house. Understand?" he gazed at her, brown eyes burning into blue, trying and hoping his point got across.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

"let me think, your not my father, your not my boyfriend, and your not my brother. so hell fucking no! haven't you got it through your thick skull yet gayboy?! i'm untameable. no one could pin me down before you, and no one will after you! i will do what i like when i like regardless of whatever consequences. the social services have even washed their hands of me gayboy! you stand no chance."

perhaps she was being a bit harsh on him but then again he had flirted openly with another woman infront of her. he probably deserved it. alyssa made sure to glare at him with a cold firey glare as she had spoken, before turning just as an air steward came along. alyssa then proceeded to get the air steward her champagne bottle back since she wasn't quite finished with it. she of course flirted at the same time. within moments the champagne bottle was back. much to alyssa's relief. if she was going to have to spend time with demi she was most definately going to need to be drunk. he was most definately getting on her nerves already. if she didn't know any better she would have thought he was getting under her skin. of course alyssa never let anyone get under her skin. she never let anyone get close.

he was just lucky she didn't hit him. that was for damn sure. he was so rude. demanding her to do his bidding like she was his maid. well, she wasn't, and she wasn't going to do anything he wanted either. especially since he had called her a kid. if you really wanted to hurt her then the easiest way to do it was to call her a kid. she wasn't a kid. sure, in age, officially she could be labelled as a kid. however, in every other way ( and they all counted ) she was a grown up woman. she'd show him she wasn't a kid. she would have sex in his god damn bed, and have the thing playing on repeat on his television so when he walked in he'd see the whole thing, and then, he'd know she wasn't a kid, and he would realise exactly what he was missing. oh yes. alyssa would make sure demi rued the day he ever treated her badly.

"now if your quite done trying to make your little slave, hell, even if your not, i'm going to watch a movie."

with that she put on her headphones and put on the movie onto moulin rouge. just to make it absolutely clear she was grown up and sexual woman. subtly she ran a hand up her thigh, hoping to draw his attention to her lushious curves.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

"No one has tried as hard as I'm going to try to tame you. They've given up on you before they've even started, simply by your reputation. Well guess what? I'm not intimidated. I will not be scared of some girl. And I plan to fulfill this debt, I will make you a model citizen, even if it kills me," he promised her, before mumbling under his breath, "It's the least I could do for him."

Demi got a far-away look in his eyes as he thought of his father. It pained him every time, which is why he tried to stay away from that topic. He repressed memories, put photos away and did everything possible to pretend like he'd never had a father, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. Practically anytime he thought back to the past, his father popped into his head. It wasn't a big surprise, considering that his father had spent all his time with Demi, preparing his oldest son to take over the construction business.

Photography and construction were polar opposites in Demi's mind. And taking pictures was his real love, his true passion. Construction was the bane of his existence. He hated the noise and the materials, everything about it annoyed and frustrated him. There was also the fact that he was no good at running a business, not one bit.

Sighing, he forced himself back to the present just in time to watch Aly run a hand up her thigh. Well that little bitch. She was deliberately tempting him! So she wanted to play hardball huh? Then she'd get smacked in the face.

Giving a sly grin, he reached over to grab the hand that was on her thigh, pulling her up so they were standing. The headphones popped out of her ears. He ignored her protests and without a word pulled her by the hand into the bathroom. He pushed her inside, a bit more forcefully than might be necessary, but he was on a power-trip right now. Shutting the door behind him, Demitrius locked it before turning. It wasn't the biggest bathroom in existence, but it fit for his purposes.

Reaching up, he tangled a hand in Alyssa's almost ebony locks. "Was someone jealous of the flight attendant?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his face as he leaned forward, drawing his nose over the curve of her jaw from her ear to her chin. "Don't be..." he whispered again, before reaching up to capture her mouth with his.

He used the hand in her hair to move her head into the position he wanted, using his tongue to pry her lips apart. Demitrius didn't quite know why he was doing this, but he couldn't stop now that he'd started. He took possession of her mouth, not caring if she wanted this or not. This was the last time- ever- he kissed her, or desired her, or anything.

