Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Brothers and Sisters

C-Cup Full of Marshmallows

by moocow 6 reviews

GET SOME! Oh hot damn, me and Izzy are in hot demand.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: R - Genres: Drama,Humor,Romance - Warnings: [!] [?] - Published: 2009-03-18 - Updated: 2009-03-19 - 3808 words

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Ali had separated herself from the commotion surrounding the fire early on to find Grace sitting in the backyard, her legs dangling in the pool as she sat on the ledge.

“Hey,” As Ali made her presence known; Grace turned her head to her.

“I’m not telling you anything,” she quickly spoke. Ali paused only momentarily and shook her head, sitting down right next to Grace.

“Yes you are,” she argued and as Grace fumed slightly, Ali flicked off her flip-flops and sunk her feet into the pool as well. She looked back at Grace, and simply waited. Defeated, Grace looked down at her lap and let a deep sigh escape her lips.

“Gabe and I…” Grace skewed her mouth to one side and looked back up at Ali. “We used to date,”

“I knew it,” Ali whispered, meaning it to be more to herself, but realized that was hard to do when the person you are speaking to is sitting right in front of you. Grace paused and Ali offered a sheepish smile. “Sorry, continue,”

Grace sighed again before meshing her hands together nervously.

“We started dating in high school and it was wonderful,” Ali noted the genuine smile that spread across her features. “It was close to two years when we got in our first huge fight, right before Prom,” Grace tilted her head to glance at Ali out of the corner of her eye. “We ended up going with different people and towards the end of the night, I tried finding him to fix things, but found out he left with the girl he came with,”

“Grace,” Ali whispered, feeling extreme pity for her friend. Grace shook her head solemnly and frowned.

“I haven’t seen or talked to him since then, hell, we never really officially broke up,” Grace sat up and took on an angry expression. “I knew he went here from hearsay, but I never expected to run into him,” she shook her head some more. “Especially under these circumstances,”

Ali tried with all her might to come up with something to say, but found herself speechless. Grace shrugged slightly, almost as if she knew as well there was nothing much to say after her story. Though, just as Ali was going to lean forward and gather Grace in a hug, an interruptive cough came from behind them and as the two turned, they were faced with both Patrick and Gabe, Gabe looking rather guilty for some strange reason.

“Ali, can I…uh, talk to you?” Patrick asked. Ali looked back at Grace and creased her eyebrows together. Grace looked worried, but nodded her head, signaling it was alright for her friend to go. She let her eyes follow Ali and Patrick until they were back inside before snapping her head back to her lap.

“Grace,”

Gabe barely spoke her name, but he knew she heard him. When he didn’t get a response, he sat down next to her and promptly began to roll up his pant legs so that he could soak his feet in the pool as well. Things were, to say the least, already awkward.

“Grace...” He looked at her face and said it slightly louder this time, desperately wanting a reply. He sighed and stared into the pool. “You should know that I didn’t mean for us to meet under these circumstances,” Grace rolled her eyes slightly and Gabe looked over his shoulder at where a line of black smoke could be seen behind the girls house. He shuffled closer to her and looked at her again. “Grace everything that happened, it was a long time ago.” Grace turned to look at Gabe.

“It wasn’t that long ago, barely a few years...” Gabe sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, well. I’m sure you’re over me by now anyway.” Grace frowned at him and turned to face him, anger spreading on her features.

“You know what? Yeah, I am over you. But seeing you here makes me remember everything you did to me. That brings everything back. And I’m sorry Gabe but I can’t cope with that right now.” Gabe looked guiltily down at his feet and sighed, trying to hug Grace. She pushed him away however and stood up from the pool, angry that he was trying to get close to her again.

“Don’t do that Gabe. I can’t stand being near you, after what you did-” Gabe stood up this time, interrupting her and glaring at her face.

“What I did? Grace I didn’t do anything! You were the one that broke us up by fighting with me about stupid little things-”

“Stupid little things? Gabe I was fighting with you because you were flirting with my best friend. How is that little?” Her eyes began to water and Gabe shrugged, not fazed by the look on her face.

“It just is. And then you never speak to me again, I mean I-”

“I never spoke to you again because I saw you leave with that girl at prom.” Gabe looked shocked for a minute then recovered.

“Grace I was taking her home, I was her ride, I would never-”

“Don’t lie to me Gabe.” She twiddled her thumbs and sighed, Gabe becoming angrier at her calm voice.

