Jackson/Miyami RP

"Miyami you're going whether you like it or not." Her friend, Tia, spoke rather bluntly while they had attended lunch that day. She was always fighting to get Miyami over her shyness of people. Mainly Tia wanted to get her out in the world to meet a man so that they could go on double dates. Though despite how much Miyami, or just Miya for short, fought and tried to talk Tia into allowing her to just sit at home and do what she usually did, she would usually end up dragging her out somewhere, doing god knows what anyway. Damn her and her ability to get Miya to do exactly what she wanted.

This time she wanted to take Miya out to the street races, the one thing she hadn't seen since moving to America from Japan a few years back. Tia's boyfriend was a racer and usually took his girl out there for good fun, and to get some money before going out to dinner like they usually did. Most of the time he would scare the hell out of Tia while she waited at the finishing line. Ah but tonight would a different story; a lot of friends would be attending to brag and show off their new custom cars, it was going to be a fun night. Tia was determined to get Miyami to be more comfortable, to get her out of her shell and meet people.

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Back at Miya's house, all she heard for a good two hours straight was Tia begging and pleading to go with the group. Even through cooking and having music blasting, she was still able to hear the annoying begs and whining. Damn herself now for her inability to say no to the girl that helped her perfect her English. "Fine!" she exclaimed with a sigh, the music volume now lowering so they wouldn't have to scream at eachother to have a casual conversation. "I'll go, but you have to give me a ride there. No way I'm taking my car out there." she explained, her voice filled thickly with that of her Japanese accent.

Tia leaped with joy at the oppritunity to take Miya out of the house and actually outside. And before she knew it, Miya was being dragged into her bedroom where pieces of clothing were shoved into her arms to wear for the evening. It was no use fighting the crazy girl she had become best friends with. When it came to Tia, it was better to agree, suck it up, put the clothes on, and try and have fun. Arguing would be a waste of time and air, for Tia always knew just how to win every arguement she had with Miya.

Tia had shoved Miya into the bathroom after ordering her that she was going to wear those clothes, and after a few minutes of her actually putting the clothes on, Miya stepped out of the bathroom, feeling absolutely self conscious of the mini skirt and close fitting blouse. "Tia." she quietly whined, the soft spoken nature of this little Japanese girl making any sort of whining sounded 'adorable'; or at least that's what Tia had told her. "Please don't make me go out like this." She pulled lightly at the white mini skirt hanging from her hips elegantly, and then adjusted the yellow silk top that accented every curve of her dancers body. Before she had another moment to protest about her attire, a pair of two inch heels were thrown to her, adding two inches of height to her already short 5' stature. Yeah ok, whining and protesting was no use by this point.

She looked herself in the mirror and gave a soft sigh. She was the exact mirror image of her mother, from the long waist length black hair, naturally bone straight, to the dark brown eyes behind soft Japanese features. Her father told her that when he looked at her, he instantly thought of her mother, and that always made her smile.

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The car ride to the location of the street races was rather pleasant, sitting in the back seat of Tia's man's, Roman was his name, car. Despite the smoking habbit he had with guests in the car, he drove swiftly to the location, music blearing through the closed, darkly tinted windows. Miya could barely see through the windows from how dark they were.

The loud roars of car engines and the pumping music met her ears even while just a mile or two away from the actual location. She bit her lip nervously while looking out the window of Roman's Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution. The music could even be heard through the loud pumping beats of Roman's Russian rap. The man was fresh out of Russia, having been learning the English language for as long as Miya herself, and Tia was completely head over heels for the man, as he was just as head over heels for her. You could barely keep the two apart other than the times he raced. Most of the time he stayed the night at her place.

Tia happily jumped out of the car, giving a content sigh when she listened to the loud music. She instantly took Roman's hand once he stepped out of the car, giving a few welcoming nods to a few of the other racers, a small group forming beside him while he wrapped his arms around Tia and held her close.

Miya leaned herself against Roman's car, being careful not to scratch anything or harm anything for the Lancer Evo was his favorite and most prized car. She felt awkward with the group that they were with, though she was sure they were all very nice, she just was not too comfortable striking up a conversation casually, instead she listened their conversations while she glanced around at all of the different cars, admiring the different colors and customizations.

