Safe [l.h]

Chapter 10

Luke's POV

Oh my. Lucy is kissing me. Me. Holy shit.

I seem to be kissing her back. I don't remember telling myself to do this. Its an instinct. Natural.

"Whoa, calm it, hornballs. I said kiss, not grope each other. Jesus, my poor virgin eyes!" Michael has a horrified expression on his face, as Lucy and I break apart.

I glance at her. She looks red and flustered, but she sends a smirk in my direction, after looking.. downwards. Fuck. Mini Hemmo has become slightly less..mini.

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Lucy's POV

Whoa. He sure has skills in the kissing department. And wow. All we did was make out and he has a ..happy friend. God. Control yourself, man.

"Michael?" I call. It's my turn. I'm gonna get him back. I know he'll pick Dare.

"Truth or Dare?" I grin. "Dare," he says with an easy grin. Well then. He's gonna regret this one.

" I dare you to run through the house." I smile. "OK?" He looks confused as to why his dare is so straight forward.

" Naked." I finish my sentence. "What?!?" he looks terrified.

" Cmon, man. Strip! Unleash the cliffoconda!" That one was Luke.

Slowly, our group begins to sing.

"The cliffoconda don't! The cliffoconda don't! The cliffoconda don't want none unless you got buns hun!" Poor Michael strips. Bastard.

"And go!" He tears off his boxers and sprints. He has a nice ass, actually. Laughing, I grab his clothes. He has ran through the house once, and is back now.

He makes eye contact with me. His hands are cupping as much of "The Cliffoconda" as he can, but that's not a lot. Its not exactly small.

I take a step closer to the window.

"Don't," he says in a warning tone. "Don't do it."

"Too late, dude." I tip all of his clothes out the two story window. He growls, but runs down the stairs in pursuit of them.

"The cliffoconda don't.." I sing as I watch out the window.

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Bit of a filler. But sing it with me..

THE CLIFFOCONDA DON'T