Chapter 8- Awkward Movie Time

Chapter 8- Awkward Movie Time

Kim's POV

I'm bummed that I got Asher into trouble. The minute he got home, Ash told me that the school had called his mom during work, telling her about the fight. She grounded him for two weeks, only allowing him to go out if it was school related. So, in other words, I'm watching movies alone at night, with no one but Katie to text or call, all in a very quiet environment. OK, the last one might not be that much of a problem, quiet is nice, but bottom line I'm missing Asher.

I was in the kitchen popping some popcorn for a movie I'm going to watch. I think this is the first movie that I'm ever going to watch alone- or without Asher at least, for a very long time. I put the popcorn in a large bowl, walking to the living room. I didn't expect it, but when I walked into the living room I screamed, because someone was standing in the middle of the dark room waiting for me. So scream on the top of my lungs, and frightened for my life, I threw the popcorn bowl when the person came near me.

"Ahh! No! Get out - ASHER!?" I screamed, realizing the familiar laughter.

He laughed hysterically, grabbing me around the waist. "Hey babe." That is not funny! I just experienced a heart attack no joke.

"What the hell, Ash, that wasn't funny! And you made me spill my popcorn!" I yelled at him, smacking his chest.

"Aww, come on, you got to admit that that was a perfect scream attack moment. That should have been filmed for a horror movie!" He tells me, "And correction you threw the popcorn at me."

I had to remind myself I couldn't smile or laugh, so I resulted into biting the inside of my lip to stop myself. "What are you doing here anyways? You're grounded, remember?" He took a step towards me, crushing popcorn with his shoes. We both looked down as he started to chuckle again. "You're picking that all up," I mentioned. Though this mess is completely my fault.

"Fuck no," he cursed, shaking his head.

"Truckers mouth!" I accused and reminded from our earlier conversation in the courtyard, "I swear, for every time you cuss, if I had a dollar, or even a quarter, I'd make at least a hundred dollars a day." I tell him as I put another bag of popcorn in the microwave to pop.

"Oh really?" Ash doubted, raising his eyebrows at me, "I'm not that bad." He thinks wrongly.

"Oh yes it is." I disagree, "It's not attractive. How you can get so many girls is beyond my knowledge." I tell him honestly, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I lean back against the counter with crossed arms watching him.

"Because sometimes I don't even have to talk, I just have to do and turn girls on." Asher informs wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He took another step forward until he was standing directly inches away from me. Too close in my bubble. "You want an experience? A little insight?" Before I could even think about running away, both of Asher's hands cupped both my ass cheeks, picking me up and plopping me down onto the hard cold granite. He wormed himself between my legs, staring deeply and directly in my eyes.

For some bizarre reason, I had an urge -like in one of those movies- to wrap my arms tightly around his neck and just lunge for him, crashing out lips together. But I completely shook that thought away, remembering that this is Asher, my best friend. Not a movie.

Instead, I grasped the edge of the counter holding myself back and biting the inside of my cheek. He leans his forehead on mine, letting our noses touch. I felt his fingers slowly trailing up my legs until he stopped them at my hips. I could feel my eyes bulging out at what he was doing, at how close he was. My grip on the counter tightens, I stare up at his eyes the whole time as his eyes were looking down, but no longer looking at my eyes.

I felt like I was getting zapped with 100 watts of electricity as his lips, ever so slightly, brushed over mine. My heart jumped right out of my chest when the shrieking beep of the microwave rang through the room, making me hit my head back on the cabinet. I let go of the breath that I was unknowingly holding, panting, and now mere inches apart from Asher's face. He finally looks up at me, smirking like he always does.

I jumped down from the counter and rush to the microwave, grabbing the popcorn and a new bowl. Asher, my Asher- I think-, the same Asher I've known for more than a decade just try to turn me on by using his moves. He just tried putting the moves on his best friend. What the hell is going on here and what the hell is wrong with my Asher?!

I moved around the kitchen, taking my time as I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and clean up my mess. Asher just leans against the counter calmly, with a slightly smudge smile on his face watching me, "So, did you finish all your homework?" He asks casually.

"Y-Yeah." I stutter, pushing my hair behind my ears.

"Wow, finished before midnight, that's a first in years." He chuckles, eating the popcorn in the bowl. I walked over to the mess on the floor as he followed with the other bowl of popcorn I just made.

