The rest of the day wasn't awkward at all between Chris and I, something I loved and appreciated. It was like what happened didn't even happen. We still took jabs at each other, even though the evening before we agreed to be more respectful and civilized. Only changes would be me not calling him a bitch and him not touching my hair. That doesn't mean he didn't ask, though. Repeatedly.
Thankfully, no one brought balloons and lunch was its normal forty-five minutes of noise excluding anyone singing me happy birthday. There was talk about the sleepover though. Everyone was planning on what to get, what we were going to eat and drinkâstuff like that. Even Amanda was giving suggestions. She's been toning down her dislike for me for a couple weeks now and I found myself wondering if she found a man or something.
I'm just saying. I mean, she wasn't trying to get buddy-buddy with me or anything (thank God), but she wasn't a bitch either. Most of the time, she just acted like I wasn't even there, and I did the same shit to her. She probably just finally decided to let go of all the bitterness she was holding onto for me. I'm more than thankful for it. Last thing I need is to smack a bitch across the face with something, y'know? Those days are long gone, and I don't wanna have to go back.
However, I did get a bunch of them asking me what I wanted for my birthday. Again. I had no clue what to tell them, so I just gave each of them some kind of food item that I'd want to eat by tomorrow night. So that's one more thing I'm looking forward to.
"I kinda need to stop over at Nate's and get something if you don't mind?" Chris said as we're making our way around the cars in the parking lot to get to his truck.
The snow was coming down a bit heavy for mid-April, and I was clutching his arm to stop from slipping on some ice and snow.
Obviously, it was dismissal, but all our friends were gone. During lunch they said they were gonna go buy some stuff for the party and asked me if I wanted to go. I did not. So, they all went without us and Chris repeatedly tried to make me feel bad by calling me boring. It's frickin cold out, I'm tryna be home in some PJs. I love that they love me and all and I'm grateful, but I'm also not build for this kind of outdoor weather.
"What's over there?" I asked, my eyes on the ground. Literally watching my step.
"Well the guys and I were gonna have a game night tonight since we're gonna be hanging around you lot tomorrow-"
I cut him off with a laugh, "Man, I thought you said 'thots', I was about to whoop your white ass."
"And like you could." He scoffed. "I could tip you over with my index finger."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay, Chris."
"Oh, so now I'm weak?"
"I didn't even say nothin'."
"But that's what you're implying."
I shook my head, "Always tryna start something, I swear."
"We're doing really bad at this, by the way." He pointed out, bringing up our agreement from the evening before. I couldn't not laugh, cause he's absolutely right.
"It's your fault-"
"And there you go, blaming me again." He shook his head pitifully.
"But it is!" I looked up at him. "Why you all the way up there?" I made a face.
He looked down at me with a smirk, "Why you all the way down there?"
I pursed my lips, "I have a... condition."
We stared at each other blankly for a moment, until I slipped on some ice. A squeak left me and both of us started laughing as he grabbed me quickly, holding me up.
"Want me to carry you?" He teased as I was pressed up against him.
"And have you drop me? No thanks."
He chuckled. I grinned. And we started walking again.
When we got in the truck, he immediately turned the key in the ignition and turned the heat on high.
"Aren't we supposed to be having a storm or something tonight? Or is it tomorrow?" I asked, rubbing my hands together and breathing on them to get them warm.
"Well, they said it's a fifty-fifty chance that we get one tomorrow or Sunday around noon or something. We're still watching it though, just in case it messes up our plans." He was bouncing in his seat, breathing heavily. "Why the hell is it so cold in April?" He wondered.
I shook my head, "The hell knows. So why were we going over to Nate's again?"
I've never been to Nate's house. I knew he lived in the same neighborhood as Chris, but I've never been to his house.
"I have to get his 'lucky controller'," he said, rolling his eyes, "Cause it's special for some reason."
My eyebrows furrowed, "Where are you guys having your game-night or whatever?"
"Over at Sean's. He lives over in your direction, so I figured I'd get Nate's shit first and head over."
I shrugged, "Okay."
When he reached for his seatbelt, I did the same. I flopped back into the passenger seat heavily when he started pulling out of the parking spot.
"I'm hungry."
He didn't look at me when he replied cause he was too busy merging with the rest of the cars, "Want me to stop at Wendy's or something on the way?"
I sighed heavily, "No. Just hurry up."
When he'd safely fallen in line, he turned his gaze to me, "Do you want me to stop?"
I shook my head, "No, it's fine. I just wanna be warm at home."
His eyebrows raised, "You sure?"
I smiled and nodded.
He turned back to the road when the vehicles started moving again. "Cool, cause if you say you're hungry again, we're pulling over somewhere in a drive through. You know I don't care."
My smile threatened to split my face as I stare at the side of his, but I didn't say anything. He was making my insides feel all warm and fuzzy. All I was thinking was how great he was.
Sometimes I can't believe he's actually a part of my life. All of them have given me more than enough great high school memories to make up for the rest of my dull life, and I'm really gonna miss them.
"Stop looking at me like that."
I blinked, realizing I was being a creep. "Oh, sorry."
