How I Met You

Chapter Thirty

-Chapter Thirty-

 

“We’re home!” I announced as I unlocked the front door of this fabulous mansion.

“Oh yay. We should throw a party just because the queen has arrived,” Peyton came into view, clapping her hands together in fake joy.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Nice to see you too, Peyton. Where is Mom at?”

“Asleep.”

“And Dad?”

“Also sleeping,” she told me. “Everyone is sleeping except Danielle, Vicky, and Grandma. Might not wanna see Grandma, though. She’s in the living room doing squats. . . My worst nightmare. That’s the dream that I didn’t want to see come true. . .”

I laughed at her. “It couldn’t have been that bad. Right, Jake?”

“I don’t know. . . At least she’s not wearing a leotard with leggings and pink leg warmers.”

Peyton tied her light, brown hair up into a messy bun. “Oh, but she is. I’m warning you! Don’t go in there! Been there, done that.” Peyton shivered for dramatic effect. “Trust me on this one, sis.” She exited the foyer and went down the hall. I saw her shield her eyes as she passed the doorway to the living room.

I rolled my eyes at her childish personality. Grandma in a leotard couldn’t be all that bad. . . But, I won’t take any chances.

“So, I guess I should say goodnight now?” Jake asked after a few seconds had passed.

I turned around to meet his eyes. I didn’t want him to go. Reluctantly, I said bye anyways. “Yeah, I guess so.” I smiled at him. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night, Alex.” He returned my smile with one of his own million dollar ones. I span on my heel and started down the hallway. Three. . . Two. . . One. . . “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”

I grinned and yet again, turned around to look at my boyfriend. “Yes?” I gave him a teasing grin.

“Ah, so you want to play that game, do you?”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

“What I’m trying to say here is that you are not going anywhere without giving me a kiss.”

I walked up to him and laced my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, just to give him a small peck on the cheek.

“You’re such a tease.” He scoffed. “You call that a kiss?”

“It was a kiss. Was it not?”

“I want a real kiss.”