Stepbrother

Chapter 11

"W-what?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Are you scared..?" Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uhh..." I said.

"It's fine, I'm not gonna kill you or nothin," Jeremy said. "Not yet," he smiled. "Oh.. too soon?"

"No, it's not that.." I shook my head. "What do you want?"

"What is it then?" Jeremy asked furrowing an eyebrow.

"Just tell me what you need," I sighed.

"No, tell me first," he said.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"Yes!" he said. I sighed.

"Put on some damn pants please!" I said.

"Oh.... Aww does me being naked scare you?" he asked teasingly. I glared up at him. He took a step closer, my eyes widened as he got closer.

Jeremy smirked at my fidgeting. "Jeremy..." I said, taking a step back.

"Yes?" ge replied, taking a step forward.

"Stop.." Backward.

"Why?" Forward.

"Because.." Backward.

"Because why?" Forward.

"Because.. ugh! You're driving me crazy! Here you are in a towel right in front of me!" I shouted, outraged.

"That's a fact, yes," Jeremy nodded. "Better get used to it," he shrugged.

"Um, no," I shook my head.

"Why?" he cocked his head.

"Because I won't be in here," I said.

"Oh, that's true. Why does this bother you anyway?" he asked, getting a tad closer.

"Be-because, um..." I sighed, "You make me nervous," I said quietly.

"Lendzie," Jeremy whispered. I looked up nervously. He leaned down to my ear, I bit my lip. "Give me a hug."

"Why?" I asked softly.

"Because, you know you want to!" he smiled. I shook my head. "Oh come on. You know you wanna touch me so bad!"

"Jeremy... I.." I sighed. "Stop, please."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because... um..." I looked at his chest. "May I hug you?" He smiled and opened his arms. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. "What was that thing you wanted?" I asked, unburying my face from his chest.

"Like I remember," Jeremy laughed. I smiled slightly and reburied my face in his chest. He smells good... My hands were sweating slightly from nervousness. I have no idea why I'm nervous....

"Come on now, let go. I gotta get dressed," Jeremy said, dropping his arms. I sighed and slowly let go. Neither of us moved away. My eyes tried to slide down his body, but I forced them to stay put. "Uh.. bye."

Oh yeah, right. God I'm slow. I walked around him quickly and shut the door behind me.

Jeremy walked out a minute or two later, wearing shorts and a blink-182 tank top. He sprawled out on his bed and sighed. "It's still hard to believe that I'm gonna have to live here for years."

"Same," I said. "I have to live with you... ugh."

"Oh, you love me," he said.

"Yeah... Sure."

"What? You don't love me?" he asked, hurt in his voice. I rolled my eyes. He got up and sat down on my bed next to me. "You don't... love me?" he asked, his eyes getting watery.

"I said sure," I said. Jeremy's "tears" let loose and they streamed down his face. "Teach me how to cry on command!"

"I'm not faking!" he whined. I rolled my eyes and he smiled. "But come on, you do love me."

"Uh-huh," I said. Jeremy sighed and rolled his eyes. A glass shattered downstairs and Jeremy sat up straight. "We don't own any glass plates or cups..." Jeremy shot up and ran down the stairs, which I quickly followed.

I nearly tripped over my own feet twice, then I almost tripped on one of the steps too. Jeremy stumbled too as we hurried to the kitchen.

Jeremy hit the floor running. A hardwood floor with socks. Yeah, bad idea. He slid and fell, bumping his head on a wall. "Holy crap, Jeremy, are you okay?" I asked.

"Help me up," he said, avoiding my question.

I sighed and offered a hand. He took it and pulled himself up. "Ow," he groaned.

I heard another glass shattering. I looked at Jeremy and we both rounded the corner to the kitchen.