We were already on the main road and he was going at an average spead, leaned back with just one hand on the wheel. Even though he looked relaxed, he was frowning at the road. When I realized that, that's when it got awkward for me, because that never happens. In general, or todayânot even once. We were cool the whole day, and now...
Maybe it's because we were alone.
I wanted to ask him about it; if he's okay with what happened, but that's a rabbit hole I really don't wanna climb down right now. It felt like a good enough time, but I'm scared as hell. Especially seeing the look on his face.
"So... when are you gonna start getting stuff for college?"
"I don't wanna talk about college."
My mouth was hanging open for a second while I tried to figure out what to say, but then I just closed it, and settled with a low, "Okay."
I really wanted to help him shop for college, but I guess we'll get to that another day when he isn't being a snappy bitch out of the blue.
I let a long couple of minutes pass until we were almost nearing his neighborhood. It wasn't really awkward after that, just quiet. And both of noticed because we're never quiet. It was just uncomfortable. For me at least.
"Are you okay?"
He immediately answered, "You know it's funny you ask that..." then he pulled over to the side of the road.
My eyes went to the roof of the truck as I internally groaned. He's so damn dramatic. This whole time, all he had to do was say something, but he chose to be difficult.
He put the car in park and took his seatbelt off. I eyed him weirdly. What the hell is he doing?
He pointed at me and said firmly, "You kissed me."
"You asked me to."
His eyes closed and he let out a slow breath. His voice was low and calm when he said, "I didn't think you'd actually do it."
"Gotta say," I nodded, "I like that you waited the whole day to bring this up. You're a great actor."
He shrugged, "I know. But don't try to change the subject."
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, "Okay, I kissed you, should I apologize?"
He looked out the windscreen, then turned his gaze back to me, "No," he muttered, "No, it's not that I didn't-" he pursed his lips and I just stared at him. "I wanted you to." He got out quickly.
It took a second for that to sink in and when it did, a coolness swept over my skin, then it got really hot.
"I just know you don't... make a big deal out of stuff like this and it probably doesn't mean anything to you. And I know I was pushing for it, I guess... I just never thought..."
I didn't know what to say. Because this isn't supposed to be happening. It simply can't happen. If our moms found out, we're both dead. Me more than him. And what I'm getting from this is that he wanted me to kiss him. Which might probably means he...
No, we're not going there.
This cannot happen!
He's about to leave for college anyway, the stupidest thing that could happen is something like that happening between us when he's about to enter a world of actual women. Not downing myself or anything, but I'm nothing compared to college girls.
"I wanted to." I blurted out, the exact opposite of what I was thinking. And as much as my mind was screaming 'no' at me, I wasn't going to lie to him and make him feel shittyâlike his feelings didn't matterâjust to save my ass in the future. As much as I should.
He shook his head with an incredulous laugh, looking away, "I know what you're doing. And you don't have to-"
"Christian," I cut him off seriously, "I wanted to kiss you. I wouldn't have if I didn't want to."
He made a face, "Yes, you would've. You're weird like that."
We stared at each other until we both started laughing.
"I'm serious," I said, sobering up, "I did. You know I'm not a 'rule breaker' kinda person, so... yeah."
"So, you actually wanted to do it?" He held his hands out to me as if he's fending me off.
I clapped my hands loudly, "If I have to sit here for the rest of the night tryna convince you, we fightin', Chrisan."
He drew back, dragging out an, "Okay."
I sat back heavily, shaking my head with a smile.
Seconds of silence went by.
"So... what now?"
"What do you mean? We never speak of it again." I said.
He shrugged, "Well, that's a given. I just meant if we're gonna just... act like it didn't happen?"
I hesitated for a second, "In front of other people? Yeah."
His eyes averted and he had his confused look on, "Are you suggesting we-"
"Oh no," I drawled with a nervous laugh, knowing exactly where that was going. "None of that is happening. And we're never doing that again."
It was his time to hesitate. "Not even one more time?"
I sputtered out a laugh, "Chris, that whole thing wasn't even supposed to happen in the first place, okay?"
He let out an exasperated breath, "Oh come on, but I can do so much better." He slouched dramatically, and I snorted.
"I'm sure you can, babe. Now put this thing back in drive, would you?"
"So, you're not the least bit curious how much better it gets?" He retorted.
I was. But he didn't need to know that.
I stared at him blankly, "Stop."
"That's basically what you were saying yesterday... theeenn you kissed me. So, I'm not sure if I should keep going or..."
He was grinning, so by default, I started grinning. And I'm sure we looked crazy.
(If you can listen to this song while you read, you do that)
Then he started leaning in slowly. I didn't do anything. "Just one more," he muttered lowly, his tone still playful, but a lot more seductive.
He's not playing fair.
I bit my lip when he started getting closer. I was nervous (if my flopping heart was anything to go by) and excited, and beyond scared. But I didn't stop him, because I wanted him to.
"Is it okay?" He rasped when his nose was nudging mine gently.
I couldn't talk so I just nodded as best as I could.
The sound he made wasn't comprehensible. "I'd like verbal consent please-"
I pressed my lips to his for the second time, because he's stupid. I did appreciate that he asked, and he wanted me to say yes out loud. His mom taught him well, but I don't need that right now.