“I’m not lying Grace! I can’t believe after two years of us, you would believe I would just sleep with some other girl after one stupid fight. I just-”

Their squabbling was interrupted by a loud girlish scream from behind them, and they turned quickly in case any of the other girls were hurt. The source of the screams was soon discovered however to be Pete, standing on the small patch of grass, still wearing just his boxers. The tape that was still stuck to him was being ripped off by Izzy, her face full of happiness when Pete screamed bloody murder at each piece of tape.

“JESUS WOMAN!” He cringed when she smirked at the red stripes all over his chest, and he prodded his skin slightly.

“I’m stripy, I have red stripes,” He giggled, and Izzy rolled her eyes. She put her fingers on his chest, peeling the corner of the next piece of tape. Pete smirked slightly and rested his arm on her shoulder.

“Babe if you wanna’ touch me, all you have to do is ask,” He said, and Izzy glared.

“Don’t babe me.” She said, and picked at the corner that refused to pull away from his chest. Pete took the opportunity of her being so close to wrap an arm around her waist.

“You know you love this, being this close to – AHH FUCK SHIT FUCK!” He keeled over as Izzy examined the ductape she had just removed, that piece going from his chest across his arm. She laughed when his arm hair was stuck to the tape, and looked to his forearm that now had a strip of smooth skin. Pete widened his eyes at the part of his body that looked like it had just been waxed, and gaped his mouth slightly.

“If this is what waxing feels like, I don’t know how you girls do it...” He said, and Izzy nodded.

“Neither do we,” She said, pulling the last piece of tape off of his leg. He again ended up with a smooth patch of skin and groaned.

“I look like I just got on the wrong side of a shaver,” He looked down at himself, then at Izzy who was picking up the tape off of the floor. He looked down her top as she bent over, and then kept staring once she was stood upright. He snapped his eyes up to her face after a minute or two and frowned.

“Izzy,” He asked innocently, and she stared at his face.

“What?” She asked, and Pete smiled slightly.

“Please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes,” He said, and Izzy glared, looking down at herself. Pete sniggered slightly and grabbed his jeans that were on a fencepost, shimmying into them and holding his shirt in his hand.

“Izzy, do you want me to leave this off? I know you’d love to stare at this,” He pointed at his chest, “All day.”

Izzy rolled her eyes but didn’t reply, smirking slightly at Pete’s techniques of trying to get a girl. She motioned for him to put his shirt on, and he stuck his bottom lip out before covering his bare chest with it. They realized Grace and Gabe had left them to go inside at this point, and frowned realizing they were outside alone. Suddenly Travis, Jenn and Dirty ran out and pointed to the both of them.

“Group meeting, we’re giving the guys a little offer,” Jenn said, and Izzy shrugged, walking inside with Pete following her closely. Everyone was in the living room; the only people missing were Patrick and Ali.

“Where are Ali and Patrick?” Izzy asked, and Ashley looked at her.

“Outside talking, Ali’s probably making Patrick uncomfortable because apparently,” She looked at Pete who sniggered again. “Apparently Patrick fancies the pants off of Ali.” Izzy laughed and went to sit on the last free chair, but Pete beat her to it.

“If you want to sit, there’s a seat right here,” He patted his lap and Izzy huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fuck you, I’ll stand thanks.” She said smugly, and Pete looked genuinely disappointed. He recovered quickly however and looked at the other girls.

“So what’s the meeting for? And, shouldn’t we wait for those two?” He motioned outside, indicating where he knew Patrick and Ali were. Jenn smiled.

“I’m sure they’ll be okay with missing this meeting,” She said, and Ashley giggled.

“Right. Anyway, we’ve got a proposition for you guys.” The boys raised their eyebrows and Andy looked skeptical.

“We walked into your house with Pete taped to the ceiling, how do I know this isn’t something to get us all pranked?” The girls laughed and Jenn shrugged.

“It’s not, but don’t give us ideas. Plus, where’s the fun in pranking you all at once?” Ashley nodded and carried on.

“Right. We would be happy for you guys to stay here, considering,” She looked out of the window where the remains of the boy’s house was being attended to by fire fighters and police. “Considering you guys don’t exactly have a house anymore.” She giggled slightly and the boys glared at her. Jenn smiled.

“At a price.” She added, and Joe turned to look at her.

“What kind of price?” He asked, and Jenn smiled evilly.

“Each of you, separately, have to perform a pledge. Decided by us, and if you don’t participate, you sleep out on the front porch.” The boys widened their eyes and gulped, terrified after seeing what they had done to Pete, which wasn’t even his pledge, what they could do to them. Dirty spoke up, making the other boys glare at him after what he said.

“Sure, we’ll do it.” He said, and Travis slapped him in the arm.

