Keep Your Pants On, Cupid.

KYPOC Chapter 13!

Guyssss sorry about the wait. I've been writing this chapter for a week now, the beginning I was like, UGHHH THERES NOTHING GOOD! And I still think it's pretty blahh and boring, but there's an almost cat fight(; those are so awesome. I think I might add a real one next chapter, they're way better than man fights!!! So enjoy chapter 13, Keep voting and commenting and fanning, I love you guys so much!:D Thanks for all your support and tell your friends about my story, it means a lot to me!!

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Oh by the way, this chapter is dedicated to my good friend, MissRandom. I told her that I would put her in my story, I'm sorry that it took so long, but now you're in it! And you will be a well known character very soon!(:

Much love, and on with the chapter!!!!!

Keep Your Pants On, Cupid!!! Chapter Thirteen(:

RECAP: I walk back into my room from the bathroom and saw Kyle sleeping sweetly shirtless. I drooled over his perfectly sculptured chest and crawled into bed beside him, and reached over to set my alarm for tomorrow.

After I pressed the last button Kyle pulls me to himself, wrapping his arms around me. The warmth enveloped me and my heart, his own heartbeat soon matching mine as we fell asleep together, dreaming of each other.

BEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEP!

“Ugmphhh, noooooo.” I groan as I slam my hand on the alarm, breaking it in the process.

“Crap…. Uhhh I guess I’ll get another today!”

Kyle stirs around me, but just rolls over and snores more. I yawn and rub my eyes which woke me up. Stretching, I get up and walk to the bathroom, dragging my feet behind me. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face completely and quickly put on eyeliner and some mascara.

 I walked out of the bathroom and to my closet where I randomly find my “hide your kids, hide your wife and hide your husband cause they’re rapin’ everybody out here” tee shirt and black tear-away pants, pulling them on and slip on my puma sneakers.

I roam over back to my bed where Kyle was spread out all over the comforter, still snoring.

I got really close to his ear, put my pointer finger and thumb in my mouth, and whistled. He instantly sprung up with a scared expression on his face while I evilly smiled and tried not to laugh. I terribly failed and let out a giggle. Kyle glared at me and I put on my most innocent face.

“You little-“ Kyle said as me pounced on me and started to tickle me.

“Kyle!!! Hahahahahha Kyle, stop!!!!” I said roaring with laughter as I tried to get out from his death-grip.

After I started to tear up he finally loosened his hold and I rolled away from him swiftly.

“Ha! Can’t beat me!” He looked at me as I wiped away my tears.

“Bu-You cried!” He said.

“Faaake tears baby. Can’t beat that!” I said laughing while I got up from the bed. I walked over to my mirror and fixed my now messed up hair. Groaning, I just gave up and threw it into a high almost side-ponytail.

 Kyle finally rose from the bed and threw on a polo and some jeans. He slid into his Nike high-tops and walked up behind me whilst I tried to save my smudged makeup.

“Babe, you look beautiful with or without makeup,” He said while wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled in the mirror and snuggled against him. We stood there for a minute until Alma burst in the room, eighties cop-style.