When my lips touched his, he drew in a long breath and it felt like he took my own because I felt my chest constrict for a moment.
Slowly, he parted my lips with his, and moved them with mine just as slow. All my thoughts scrambled before dying, and all I could think about was how soft his lips felt, and that he wasn't joking about doing better. He was doing a lot better, especially when he pulled my top lip between his then placed a soft kiss against my lips again. It made my whole body tingle and goosebumps rose over my skin even though I was burning up.
It didn't matter how slow we went, when we parted slightly, our breaths came out in short puffs and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.
Something cool was resting at the base of my neck and my breath caught when it ran upâI realized it was his hand. There was a click and my seatbelt loosened, so I pulled it away from my body, letting it slip back to where it belonged.
"You're nasty," I muttered, but tilted my head when he angled it up, and pushed myself closer to him. My hands rested on his chest limply, my eyes still closed, and my leg almost hooked over his thigh with how close I'd gotten.
I just wanted to feel him in that moment. All the emotions and desire I had bottled up for this guy was bursting through the lid, and if this was the only time I got to get them out, then I wasn't going to fight it.
He hummed, "I would've grabbed your pigtails if they were out." He said gruffly, his lips brushing against mine.
What are we doing, I wondered, when his words lit an inferno under my skin.
He pressed soft kisses to my lips before his hand slid to the side of my neck and his thumb caught my bottom lip gently, making my lips part involuntarily, then he kissed the hell out of me.
Soon, I was squirming in my seat as his tongue slid against mine repeatedly; him switching between pulling my bottom and top lips between his and suckling on them until all I felt were tingles; and his teeth nibbling at my lips teasingly. My chest heaved from not getting enough oxygen, but I didn't care. I'd happily pass out if it meant I go out with this being my last memory.
My fingers were in his hair, running over his arms, his chest, even his thighsâholding onto him tightly. And I was hot. Everything was hot.
"Ari," He said lowly when we finally pulled away to breathe.
"Yeah?"
"Your hand."
I pulled my hand back, "Oh, sorry." It had been inching very high up his thigh and I didn't even notice.
His head shook, "Just don't start something you can't finish."
I pulled back and opened my eyes, staring up at him challengingly even though I could feel how heavy my lids were, "Or you're scared you'll finish too quick."
I was gaping at myself as he stared at me evenly. His expression the same as it was even before I said that.
"You know... I have no clue why you want people to think you're innocent," he said, "You're actually disgusting."
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing, "Because I don't want anybody to snitch on me."
He shook his head, his lips forming into a smile. "You sure you don't wanna stop somewhere? Cause Nate's parents are gonna be home and..." His eyes dropped to my lips briefly, "You could use some ice."
I nodded, "Yeah, you too."
"Cool." His eyes went back to my lips again, "After five more seconds."
I bit my lips to hold back a grin, but I didn't stop him when he leaned in again, kissing the corner of my lips softly. I let out a long breath, my teeth sunk into my lip harder and my eyes closed again as I let his lips trail along my jaw briefly.
"Or maybe ten."
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I sat, staring dumbly at the house in front of us. Chris had just parked in the long, fancy driveway.
I've seen contemporary-style homes in pictures online and there was a couple that we'd pass whenever we were going to Chris's, but I never thought I'd be sitting in the driveway of oneâseeing it up close.
The building was equal between glass, wood, and grey painted wall, on the outside. There was greenery, mostly had to do with those plants that could survive during the winter, and expensive looking landscaping for the driveway and anywhere you had to walk in general. I'm guessing flowers were supposed to be in the pots trailing along the edges of the driveway and the steps leading onto the porch.
On said porch, a hammock was hung, and some comfortable looking chairs were set out. It was short and looked like it was just there for decoration, as if it's saying 'yeah, this is just the beginning, go inside if you think this shit is impressive'. That's exactly what it was saying because from here I could see into some room through the huge floor to ceiling windows in the front of the house. The light was on and it looked to be a lounge with- guess... fancy furniture.
I wanna live here.
"Nate... lives here?" I almost choked getting that out.
Chris made a sound in response, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
"You wanna... get out or..."
I turned to him, blinking, "Oh, you expect me to come with you?" I gestured to the house.
He nodded, "Well, yeah, I'm not leaving you in here."
"Didn't you say you're just gonna get something?"
"It doesn't matter, let's go." He reached for the door.
"Wait," I stopped him with my hand on his arm. He looked back at me with his eyebrows raised and eventually sat back slowly.
"Yeah..." He drawled.
"So, you remember what we talked about..."
His eyes went up, "Ariana-"
"No! No!" I cut him off loudly and undid my seatbelt so I could turn to him fully, "I know how you get, and if you tell my mom or your mom, or anyone's mom!" I paused, giving him a wide-eyed look, "I'm gonna kill you."
"I'm not telling anyone if you don't." He said, giving me a bored look. "It's a one-time thing- I understand that. This is a lot more crucial than you seeing me in my boxers; cause one, that was an accident; and two, this was not. We knew what we were doing and that would send us into an early grave." He had his hands held up almost defensively, "I'm definitely keeping this to myself."
