Dating The Enemy's Son ||ON HOLD//EDITING||

Not Yet

Ten -> Olivia Parks

SING! Oooh oh oh

Yeah!

Oooh oh oh ooh

Louder!

I jumped around my living room in only a baggy tee shirt and a pair of blu underwear, with my hair in a messy bun, while Ed Sheeran was blasting through my speakers. Once the song was of I heard someone clap behind me. I turned around to see Dylan.

He had his signature smirk planted on his face, a baggy sweatshirt on and a pair of sweatpants, his hair was in its normal hair style and he had a bag in his hand.

"Cute butt." He smiled. I looked down to my shirt that barely reached mid thigh before looking at him again.

"Thanks." I jumped excitedly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, obviously wondering about my excitement.

"Maria and Charlie dared me to drink four cups of coffee after school." I explained. "Whats in that bag?"

"Not yet." He lifted the bag.

"Why?" I pouted.

"Because we need to calm you down." He said walking towards my kitchen.

"How do we do that?" I asked.

"We either bake or we cook." He shrugged.

"Can we listen to music?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Okay, now who is Panic! At The Disco?" I asked, grabbing mixing bowls.

"Wait- you don't know who-?" He looked at me with wide eyes. "Give me a minute."

He quickly walked around me before leaving the kitchen. I shrugged my shoulders before I started to grab the other utensils and ingredients. As I grabbed the last ingredient, eggs, I heard an unfamiliar beat coming from my speakers.

"Now this," Dylan walked into the kitchen. "this is Panic! At the Disco"

"I like the music." I nodded my head. "Now lets bake!"

I grabbed my moms cook book and flipped to the back where the deserts were. "Cookies." He said excitedly.

"How about chocolate cookies with chocolate chips?" I asked.

"Yes!" He yelled excitedly.

"Okay." I nodded.

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"No!" I yelled, smacking his hand away. For the last five minutes I have been trying to mix the ingredients but stopping because Dylan is trying to eat it.

"But I want some." He whinned.

"An after this I will let you like the bowl." I said. I started to mix again as I felt him set his hands on my hips.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks but kept mixing. Once I was down I reached for the cookie tray. I scooped out the batter an put it on the tray. Dylan took the tray fro my hands and put it in the already pre-heated oven.

"So, we should have enough to make two batch-" I was cut off by Dylan's lips pressed against mine.

It was slow at first but quickly escalated into a make out. Without him asking a parted my my lips, our tongues fighting for dominance. His hands moved to my thighs and mine got locked in his hair.

"Jump." He mumbled against my lips. I did as he said and I jumped onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him as my hand moved down to his neck, pulling him closer.