"You won't choke me when you come out, right?" She smiles, what a tease.
"Stop it," I warn her. "That's a bad habit I can't seem to get rid of, and your neck looks pretty with my hand around it anyways," I smirk and she rolls her eyes.
"It's okay, I...
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⋆Landon Kate ⋆
"Okay so-" she starts and my eyes raise to her lips, I can't seem to forget about that long, long kiss we shared. It was just too good to be true and I wanted to kiss her again just to make sure it wasn't just in my head.
We're on the floor in the middle of her room trying to get some learning in but now I can't seem to focus even more. Does she like me now? Or was it just for one time?
"Are you listening?" She touches my knee lightly and I blink a couple of times, I didn't hear shit she said although I like watching her talk.
"Uhh...what were you saying?" I ask.
A door downstairs slams shut and both our heads turn, I get up on my feet and look down at an alert expression on her face.
"Oh no, Mom is home...you need to hide." She rushes on her feet as well and points me to the closet but I'm not hiding in a fucking closet. I'm not hiding at all, if her mom had a problem with me being here to learn she's going to take it because I don't fucking care. "Landon!" She whisper yell's and I frown.
"What is she going to do anyways?" I scoff and sit down on her bed waiting patiently for that door to open.
"Please, she doesn't like me hanging out with you." She pleads but I don't listen, who is she to tell her who to hang out with? Nobody.
The door opens and Montana's head snaps towards the door where her mom is now standing by with her bloodshot eyes and slouching forward like she's a hundred years old or something.
The fuck? Has she been drinking all night?
Who am I to give a fuck.
"Montana?" She says but she doesn't stop staring at me with her crazy eyes that were wide open.
"Y-yes, Mom?" She stutters and I want to smack her for it, why is she being so weak in front of her? She's her fucking mother.
"What have I told you about boys? Are you fucking slow or something?-" I get up from the bed, my sudden movement making her eyes widen even more and her lips turn into a huge frown.
"Don't fucking speak to her like that," I say still a little calm.
"Now who are you to tell me what to do? She's my daughter I talk to her just how I fucking please." She takes a couple of steps forward thinking she's going to scare me or something.
A woman is fucking four eleven and thinks she's going to scare me with her tiny ass self. I chuckle and look back at Montana who shakes her head at me, telling me to not continue.
"Lady you don't want to make me angry because you wouldn't like the outcome, I am not Montana, I am Landon and Landon does not play. Back the fuck off." I leaned my head down a bit as I talked to her, mocking her height and she didn't seem to appreciate that at all because she glared at me so hard I could feel it burning my face.