Jackson slammed the door shut and fell onto the bed with a sigh. School had been a drag and he couldn’t wait until the race. He patted his pockets before cursing softly, realizing he’d forgotten his smokes in the car. Not that he’d ever smoke in there. He sat up, grabbing the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head. He tossed it off to the side to the growing pile of dirty clothes. His mom wasn’t one to keep up with the housework now that she’d found things to constantly fuss over. He pulled a black wife beater that formed well to his toned body. He was hardly athletic, he hated sports; but he made a habit of keeping his shape. Nice muscled arms showed off the many tattoos on them. Besides, that’s what the girls liked, hard bodies. He smirked a little at that, running a hand through his black hair. He didn’t bother fixing it. The girls liked it wild, they called it his sex hair. It was useless trying to tame it anyway.

He didn’t bother doing anything else to his appearance. It fit his I don’t give a shit attitude. He left his room and slammed the door shut, reminding anyone in the house that it was off-limits. He padded down the stairs, his black Chucks making soft thuds on the carpeted steps. He avoided bumping into his sister, Elizabeth. As unpleasant as he was to anyone that weren’t his friends, that little four year old girl was his weakness. If she saw him now, he’d never make it to the race on time. Stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of Coke, he bumped into his mother.

“You’re going out again already? You just came home not even twenty minutes ago!” she chided.
But as always, he ignored her after giving her a are you serious? look. Her frown deepened and she called for his little sister. His eyes narrowed at her before slamming the refrigerator door closed and stalking out of the kitchen. He heard steps at the top of the stair case and opened the front door.

“Jacksy!”

But he was already slamming the door closed. He flung open the door to his dark red Chevrolet Corvette and slid in, roaring the engine to life. He kicked it into reverse when he saw her run out. He hit his fist into the steering wheel, cursing under his breath as he lowered the driver’s window.

“I thought we were going to the park,” Elizabeth pouted as she stood on the tips of her toes to look at him.
“I forgot I had a race today, Lizzy,” he said as gently as he could, but she pouted even more.
“When you get back?”
“I don’t know. Go back inside, I need to go.”

She gave a little nod and her bottom lip quivered a little. He let out a breath. He couldn’t be a prick to her. Before she pulled away, he let his arm out to touch her dark hair, much like his own. She lifted her eyes to him then, and he gave her a smile.

“If it’s not too late, we’ll go,” he offered and she instantly smiled.

He reached down to the console, and grabbed the yellow daisy a girl had left in his car earlier, and handed it to her. She squealed happily and took it before pulling on his hand to bring him closer. He kicked it back into park and stuck his head out the window so she could plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck with your race! Be careful!”

And with that she raced back to the front door, pausing only once to wave at him before disappearing inside. He shook his head, and backed out. As he pulled out into the street, he saw the girl next door and her friend walking to the car. He recognized the girl, she was dating one of the other racers. He paused to look at them appreciatively before taking off without another look. They had been friends once, a long time ago when she had first moved in. Their mothers had easily become friends, and so had they. But growing up meant moving on, and he had moved on into different things. That was life.

He made it to the race in no time at all, with the windows down and his music blaring, almost rivaling the blare of the many speakers surrounding the starting line. But as soon as he was out of the car, he wasted no time wrapping his arm around the willing redhead that pranced up to him. His arm hung off her shoulders as hers wrapped around his waist, strutting around like she was proud he had chosen her. She should be. He had plenty to pick from. With his free hand, he put a cigarette to his mouth, pulling the girl in close as he used both hands to light it. She giggled and planted a kiss on the bat tattooed under his ear. He grinned at her before blowing smoke out. She giggled again and they continued walking as he nodded to some of the other racers.

Miyami shook her head while she listened to Tia flirt with Roman and discuss car things with the others in the group they were with. Miyami knew she wouldn't be comfortable enough to talk to any of them, not right now anyway. The only time she had ever felt comfortable with conversation was after dancing. Dancing was her way of escaping reality and enjoying herself, her shyness was pushed aside while engulfed in the music of what she danced to.

The music that blasted from most of the cars were the types of music she usually danced to. She did all forms of dancing, but she enjoyed up beat dancing as well.

Her gaze moved to Jackson once he arrived. Ah, childhood friends growing apart. It was always such a sad experience, but life goes on and she kept her distance a she probably expected him to tell her. But she had to admit..when he grew up..he really grew up.

