Seandra Lea Jones Is A Tomboy

9. Hottest Single Of The Week

We kind of balled out with the snacks at the movies so I wasn't hungry pretty much for the rest of the day. Around one am though, I got hungry again so I dragged myself out of my room and down to the kitchen. I was expecting to be able to binge on whatever I could find in the dark, alone, but when I reached the stairs I saw the kitchen light was on.

As I descended the steps I saw that Danny was sitting on the counter by the fridge, eating a bowl of cereal. He must've been deep in thought because he didn't register me until I reached the fridge. His eyes bugged and he choked a bit on what he was chewing, I smiled. "Is it good?"

He coughed, pieces of cereal flying out his mouth; he cleared his throat, ignoring my disgusted face. "I'm fucking starving, why didn't we grab dinner?"

I pulled open the fridge, "Cause-"

"-There's nothing in there."

I groaned and shut the fridge, "Cause we got three pizzas, three nachos, three hot dogs, popcorn, skittles, Mike n Ike's, slushees and a large order of jalapeño poppers at the theater." I reminded him, going to the cabinet where I keep a backup supply of spaghetti for nights like this.

I removed a box and went to grab a pot.

"Fucking idiots," Danny muttered.

We fell into a comfortable silence as I pulled out a pot and brought it to the sink, placing it under the faucet, I began to fill it with water. Once there was a good amount of water, I turned off the faucet and brought the pot to the stove. I turned the burner on, sprinkled some salt in the water, covered the pot with a lid and then turned to Danny who was already looking at me.

I raised a brow, "What?"

He smirked, "You know, I oughtta complain to Spotify."

"You don't use Spotify," I deadpanned.

He continued like he hadn't even heard me, "They should've named you the hottest single of the week."

"I-" My brain lulled as it tried to decide between laughing and frowning because I didn't understand what was happening. My mouth twitched as I looked at Danny looking at me look at him.

He set his bowl of cereal down and hopped off the counter. "I never believed in love at first sight, but that was before I saw you." He said, eyes doing what I could only describe as smoldering. I've read that word before, I've seen it attempted by actors portraying teen heartthrobs, but I've never experienced it. Danny was good at it, but what the hell was happening?

I crossed my arms, "The first time we saw each other was gym in seventh grade and I started my period without knowing." I deadpanned, recounting one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

Or what would've been. Danny had noticed before me and stood right behind me, whispering I needed to head to the bathroom. I later found out he has a sister who started over the summer and their mom gave him and Alex a long, overly detailed spiel, about periods and how to look out for Nyah. He saved me from getting clowned that day and we've been friends ever since.

Danny's mysterious sexy look wavered as he laughed a little bit, "Okay, that one doesn't apply here. What about: you've got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is my absolute favorite." He said, trying to get his mystery back but he just ended up smiling.

I couldn't help but smile back, he was being so cheesy, I laughed a little bit. "That one's cute, but why are you spouting all these cheesy pick up lines at me?" I asked, cocking my head, deciding he had to be joking around.

Danny, who was now standing right in front of me, cocked his head too, his eyes searching mine. "You really have no idea?" He said softly, the question coming out more as a statement. When I simply raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way he was looking at me, he grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "I'm hitting on you, Sean."