"Y-yeah." I stutter, again, picking up the pieces of popcorn off the floor. How does he think everything is cool now? Like everything is ok? Um, no! I'm freaking out, you just made things awkward, thank you Asher!

"Did you finish all those physics problems Mrs. Clemens gave us for homework?" He asks standing behind me.

I snickered lightly and roll my eyes, physics is not my thing, "Not correctly though." I mention slightly frustrated. To tell you the truth, I gave up four problems in. It's like the more I tried the more I confused myself. Twelve physics problems is torture! I just rewrote the problem and wrote random numbers and signs just to make it look like I did something.

"You should have asked, I could have helped you." Asher offers, munching on the popcorn. I grab the bowl of popcorn from the floor and walk back into the kitchen to throw it all away. "Or you could have always asked Spencer." He snickers. Heat rose to my cheeks at them mention of his name. Hm, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. "I'm kidding you do know that, right?" Asher clarifies.

I grin, walking past him so I can make another bag of popcorn since Asher already ate a majority of it. "I already finished Mr. Bass's report about Dickens that he assigned last week. It's due in a couple of days, but I finished ahead." I comment, putting the popcorn in the microwave, "I finished both my trig and calculus homework; math is a breeze. History I had to study for our quiz, which I will ace tomorrow, so easy and-"

"Nerd alert." Asher announces with a mouth full of popcorn. 'Nerd alert' is Asher's polite way of telling me, 'stop, you're sounding like a very boring, know it all, dweeb.' So when that comes up, I shut up.

"Well sorry or being smart and doing all my homework." I mumble under my breath as I wait for the popcorn.

"I didn't say apologize. You know what I mean." He tries. "I was just trying to make things less awkward." He tells me waving his hands in the air.

"Well you're the one that made it awkward." I remind him, pushing my glasses up my nose again. He only smirked at the comment and sent me a wink before the timer on the microwave beeped.

Asher's POV

When Kim was done popping the popcorn and taking her slow sweet ass time, we finally made it to the living room. Kim, kept her distance, which only made me smile and mentally laugh because she feels awkward now. What's so awkward about seducing her? I mean, I don't feel awkward at all, I enjoyed myself. And if that damn microwave didn't go off I would have been a whole lot happier. But I take what I got.

"So, why are you here? Aren't you grounded?" Kimmy asks, sitting on the couch as she scrolls through her Netflix queue.

I grabbed a pillow, placing it on her pretzel crossed legs and laying my head on it. I opened my mouth as she dropped a popcorn puff in it. "I told my mom that we were working on an essay together," I opened my mouth again for her to drop the popcorn. "Couldn't stand being in the house."

"It hasn't even been a day Asher." She states bluntly eating some popcorn herself while pushing her glass to her face. She's so adorable in glasses.

"Yeah, but at home I can't watch TV or use my laptop unless it's for school purposes. I only have my phone but I don't know how long that will last until my mom remembers." I tell her honestly. When my mom punishes, she punishes me cruelly. It's like I'm a kid in the 1940's.

"Well, maybe this is the time you'll realize that throwing punches comes with consequences." She tells me. What is she my mother? It's going to happen again no doubt.

"So, what movie are we watching?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"I am deciding from Maid in Manhattan, Titanic, Dear John, -"

"I'm stopping you right there, kid." I said, raising my hand up to stop her. "These are all sappy love movies. Where's the action in all this?"

Someone please explain to me why girls liked watching sappy romance movies. They do know its fake love, right? And why do they cry, like Jesus man, OK the dog dies.... Here's a thought, get a new one!

"Well, what did you expect? Indiana Jones and Marvel movies? You know me way better than that," she said, shaking her head and eating some more popcorn.

"OK fine, how about we spice it up a bit. A comedy romance. Crazy Stupid Love." I negotiate, that should be a good one.

"But I want to cry...." she said pouting.

"Why?" I asked bewildered, not seeing it. See, here we go again with the whole crying thing. It's not necessary.

"Cause- aww how about we watch The Art of Getting By again? That was cute," she gushed. I groaned, slapping my forehead as I closed my eyes.

"Ugh again?! Kimmy, this is the twenty-fourth time, and I should know. I've been counting," I stated as a matter of a fact.

"It's that or the Titanic," she reasoned unfairly, shrugging her shoulders.

Damn, I wish it was neither. It's not even a good movie, not even after 23 times. Can't it be Tuesday already so we just watch Pretty Little Liars? I was secretly actually getting into that. Don't tell my friends."Fine. Watch whatever."