"Jackson, my man, you made it!" a voice came from behind him. He swiveled around, bringing the redhead with him to the owner of the voice. He grinned then, letting the cigarette dangle from his lips as he slammed hands with the guy in front of him. He had raced against Brandon's GT Mustang, and while the car was definitely a beauty, it had been no match for Jackson's baby.

"Come to watch me kick ass today?" he asked, taking another hit off the cigarette. It was a bad habit, he knew, but he couldn't be bothered with quitting. No matter how much his mother said it was setting a bad example for Elizabeth. He tried not to do it in front of her.

"Yeah, yeah, something like that," Brandon laughed. Suddenly someone called his name, and his head whipped around before he laughed again, "I'll be rooting for you, bro!"

And with that he took off towards the girl flagging him down. Jackson chuckled and shook his head as he made his way back to his car. The race would start soon. Some of girls had started to dance to the music, and he couldn't help but watch. Apparantly the redhead didn't like that. What was her name again? She pouted at him, her hand slipping into his back pocket as she pressed against him. She had won for the moment, and he let her kiss him.

She leaned against his car as he slid in, keeping a leg out as he started the engine again. He looked around and spotted her again. She was looking in his direction, and he almost nodded at her, but the mini skirt clad leg that brushed against his leg distracted him greatly and she was forgotten again.

In a way, Miyami was envious of those types of girls that were always open to meet someone new, flirt with a man without even feeling self conscious. She had always wanted to be that girl, but the only time she didn't feel shy and self conscious was when she was dancing.

At first she eyed the girl with envy, but then her attention was pulled back to Tia as she giggled at Miyami. Miyami gave her a confused look, not sure as to why her friend was laughing at her. Tia grinned at Miyami, obviously knowing that she was looking over in Jackson's direction, though completely oblivious to the fact that Miyami had grown up with the sexy bad boy. Tia only grinned to her, "I see you have the hots for Jackson." she smirked while planning something devious in her mind. "Maybe I should introduce you to him. You like the bad boy type, why not embrace it?"

Miyami was in shock at Tia's outcome and plan. She instantly shook her head, "Tia no. I agreed to come, I didn't agree to being 'introduced' to anyone tonight." She was afraid now, her friend was too damn devious for her own good, and now she was planning to introduce her to someone she already knew, just never spoke to anymore.

Jackson grinned up at the girl and lifted himself out of the driver's seat and closed the door. He leaned against it, spreading his legs so she could stand between them. He looked down at her, really looking at her for the first time.

She was clad in a short red skirt and a black top that clung in all the right places on her. Her legs looked like they went on forever, and he briefly pictured them wrapped around his waist. He had to admit the heels looked sexy on her. She giggled at him, bringing his attention back to her face. He was about to kiss her when a few people walked over to admire his car.

Besides the racing, that's what he came here for. He loved his car, and he loved showing it off. The redhead clung to his arm, her fingers tracing one of the many tattoos on it, clearly marking her territory to the hot blonde that was fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He shook his head, more to himself than to anyone else. Maybe he'd hook up with her afterwards. He cleared his throat, winking at her as the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. Her lips split into a smile, before she narrowed her eyes at the girl on his arm.

"Jacks! Shot time before the race!" Brandon yelled as he ran back over. Jackson laughed and disentangled himself from the girl next to him as Brandon approached him. He handed him the shot glass and tipped the bottle to fill it. He did the same to his own, before holding it up.

"To winning!" they both said before he brought the glass to his lips and knocked it back. He swallowed it in one, closing his eyes as the liquid burned his throat. He tossed the glass at Brandon with a grin as the speakers announced the start of the race. The redhead bounded up to him and planted a kiss on his lips, probably showing off to the blonde, and grinned at him.

"I'll see you at the finish line," she said and he nodded. He pulled back from her, and slid into his car.

"Tiffany!" The redhead looked up and waved to who had just called her name, and he made a mental note. Tiffany. That was her name. He revved up his engine before moving to the designated spot.

