Lead Me Out of the Dark

LMAO- Lying My Ass Off

“What the Hell are you doing in my house!?” I screeched, my heart thundering against my ribcage. He raised his eyebrows.

“Actually, this is my house too. I just moved in,” he exclaimed. I’m pretty sure my jaw literally dropped. Deck had moved into my foster home? So this was what Linda had been trying to tell me. I should have taken out my headphones and talked to her.

“Oh,” was all I could say. Deck looked down, his lips twisting upwards in his sexy smirk. Wait… sexy? What the Hell was wrong with me?

“What?” I asked, looking down. Had I forgotten to wear pants, or something stupid like that? I looked down, realizing I was wearing a tank top. As in, only a tank top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wasn’t exactly flat chested. I gasped, dropping the container, and twisting away from him in one movement. I crossed my arms quickly to cover my chest. Deck laughed so hard tears leaked out of his eyes. I huffed angrily.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that,” Deck whined, reaching for my arm. I pulled out of his grasp. There was no way I was going to turn around. There was a rustling noise, and Deck handed me a ball of fabric. I unraveled it, surprised. It was his navy hoodie he had been wearing only seconds ago.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, throwing it on over my tank top. I knelt down to pick up my dinner where it was sitting on the ground. I was suddenly grateful that it was a container with a lid. Otherwise, my dinner would have been splattered all over our feet. I took the lid off and popped the container into the microwave before sitting on the counter, kicking my legs dejectedly.  It was only then that I calmed down enough to actually look at him. His hair was tousled, probably because he had just woken up. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. They rested low on his hips, and the waistband of his boxers peeked out. His chest was well defined. He had one set of muscles on him. He had a six pack. I barely stopped myself from drooling.

“Do you mind sharing that with me? I didn’t have any dinner,” Deck exclaimed. I shook myself out of the trance I’d been in, making a face at him. I really didn’t mind sharing, but I was still a little mad at him for not saying goodbye to me in the parking lot. It was childish, but I still felt hurt.

“Please?” He begged, stepping so that he was just in front of me. My mind reeled at his sudden proximity. His eyes looked so gray now. How had I ever thought that they were purple?

“Fine,” I groaned. I shoved him out of the way so that I could hop off of the counter and remove my dinner from the microwave just before the microwave started beeping.

“Why do you take it out early?” Deck asked as I got two forks out of a drawer. I didn’t look up at him, for fear I would get distracted again. He was much too gorgeous without a shirt on. It was entirely unfair. As I moved, I realized that the hoodie smelled like him. It smelled like Old Spice and spearmint gum. I inhaled the scent. It was easily the best scent I’d ever smelt.

“So the beeping of the microwave doesn’t wake up Jaime, Johnny, Georgie, Taylor, Brianna, and Linda.” I grunted, kicking the microwave door shut. I named all of them just to make a point. I sat down at the table in the living room, sliding a fork over to Deck. Deck lingered behind his chair, his eyebrows raised.

“You aren’t going to get two plates?” He asked. I stared up at him, anger coloring my vision. I wasn’t very useful in the middle of the night. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about it.

“Why? Are you afraid of germs?” I questioned. My tone was much more acidic than it should have been. I was being unnecessarily rude and I knew it. I was angrier at myself than I was at him, though.

“No, you’re just very down to Earth. Most girls would explode at the mere idea of sharing a plate,” Deck said as he took the seat opposite mine. I knew the appropriate comeback that was always said after a statement like that. I was supposed to say, I’m not like most girls. Deck would respond, Oh, I know, and do something cheeky like wink at me or something. Yet this wasn’t a romantic comedy and I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I made a small sound in the back of my throat. It sounded like a cross between hmm and okay. We ate the lasagna in silence. I was silently fuming while Deck was sitting there, thinking quietly.