"Yay," she squealed happily, clapping her hands. I lay more comfortably on her lap as I waited for her to feed me more popcorn during the coming attractions.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, we were both still in the same positions. The room was dark and the house was quiet, the only noise coming from the TV, as we both were intently watching. Kimmy had her hand in my hair, stroking it between her fingers as I laid there in her lap. It felt nice and relaxing. I held her other hand to my chest, fidgeting with her tiny fingers.

The most intense scene was coming up when Emma Roberts character, Sally, was tell George, Freddie Highmore's character, that she was leaving. To me, that was probably the most epic, tragic scene in the movie. The poor guy gets dumped! Not that I can relate, I don't get dumped. I just think it fucking sucks for a guy to get dumped by a girl. Talk about ruining your manhood and pride.

"What about graduation?" George asked Sally.

"They can mail it to me," she replied to him from across the table.

She's leaving. Poor guy. As George started to speak again, the front door opens and a voice echoes through the house, "Kids! I'm home! Anyone eat din-"

"Shh!" we both shouted to the male voice. I then realized that I just shhed her dad. Shit, I know he doesn't like me much already. If he catches me in this position with his daughter someone is going to be in trouble! Kim's dad thinks we're too clingy and that because we're teenagers with crazy hormones that all we want to do is have sex. The man needs a chill pile.

I tried sitting up before her dad walks into the room, but Kimmy pushed my head back down still stroking my hair. "You're keeping my fingers warm. Don't ruin it," she whispered, giggling.

I would always make fun of Kimmy saying she was part penguin or something. She always has the coldest hands. Sometimes in school, I would see her sitting on hands to keep them warm or even wear mittens. It's pretty hysterical. Don't get me started on her feet. It's like sitting on ice cubes and I don't have the heart to tell her how uncomfortable and cold that makes my ass feel.

Her dad's footstep clacked into the room. I didn't look at him, a little scared that he would give me a disapproving look that would make me feel guilty. I already am, trust me. I could feel his eyes burning onto my face. I'm not scared of many things, practically anything, but man oh man; Kimmy's dad can be scary if you were on his wrong side. "Whatcha watching there, kidos?" He asked.

I snuck a quick glance from the corner of my eye, spotting him starring at Kim fiercely, but she didn't bother to notice. She was too engulfed in the movie. "Movie. Shh. Dinner on the stove. Enjoy," Kimmy said quickly, listening back to the movie.

I heard her dad grunt under his breath, walking away. We finished watching the movie, and when the ending came when Sally and George where holding hands, I looked up at Kimmy to see a single tear shed from her eye. "That was beautiful," she whispered.

"It wasn't even good the first time," I chuckled, she smacks my chest with the back of her hand. I laughed, pretending that it actually hurt. Of course she didn't believe me. "Alright, I got to leave before my mom grounds me for eternity."

"Alrighty, then. Wait, first! Want to carry me to bed?" She offers, using the look she's mastered so well to get anything she wants while stretching her arms out. I shook my head, pointing to the direction of the kitchen indicating her dad. "So?" she shrugged, not caring, with a slight giggle.

I sighed, picking her up bridle style and walking up the stairs quietly to her room, dropping her into bed. "Tuck me in too!" She pouted.

I chuckled, putting her under the covers and fixing her pillow. "Is that all, princess?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes. For now," she smiled, teasingly.

I laughed. "Good. I'll make sure you're to blame when you have no ride anywhere when I'm grounded forever."

"I'll talk to Kelly, she loves me," she yawns, cuddling with her pillow. "I'm so tired," she mumbles, forgetting to take her glasses off.

"Yeah, well it's ten o'clock. You deserve the sleep." I tell her, fumbling with her glasses and putting them on. Whoa, that's blurry! I take them off shaking my head, "Wow." I mumble putting them back down on her nightstand.

She giggles softly, and with a final yawn she says, "Nighty night, Ashy."

"Night, Kimmy," I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"I love you," she whispered back first, sighing as she snuggled with her pillow.

"Love you too," You have known idea how much I love you Kimmy.

She smiled proudly, closing her eyes ready for sleep. I walked out of the house and to my car, driving away. She still doesn't know how much I really love her. Not just as her best friend, but more. She still looks at me as the best friend who's a player. Ugh.

My stupid player idea. Just to get her in love with me. When is my damn plan going to work!

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