Miyami blinked when she saw the race getting ready to start. In an instant, she was pulled to where the racers began, and then she would be pulled again to the finishline to await the winner. She jumped ever so slightly when she felt a pair of hands make their way to her hips, slowly lifting her gaze to notice one of the other racers had figured it was his time to introduce himself to her. She felt herself blush with the awkward moment of him looking at her before feeling herself being pulled against him for the briefest of moments. She figured either this man was drunk, or well on his way. She hadn't realized that she looked very alluring in the outfit Tia had picked for her, and that the racer speaking to her had his eye on her since she stepped out of the car.

Tia snorted at the man, taking her best friend's arm and pulling her out of his grip. "She's not a slut." she stated flatly. "Plus, she has her eye on Jackson anyway." with a huff she pulled her back to her side to watch Jackson race.

Another blush rose to Miyami's cheeks at Tia's comment. "I was just looking at him. And now you're saying I have the hots for him." she looked at her friend who only grinned at her. Miyami then sighed, "Ok..yeah I'll agree that he's pretty much hott.." she replied with a sigh. Damn Tia again and again and again!

Jackson scanned the crowd as the rest of the racers lined up to the starting line. He saw Tiffany waving excitedly before turning to giggle with her friend, probably about him. He smirked again. There was no denying that he was cocky, and maybe a tad arrogant, but he always said it was part of the charm. Package deal. He didn't like drama. If someone didn't like it, then they could leave.

His eyes fell on the girl again. He saw one of the other racers with his hands on her and couldn't help but notice her outfit. It looked good on her, and her body was pretty damn good, too. He wouldn't mind getting his hands on her once or twice, but he knew it wouldn't happen. She wasn't like the girls he normally went for. He couldn't help but chuckle when her friend pulled her away and watched her curiously as her face flushed.

He shook his head as the other racers started revving their engines. The countdown started, and a scantily clad girl in damn high heels walked to the line with the flags. He eyed her up and down appreciatively as she spread her legs and raised the flags. Then he was gone.

His foot was like lead, heavy on the pedal as he shifted gears. He looked to his left and smirked before shifting gears again, and passing the blue car easily. He was pretty confident now, and could just picture himself at the finish line.

Miyami watched Jackson as he raced, she could hear him shifting gears while speeding down ahead of the cars. Next thing she knew, she was being pulled to where the finish line was to watch who would win. And by the look on Tia's face, she had a plan to do something to embarrass Miyami.

Tia smirked when she watched Jackson make his way down toward the finish line. When he settled his car and stepped out, Tia would drag Miyami over and introduce her little Asian friend to him. Little did she know, they practically grew up together but lost touch with eachother once they began to grow up. THough the races were very exciting, and she could see herself becoming more and more addicted to coming here. Maybe next time, she would being her baby. But at the same time, she wasn't too sure if she should.

Jackson shifted gears one last time before slamming his breaks inches before crossing the finish line, pulling hard on the wheel. The car spun, stopping at a killer angle a few feet in front of the finish line. He watched people jump and cheer and he revved the engine loudly.

He grinned widely as he got out of the car, lifting his arms as he let out a loud woop. The rest of the racers had already crossed the finish line, having only been seconds behind him. They all got out, and he made his way over to high-five them all, accepting their congratulations and complimenting each other's cars. He slid his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it once he had it to his lips. He made his way towards his car, mostly to wait for Tiffany to come back jumping into his arms. Or maybe that blonde from earlier.

Miyami smiled when Jackson won. At least he was a good sport about it for the most part, not saying how much of a loser the others were for losing to him or anything. She especially liked his car, enjoying the sleekness it had. She had always loved cars, just never told anybody about it.

Tia grinned to Miyami, seeing her smile with the win of Jackson. "Ok now it's time for Miyami to say hi." she stated with a grin and pulled her toward the man. Yeah Miyami wasn't the hot blonde he had his eye on earlier, or Tiffany, but she was still a pretty little thing, just not a slut.

Tia grinned to Miyami seeing her already getting embarrassed before she made her way to Jackson with a smile. "Congrats on your win Jackson." Tia said with a smile, not intending on it sounding like she was flirting, for she had a man. "I want you to meet a friend of mine." She pushed Miyami forward slightly, seeing the shy look on her face. "This is my friend Miyami. I caught her taking a peak at you and your car, so I figured I should get you two introduced."