I had my eyes narrowed on him, but I was just imagining him in his boxers again. It's one of those memories that I try to bury but it keeps popping up in my head and I always imagine different ways that morning could've went. Yeah... it gets reckless my mind.
"I promise, Ariana, I will not tell anyone. Do I need to make a blood oath?"
I shook my head, "Sorry. I just know how you get that's all. One slip up and we're ruined, cause my mother does not play." A nervous laugh slipped out of me.
"I know, and neither does mine. If my mom finds out, she'll kill me, because they're friends now or whatever," he rolled his eyes and I held back a laugh, "She likes how your mom is raising you, so if I'm the one to fuck that up... I'm done for. My mom has come close to whooping my ass once in my life and it's because I lied to her about something huge at the time," he nodded when I gaped at him in disbelief, "Not exaggerating. So, if this gets out, she's gonna think I lied to her and there's a good chance she might smack me around with something. And she did say if she found out something's happening between us, she was gonna tell your mom-"
"Oh, so she snitchin'?" I said, my face scrunched up.
"I know," he said, shaking his head, "Who the hell does that? But yeah, either way, we don't win. So, I do agree that this should stay between us."
I nodded, "Good."
I was a lot more scared now since Charlotte said that, because that woman is really perceptive and observing, so she would be able to tell if something started happening that shouldn't be.
"So..." I started, one thing popping up in my head, "Since we're like friends and close and all..." I shrugged, contemplating if I should ask him this. I am curious and it's been a while so I might as well.
He was staring at me expectantly, so I just said it. "That morning... or night, or whatever- were you having a wet dream, or did you just wake up and it was just... there?" I could feel the back of my neck getting hot.
His face didn't change for the first two seconds as what I asked sunk in. When it finally did, I knew. It wasn't because he was blushing or he started laughing like I expected, but because his eyes slowly trailed down my body then back up. As he did that, the heat on the back of my neck circulated my body by the time his eyes met mine again.
And slowly, the sexiest grin spread over his face, and instead of answering my question, he said, "Let's go." Then jerked his head toward the house.
Without another word or glance, he got out, closed the door after him and left me here blushing and feeling stupid. I sat there, watching his lopsided grin through the winded up window.
I groaned in embarrassment, leaning forward to rest my face in my hands, "Why would I ask him that?" I wondered, feeling like the dumbest person alive. I basically set myself up for failure when I decided I should even bring it up again.
My door opened and I shivered when the cool air rushed in. It didn't matter that I was still in my coat, the chill sent an uncomfortable shiver through me.
"Come on, the sooner we get in, the sooner we get out." Chris said and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
I wanted to whine about staying in the truck, but I was too embarrassed to even speak, so I just sat up and slid to the edge of the seat and let him help me out.
He closed the door after me and said, "We're going in through the side door." Still amused.
Then I wanted to ask why we couldn't go in through the front, but I kept my mouth shut. His enjoyment with this was making me feel even more stupid.
I let him direct me to where the "side door" was, still quiet but also busy admiring the construction of the place. It was a two story... I think. At least it looked like it, but the way the whole house is set up, I could be very wrong. It looked like it had an attic that could be a whole floor of its own, but I stopped trying to figure it out when we came to a spot with broken rocks embedded in an expertly paved path. I was almost scared to walk on it.
It led us to the door Chris was talking about, but the path went on until it went around the back of the house. I let my eyes follow it because I wanted to go around there, but also, I didn't want to look at Chris.
I heard jiggling and turned my gaze back to the door where Chris had a key in the knob and unlocked it.
My eyebrows raised. He has a key, how convenient.
He unlocked the door, opened it, then took the key out and pushed it open. He gestured me in and if I was in my regular mood, I would've gone into a whole speech as to why I wasn't going in first. But I already felt like I wouldn't mind dying right now so I didn't question it.
Only, I was halfway through the door when his hands found my hips and held me in place.
I was fine until the front of his body pressed against my back firmly and his lips were at my ear.
"It was a wet dream." He said lowly.
I rolled my eyes, and just when I was about to tell him I don't care anymore, despite the warmth in my cheeks, his nose was nudging my ear and his lips below it. My eyes rolled back pathetically.
Jesus, help me.
We said we weren't doing this again!
I let out a shallow breath, tilting my head back against his chest when I felt his fingers brushing against my collar. His ran his knuckles along the length of my neck before I felt his hand circle around my neck gently, brushing his fingers against my pulse pounding on either side beneath my skin.
He liked doing that seeing as this is his third time doing it, fourth if you count Thanksgiving. I didn't mind it though. It made me feel... a way.
His hand on my hip tightened and he pulled me back into him even more, then let his hand wander down to the side of my thigh.
"Wanna know who it was about?"
Involuntarily, my body arched into him, but I snapped out of it quickly. I took a few steps away the same time I felt a shiver, and turned around when I was against the wall across from him.
My voice came out higher than it should've when I said, "Okay, so what way are we going?" And it cracked, so I had to clear my throat embarrassingly and look both ways along the hall, so I didn't have to look at him.
Eventually I did, and as hot as the look on his face was, it made me blush uncomfortably. He was making me blush too much in the past two days.
