It's the Little Things

Chapter 8

Kyle Christian Kingsley; the 5-foot-11 God incarnate, with cerulean blue eyes that you could just swim in, is standing right in front of me, a sly smirk on his face.

"Please do tell me that you are just messing with my mom." I whispered to him, and pushed him away lightly. 

"What? No, of course not." he replied with absolute absurdity.

"If not, then why?" I asked him, arms akimbo. 

"I just don't want anyone else to come first than I do. I want to be first in line." he told me. He tugged my waistband and pulled me closer. I swallowed. 

"Bad idea," Jack informed him, as he cleared his throat, "being first in line. I think being the last one is best."

*

So, what's your plan?" Jack inquired, as we strolled along Newchaster Park. It was a windy afternoon, and leaves rustled along the ground. 

"Honestly, I don't know. I have no plan." I admitted, and chewed on my lip. 

"You never do, you spotaneous little girl." he said, and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. 

The way his arm molded into me was so familiar. It was comforting. 

"1 bubblegum and strawberry, please." he requested, as he handed the snow cone vendor the payment. 

"Here 'ya go. Enjoy your snow cones." the man said, and handed us our snow cones. I took the bubblegum flavored one and ate a mouthful. 

"What should I do, Jack?" I asked, and sighed. I was thrilled yet nervous at the same time. I've never been asked to be someone's girlfriend. 

"It's like asking me which kind of tampon to get you. I have no clue." he replied, and shrugged.

"Ew, Jack!" I exclaimed, and shoved him playfully. "Come on, Love Doctor. I'm in a dilemma right now."

"Well, I suggest not to respond to him yet. Give him a week." 

"A week?" 

"Yeah. I know you're head over heels for him, but I think you should play hard to get first. This way, you'll know if he's worthy or not." he explained, and dug into his snow cone. 

"Alright." I replied, a hint of disappointment in my tone.

"My little Princess is getting a boyfriend soon," Jack started, "I should spend more time with her while I still can. Once she says "YES", all hell breaks loose. I might not get to see her anymore." 

"That's false, Jack! You're my best friend." I reminded him, and looked deeply into his eyes. 

"Sam? Can I stay another night?" he asked.

"Sure. You still have some of your clothes back at home, you can wear that for school tomorrow, yeah?" 

"Great!" he beamed, and the walk home was silent. 

And yes, we leave the house sometimes just for the sake of intense craving of snow cones.

We're unusual like that.

*

"Mom, Jack's staying for dinner tonight." I informed her, and pecked a kiss on her cheek. She was in the kitchen, cooking chicken curry. 

"Sure. These curry wouldn't mind an extra digger, would they?" she said, and nudged her hip at me. 

"Ayt, thanks, Mom." 

Suddenly, my phone rang inside my pocket. I left the kitchen and went up to my room. 

"Hello?" I answered, and blushed furiously. 

"Hi, sweet pie." a seductive, low voice purred. 

Jack was lounging in my beanbags, eyeing me suspiciously. "Who is it?" he hushed. 

"Kyle." I mouthed to him, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Hello!" I said again, my voice a pitch too high.

"What are you doing, Samantha?" Kyle asked, excitement at the end of the line.

"I'm... watching." I stammered, and shook my head. What the hell?

"Get a hold of yourself!" Jack whispered, and scooted closer towards me.

"Watching what?"

"Oh, you know... Teen Wolf." I lied. 

"I see, but doesn't Teen Wolf air only during Mondays?" he inquired.

"Mother trucker!" I muttered under my breath. 

Jack, intrigued, scooted even closer.

"Yeah, I watch on Netflix." I replied, satisfied with my answer.

"Oh. I was wondering if you want to grab something to eat after school tomorrow?" he asked.

"Tomorrow?" I repeated. 

Jack leaned in, as if trying to hear from the other line. Our faces were inches away from each other, and I could feel his slow, steady breathing. 

"Y-yeah, sure." I said, gaze set at Jack's ocean eyes. 

"Alright. Well, my mom's calling me to eat dinner now, as you can probably tell," he said, and I heard a wave of "Kyle! Kyle darling! Dinner time!" 

"Haha, well, off you go then." I told him, and chuckled.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" 

"Of course. Good night, Kyle." I said, and hung up the phone.

I was entrapped by Jack against the wall. "Is... this the part where we make out?"

I held my gaze at him, and flashed a sweet smile.

"No."

NAILED IT.

*

"What the hell is this?" Jack demanded, as I threw him an oversized BEACH BABE tshirt and sweats. 

"A tshirt and sweatpants." I reminded him, and rolled my eyes.

"I am not wearing this BEACH BABE tshirt." he pressed, his eyes filled with humor.

"You want to wear some of my tight tshirts instead, then? Or you'll just have to sleep shirtless." 

"I'll stick to BEACH BABE." he muttered, and groaned.

I stalked into the bathroom to get myself changed. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and left the room. 

Jack was already changed. He pulled the trundle from under my bed and fluffed his pillow. I switched the lights off and tucked myself into my pink fleece blankets.

"Jack?" I whispered, eyes staring at the dark ceiling.

"Hmm?" came his sultry voice from under.

"Just making sure that you're down there, not some sort of a "monster under the bed"." 

He chuckled, and I felt him shift position. 

My eyelids drooped down and sleep was pulling me into a peaceful, dreamless slumber. I was in the middle of dreaming and being semi-conscious when I heard a voice speak up, causing me to wake up fully.

"Sammy?" Jack whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Night." he greeted.

A warm smile crept up to my face. 

"Night, Jack."