Foster Troubles

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up early at 6am, washed up, and changed into a strapless red plunged crop top, white emoji joggers, and red converse. I put on a heart locket, and silver hoops, with two simple golden rings on my index and middle finger. I curled my hair and put on a red beanie. I did my daily makeup. I went up the fire escape, and opened Leo's window. I went inside, silently. He was already dressed in dark gray joggers, and a black wife beater, with black sneakers. He was lying in bed, with his eyes closed, and his beats on. I sat next to him, and pressed my lips to his. His eyes shot open. He took his beats off, set it aside, and sat up. He put his hand on my neck, and we made out. His mouth slid down my neck, and he gave me a hickey but it wasn't on my neck. It was on the top part of my right boob. After minutes of creating that hicky, we went back to making out. After several minutes of making out, I stopped, out of breath. I looked at him. He looked down at his bed. I put my finger on his chin, and lifted his chin. He looked at me. I stared at his sparkling eyes. I smiled.

"What?" He chuckled.

"You're looking at me like that again."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, and gave me a quick kiss.

"I got to go." I said, getting up.

"Where? It's not even 7am yet." He said.

"Don't pout, pretty boy. I need to change and cover this up." I said, looking down at the hickey.

"You can barely see it." He lied.

"I'll be back, don't worry." I said, and I went to change into a sleeveless red crop top. I went back up, and he sat on his bed, listening to music, with his beats on, again. He looked at me, as I entered. I kissed him on the cheek, and sat next to him.

"You want to go to breakfast with us?" I asked him. He took off his beats, and put them around his neck.

"What?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Breakfast at the diner with us?" I repeated.

"Are you going to tell them that we're dating?" He said.

"No, you're funny!" I chuckled. I stuck out my tongue at him. He quickly thrusted his tongue out, and it touched mine.

"Nasty." I said.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"Fine, damn." I said.

"Are you embarrassed by me?" He asked.

"No, you're a bitch." I said.

"Wow, okay." He said.

"Bye, I'm tired." I said, getting up.

"Stay here." He pleaded.

"Come down. I'm making myself breakfast, because a boyfriend would make it for me, but you're too much of a bitch." I chuckled.

"That's why I agree." He got up, and followed me down to my room. We went into the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked.

"I'm not hungry. I'm making cookies." I laughed. He kissed me.

"I despise you." He said. I kissed him.

"No, you don't. Don't lie to yourself." I said. He smiled. I got the ingredients for cookies. We finished making them at 8:15am. He reached for a cookie.

"I will punch you. Say I won't." I said, slapping his hand away.

"You won't." He laughed.

"Face, stomach or dick? Choose one."