Pulling away, the smirk still firmly in place, he placed one more quick kiss to her lips before whispering, "Don't forget who's the boss around here..." Then he unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom, walking confidently back to his seat.

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

"you will not suceed, and it will kill you."

aly retorted back, keeping her gaze on the movie. he was such an asshole. why she had even found such a disgusting pig attractive god only knows because aly didn't. feeling a hand grab hers aly frowned as she glanced down only to notice that demi had grabbed her hand. before she knew it he had pulled her to her feet and was hauling her into the bathroom. she expected him to hit her. what else coul she expect? he had done nothing but be rude and yell at her. the next level was to hit her, and well, she couldn't say that being hit would be a new experience. so, inhaling a deep breath and squashing any temptation for tears, she followed him into the bathroom which she noticed he promptly locked. so this was it? the rich gayboy was going to beat her into submission? well, he had another thing coming if he thought she could be beaten into submission.

aly watched him, her emotions guarded, as he tangled a hand into her hair. probably to keep her in place. she'd take all the beating he would deliver. it was the least she could do in rememberance of her twin brother. she felt his nose run up the curve of her jaw, and before she could deny his accusation of her being jealous, his lips had found hers. she wasn't entirely sure what had happened. alyssa had been kissed millions of times. she had been groped, abused, and had sex more times then she could even remember. but this kiss... it did something she had never gotten the chance to fear. she kissed him back with a passion she didn't know she had, a longing erupting inside her heart, as alyssa for the first time felt like she was a kid. a kid with a hopeless and ever growing crush. another quick kiss captured her lifeless heart, and before she could say a word he was gone.

alyssa locked the bathroom door, her eyes stinging as she sat down upon the toilet and put her head in her hands. he had kissed her merely to get to her. he had kissed her merely to show who was boss. he didn't like her in any way, shape, or form. it was this knowledge that broke alyssa's heart. she was all alone. always had been. she had never liked anyone, and the rate her like for demi was growing she knew it would be no time before it grew into deep seated and overwhelming love. she had no choice. demi drove her to this. silently in her head she did hope if he did by some random miracle he did feel the same she prayed for forgiveness. alyssa however, soon got up, opened the bathroom door, grabbed the nearest male, and then hauled him into the bathroom. she locked the door, and forced herself to have sex with the attractive male. she repressed her tears, her pains, and how desperately she wished she could scream demi's name, and instead made sure she had thorough sex with this male. once it was over she then went back to her seat looking thoroughly satisfied, even though she was not, and sat down.

she put the head phones on, winked flirtaciously at the male as he passed by, and then looked back at the television screen to watch the movie. fortunately the airplane journey didn't seem to last too long after that. soon enough alyssa felt herself walking out of the san francisco airport, with her luggage, and looking for a taxi.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

Demitrius sat in his seat, trying his hardest to pay attention to the movie. Moulin Rouge. It was one of his favorites actually, just for Nicole Kidman. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Alyssa off his mind. Why hadn't she come out yet? Did she get hurt?

Finally the concern was too much and he got up to check on her. He made his way to the bathroom and was about to knock on the door when he heard a moan. And it wasn't female.

Curling his fist so tightly his fingernails dug into his skin, Demi returned to his seat. He ignored Aly when she finally came back, not speaking to her even as they got off the plane. He was silent all the way through customs and baggage claim, barely looking at her.

He didn't know why her having sex with someone else bothered him so much. He didn't care about her. All her cared about was getting the job done and then getting her out of his life for good. But it felt like he... cared about her. Sure, she was pretty sexy in her own way, but he didn't like her beyond lust. And he'd keep it that way.

He hailed a taxi and put their luggage in the back, not looking to see if Aly got in before climbing in himself. They were headed to a townhouse that Demi had rented for going to college. He had wanted to live in a dorm like regular college students, but this Alyssa predicament changed everything around.

"I hope you like cramped quarters," he said quietly as the pulled into the traffic of San Fransisco.

[ooc: Shall we move this to another place or continue here?]