“Shut up dude, they could be thinking of the most evil things...” He looked slightly scared, but then smiled. “But they’re hot, so I think we could cope.” Joe, Andy, Gabe and Pete stared at him, all pulling the same face, but one by one they rolled their eyes and the girls could see them agreeing reluctantly. Grace sat up straight and smirked.

“So, who is going first?” She asked, and the boys looked at each other, coming to a silent understanding. Pete giggled slightly and looked out of the window.

“Me thinky Tricky will, considering he’s not here to protest,”

After Pete spoke, the group couldn’t help but develop devious smiles and all huddle together, deciding the fate of their beloved Patrick.

*

“What did you need, Patrick?” Ali questioned the nervous looking boy that stood in front of her. Now that they had migrated from the back yard to the front porch, Pete’s screams weren’t that annoying anymore. Still, every time a small shriek was heard, Ali let a small smile appear on her lips. Patrick sighed and opted to sit on the swing bench.

“Nothing, really,” he laughed timidly and gulped as Ali plopped down next to him. “Gabe just asked me to help him get Grace alone,” Ali nodded and instantly Patrick felt like he had already made a mistake; he had sort of betrayed one of her friends. “Kind of makes me out to be a jackass, uh?” he asked. He was surprised when Ali shook her head.

“You were just helping a friend, just like I was,” she explained. Patrick nodded and found himself helplessly staring down Ali’s cleavage for a moment, before feeling his cheeks heat up in realization. Ali sighed, not noticing. “Plus, I’m the kind of girl who likes to get both sides of the story before analyzing the situation,”

“Well I’ve only known Gabe for like, a day, so I can’t help you there,” Patrick mentioned. Ali shrugged and thought about what Grace had told her.

“It’s ok, I’ll figure it out, I always do,” she boasted, though not cockily, like Pete would have spoke. Patrick smiled dreamily at Ali once more and for a moment, he thought being honest about what Pete had written about her, but decided as soon as Jenn poked her head through out the door it was best to save it for another time.

“Mother Moo,” Ali glanced up at Jenn’s voice and Patrick shot up his eyebrows, confused at first of the nickname. He answered himself in the same second, figuring Ali was the head of the house, just like Pete was the head of AO.

“What, Jenn?” Ali asked. Patrick noted the mischievous smile that crept up on Jenn’s face.

“Just come inside, ok?” she beckoned.

Ali looked back at Patrick, curious before standing up and following Jenn inside, Patrick closely behind her. Once inside however, Ali stopped in her footsteps stone cold, Patrick bumping into her and simultaneously accidentally touching his hand to her butt. He was about to apologize when his eyes drifted to the cause of her pause. On the coffee table, in the middle of room, with the gang surrounding it sat placed a bag of marshmallows and next to it, a costume. It was no ordinary costume, however; it was a sailor suit.

“What is going on here?” Ali asked timidly, eying her sorority sisters. Ashley giggled from where she sat and shifted her eyes up towards the ceiling, trying to pull an innocent face.

“Well, the guys are going to stay with us-”

“But,” Izzy cut her off and waved a hand to where most of the guys were sitting, looking just as impish. “They have to perform pledges first,” Ali nodded slowly and looked back down at the marshmallows.

“Ok, so who’s first? And…” she bent over and picked up the sailor suit, holding it up to her chest, only to find it was not meant to be worn by a woman. “What?” she breathed out and stared bewildered at the rest of the gang. Pete started to laugh out and pointed at Patrick.

“This time, we actually helped pick out the pledge!”

Patrick instantly widened his eyes and as Ali turned around and showed off the sailor suit, Patrick let his mouth fall ajar, his eyes widening as well.

“I’m already scared,” Patrick mumbled but was only responded with laughter from the guys. Dirty pointed at Ali and she too widened her eyes.

“But involves her breasts!” he announced. Ali creased her eyebrows together and reached over, smacking him across the head.

Excuse me?” she yelled, looking towards the girls. Grace waved her hands in front of her face, shaking her head wildly.

“It’s not what you think!” she shouted and Ali paused in her fury to glance at Patrick, who’s face had turned a bright shade of red. Grace coughed to get Ali’s attention back and picked up the bag of marshmallows.

“Basically,” she started and after a failed attempt at opening the bag, Gabe leaned over the table and snatched it from her, opening it himself. Grace gave him a quick glare before looking back up at Ali. “We are going to place the marshmallows along the lines of your bra, and Patrick has to eat them!”

Ali raised an eyebrow at this and looked back down at the sailor suit.

“But what is this for?” she asked. Patrick slapped his hand to his head, not wanting her to even ask. Joe chuckled.

