The Bad Boy's Melody

Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Washing Machine?

Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Washing Machine?

I woke up to an email that alarmed me, hence why I dragged Beatrice out of the house and to the small mall in this town. Thomas had sent out the dreaded secret Santa emails from the randomised website.

"Aren't CD's outdated?"

I frowned looking into the basket that I'd gathered of the CD's I was buying for Austin. "He likes CD's."

"Yeah, but he's Austin Cole, Jess. I'm pretty sure he can buy his own CD's."

I shook my head, "if I think like that then I'll never get to buy him anything."

"Just do what I'm doing for Damon," Beatrice shrugged, adding a Morgan Wallen CD to the pile.

"What are you doing for him?" I asked, her words piqued my interest. I wanted to give Austin a good present and I knew that CD's wouldn't be enough, but I didn't know what else to give him.

Beatrice wiggled her eyebrows at me, "Her names Victoria and I know her secret."

"I think I'll stick to CD's," I mumbled, feeling my face flush at the thought of buying anything in that shop. The thought of wearing it in front of Austin made my face flame.

There was no way in hell I was doing that.

"But you'd look so hot in lace," Beatrice argued, "and I'd pay to see Austin's reaction to it. I bet he'd die on the spot if he saw you in anything other than a pair of sweats."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "I wear jeans sometimes."

"Jess, the guy made you a dress," Beatrice sighed, "the least you could do is show a little lace action."

"There is no correlation to them two things."

She raised an eyebrow at me, "Are you fact checking me?"

"Go away and let me pick CD's in peace," I shooed her away and walked towards the older CD's to see the boyband section.

Austin was in for a rollercoaster of CD's. I grabbed a couple one direction, 5SOS and big time rush CD's before I went up to the cashier who was staring at me like I was crazy. I glanced down to my basket of CD's and bit my lip at how full it was. Maybe I was crazy.

Once I paid I turned around to see Beatrice smirking at me, "Let's go to see Victoria."

"Nope," I told her, popping the p, "I'm don't want to even look in her direction."

Beatrice groaned, "Jess, you're nearly eighteen and only just kissed a boy. You're like going at a snails pace here. What you need is a little push and lace. You'll have Austin falling at your knees."

"I'm not going at a snails pace," I muttered, biting my lip. Maybe I was behind on a lot of things. I mean, Madison had her first kiss at the age of twelve and she lost her virginity at sixteen. I hadn't even thought of boys at that age. I haven't ever felt like I liked someone romantically until now, until Austin.

Was that weird? Was I really behind? Did he want more? I knew that we joked about making out, but I knew that Austin wouldn't actually do anything unless I wanted to. How would I even bring this up to him? We haven't even spoken about the kiss and now I was thinking about sleeping with him?

I groaned, glaring at my cousin who was smiling at me innocently. "Don't make me overthink."

"Jess, you overthink anyway," Beatrice sang softly as we walked out of the music store. "Let's just go and see what is in there."

I shook my head, rubbing my temple as I followed her around the mall. "Do you think I'm behind? Like romantically?"

"Yeah," Beatrice shrugged, "but I don't think you cared romantically about boys until Austin. I mean, have you ever had a crush before?"

The answer was no, because if what I felt for Austin was a crush then I never felt like this before. I don't think I ever wanted to hang out with a person as much as I wanted to hang out with him, to talk to him, to know what he was thinking and finding out more about him. I wanted to kiss him, watch movies with him, listen to music with him, laugh with him and talk to him.

I just wanted him.

I sighed, "no, but I don't think I'm the only girl with a crush on Austin."

"Jess, the guy is obsessed with you. I don't think you have to worry about him having a crush on you."

I shook my head, "but he's–"

"A multi-millionaire with a bad reputation and a dazzling smile? Yeah, I think you're the only one behind on knowing about him."

I rolled my eyes, "I wasn't going to say that."

Beatrice grinned at me, "just don't overthink it. You like him. He obviously likes you. Just enjoy it."

"I can't just enjoy it," I groaned, "I don't even know what it is. We haven't spoken about the kisses and he just keeps saying not to overthink it but it's so hard. I've never kissed anyone before. I mean, was I even good at it?"

"Were you a washing machine?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "what?"

"A washing machine?" Beatrice repeated, "like did you swirl your tongue around his mouth like a washing machine swirls the clothes around?"

"That's so odd," I mumbled, "but I don't think I did."

"And did you enjoy it?"

I nodded, feeling my face flame up.

Beatrice's grin widened, "I always knew he was a good kisser. He just looks like one."

I shoved her gently, "you're so annoying."

Beatrice laughed, "but you didn't deny it."

"Screw you."

"You should tell Austin that."

I flipped her off, "I'm not shopping anymore with him."

"But what else are you going to buy him of not lace underwear?" She asked me, teasing me some more.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "I was never going to do that."

"You should write him a love song. You know, confessing to him he's a dreamy kisser."

I blinked, "Beatrice, you're a genius."

"Eh, Jess, I was just messing. Please don't do that, I think he'll find it creepy. You know, considering the fact you both haven't actually spoken about the kiss."

I shook my head, "I'm not writing him a song about that, but I could write him a song. It's something he can't buy."

"You in lace is also something he can't buy."

I grinned at her, "I'm not buying lace underwear."

"He'd probably pay you back for it if you did."

I shook my head, the smile not falling from my lips, "can we just finish up shopping already? I have a song to write."

Beatrice nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she mumbled something underneath her breath that I didn't quite catch. I was too busy thinking about the fact I really wanted to write Austin a song, but I haven't even looked at my song book since my dad left. I haven't written a lyrics since then.

I bit my lip, maybe I was thinking too hard about this. Maybe I should just buy the lace and scrap the song idea. I shook my head, I couldn't do that. Austin deserved something good and thought out. I just had to find the lyrics to fit him.

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