Call Me Crazy (Tony Perry/OC)

Here’s the difference between Sierra and I: she gets along with people while I’m the socially awkward person standing there praying for a short conversation that doesn’t involve me talking. She’s the one who’ll join basket-ball, and volley-ball, and almost every sport, while I sit alone once again, reading a book. She goes to parties, and hangs out with her friends, and I have two friends, her and my boyfriend, so usually when me and Sierra hang out and just have a quiet sleepover where she talks about boys at our school and I talk about boys in my books rather than Tony.
It’s quite simple really. I’m not the socializing type. It’s quite obvious though. My hair is always up in a bun, and my glasses are always on my face, I have braces, and I usually always carry around with me my favourite books in my bag.
Tonight was a different type of night. Sierra invited me to her house for a sleepover so I drove myself over, since I can legally do that, and I walked inside, because I don’t really knock ever. And I called out. “Sierra, I’m here!” She came running out and told me to follow her to her room.
I followed, throwing my stuff on her bed, and sat down. “We’re going to a party,” she complied, as she sat down on the floor and started straightening her hair.
“Okay, what time will you be back? I brought some books, I should be fine here alone until then,” I shrugged.
“No, I said we’re going to a party. Not just me,” She smirked. Clearly she had some devious plan that involved me talking to strangers and socializing.
“Well fuck.” I said.
“Here, go to the bathroom, the curling irons already plugged in and I have something picked out for you to wear for afterwards.” She pointed me out of the room.
“Fine,” I walked out, and followed the hallway until I reached the door at the end. I turned on the lights before walking in, and took my hair out of my messy bun. I grabbed the brush off the counter and brushed out the tangles before I started curling it, which only took 15 minutes.
I walked back to Sierra’s room, and sat back down on the bed. She was still straightening her hair. “Where’s the outfit you said?” I asked.
“On the inside of my closet door, hanging on the hook,” I walked over to the closet, and opened the door. The outfit was a pair of tights that were see through and had grey polka dots on them, a black high wasited skirt that was way to short for my liking, and a sky-blue crop top, that went right above my belly button.
I slipped it all on and the only thing I said was, “Do I look like a whore, because I feel like one.” Sierra wore these kinds of clothes all the time but I’m 3 inches taller than her, so there’s quite a difference.
“You look great, and your legs look amazing in that.” She said, after she finished her hair. Everyone says I have small legs, because there is a gap in between, but it’s only because of my bone structure; my hip bones after naturally wide.
I took my makeup bag out of my backpack with all of my stuff in it, and before I could start doing my makeup, Sierra interrupted. “I’ll be doing your makeup. All you’ll need from there is your cover up and stuff like that.” She said. I was about 6 shades paler than almost everyone in the world because it’s like I’m half albino. Not really, but seems like it... It looks weird, because I’m pale and then I have bright red hair.
I sat down and let her do my makeup, and when she was done and I looked in the mirror, I had eye liner around my eyes and the top was winged out, and it was plain other than that. I liked it though.
“Shit, it’s already 9:30, we’re going to be late.” It was already dark outside and I offered to drive because I didn’t want to be walking around wearing this, especially not in our neighborhood...
Sierra put on her outfit, which consisted of high waisted shorts and a crop top with a zipper in the middle. She handed me a pair of heels, but I shook my head and slipped on my converse instead. She shrugged and slipped the heels on herself.
I got into the driver’s seat of my car, and headed in the directions Sierra pointed me in. We got there about ten minutes later, because she pointed to the wrong street. I parked down the street on the opposite side. We walked towards the party, my nerves building up in my stomach.
As soon as we got inside, Sierra split, and I couldn’t find her. So I stood there, by the bookshelf, looking at the titles trying to concentrate over the loud blasting music. I couldn’t even hear myself think. I pulled a book off the shelf. It was The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I read the back and opened it to the first page. I scanned the pages quickly, until I was interrupted.
“That’s such a good book, I’ve read it about half a million times.” I looked up, and my boyfriend, Tony. I reached up and pecked him on the lips with a smile on my face.
“Hey, babe,” He said. Tony had medium length, dark brown hair that goes to his shoulders, and tattoos covering his right arm, and the bottom half of his left arm. His ears were stretched, and he had amazing brown eyes.
“Hi,” I replied, smiling like an idiot as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Want me to go get us some drinks?” He asked.
“Sure,”
He said he’d be right back and he turned around and walked over to the table with drinks and snacks and such. My eyes fell back on the bookshelf, scanning over the variety of titles and such, when Tony came back with two cups.