I kind of had an idea of where that question would've gone, and I did not want to know. We're already treading on thin ice, and he's not making this easy for me. We had an agreement that what happened in the truck should stay there and nothing close to it should happen again, but Chris doesn't look like he gives a fuck. Especially in some people's house. He's crazy.
He was eyeing me all weird and it made me squirm.
"Seriously, stop," I said, giving him a stern look.
He laughed lightly, but it wasn't at me. "I have no clue how to take that word anymore."
I forced myself not to smile and got close to him again, pressing my finger to his chest, "We can't do this," I said.
He groaned lowly and dramatically, leaning down to me, "I know. You just make it so hard not to."
I shook my head, "Control yourself."
"Next to impossible." His tone was exaggerated, and he had a look on his face that made me laugh. "You're just so fucking hot." His hands went back to my hips.
I knew he was just playing around, because he does this sometimes, but it was still flattering. "I'm really not but okay."
He let out a scoff and a laugh, "If you let me show you, it's gonna get heated in here."
"What I need you to show me, is what direction we're going." I stepped away from him, smacking his hands with a giggle when he reached for me again.
He was grinning in amusement as he pointed down the hall on my right. "You wanna see something before we go say hi?"
He grabbed my hand before I even responded and started pulling me in the opposite way of where we were supposed to be going.
"What're you doing?" I whispered, glancing over my shoulder.
He pulled me up next to him and wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers skimming the small area of exposed skin between the waistband of my jeans and the bottom of my top.
"Stop being a coward," he said with a grin.
I frowned. "I don't feel comfortable roaming some strangers' house. Why couldn't we say hi first?"
"Cause they're gonna get into a whole conversation and this can't wait."
"What's so important?"
We stopped in front of a heavy-looking, metal door.
"Ouuu," I said in mock excitement, "Is this Iron Man's secret lair or something? Does he have one in every state?"
"Okay, can you just open the door," he said when I leaned forward with my hands on my knees, laughing obnoxiously.
I could tell he was trying not to join in and that made it even more funny. But then I remembered we practically broke into the damn house and reached up to stifle the sound behind my hand.
"Go." He nudged me with his arm.
"Okay." I laughed and reached for the metal handle.
I pushed the door open and was surprised that it wasn't as heavy as it looked. "Is this even met-"
There was a loud popping sound, followed by, "Surprise!"
My heart lurched into my throat and I stumbled back into Chris with a squeak, reaching back to grip his arm tightly. I started coughing since I choked on oxygen. I reached up to cover my mouth, blinking through my watery eyes at the familiar faces.
Confetti was falling from the air and a bunch of balloons were floating around now. I felt Chris's hand on my back, switching between patting my back gently and rubbing in circular motions.
Even though they scared the shit out of me, I couldn't help but smile widely as I tried to wipe my eyes.
"Don't tell me you're crying," Chris said, sounding tired.
I laughed, "I was choking, idiot."
Seconds later I was being swarmed by people and being passed from arm to arm.
"Guys," they all got quiet, "my birthday's tomorrow." I announced.
"We know," Julia said.
"This the surprise part. You notice we don't have cake or ice cream yet?" That was Thion, who pointed at a long table in the front of the room with bowls and bags of chips and other snacks.
That's when I noticed that there was a huge screen on the wall a couple feet in front of the table and rows of dark leather chairs were set out in the rest of the roomâfacing the screen.
"Ouuuu." I walked over to one of the seats and ran my hand over it.
"Oh, yeah, this is my house."
I turned to Jess, and her lips were stretched into a wide but weird-looking smile. I snickered and she grinned.
"So, you guys planned all this?" I pointed at them, until my eyes went to the back of the room and I had to do a double take when I saw four people sitting back there conversing.
What the hell are they doing?
The others followed my gaze. Carlos turned back with a shrug, "They're boring so they just wanted to sit back there and watch," he said lowly.
I smiled and waved to the back. I was guessing the man and woman I didn't know were Jess's parents, but my mom and Charlotte were back there too. They waved back but went back to talking to each other about whatever the hell they find interesting.
"Yeah, they don't care since tomorrow's your birthday." Nate said.
"By the way, y'all are late," Thion said. He had a hint of an accusing tone as he eyed us back and forth.
"Truck broke down." I shook my head and waved nonchalantly, even though the memory of Chris and I making out flickered continuously like a bad tape in my memory. This is one of those times where I thank everyone in heaven that I'm dark skin.
"No, it didn't," Chris said weirdly, and I could tell he was making a 'what the fuck' face, "She was hungry, like she always is."
I grinned, "Yeah, that too."
"That's why you're gaining all that weight!" My mom said from the back of the room.
I averted my eyes, nodding when my friends started snickering lowly.
"But anyways..." I gave my mom a playful look before turning to Jess and rubbing my hands together, "You got ham? Beef? Any kind of chicken whatsoever?"
They all started laughing, but I grinned at her and said, "I'm really not kidding."
"You just ate." Chris said incredulously.
I made a face, "So?" I sighed and turned to him. My eyes were on his chest when I started talking, "Chris... you need to understand that... I'm fat now."
I looked up the same time his eyes went to the ceiling, "Please, shut up."
I ignored him. "And I intend to embrace all this fatness until it starts to kill me."
