In A Loving Way

I write too many books, I know. But, this one's for one of my closest friends. Mwah, there you go(:

Enjoy(:

In a Loving Way

            Jeff Chandler watched her every move as she walked through the door. Her elegant posture, her rolling mountains of a body. Every eye was on her, and she knew it. She had Jeff's full attention. She knew that, as well.

            "Dude, you can stop drooling anytime now." Frankie, his best friend and second in command, slurred.

            Jeff shoved him playfully, "Get over it."

            Frankie rolled his eyes, "Whatever man. Relax, enjoy the party. It isn't everyday that we get free booze." Jeff chose to ignore him, even though he was probably right. With his studies, it wasn't everyday that he got to let loose and have fun. Being a teenager was never in his vocabulary. It was always all work, no play. That's how it had always been.

            His attention was drawn back to her. Lynn Carston. It wasn't everyday that he laid his eyes on a beauty such as she. With her flowing dirty blonde hair, reaching down to her bust line, and her amethyst eyes, it was easy to see why he was attracted to her. What guy wouldn't be? She was gorgeous.

            As if she felt him staring, she turned and met his gaze. He lifted half of his mouth in a soft of smirk, and raised his beer - filled glass. She did the same, while biting her lip. Finally, after he was sure he was about to burst, she turned back to the group of giggling girls, and laughed along with them. Why did she have to be so hot? He questioned to no one in particular.

            "Dude, I said stop drooling!" He got a hand in the face. Not cool.

            He glared at Frankie, "Dude, not fucking cool. Chill out. I can drool over anyone I please to."

            "Not at my party. You see that, that, that..." He seemed to forget what he was saying for a moment. Then, as if by a miracle, it came rushing back to him, "Oh! You see her?" He pointed to Lynn and Jeff nodded, "Well, little Jeffy. She's mine."

            "Whatever, little Frank." He chuckled mentally.

            Frankie looked ticked, "Shuddup." He slurred. This made Jeff chuckle out loud. Frankie, being the dumbass he was, continued to slur, "Just because my brother's throwing this party and I got you in for free doesn't mean you have any right to be an ass to me. I am God."

            At the last part, Jeff laughed so hard, he was sure that beer came out of his nose, "If you're God, then what a fucked up world we live in."

            "I see."

            "How fucked up you are." Jeff said, in between gasps of air, due to his little fit of laughter.

            Frankie was about to fire off another comeback, when a familiar voice broke their altercation. "Hey boys." They turned, and Jeff came face to chin with the Goddess Lynn herself. She was really short, despite her long legs.

            "Hey." Jeff smiled, a bright and shiny white revealing itself under those full lips of his.

            Frankie shoved him out of the way. "Hey babe. What's up?"

            She raised a perfect eyebrow in Frankie's direction, but looked intensely at Jeff instead, "Oh, just walking by. Thought that some fine looking boys like yourself may want someone to talk to. Besides, too many giggling girls give me a migraine." She and Jeff laughed together, and he knew right there that they were perfect for each other.

            Frankie must've sensed it too, because he glared at Jeff. "Jeffrey, don't you have some other people to harass?"

            "Nah, just you buddy." This made Lynn laugh, and Jeff's heart almost melted into a puddle at his feet. He really, really liked her.

            Frankie grumbled something along the lines of, "Fuck off." Before he clumsily stomped away.

            Lynn smiled at him, raising her cup. "Is he always like that?"

            "I don't know. He usually passes out before I have the chance to ask." Jeff joked, at which she laughed. He nervously shoved his hands into his pockets.

            "Yeah, well, I'm glad he's gone. He's not my type anyway."

            Jeff grinned at this, "Oh really? Then what is your type?"

            "Sober." At this, they both laughed again, the sound harmonious. Finally, after an hour or two of chatting amongst themselves, they decided to go home. Jeff, being the gentleman he was, told her he would walk her home. She smiled at this, "Aw, Jeffy baby, you're so sweet." A slight slur was added, but Jeff didn't mind. She was too stunning to get bothered by sloppy drunkenness.

            They were in front of her house then suddenly, her in his arms, bridal style. She smiled up at him, "Thanks for everything, Hun."

            "Don't mention it." He ran a hand through his messy brown locks. She seemed to find this funny, because she giggled, and moved towards him once, embraced him...

            And he soon found their tongues intertwining.

            Then, they were in her house, on her bed. His shirt was off, but he didn't remember how it got to that state. Next, they were in bed, both nude, just staring down at each other intensely.

            Before he knew it, they were making love.