[ALYSSA JANE ASHTON]

despite the sex afterwards, which she had hoped would get the feel of demi off her and make it clear he couldn't boss her around even through sex, she could still feel demi on her and well, the guilt was gnawing through her like a rat through a cable. she NEEDED alcohol, and fast. before she spilled anything to demi. alyssa hadn't been sober in years, and she didn't fancy starting being sober now. it had taken her so long to keep drinking so it would keep her stupid emotions away, and she wasn't going to throw all that away now. emotions involved pain, and pain hurt. therefore, alcohol = emotions go away. that was basically the root of all alyssa's sins. not that anyone was bright enough to figure that stuff out. as soon as she got into the taxi she put her luggage on her seat, knelt in the foot well, and opened up her bag.

soon enough she hauled a bottle of vodka out of it, opened it up and took a deep mouthful. that felt so much better. she had alcohol now, and soon, she would be going to this rich kid's place, and she was positive there would be more alcohol or at least a gold card there. everything would be okay. apart from her soul eating crush on demi. of course. that, unfortunately, couldn't be drowned in alcohol. alyssa still had to work out a solution for that but she was positive she could figure out something. alyssa zipped her luggage bag closed, before taking another swig of the vodka. she had noticed demi hadn't talked to her for a while. maybe he had given in already? it wouldn't surprise her. most gave up far quicker then he had done. still, for the first time it was almost a shame that demi had given up so quickly.

glancing at demi, alyssa couldn't remember the way he had looked her in the bathroom. she could however remember the way he touched her and whispered huskily into her ear. it hadn't been a declaration of love, but, he had said she didn't need to be jealous, so perhaps that was asking her to be his? she didn't know, but what she did know was that she was craving for him to touch her again. this time, however, she knew she would have to touch him first. it was almost like a business transaction. maybe she could give him oral? it would be quite easy from the foot well. plus it usually pleasured males so completely that they'd do anything afterwards. alyssa however had a nagging feeling that demi would just think she was a kid and a whore. still, she wanted him to touch her again. therefore alyssa felt she had no choice.

alyssa placed the vodka bottle carefully upon the taxi seat, making sure it wouldn't fall over before she completely let go. she crawled over to his foot well, prying his legs apart, and then ran her hands up his thighs. alyssa did her best to put on a softer expression. usually she just looked like a naughty minx, but, alyssa had a feeling if anything would make demi touch her again it would probably be an expression like vunerability. she could have actually done vunerability a minute or so ago if she hadn't had more alcohol considering how sober she had been getting. however, she was drunk now, and she was trying her best. her fingers soon went to his zipper as she pressed against him.

[DEMITRIUS SUAREZ]

Demi stared out the window at the familiar but not city. The buildings- hell, even the sidewalks and streets- looked just like New York. Still, there was an air about the city that was different. Something that was there that wasn't there in New York. A sense of community maybe... whatever it was, Demi liked it. For the first time in a long while, he allowed a contented smile to cross his face. He tilted his head toward the sunlight streaming in the window, hardly paying attention to what Aly was doing.

The smile faded a bit as his mind turned back to her. For some reason, he really couldn't ignore her. His thoughts turned to her and his hands itched to touch her. It was a weird feeling and he rubbed his arms, trying to make it go away. The smile had fallen completely off his face now to be replaced by an unhappy frown. What was it about her? Sure, he found her attractive, but then he found almost everyone attractive. She was unusually aggravating and got under his skin as no one else had ever had, but that couldn't be all there was to it. Maybe you have a crush... that little voice at the back of his mind whispered. Demi shook it away. No, hell no. He wouldn't go there, not ever. There could never be anything between them anyway.

It was then he felt the hands on his thighs, making their way up to his zipper. Shocked, he looked down to see Aly on the floor between his legs, a strange look on her beautiful face. It was almost... vulnerable. He looked over to her side of the cab, noticing the vodka bottle on the seat. His eyes hardened at the sight. So. She couldn't touch him unless she was drunk, could she? All the more reason to make sure she stayed sober.

"What the hell are you doing?" Demi asked coldly, pushing her hands away. He held them tightly at the wrist. To keep her from touching him again, he tried to tell himself, but he knew that it was really to keep him from placing her hands where he wanted them so badly.