Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 47: Night Owls

"No!!! No!!!" I protest, hitting Travis's arm lightly as he chuckles, "You will not pin that on me!!"

"I can and I will," Travis retorts, running his hand up and down my thighs as I lay my legs across his lap, "If you were to ask me, it was your fault that you tripped over thin air. You overthink everything."

"Not...all of the time..." I mumble, awkwardly and he chuckles, "I just thought maybe if I had taken a different route-"

"Uh-huh," He leans in a little closer to me, our lips becoming inches apart, "go on."

I narrow my eyes at him and he simply stares nonchalantly at me, a lazy smile on his face. "Anyway," I roll my eyes, grinning, "I figured if I had just walked around, I wouldn't bother her. Plus, I feel like if that woman were a little nicer, I wouldn't have been all nervous..."

"Right, of course," Travis agrees, winking at me, "I believe you." I playfully glare at him, as he mischievously smirks at me.

"What?" He asks, looking me up and down, wiggling his brows, "Do you not believe that I believe you??"

"No."

"Oh..." He replies, thinking. Suddenly an awkward look spreads across his face, "Well...there might be some truth-"

"STOP BEING A BUTT!!!" I interrupt, laughing and feeling annoyed. I lightly hit his arm again, and he jumps, "I knew you didn't believe me!"

He's been annoying me all night, I swear.

"That's not true, Sweetness," Travis snorts, a playful look in his eyes, "I do believe you!!" He grabs my arm and tugs me closer to him. His lips gently meet mine, and I kiss him back before he pulls away, murmuring seductively, "I just like teasing you~"

"I bet you do!! You big bully!!" I retort, scrunching my nose at him. He makes the same face, mocking me, "You're the bully!!"

"I don't sound like that..."

"Mhm, right."

"I don't!!"

"Totally..."

We've been talking for a few hours now. We were sitting outside at first but then headed inside when I realized I was kind of hungry.

So, we headed inside to get some food, and now we're sitting on the couch in Travis's room.

It's been nice so far. Just him and I sitting here with no one else around.

Plus, his Mom isn't home!

She had to leave out of town for work even though she was didn't want to. But you know Travis convinced her into leaving.

So now we have the whole place to ourselves!!!

"You're annoying..." I huff, and he chuckles. I roll my eyes and find myself looking up at his hair. I notice how floppy it is and can't help but think it's cute on him.

I pull my arm out of his grasp and reach over to touch his hair. I rub his thick, black, wavy locks out of his face, and he stares dreamily into my eyes. I continue to play in his hair and mumble, "Your hair is so soft..."

"Yours too, Bella," He replies, as I pull my hand away. He reaches and grabs a strand of my curly, black hair, and gently runs his hands through it, "But your's much softer than mine..."

"I wouldn't say that." I deny, shaking my head, moving my hand from his hair. "Why not?" He asks, his hand gently running down my shoulder, "You're hair is one of my favorite things about you..."

I grin goofily at him and state, "You're too sweet to me, I almost feel like I don't deserve it..."

"You deserve to know how wonderful and beautiful you are," He says, truthfully, "And not only that...you deserve to know how I see you."