Miyami's eyes widened with the embarrassment that she felt before she sighed shaking her head. "Technically we know eachother Tia." she said quietly, looking up at Jackson for a brief moment before she moved her gaze to his car. "We practically grew up together."

Tia blinked at the news. "Well..heh..that proves to show that I should listen to you huh Miyami?" she gave a sheepish grin to Jackson. "I'm..going to leave now. have fun Miyami!" with that she took off back into the arms of Roman, leaving Miyami staring after her, her mouth ajar in shock that she ditched her like that.

Jackson took a long drag off his cigarette as he watched the girls talking animatedly and giggling. Then his eyes fell on the pair approaching him, although at first he thought they were headed towards another racer since one of the girls was dating him. He chuckled softly, and nodded, holding his cigarette down.

"Thanks," he smiled back. He shifted his gaze to Miyami as she was pushed forward and he smirked. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering from her face too much. She had sure grown up.

Truth be told, they had been really close back in the day. Their mothers had gushed that they'd grow up to be together, but the completely opposite had happened. They hadn't hardly spoken more than a handful of words in years.

His eyes followed Tia as she ran off to her boyfriend, although he was respectful enough not to ogle her. He shifted his gaze back to the stunned girl in front of him and he chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, the side of his mouth lifting into a side smile as he motioned to the car.

"So you were peeking at me and my car, huh?" he asked with an amused expression. He wasn't trying to embarrass her; he thought it was cute. His mind drifted to his earlier thoughts. Maybe sinking his teeth into her wasn't such an impossible as he thought.

Miyami smiled a little, feeling slightly more at ease that he was not planning to embarrass her anymore than she already felt. But instantly she blushed deeply at his comment toward her. "Um..well.." she she bit her lip for a brief moment, trying to think of any way to wiggle her way out of this awkward situation before she gave a sigh and gave up on the fight against herself. "Yeah." she replied with a slight sigh. She looked over the car briefly, stepping closer to it as she eyed the sleek design of the car. "I must say, you drive a very nice car." She looked over for any sort of flaw in the paint or dent but there weren't, and she smiled at that. "You keep it in very good condition."

She lifted her gaze up at him once again as she stopped walking around his car and was now standing infront of him. "I take it you have been racing for a while." she commented, talking about his win and the fact that he wasn't an ass about it. "It's nice to see a winner that doesn't gloat as much as they usually do."

His grin widened as he watched the blush settle on her cheeks. He chuckled softly at his admission and took another drag of his cigarette as she circled his car. As she came arond the front of it, he briefly pictured her spread out on the hood.

"Yeah, well, if I want it to look nice, I have to take good care of it," he grinned. He threw down his cigarette, stepping on the end of it to put it out. He ran his hand through is hair again, shrugging easily. "It's not fun losing and having it thrown in my face," he smirked again suddenly, "not that I lose to often."

He pushed off his car, his smirk set into his handsome features. He took a step closer to her, looking down at her with that look that made most girls weak in the knees. "You know, I think you'd gain a better appreciation for my car if you took a ride in it."

Miyami smiled, silently admiring the smirks he gave or the grins. He had grown since the last that they actually spoke to eachother. And he had grown very attractive..and though she hated to admit it, he was like how the other girls had said, he was pretty much sexy.

When he stepped closer to her, she blinked and bit her lip slightly, specially with how close he got. With that look he gave her, she chuckled. "Oh really?" she asked while raising an eyebrow. Her heart had been pounding against her chest with nervousness. She ewasn't use to someone being so close to her like this. "And where exactly would we go if I were to agree?" she asked curiously.

Tia smiled from where she and Roman were, seeing Miyami actually talking to Jackson and enjoying herself. "Finally, she is more comfortable." she commented to the man that had his arms wrapped around her.

Jackson looked down at the girl in front of him. He liked her smile, it wasn't fake like the other smiles he saw constantly. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had perfect lips. He licked his own as he lifted his eyes from them, back to hers.

"Well, I'm sure I could think of a few places to take you," he winked, "but since it's your first ride, I'll let you decide, how's that? Just don't tell anyone or they'll expect the same," he teased with a smirk.

He hoped she'd go with him. He wasn't too sure what all he could gain from it, but it was worth a shot. If nothing came of it, he hadn't lost much ground. She lived next door to him, afterall, and it wasn't like he had to go out of his way to take her home.

