High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Once I'm inside, I look for Jake everywhere and finally find out from mom that he locked himself in my room.

I run as fast as possible to he there and try the handle. Sure enough, it's locked.

Why did I have to beg for a lock on my door last year?

"Open the door, Jake!" I shout.

He doesn't answer. "I'm sorry that I forced you to do that."

He opens the door a crack. "And?" he asks.

"And that I threatened to stop giving you kisses."

"And?" He persists.

"Well I don't know! How many things have I done that I have to say I'm sorry for?" I shout.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're mad?" He asks.

I blush. Thankfully I blushed at the appropriate time. I usually blush at everything he says. Why do I blush so much?

"No one will know why you blush so much," he says chuckling.

"Did I say that out loud?" I ask, mortified.

"Yeah you did. But don't worry, I think that's cute too."

There's a moment of awkward silence.

"Can I come in now?" I ask.

"I suppose..." He says, opening the door wide.

I walk in, looking around to see if he's done anything to my room.

Thankfully, he hasn't touched anything.

"Miranda?" says Jake softly.

"Yes?" I reply, turning into him.

My head is buried in his chest so much that I can smell him. He smells good, like mint or a spring day.

He tilts my head back softly and kisses me on the lips.

I'm a little surprised, but pleased.

Then, my butt vibrates. I groan, and pull out my cellphone and answer.

"Hello?" I say grumpily, frustrated at being interrupted.

"Hi," she says, disgust in her voice. It's Patricia.

"What do you want?" I ask, crossly, but a little curiously. I mean, she hates me, so why would she bother calling me?

"Just wanted to let you know, that since I'm being forced to live with you, I decided that it would only be fair if you slept on the floor. It IS my bed after all, and I don't want to share MY bed with a bed wetter," she says smugly.

Anger boils up inside me. "I do NOT wet the bed!" I shout.

Jake looks at me funny. I roll my eyes and listen to Patricia.

"Last I knew you did!" she counters.

I try to remember anything with bed wetting. Oh yeah, I did wet the bed one time at her house on a sleepover, like, before all this boy stuff.

But I was in preschool! Give a girl a break!

"That was in preschool!" I shout.

"Whatever. Anyways, I'm getting the bed," she says, and I hear her cellphone snap shut.

I throw my phone onto my bed and jump onto it, burying my head into a pillow.

"Well well well! I'm learning a lot of new things about my girlfriend today.

Number one: loves One Direction!

Number two: she wet the bed in preschool!" he looks over to me.

"Shall I go on?" he asks.

"Humph," I say.

"MIRANDA!! MOM WANTS YOU!!" screams Jasmine.

"Coming!" I shout back, starting out the door.

"Whoa wait a minute!" says Jake, blocking me away from the door.

"But mom wants me!" I say, trying to get loose from him.

"Let me carry you. If she sees you running around after you just fainted, she'll kill me!"

"Whatever! I'm fine trust me," I say, dashing off.

Again he overpowers me and swoops me up, bridal style.

I giggle as he carries me to the kitchen.

"What did you need mom?" I ask.

"I wanted to ask you if you've seen my brush. I've misplaced it and can't seem to find it," she says.

"No, I haven't seen it. I'll keep an eye out for it."

"Oh and Miranda?"

"Yes?"

"Make sure to pack plenty o underwear."

"Mom!" I shout, mortified.

Jake is chuckling and I roll my eyes, feeling blush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks.

"We're leaving in a hour, Miranda. Jake, you should probably leave now. Thank you for helping!" says mom.

"Yes Mrs. Stone," he replies.

He sets me down and kissing me on the cheek whispers in my ear, "Have fun at Patricia's," and then leaves.

~one hour later~

"Thank you so much for watching Miranda, Amelia," my mom says to Patricia's mom.

"No problem! She'll be in good hands here, and she and Patricia know each other, so that's good," Amelia replies.

"Yes. That IS great," mom says, eyeing me.

There's a moment of silence.

"Well, we better be going! Bye sweetie, be good! Love you!"

"I love you too mom!" I reply.

Amelia waves goodbye and walks back into the house. Patricia turns on her heels and walks after her, her head held high.

Great. I get to spend a couple of weeks with Patricia. Just great.

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