I clapped my hands dramatically and pressed my lips together, not caring about his blank stare.
He turned his attention to our friends who were watching the whole thing like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Are you guys... hearing this or is it just me?"
There was a couple of amused sounds, but it was Theon who said, "Nut."
That made Chris's stare break and he laughed, causing everyone else to laugh. "Shut up, man."
"But on a serious level," I said, holding my hands up, "I know there's like chips and stuff, but food... Y'all don't got no food?"
"I mean, we got you bagels and stuff and we have lunch meat-"
I made my way over to Theon and placed my hand on his arm, "Can you make me a sandwich?"
He rolled his eyes playfully, "Since it's ya birthday, I guess-"
"Her birthday's tomorrow." Chris said blankly.
Theon didn't even bat an eyelash at his interruption, but when he finally looked at him, he shrugged and said, "Don't hate, bro."
Chris laughed, but it was a forced one, "I'm just saying."
"While you guys do that," I took a step back with a grin, "I'ma go bother those people."
I took off, but screamed when my hair got caught- no, it didn't get caught, Chris's dumbass pulled it.
So, I punched him in his stomach.
I could hear the parentals protesting from the back of the room, and our friends making some distasteful sounds. We all watched him lower himself to his knees with a grunt and clutched his stomach, me with my hands over my mouth and not knowing what to do.
"I-I'm sorry! It was reflex."
I could hear his slight wheezing and got on the floor in front of him to wrap my arms around his shoulders. He tried to laugh but it just came out sounding like a painful, breathless grunt.
"I'll go get ice." Someone said.
"And I'm gonna go make those sandwiches. I'm starving."
"I'm so sorry." I couldn't not laugh, so I did. And he tried to, but he just ended up groaning.
I pulled back to look at his face and he was a bright red, along with his eyes, and a couple tears had escaped them.
"Awww," I cooed, letting out a breathless laugh, "Don't be a bitch, Chris." I said, wiping his face with my coat sleeve gently even though he was already trying to clean himself up.
"Know what," he said gruffly, pushing my hand away.
"We had an agreement and you broke your end, so you don't get to get mad at me."
He said something under his breath that I didn't catch, but I didn't care. "Look, I'm really sorry. Are you okay now?"
"No, you punched me with so much hatred. Are we even friends anymore?" He grunted when he shifted, trying to get up.
There were some low snickers and I tried not to smile too wide when he glared at me.
"Okay, let me help you up." I went to take him arm.
He moved away, "I don't want your help."
"I'm sorry," I said again.
But he just said, "No."
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I walked into the theater room, my eyes immediately catching Chris who was reclined all the way back in the leather seat in the front row at the end and peering at the large screen.
Yeah, they all recline, and it's fucking awesome because that means I'm actually sleeping in here tonight.
Speaking of sleeping here, I mean that literally. Our sleepover starts tonight. They actually planned all this shit without me, and all they really needed was for my mother to say yes, which she did. My mom even had my overnight bag packed and everything, even with my face-cleansing shit. I love that woman.
Both my mom and Chris's are staying over. Our moms were gonna go back to his house for the night since it's so many of us and they don't have enough rooms, but we were all gonna camp out in the lounge- well they're gonna camp out in the lounge, Chris and I are staying in here.
No lie, when I told my mom that, she looked about ready to fork my eyes out and pull my tongue from my head. I told her she could chaperone if she wanted, but she just gave me a look and went back to talking to Charlotte. But I'm pretty sure she muttered something along the lines of "play with me, little girl." I can't be sure, but it sounds like something she'd say.
Chris was watching some movie because I'd went to shower about an hour and a half ago. Before that, we'd all eaten and played a bunch of games until dinner. Dinner was so good, it's not even funny and I almost cried when I couldn't eat anymore because I was stuffed after one and a half plates. Because of that, I'd been limping after I got up and all my mom did was shake her head at me. I could tell she wanted to say something about my eating, again, but bit her tongue.
"Sup," I greeted, stopping myself from jumping on top of him.
He looked so inviting just laying there in plaid PJ bottoms, a tank top and socks, with his hand running through his shortly cropped hair.
Is that a pri-
I moved my eyes back to his face when he turned his head to me.
"Like you wrap," he said, nodding at my head.
My hand moved up to my head and I smiled obnoxiously, "It's a scarf, but I'll take it."
"Looks great on you."
Well... now he's just aiming to get it, and he just might.
I came up to the side of his seat, peering down at him. I nodded to his stomach, "How's the bruise?"
"Getting better," he said with a small smile.
I pouted, "I really didn't mean to."
He chuckled, "Yeah, and I didn't mean to pull your hair either. It kinda just happened. Believe me, I didn't think about it."
"Yeah, don't do that again." I shook my head. "You heard what your mom said, one more evidence of domestic abuse between the two of us and this is over." I gestured between the two of us, "You go ahead and let that sink in. Cause you need me."
He laughed. I went to take a seat in the middle of the first row but got up and got some snacks from the table in front of us.
"You are not about to eat all that," he said when I grabbed a couple bowls and the bags of chips, pretzels and a couple bottles of water and placed them on the seat next to mine.