He looked over towards the direction where her friend had run off to, seeing that she was busily wrapped up in her boyfriend. He turned to look back to Miyami, and grinned again. "Besides, your friend's a little busy. I'm sure she won't mind if you take off with me. You can brag later that you left with the winner of the race," he said with a wink as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "What do you say; wanna go on a ride?"

Miyami chuckled shyly, attempting to decide on where exactly they would go. She tapped her chin lightly while she lightly leaned herself against the car, facing him so that he was standing infront of her while she thought about her decision. There was always a few places that she loved no matter what. But her favorites were two locations. One was a small cliffside that looked over the city at the perfect angle, looking down at the shimmering lights. And the other was a certain park in the city that had a bit of a romantic feel to it. Beginning with a beautiful garden and then ending on a bridge that stood over a lake in the moonlight. It was her favorite spot to go to, even with the romantic feel, to just sit and relax in peace.

"Hm. Well that is a tough decision. Are you sure you want to leave such a decision on me?" she asked curiously, though unable to contain her smile. "Well, since you love to drive so much, why not the cliff that over looks the city?" she suggested with another smile toward him. "It's a pretty sight, and not too far away from the races or where we live, but it still gives you a chance to drive more since you love your car so much."

She turned her attention to the girls that were looking her way and she bit her lip briefly, turning her gaze down before she looked up at him again. She was surprised he hadn't ditched her for one of the gorgeous girls that he had been speaking to earlier. She bit her lip and looked up at him again.

He watched her as she thought about his question. He took advantage that she was preoccupied with her thoughts to admire her again. He liked how she looked against his car, and his mind wandered slightly to the previous image of her sprawled out on the hood. The yellow blouse hung off her body just right, snug everywhere it needed to me. He couldn't deny his weakness for a pair of good legs. And hers certainly didn't disappoint. As his eyes went down to her feet, he smiled amusingly. She was wearing heels and he still towered over her. He had to admit that sat just right with him. He always had a thing short girls.

As she started speaking again, his eyes darted back up to her face. There was that smile again. He knew exactly the place she was talking about. And with everyone at the race, it would probably be pretty isolated. He grinned as he nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good place. We'll pass the bridge to get there and I can show you what this baby does," he winked.

He saw her look away and he followed her gaze. He was slightly surprised to find her looking towards the flock of girls that were bouncing around. His eyes zeroed in on Tiffany. She pouting, though her eyes were narrowed at Miyami. He was surprised she hadn't already flown over to sink her claws into him. He chuckled softly, and looked back to the girl in front of him. He smiled at her, and took her hand, walking around to the passenger side of his car to open the door.

"Don't even worry about them," he winked, nodding his head in the direction of the girls. He wasn't sure why he was reassuring her, but he felt the need to take a slightly different approach with her. He had the feeling she was the type of girl that would roll her eyes at his cocky remarks.

Miyami chuckled. He was a typical man that's for sure. While she was thinking she hadn't noticed that his eyes were traveling along her body. She probably would have blushed as red as a tomato if she had caught that, but she didn't.

Her eyes folloed his when he looked at Tiffany, seeing her narrowed eyes toward her, she could only smile a little before her attention was caught again by Jackon when he took her hand and led her to the passenger side of the car.

She did feel a little reassured when he spoke, giving him another smile while she looked at the girls again then at him. "You sure are popular with the ladies now Jackson." she commented looking back at them briefly before her eyes traveled along his body for a brief moment. "and I can see why." she added rather quietly.

He vaguely heard a female voice call his name, but he didn't have to turn around to know the shrilly voice belonged to Tiffany. He waved his hand off in that general direction, dismissing her without taking his eyes from Miyami.

He leaned his forearm against the car, slightly closer to her now as his grin widened at her comment. He didn't miss the way her eyes took his body in, as quick as the glance was, and he couldn't help but feel smug. He lifted a hand to her face, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear as the wind blew it.

He leaned closer, his lips close to her ear as he whispered. "Oh yeah?" he asked amused, "Why don't you tell me all about that on our ride to the cliff? I'm dying to know what's going through that pretty little head of yours."

