Something Like That

10 | Basement Dwellers

Kai Williams

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For two weeks now i've been attending to Zeke's little gatherings. There are a few people that are consistent like me and attend every time. A few of those people are Finn, two twins named Davis and Rohan, and of course Adrian. These sessions consist of us smoking and discussing either things like 'What if butts on out foreheads were normal' or something deep like depression.

I didn't smoke today, i was just there to hang and possibly strike up a conversation with Adrian.

At around one am, everyone had left besides Finn and Adrian.

"We're spending the night." Finn states, "that alright, bro?"

"Sure, sure." Zeke responds with a grin. He looks a little more deprived. I haven't spoken to him since the fight, and i didn't want to either.

We sat in silence for a while before Adrian spoke up.

"Can i sleep upstairs?" he asks, his voice , God just his voice would get me to sleep with him.

"Sure, just watch out for Kai. She might eat you." Zeke teases with a chuckle.

"Fuck off." I respond and roll my eyes.

Zeke flips me off before getting up and strolling into his room, muttering things to himself under his breath.

Finn sighs and looks at me in disapproval before following Zeke.

Now it's just me and Adrian.

He smirks before looking up at me, "So..." he starts, "am i sleeping with you? Not sexually of course...unless that's what you'd like."

I snort and shake my head slightly. "You wish." I respond before getting up and heading towards the staircase up. Behind me i hear Adrian rise and follow me. I climb up the stairs but before i reach out and turn the doorknob i feel a warm, rough hand around my wrist. He twirls me around and presses my back against the door. He rests his forearm right above my head and his other pressed against the door by my hip.

Adrian takes a few moments to study my eyes while i frantically search in his, hoping to find some sort of emotion there but fail to. He runs his hands along my side and stops at my neck. His finger wrap around to the back of my neck and he runs his thumb lightly against my jawline. I helplessly look down and blush only to feel a finger under my chin and him tilt my head up. He lowers his face down to my neck where i can feel his warm breath against my cold skin.

"Again, with you or am i to be left alone on the couch?" his voice is so low and luring, i want to say yes so badly.

"No. Just because you're hot as hell doesn't mean i'm going to give in to you." i say firmly and push him away with my hands on my chest before reaching down for the knob and turning it.

"You think i'm hot?" he calls after me casually, like he gets that all the time.

"I never said that." i call back as i make my way across the living room. He had stopped at the kitchen. "Also the Poptarts are mine, no touchy."

"And if i do?" he challenges.

"Then i will personally end you."

"Fight me." He says slowly.

I turn slowly on my heel and there he is, the tall blacked haired boy with stretched ears and a jawline sharp enough to cut girl panties off, holding my Poptarts.

"Hoe don't do it..." i say quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

He tears the packet open with a cheeky smile and pulls one out.

I stare at him, watching his every move. I can see his bicep muscles move as he brings the rectangle of goodness up to his mouth only to a big bite out of the corner.

"Oh mah gad." I arm myself with a pillow from the couch and charge towards him. He makes a dash round the kitchen island and towards me. As he gets closer, he looks more bigger, taller, stronger.

Yeah, no.

I turn back around only to find myself running from him. We weave between the coffee table, recliner and couch only to find ourselves back in the kitchen. He's on one side of the island while i'm on the other.

"What happened to 'i will personally end you'?" he says with a chuckle.

"I don't know, what happened to 'don't touch my Poptarts'?" i snap back with a proud smirk.

He takes off to the left and runs after me for about a five minutes before i realize that it has stopped and the black haired devil is no where to be found. I hold the pillow close to my chest as i quietly and slowly walk around, checking behind the couch and recliner for him. As i approached the kitchen island, Adrain jumps up and wraps him arms around me. I squeal in surprise and jump a little. He gets a good laugh out it before letting me go.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Adrain!" I scold him, mainly because i felt so embarrassed on how i handle that.

"What shorty?" he asks with a laugh.

"Don't do that..." i mumble and look down at my feet.

"Or what" he presses.

"Jeez Satan, stop trying to flirt with me." I tease before making my way towards the stairs.

"You know you like it"

"yeah , yeah." I say making my way up to my room.

Truth is i did like it, i had't had fun like that in what seemed like forever.

As i changed into my shorts and shirt i started to regret not letting him come with me but immediately pushed that thought out. I was not going to fall for him.