“Here,” He handed me one and nodded for me to follow him. He led me outside to a patio where there was no one else. He pulled a chair out for me at the table and I sat down. He went around, sitting at the other side of the table. I took a drink of it, and it was really good. I’ve had alcohol before and I’ve gotten drunk, but I don’t think I’ve ever had any of this.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling.
“No problem,” He smirked. “So books, I see,” I nodded and laughed.
“Yeah, I’m in the middle of City of Fallen Angels now.”
“Oh, I finished reading that a couple days ago, it was great. I know what I’m getting you for your birthday now,” He laughed.
A couple of hours later, we were both drunk off our asses.
“I really do love you, Olivia,” He slurred, tucking my hair behind my ear. We were sitting in the front seat of my van.
I felt this weird feeling in my stomach that made me want to kiss his face. Before I could do anything, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer to me, pressing my lips against his. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me out of my seat.
Thank God the windows are tinted on this thing. His hands moved down from my waist to my hips, rubbing in circles as his mouth lapped over mine, his tongue lightly grazing my bottom lip. I opened my mouth a bit, his tongue pushing into mine hungrily.
He took his mouth off of mine and attached it to my neck, lightly sucking above my collarbone. His lips moved up my neck until they reached under my ear and found my sweet spot. I let out a quiet moan, and he whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, my breathing heavy.
His mouth was back on mine, hungry once again. He removed his mouth off of mine once again. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” He looked me straight in the eye. I nodded again and he put his lips next to my ear.
“Get in the backseat,” I whispered, getting off of him, letting him climb into the back of the van. There were no seats, but I always had a bunch of pillows and blankets in the backseat, just because it looked cool. I had a sort of hippie looking van on the outside and the inside had a bunch of rainbow pillows and blue blankets and it was actually really comfortable. There was even a curtain separating the front and back. Whenever I would argue with my parents, I wouldn’t go to my room, I would go and sit in back of my van and maybe even sleep there.
I climbed in after him, shutting the curtains, and straddled him, pushing my lips back against his. His hands were back on my hips, slowly making my top move up a bit, exposing a bit of my skin. I played with the hem of his shirt pulling it up, our mouths parting so I could pull it over his head.
He flipped us over so that he was on top as he pulled my shirt up higher, pulling it over my head. I felt a shiver at first, as the cold air hit my body, but after a moment I got used to it. He placed more kisses along my collar, making me shiver again. He brought his hand down to the button of my pants, and looked at me, as if trying to ask if I was still okay with this.
Damn right I was...
I nodded again, and he brought his lips back to mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, as he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I did the same for him and I could see his boner through his boxers, making a mini tent under there. He slowly pulled down my underwear, making me more impatient by the second. Suddenly self conscious, I moved my arms over my stomach, making him notice that I was trying to cover my stomach up. He took my hands lightly and brought them to his face, softly kissing the palms of my hands.
“You’re beautiful, Meg,” He whispered, moving them back to where they were, at my sides.
After they were down completely and with the other clothes which were in a pile right behind the front seat, I pulled down his boxers and his hard-on sprang up. He pulled at the blanket and tugged it over his back to cover our bodies. He slipped on a condom and laid back down.
“Tony, wait,” I stopped him, my face turning red, 70% from me being awkward, 30% the fact that I was laying here naked underneath him and I can feel his penis on my leg. “I’ve never done any of this before,” I looked away, trying to cover my face with my hair, that was curled earlier but now fell in messy little twirls everywhere.
“It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” He kissed me softly on my lips, and pulled away. “It will probably hurt at first, I’ll tell you that. Just tell me if you want me to stop,” He said. I nodded and bit my lip.
He reached down and positioned himself at my entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. He slowly pushed in more, and I felt myself let out a small cry of pain and I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, looking up at me, a concerned look on his face.
“No, it’s okay, keep going,” I whispered.
He pushed in a little more and my nails still dug into the skin on his back but instead of crying out, I bit my lip to try and keep quiet. This repeated until he was all the way in. There was no more pain, just the pleasure filling me up.
He pulled out a bit before slowly pushing back in making me moan quietly. I rolled my hips upwards towards his as he kept going, slowly getting faster and harder. I felt myself building up, but I didn’t release yet. After a bit, his thrusts were getting sloppy and I felt myself cry out as I reached my peak. He soon reached his too, and groaned as he came.