I shrugged, "It's for the show."
"I'm sure they are." He shook his head and slowly his seat started readjusting until it was upright.
He walked over to the table and got a remote I didn't even realize was there and exited the movie he was watching.
I munched on my chips slowly, my eyes zeroing in on all his great assets, like his jawline, biceps, the tattoo on his back just below his shoulder blade, and that ass. He definitely still has his athletes' body. He hasn't been working out as much as he was when he was still doing track, but he works out enough for it to show. He has a little belly going on, but that doesn't change anything. It reminds me of a cute, chubby little lizard. Weird analogy, but what I'm trying to say is... the guy's still hot even though he doesn't have a six pack anymore.
The door to the room opened and we both looked over.
It was Jess's mom. She was such a sweet lady. One, because she feeds me every ten minutes, and two... yeah. But really, she was so nice. She was playing games with us a couple times since the rest of the grown-ups are just a bunch of alcoholics, and she's always smiling and just so sweet it hurts.
She had straight hair that fell at the top of her shoulders, and skin so smooth it looked like milk chocolate, and I wanted it. It's taking forever for my face to fully clear up and every time I see someone with impeccable skin, that's all I can pay attention to.
She was standing in the door with two fancy glasses with what looks like sundaes and cute little spoons sticking out of them.
"Ouuu," I said, my eyes wide with wonder. I want both.
She grinned and came in, "We were making sundaes while you were in the shower. Nathion couldn't wait for you to get out."
I laughed. "Of course, he couldn't."
"And also, your moms' said to tell you not to start acting grown." She said after she handed us our delicious-looking deserts.
Chris choked on his sundae since he'd already started eating it like a pig, and I snorted.
"I told one of them they could chaperone," I said, shrugging.
"My mom won't." Chris shook his head, licking some cream from his lips, "I like snuggling when I watch stuff with her."
I gave him a blank stare, before I said, "You're weird."
"It makes me feel loved," he said softly.
"Okay," I muttered, turning my gaze back to Jess's mom. She was staring at us, amused. I shook my head at her playfully.
"Don't judge me, you cold-hearted-"
"That's not gonna hurt my feelings." I shook my head at him now, taking a small spoon of my sundae to test the waters. I sighed heavily when the chocolate, vanilla and caramel melted on my tongue, "This is so good," I said with my mouth half full.
Janel smiled at me, but said, "You two really are something else." She started to leave, "I'll leave you to your marathon."
"Oh, thank you for the sundae," I called after her when she was almost out the door. Chris followed suite with his thanks.
"No problem." She smiled over her shoulder and reached up to a switch on the wall and slowly the lights started to dim.
I looked up and the room was now only lit up by the huge screen, which was more than enough light.
"That's not an invitation to be grown," she said, giving us a look.
I smiled, and my eyes went over to Chris who was smirking as he flipped through shows.
"Night guys."
We bid her goodnight and she closed the door behind her.
Chris turned back to me almost immediately, "Ready?" He had a wide grin on his face.
It didn't take long for my expression to mirror his, "Hell yeah."
He went back to his seat, only this time he was two seats down from me, and I busied myself with reclining my seat all the way back and curling up on myself as far as I can to get comfortable.
When we were both settled, he finally pressed play.
Most of the night went by in us actually managing to be quiet and watching the show, besides from those times when we got shook and started getting loud. And those times where one of our moms would come in the room to 'check on us' every now and then. And sometimes, a couple of our friends would come to hang out for a couple minutes and we'd pause the show and just chill with them. But if they kept asking about the show, we just kicked them out.
We finished the whole Second Part some time between two and four in the morning and stayed up talking about it for another half an hour I think before we finally knocked out.
I woke up, not long after that and basically sleep-walked to the bathroom, and almost fell asleep on the toilet. But I could hear the wind howling outside and realized we really were getting that storm. After washing my face with some water and rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash that was on the sink (I didn't brush my teeth the night before and it bothered me) I was stumbling along the dark hallway with my hand on the wall to lead me back to the theater room.
When I got there I immediately said, "Chris."
The whole room was dark, and I didn't remember shutting the screen off. Chris probably did or the light went out some time with the storm. That probably explains why it wasn't as warm as it was when I fell asleep.
I heard him hum tiredly from where he was.
"Wake up." I shuffled through the room, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dark.
"Why?" His voice was low and gruff, and I could hear him shuffling.
He twisted onto his back with a sigh.
"I dunno, I just wanted to wake you."
He let out a huffing breath and folded an arm behind his head. I could see his form, but I couldn't make out his face very well.
"It's freezing. Do you think the power went out?"
A low rumble came from his chest and he said tiredly, "Dunno."
I was walking by his seat when he called me. I stopped and waited for him to say something. I think his eyes were closed.
"What?"
He dropped a hand to his chest, "C'mere."
All I know is, it wasn't freezing anymore.
"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "If I do that, I'm gonna fall asleep and someone's gonna come in here and some shit's gonna happen, so no."
He patted his chest again.
I was debating because I really wanted to, but my eyes were still burning and I knew the second I did it, we were both gonna fall asleep and the next time we woke up it would be to someone, or a couple people, standing over us.