“Well, Tricky, you are going to wear that while you do it,” Everybody looked to Patrick only to find a flat expression, him not believing anything he was hearing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. Ali sighed but looked to Pete as he shook his head.

“There’s one more thing,” he voiced. Patrick raised an eyebrow.

“Could it get any worse?” he sarcastically said. Ali smirked, unamused but widened her eyes as Pete fished out a two pairs of handcuffs.

“Both of your hands will be handcuffed behind your back!” he shouted, excitedly.

It seemed as though Ali and Patrick had no time to react, the guys grabbing Patrick and carrying him off to the downstairs bathroom the sailor suit and Ali’s shirt being ripped off. Ali reluctantly agreed while the girls tucked marshmallows in her bra, leaving them all visible, and reachable. Izzy giggled though, as she stuffed a few in Ali’s cleavage and stepped back to admire her work.

“Oh, if he doesn’t get turned on by the time you guys are done, I’m going to be a broken artist,” Ali rolled her eyes and straightened up slightly as Ashley tied up her hair in a loose ponytail, to get it out of the way.

“Any last words?” Ashley asked. Ali shook her head and closed her eyes, a little ticked off that her friends would do this to her. As she felt Grace place the hand cuffs on her wrists behind her back, she snapped her eyes open again, only to find Izzy cutting a piece of ductape off from the left-over roll.

“Wait! You didn’t say anything about that!” she announced and heard Patrick’s protests as the guys came back as well.

Izzy rolled her eyes and slapped the ductape on before whipping her around and making her face Patrick who was now dressed up in the sailor suit, his own hands handcuffed behind his back. He looked solemnly at Ali and gulped as the gang left them standing in front of each other, Ali’s eyes still huge from the shock of having her mouth taped over. Patrick gulped and looked over her shoulder at the guys who sat poised on the edge of the couch, the girls looking just as eager.

“Do I really have to do this?” he asked, and watched as everybody behind Ali nod, while she shook her head side to side.

“Don’t pay attention to Ali, Trick, she’s just nervous because she’s never been with a sailor,” Dirty’s joke almost didn’t make it past his lips as he burst out in laughter, only to be faced with a death glare from Patrick. Travi whistled low.

“I think Patrick’s just intimidated by Ali’s sexy body,” Patrick observed Ali as she rolled her eyes and took a nervous step towards her, chewing on his bottom lip. He took a deep breath and before bowing his head, he locked eyes with her.

“Sorry,” he whispered and Ali just blinked and lowered her head as Patrick’s head came closer to her chest. She let out a low breath through her nose as his breath ran across the top of one of her breasts and clenched her teeth behind the tape.

One by one, Patrick ate the marshmallows, pausing occasionally, to tilt his head back and catch one from dropping. Ali couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on and felt her abdomen clench tight as Patrick’s tongue lightly licked across her. Her eyes widened and he broke away, looking sheepish. The rest of the gang let out low whistles but Patrick shrug them off before returning to his work. He was almost done, and while trying not to stare at Ali’s breasts, he counted one more in her cleavage and desperately asked for all heavenly forces to help him out. He didn’t want to do this anymore, but figured after this, his life couldn’t get any worse. After all, he’d be watching everybody else’s pledges. Ali sighed and adjusted herself slightly, and Patrick gulped, knowing he was taking his time. He went for it, but as he pressed his face into her cleavage to retrieve the last marshmallow, he heard the sound of a camera lens closing and tore away to see Izzy smiling behind her beloved camera and handing it to Pete who immediately started laughing out. Ali sighed out as Grace undid her handcuffs and she quickly whipped her hand up to her face and tore off the ductape before maneuvering herself towards the kitchen. Patrick followed her, finding that everybody was too busy laughing over the photo to notice his departure.

“Ali, I’m sorry,” Ali turned around and after trying to conceal her amusement, began to laugh. Patrick was standing with the utmost pathetic expression, with his hands still behind his back and in the costume.

“Patrick, here,” she walked behind him and broke open the handcuffs and placed them on the counter as he turned around, shaking his head as he scoped an eyeful of her chest again. Ali giggled before shaking her head, bewildered by what had just happened. “I’m sorry too, my girls are a crazy bunch,” Patrick shrugged and observed the sailor suit on him, finding himself feeling extremely kid like.

“Well, now we can laugh at them as they get pledged in,” he paused to catch her eyes. “Hopefully they will be worse then this,” Ali batted her eyelashes slightly and turned towards the sink, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it slightly.

“Oh, this wasn’t that bad,”

Patrick’s expression faltered and he was confused at what she meant by that, but shook it to the back of his head. Thinking for a second, however, he realized too, that being that close to Ali’s breasts wasn’t all that bad.
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