He pulled out and laid beside me, and I turned to look at him to see he was looking at me. He moved a hair that was falling from beside my eye. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” He whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist as I turned away from him and held his hands.
“If anything, I don’t deserve you,” I whispered, not loud enough for him to hear. “I love you,” I said, craning my neck to look back at him.
“I love you too, Olivia.” He replied, pecking my forehead before I turned my head back and fell asleep.

**

I woke up still next to Tony, our naked bodies still pressed together, but with a pounding headache. Did I really get that drunk? I sat up slowly, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, and checked under the seat for my bag. It had a bunch of stuff I needed incase I wanted to sleep in the van and forgot. I slipped on underwear, sweatpants and a teeshirt, and sat up, grabbing my book and waiting for Tony to wake up.
When he did wake up, he smiled almost immedietly looking at me, and I smiled back putting down my book, and leaning down beside him and pressing my lips against his. I laid back down beside him, and his arms wrapped around me tightly.
“Hi,” I whispered, looking up at his face.
“Hi,” He said back, kissing me softly on my forehead. “I love you,” He pecked my lips with his.
“I love you too,” I said back, smiling. He tightened his grip around me waist and pulled me closer to him.
A few minutes later, I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I slowly got up, wincing at the pain from last night, earning a chuckle from Tony, who I flipped off and grabbed my phone.
“Hello?” I said, picking it up.
“Meg, where the hell are you?” Sierra asked.
“I’m with Tony,” Leaning against the back of the seat, I ran my hand through my hair trying to pull out some of the knots ang stuff.
“Well, last night I had to end up walking home because the only time I saw you was when you got into your van and you never ended up getting out.” My face went red, and all I could mutter was a quiet hum. “Wait you said you were with Tony... OH MY GOD! DID YOU TWO FUCK?!”
“What? No!” I exclaimed.
Sierra broke out into hysterics, freaking out about the situation, asking about how it was, protection, and nearly everything.
“I said no!” I said again.
“Ha, you are such a terrible liar.”
“Okay, fine, whatever, yes.” I sighed and looked over to Tony who was smiling over at me, making me blush. “I gotta go, it’s like 12 and my mom wants me home soon.”
I hung up the phone, and closed my eyes. Tony’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me towards him. He kissed the top of my head and I cuddled myself into the warmth of his body.
“You smell good,” I said quietly, smiling to myself as I giggled.
“You’re cute,” He said, tilting my chin upwards to smile at me.
“No, you are,” I giggled again, pressing my lips against his. “So, does your mom really want you home soon?” He smirked at me.
“Nope,” I took a strand of his hair and twirled it around my finger.
“Then I might as well steal you for the day,” We both sat up, and he moved the blankets from on top of him, exposing his still naked body.
“Ew,” I laughed, covering my eyes.
“Hey, you didn’t have a problem with it last night,” He winked, my face turning red.
“Put some pants on, asshole.”
He put a hand over his heart and opened his mouth to mock a hurt expression. “Hurtful,” he said with a gasp.
“Love you,” I replied, elongating the “you” at the end. I blew him a kiss and climbed into the front seat of the van. Tony pulled on his pants and a cutoff tank top and moved back into the passenger seat of the van.
“We should probably go to my house first, seeing as since its 10, my moms at work. I need a shower, I probably smell like a sewer.”
“No, you smell lovely,”
“Okay there, I’m still going home and taking a shower, ha. You can chill at our house for a bit or I could drop you off at home, whichever you’d like.”
“Your house it is,” He laughed. “You always have good food, and then I have, like, spinach and shit.” I laughed and turned on the van, turning on the radio, and turning it up.
We pulled into my driveway and got out of the van. I still felt uncomfortable from last night, but I managed to walk up to the house without Tony noticing my mini waddle.
I unlocked the front door, letting Tony in. I don’t know how many time he had been over when my mom wasn’t home, or when she was out of town, but he had slept over a handful of times, and thankfully, he had extra clothes here, so he wouldn’t be stuck in the same clothes from last night.
We went upstairs and I grabbed my clothes for after my shower and Tony grabbed a new set of clothes to wear for the day. I went into the bathroom, and shut the door and locked it behind me, turning on the bathroom water and setting the temperature. Tony knew to make himself at home, just like every other time he had been here.
I undressed and stepped into the shower, and washed and conditioned my hair and then grabbed my luffa, putting some body wash on it and washed my body. I quickly shaved my legs, and then my armpits. I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, and looked at the foggy mirror. I decided to draw a little happy face in the condensation before getting dressed and going downstairs to the living room, where Tony was sitting on the couch watching Star Wars.
