I woke up to the faucet running, making me groan and sit up. I stretched out my arms and grabbed my glasses, setting them gently on my face and walking into the kitchen. Adam stood in front of the sink, washing dishes.
"It's too early for dishes." I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder. "And you hardly ever clean up."
"I'm waiting for the water to boil." He nodded to the stove. "I'm making breakfast and cleaning up to apologize for last night. "I also want to take your little sisters out to the park today. Asked your mom and she said it was okay. We're picking them up at one thirty."
"You're boiling water?"
"I'm making tea right now. Then I'm making rice, miso soup, fried fish, and an omelette."
"Do you know how to cook? The fridge was empty when I went to bed."
"Yes I know how to cook. I went by the store and bought everything I needed when I got up. Restocked the cabinets too. I also got ice cream for later. I know you don't like sweets too much but I hope you don't mind chocolate."
"You didn't have to do all of that. I told you, I'm not mad anymore."
"Your mom said that you like white wine, so I bought some."
"Adam..."
He dried his hands and turned around in my arms. "You're not mad anymore, I get that, I just think I was out of line. So let me make it up to you, okay?"
Usually I'm the one who does things like this for someone but I'll admit, it's nice to have him care so much. "...you're an idiot."
"You're blushing."
"You smell like shit, go take a shower." I glared at him.
"Yeah? Well you look like a rooster, go fix your hair."
"You're ugly."
"You're stuck up."
"Your water's boiling."
"Oh shit!" He shoved me aside and ran over to the stove, turning the fire off.
"You burned your thumb." I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him back over to the sink, holding his thumb under cold water.
"It doesn't hurt that bad. I'm not crying, am I?"
"You should be if you're dressed like that." I scoffed, turning the faucet off.
When we picked up my sisters, Adam also got everyone popsicles. Yuki tagged along, leaning between the front seats and crossing her arms. "So you two still playing that stupid game of yours?"
"Unfortunately." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't act like you're not having fun." Adam eyed me in the mirror.
"Whatever."
He parked the car and the two younger siblings got out. "Hey Adam!" Yuki tapped him. "I'm gonna talk to Shuji alone for a second."
"Sure. We'll be by the swings." He got out of the car. My sister watched him walk off before climbing in the front seat and turning to me.
"You totally want to have sex with him."
"I don't and even if I did, I wouldn't know where to start."
"Even virgins know how to have sex."
"I have a general idea."
"How do I know more about gay sex than you do? Do you even know how to suck a dick."
"Yuki!" I nearly choked hearing her say it, my face slowly turning red.
"I'm serious!"
"I-...no I don't."
"Oh my god. It's worse than I thought. All that hotness in one body and you have no idea what to do with it, you poor thing!"
"Yuki this is not the conversation I want to-"
"Okay look watch me. You can't use your teeth because it'll hurt the guy so you have to be careful." She leaned down to her popsicle and carefully brought her mouth over it, her lips reaching the bottom.
"How are you not choking?"
She came back up off of it and swallowed, the stick completely exposed. She had swallowed the entire thing. "I learned to control my gag reflex, it's a fun little trick. See if you can do it. If you choke, I know the Heimlich."
"That doesn't make me feel better. You don't swallow a dick!"
"No but if you do what I just did, you'll definitely get Adam's attention."
I sighed and copied what she did, managing to do it pretty easily. It hurt a little bit due to the coldness in my throat but I did it.
"That hurt..." I coughed a bit.
"Yeah but it worked", she pointed over to my window. I looked out and saw Adam standing by the swings, staring at me with his face bright red.
"Oh my god you set me up."
"Yup." She pat me on the shoulder. "Now come on!"
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Boy
Teen Fiction"Let's play a game." He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, lacing his warm fingers between my own. "We'll go on dates like this at least once a week and meet each other's family. Whoever catches feelings first loses." That moment is one I...