Miyami leaned back against the car as well, watching him lean closer to her. She wasn't moving away from him, but just getting comfortable. She had to admit that he had a nice body, and that she enjoyed looking at it as much as he had enjoyed looking at hers. She watched him ignore Tiffany and gave a soft chuckle, shaking her head. He had been all over her just thirty minutes ago, and now he was acting as if she was nothing.

She watched his hand as he tucked a stray hair from her face. She felt herself wanting to blush again but she didn't. On the other hand though, she did blush when he asked about her comment. Just by how close he was to her, and that he caught that little comment that wasn't suppose to leave her lips in the first place, but some how did.

Her scent was almost intoxicating, and he lingered leaned against her, fighting the urge to bury his face in her neck, even for just a moment. Instead he pulled back in time to see the heat rise to her cheeks. The side of his mouth lifted into a smirk and he brushed his thumb against the flushed skin. "That good, huh?"

He dropped his hand from her face slowly, and patted her hip gently. "Come on, princess, get in before the flock decends on us," he grinned before stepping back. His eyes moved down her body again, starting with her flushed cheeks. He had to admit that seeing her leaning against his car, her cheeks blushing and her hair slightly windblown; let's just say it stirred other things in him.

He was about to walk around to the driver's side, before deciding that closing her door might earn him extra points. Besides, in a skirt as short as hers, he was sure to get an eyeful of her legs before she pulled them into the car. Damn it, he wanted another cigarette, but there was no way he was lighting one up now. That would just take more time and he was ready to leave. His curiousity couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going through her head.

Miyami blinked at his comment before she chuckled and shook his head. "You'll have to try harder then that Jackson." she replied with a playful smile. "I'm not like most girls. And I've grown up since the last we've spoken." She watched his eyes move along her body again, and she shifted her legs in a more comfortable position.

She smiled, her eyes shifting to the girls that were giving her heated glares before she raised her eyebrows to them and slipped into the car. As she did, her skirt laid higher on her thighs, exposing more leg without exposing any important things hidden under her skirt.

She hated the fact that she blushed so easily. Most people thought it was cute, but it got annoying feeling the heat sensation rise on her cheeks so easily.

He crossed his arms and laughed. "Well damn, I guess I'll have to put forth a little more effort," he winked, "I would hope you've grown up since last time. I have to admit I'd be a little scared if you pulled a doll out and asked me to play," he grinned.

His eyes raked down her legs as she slid into his car, and he almost groaned as her skirt raised higher, showing him more of her smooth skin. He wanted to reach down and run his hand along her thigh, wondering if it was as silky as it looked. But, he had the feeling the only thing that would get him is a slap across the face. And truthfully, he wasn't in the mood for a slap.

He pushed the door closed after another wink, and pulled on his sunglasses. He almost made it to the driver's door, when he felt a hand on his back. He turned around to find Tiffany looking up at him. He wasn't sure what he noticed more; her pout or her glare. "Are we leaving so soon?" she asked, her voice sickly sweet. He arched an eyebrow at her. We? Surely there wasn't blonde underneath that fiery red hair.

"Sorry, babe, change of plans," he said as he gently patted her cheek. Her expression went from the pouty glare to stunned. He almost laughed at the sudden reel. "But I'll call you."

He didn't bother saying or doing anything else with her, and slid into his car. He looked over at Miyami and grinned. He pulled the sunglasses off his face, before handing them to her. "Here, the sun's kind of strong," he offered before revving up the engine. "Hold on tight, babycakes."

Miyami chuckled at the doll comment. "Hm. You don't remember us growing up do you." she teased playfully. "I didn't play with dolls. I played with toy guns." She smiled when he shut the door and looked out to see Tiffany pouting and glaring at him. She almost smirked at her reaction, but didn't feel it was the best idea to do so.

Miyami clicked the seatbelt into place, she wasn't going to be the one that would fly through the window if anything happened. She turned her head once he got into the car, catching a glimpse of the stunned Tiffany before she blinked when he handed her his sunglasses. "You're the driver, shouldn't you be wearing them?" she asked curiously while putting them on and blinking at how big they were.

She smiled when he revved the engine, feeling the power under the hood of the car, and she leaned leaned her head back against the seat. The sun visor would be of no use to her because of how small she was. Even when in her Celica she had to sit on a pillow to be able to see over the back and for the visor to be of use to her.