“God, you’re such a loser.” I scoffed. “Star Wars? Really? This is the third time this week,” I laughed.
“Never gets old,” He said. He moved over, and patted the couch for me to come sit beside him. I walked over and slumped onto the couch. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over top of us, and wrapped his arm around my waist. I leaned my head into his side and he leaned his over mine.
I was falling asleep soon into the movie, but Tony was leaning forwards as the movie progressed. I looked up at his face and he was staring blankly at the screen, mouthing along to some of the words.
“Tony, how many times have you seen this movie?” I asked, quietly trying not to interrupt his focus.
“A lot,” He whispered, never taking his eyes off the screen or blinking.
“Tony, blink. You’re going to go blind.”
“One second, Luke’s about to find out that Princess Leia is imprisoned, and him, Chewbacca and Han are going to rescue her,”
“Oh, God,” I muttered. “I’m inlove with a nerd,” I whispered quietly, and Tony’s face slowly moved from the TV screen towards me with a smile spread across is. Before I could process what was happening, he put his hands on either side of my neck and pulled my face to his, kissing me, swiftly.
Our lips parted and he started tickling me, making me let out a loud scream. He started laughing at my struggle, and I managed to wriggle out of his grip. I ran to the kitchen, Tony following close behind me. He picked up by the waist and spun me around in circles, knowing that I hated getting picked up.
“Tony, Tony, Tony! Put me down, you freaking turtle!”
“Nope,” He said, spinning around even faster. “I want pancakes,” He said after a few more spins. He slowly stopped spinning, and put me down.
“Thank you, for that.” I grabbed the side of the counter, to hold myself up seeing as I was dizzy as fuck, and I couldn’t stand straight. “Let’s make pancakes then.” Tony grinned like an eight year old little boy who just found out they were going to Disney land.
His phone started ringing from in his sweater in the living room, so he left the room, jogging to answer it.
“Hello?” He answered. “Yeah... I’m at Olivia’s... We’re making pancakes, though...” He laughed. “I’ll text you or something if I can hang out later... Yeah, are we still going to try that?... Okay, well, I’ll talk to you after, bye.” He walked back into the kitchen, throwing his phone on the counter and sitting beside where I was mixing the pancake batter.
“What was that all about?” I asked, grabbing chocolate chips from the cupboard and putting them into the mix.
“Oh, it’s my friend Vic. We’ve been trying to start a band for a while, and he said he found a new bassist, and he wanted to go over some stuff later today. He said it’d be fine if you came with us, would you want to?” He smiled.
I nodded. “Sure,” I put the bowl of pancake mix down on the counter and walked over to the pantry, taking out a frying pan. Putting it on the stove, I put a bit of butter in the middle of it, and turned it on.
I turned back around to Tony and grabbed the bowl from his lap as he stuck his finger in it and poked my nose with it. I pretended to be surprised, and dipped my finger in the bowl, and flicked it towards him, getting batter all over his face.
I turned back around and put some batter on the pan, and grabbed a spatula. I walked into the dining room and grabbed a stool from the table and brought it beside the stove to sit down at.
Tony was still sitting on the counter, and we were both making faces back and forth at eachother as we waited for the pancakes to cook.
After making about 6 medium sized pancakes, all the batter had been used, so I put the dishes in the sink and we decided to go to Vic’s house. We took my van, but this time, Tony drove.
I hadn’t met Vic before, so I was kind of nervous but Tony looked ecstatic, mostly because of the fact that they were getting their band started. He kept talking about it, and according to Vic, the guy was really good, so I was happy for him.
Surprisingly, this guy lived only three streets from my house. We pulled into the driveway and got out of the van, and walked towards the door, Tony grabbing my hand after knocking. The door was opened a few minutes later by a guy, who didn’t look much older than Tony, with long brown hair, and brown eyes, just like Tony’s. He was shorter than Tony, by about five inches.
“Hey, Tone. This must be Olivia,” He said waving and flashing a smile. “I’m Vic, by the way.”
“Hey,” I nodded and waved my hand before putting it back down at my side. I felt Tony squeeze my hand reassuringly.
Vic let us inside and him and Tony started talking about the future for the band and led us to the basement where someone was smashing on the drums. I could also hear someone playing the bass, probably the guy who Tony was going to meet.