My eyes went to the door and I chewed on my lip, "What if they have cameras?"
"Don't," he said lowly.
I grimaced and went back to the seat I was in to get my phone. I set a timer on it for half and hour, just incase I did fall asleep and dropped it on the seat next to him.
I huffed and placed my hands on either side of him, "So you're not gonna scoot over?"
"Comfortable." He grumbled.
I rolled my eyes and bit my lip as I crawled over him, "Don't get frisky."
"Try."
I guess his brain isn't functioning for more than one syllable answers right now.
I lowered myself on top of him, breathing deeply to keep my heart steady because I knew he'd be able to feel it. I knew I could feel everything on him.
His arms slid around my back and he pulled me down on him even more until the only part of my body that wasn't on him was my face, because I was too busy staring at him, dumbfounded. His hand had immediately went down to the small of my back, just shy of my ass, and settled there on my skin.
I was convinced he was still sleeping, but it also seemed like a very Chris-thing to do.
His other hand rested on the side of my exposed thigh. Yeah, I was wearing shorts in cold weather. It's not my fault, the place was warm couple hours ago.
"You're still sleeping, aren't you?" I reached up to run my fingers through his hair hesitantly, trying to make it less messy.
I didn't touch his hair often even though I like to, because it felt like I was invading him or something. And I hated when he touched mine, so it felt less hypocritical to be touching his.
He hummed, then his hand on my thigh started moving in circular motions. I bit my lip, feeling butterflies flopping around in my stomach.
"You're actually on top of me," he said gruffly. His eyes opened and he peered at me through hooded eyes.
Why is he so hot?
I laid my head down on the cool leather, snuggling into him slightly to get warmer. "And you're still surprised I keep giving you what you want after I say no."
He readjusted slightly, gripping my thigh as he moved down. I stopped breathing.
"Why are you moving?"
He was rubbing all over me.
His back arched, "Cause I need-" there was a loud pop and he fell back with a sigh, "I'm good now."
"I forgot you're a lot bigger than I am and this might not be comfortable for you."
His hand ran up my back, under my top, then back down to where it was before, "I'm a lot more comfortable."
I groaned lowly and pressed my face into his chest, "Why are you making this so hard?"
Something nudged my thigh and I jerked away, almost rolling onto the armrest and staring down at his crotch even though I couldn't really see anything in the dark.
"Woah. Dude."
"I know. You literally just said hard and that happened," he lets out an irritated breath, and I'm more than sure he's blushing. I definitely I am.
He reached down and adjusted himself, "Sorry. Now it's incredibly awkward."
I debated with myself for a moment before I settled back on top of him, with one of my legs between his and feeling him pressing onto my thigh, "So I did that?" I teased, trying to make him relax.
He didn't answer for a second and I swear he twitched down there again.
He swallowed audibly, "Uhh... I was trying to keep it together and then you just said that word and..."
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing, "Hmm."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing."
A few seconds of quiet went by and I tried to not think too much of his... thing on me. But he's wearing thin PJs so it's not like there's a little left to the imagination.
"It's so weird," I said.
"My dick?"
"Yeah." I sat up a little and placed my elbow on the seat to look down at him, "But it's not just yours. It's all of th-"
"We're not having this discussion."
"And then girls get," I stopped, rolling my shoulders as an uncomfortable feeling settled on me. I made a face and shook my head. "I agree, no more talking about this."
"That part I wouldn't mind though," he said, and I could tell he was enjoying that. I could see his huge grin because of how white his teeth were.
"Ew. No."
"It's not ew," he said, shrugging, "It's beautiful."
I cringed and placed my arms on either side of his head and leaned down to his ear, whispering, "Do you hear yourself?"
"Yes, and I stand by it. I think the female body is beautiful," he repeated, both his hands now settled on my sides beneath my top.
"Your mom did a number on you."
He chuckled, "She just taught me to appreciate women. People in general, but on this topicâwomen."
"You still have a boner."
"First of all, who even says 'boner' anymore?" he retorted, "And second, we are talking about sex and things having to do with it, so it's not gonna leave so soon, and third, you're thigh is pressed up on me so..."
I moved my leg so I was straddling him and was in no way touching him, "Better?" I moved back to see his face.
"No."
"What?"
He turned his head to me, and his nose nudged mine, making me move back a little. As soon as I did, I contemplated moving forward again, but stayed where I was.
"The position itself is just..." He shook his head.
I licked my lips, "I hate how I take every chance to be close to you even though I shouldn't."
"Who said you shouldn't?" I opened my mouth to answer but he started talking again before I could answer, "That was a retort."
We laughed lowly, and I ended up having my forehead pressed to his.
My hand came up to the side of his neck and my eyes closed, "You're amazing."
"You're pretty damn great yourself," he said lowly, leaning up to brush his lips against mine softly.
I smiled, "That was probably the whitest I've ever heard you sound."
I could tell he was grinning, "It was intentional."
"Ah." I could hardly nod after that, "Just wanted to remind me I'm doing this with a white boy?"
"A white man."
"Oh, my bad."
We laughed again and he cupped the back of my neck, "Just stop talking." He kissed the corner of my lips.
"Kay."
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They're so fookin cute!