One Last Time {Book One}

Chapter Three || Directions

February 10, 1989
7:26pm
Markovna's house
(Markovna's POV)

"You think he's cute, don't ya?" Blair squealed, laying back on my bed. She wouldn't stop going off about Haim to me . Like, I just met the guy and he's such a... A pervert.

I groaned, sitting up off the floor, looking at Blair. "Sure he's cute, but he's just so alternative."

"Wait, you don't like him because he's different? That's a bit bitchy, don'tcha think?"

"No it's just that he... He-"

"What? Scares you?" Blair snickered.

I nodded slowly, pushing my hair behind my ears. "Yeah."

Blair laughed really loud and stood up. "Well you won't be thinking that later tonight!" She walked to my door, opening it slightly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows together. I had a feeling that Blair did something bad and I was going to be an accomplice to the scheme.

"Corey will be here at seven thirty, so have on your cutest panties!" She laughed, running out of my room.

After a minute I stood and walked to my window. I opened the curtains. "Oh my-" my eyes started to bulge out of my head. "Shit!"

I blinked a couple times to make sure this wasn't bullshit. I was staring right into Corey's eyes. He was standing on my windowsill, grinning at me. What the fuck?
I opened the window and seconds later, he crawled into my room.

"C-Corey... How did you-"

"Blair gave me directions. I got out of driving class early, so I decided to pop in and see my bucket of cuteness." He kissed me on the cheek.

I sighed, sitting on the window sill. "Corey, if my mom sees you in here, she'll kill you AND me!" I whispered, loudly in fact.

"Then we can be buried together!" He snickered, laying on the bed. He motioned for me to migrate over. I stayed put.

"You're sick." I couldn't help but laugh.

Corey wrapped my quilt around him and closed his eyes. "You have to let me stay." He said.

"And why is that?" I glared at his face, annoyed.

"Because," he whispered. "I'm asleep."

I sat down next to him and took my quilt off of him. "No, Corey you're not. You're actually wide awake and being sacrificed to the devil."

"Vivid imagination, my dear Markovna!"

I sneered and got up, heading towards my door. He grabbed my wrist, a playful smirk plastered across his face.

"What?" I said, maybe a little too loud.

"Could I have a goodnight kiss?" He answered, puckering his lips. He was on his knees, leaning towards me. "I won't let go until you kiss me!" He giggled.

That giggle. THAT GIGGLE will be the death of me!

"Fine, but just a quick one." I leaned in and quickly pecked him on the lips. I pulled away and he was looking me dead in the eyes, smiling.

"What?" I said quietly. I sat down next to him. I have to admit, it was a nice kiss for 0.2 seconds.

Corey wrapped an arm around me. "That was cute. No wonder you're my bucket of cuteness!"

"Ugh, gag me."

"With pleasure!" Corey grinned.

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So what do you all think of this chapter? I liked this one a lot tbh. I laughed a lot @ the final two lines personally.

There's been people saying that I took another persons/story's idea, but I'll be honest. I did NOT steal the idea for my fanfiction. I though of this a couple night ago because I thought it was be cute. And kinky, lol.
So if you think I stole it, I hope that you'll change your minds because YOU ARE WRONG.

Anywho, I love all you guys for reading/voting/commenting! Keep it up and I'll double update later tonight!! .x ❤️❤️