Tony hadn’t told me too much about the band, but I knew that Vic did the vocals, Vic’s little brother, Mike, did drums, and Tony did guitar. He told me that they were hoping to find a bassist soon so they could start writing by the end of the summer.
Vic led us downstairs and him, Mike, Tony and their bassist were all engaged in conversation, so I awkwardly sat on the couch and pulled out my phone, and started texting Sierra. Tony came up to me and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards where they were talking.
“This is Olivia,” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist. “My girlfriend,” I felt my face turn red as he stared at the side of my face. “This is Mike, our drummer, and Jaime, our new bassist.”
“Hi,” I waved awkwardly again. They started talking about the stuff they had planned for the EP that they wanted to record soon, and that Vic had some songs written and stuff like that, and about two hours later, we were leaving, seeing as it was around 3pm.
“So what do you wanna do for the rest of the day?” Tony asked, walking around the passenger side of the van and tossed the keys over the front towards me, as I walked around the other side.
I got inside at the same time as Tony did on the other side, and put the keys in the ignition. I started up the car and pulled out of the driveway, taking Tony’s hand in mine.
“Doesn’t really matter to me.” I shrugged. I heard my phone going off in my pocket, and I pulled it out, handing to Tony to answer, seeing as I was currently driving.
“Your mom says that she’s staying at Lorie’s house tonight, since they have to finish a bunch of paperwork due tomorrow,” He read out loud.
“Tell her I said, okay, I’ll see her tomorrow at 5-ish,” He nodded and typed out the message and sent it. “Since my moms not coming home, you should sleep over again, because I hate being home alone,” I glanced over my shoulder towards him and pouted out my bottom lip.
“Fine,” He laughed. “But we should stop at my place on the way to yours, I need clothes and shit, I’ll only be a minute,”
I drove down his street, stopping at the stop sign, and then continuing towards the second last house on the street. When we got there, he told me to wait in the van for him, and about five minutes later, he ran back out, yelling bye to his mom over his shoulder to his mom. He opened the van door again, taking his backpack off of his shoulder and throwing it onto his lap as he sat down.
We drove back to my house and I unlocked the door, and walked towards the fridge. “Tony,” I whined. “There’s no pop tarts, will you make me Mexican food?”
“That sentence doesn’t even make sense, but yes, I’ll make you Mexican food,” He chuckled. He grabbed a frying pan from the cupboard, a small package of ground beef and the container of butter from the fridge, setting them all on the table.
I sat down on the counter, hoping to be out of the way. Tony walked back over to the fridge, pulling out peppers, lettuce, salsa, ranch dressing and tomatoes. He put them on the counter and pulled a cutting board from the cupboard, before moving back to the stove, to put the beef into the pan.
He grabbed a paring knife from the cupboard, and started chopping the peppers into small bits. He cut up a pepper and then washed it, and put it into a bowl, doing the small with another. He cut the lettuce into small enough shreds, washed it, and put it into another bowl.
He stirred the meat in the pan that was now browning, and cut up a tomato. After that, he had taken the pan of beef off the stove and strained the grease out of the pan, and put the meat into a bowl. He grabbed taco shells from the cupboard and a bag of grated cheese and set them on the table with the rest of the stuff.
He grabbed two plates and serving spoons for the food, and turned towards me to come to the kitchen. Well shit, my boyfriend can manage to make tacos in nearly twenty minutes, and I burn fucking water.
“You didn’t actually have to make me Mexican food, babe. I was just kidding,” I laughed as I stood on my tippy toes and pecked his lips.
“But I wanted to.” He leaned down and pecked my lips in return. I smiled and sat down at one of the spots at the table with a plate. I grabbed a taco shell after Tony and started putting some stuff on it.
About an hour later, all of the food was nearly gone, so we had cleaned up from dinner, putting the leftovers on a plate to put back into the fridge for my mom. We went into the living room and watched some TV on the couch until about 10:30 pm, when we decided to go to bed. I went to the washroom, washing my face and taking off my makeup, and putting my hair up in a bun.
I slipped out of my skinny jeans into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. I came back out five minutes later, so find Tony laying on my bed, with his face in the pillows. He was wearing a pair of light grey sweatpants and no shirt. I sat down on the bed. He turned to look at me and I leaned over shutting off the lamp and I laid down beside him. His arms slowly wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I closed my eyes, slowly breathing in his scent and then breathing out.
“Goodnight, Liv. I love you,” He kissed the top of my head lightly.
“Love you too, night.” And then I slowly fell asleep.

Notes

I'm not sure how well this turned out. Hm.

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