The beams of the morning light struck my eyes, forcing them to quiver open. I squinted around the room, for a second I had forgotten where I was. A purple, square caught my eye. A suitcase! This was the day we were going to the lake! I opened my quilt to reveal my half naked body. It must of been warm last night causing me to strip into my bra and knickers. I got up and searched for some pyjamas, throwing old books and unwanted clothing around. I looked in the mirror. My hair wasn't bad at all, I hardly wore make up so I didn't look much different, and my body looked....awesome. I am 14, but I have developed earlier than most girls. A was already a DD and my waist had fully grown so I had a pretty nice figure. I looked myself up and down once more and came to the conclusion that I was going to become an underwear model. Whilst I was thinking of scenarios where I would be on a shoot with the worlds best photographers on the scene, I was interrupted by a knock on my door.
"Are you decent?" I heard a familiar Gloucester accent coming from behind the door.
"Erm...sure!" I said. This game was going to start a little earlier than planned, besides, I looked quite hot to say it was the morning.
"I was just wondering if y..." He said, opening the door. He stuttered at the end, not taking his eyes off me. By 'me' I mean 'my body'. Boys.
"Yes Nathan?" I said in a rather cocky tone, still searching for some clothes but also keeping an eye on Nathan. I didn't want to miss the fun.
"Erm...I'm just gonna say it. Damn Emma you look hot." His eyes widened and walked up to me. He brought his head up to mine and stared at my lips, breathing onto my skin.
"Nathan, before we decide anything, may I just remind you of a little competition we have going on. Does this mean I win? God Nathan, we haven't even reached the lake yet...." I whispered to him, seductively.
"Shit! I forgot!" He pulled away whilst I laughed at his reaction. "You are not winning that easy! Okay you caught me off-guard, I thought the game began at the lake!" He pointed his finger at me. He was so competitive, this may be harder than I thought.
"Don't think you can get out of this on a technicality!" I shouted to him as he stormed out. He was so hot angry. I found a top and pulled it on, then began searching for some tracky bottoms, since it was a 3 hour road trip. Before I could even find a pair, Nathan stormed back in again with his hand over his face.
"Are you dressed?" He pleaded, like he was asking me to dress myself to stop any 'accidents'.
"Kind of, I have a top on."
"Does it cover your arse?"
"Yeah." He uncovered his hand and put it straight back on his eyes, squinting like he was in some sort of pain.
"LIER!" He shouted then uncovered his face. "You will be punished." He said in a 'scary' voice and jumped on me.
"Nathan!" I screamed. He then threw me onto the bed and started to tickle me.
"Na...nathan....plea...se....sto...p....stop!" I said in between breaths after my fit of laughter. He pulled away laughing hysterically.
"Someone's ticklish..." He said and threatened to carry on by putting his arms out making me flinch, but it was only a threat. He put his hands on his stomach whilst he cried with laughter.
"Why did you come back in anyway?" I said, trying to change the subject. I was quite embarrassed of how ticklish I was. You could simply touch my feet and I would be on the floor with laughter in no time.
"Oh yeah. I was gonna tell you the first time I came in but I was distracted with all that sexiness!" he said, pouting like it was my fault. Well, it kinda was I suppose. "Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to take a seperate car. Martin could drive the tour bus for the boys and the other girls and we could take a seperate one."
