☺ Krysta Blackwell's POV ☺
As I pull my soft blanket, I go up to my mirror and start brushing my messy bedhead out. Now that I have a crush on Chris--I call him Chris now--I'm going to try to look my best around him not to risk the chance of him not liking me back. Kayla finally went back home because she wanted Chris and I to spend more time.
I slowly walk into the living room where Chris is shirtless which makes me wish I would've changed out of my SpongeBob pajamas. I'm not mad at him for sleeping with Roxanne, but I am upset about it, and I can't look at him the same. I used to look at him as the caring, funny guy that took care of me while my brother was working but not anymore.
Once I go on the side of the couch, he notices me, giving me a big grin that goes from cheek to cheek. I want to pinch his pudgy cheeks so badly.
"Morning," he said, resting his arm behind him. "sit down, we can watch your favorite show, Pretty Little Truthers or something like that." Pretty Little Truthers? Really? He's lucky that he's cute because it would definitely bother me and I would have to correct him the rude way.
"It's Pretty Little Liars but okay," I chuckled, plopping myself right next to him.
Chris turns on an episode from season one which is one of my favorite finales out of all of them. This is exactly how I imagined it would be when I got my first actual boyfriend. He would watch Pretty Little Liars with me no matter how much it would annoy him, I would do the same thing with Chris' show. Not only because I think the main character is good looking, but because I like him enough to sit through it and watch it with him. He has turned me into a real big softie, I know.
"So what's going on?" Chris whispered.
"They're trying to find out who A is, obviously." I said, playfully pushing my arm.
"Well, I know that but why they being so dramatic at a funeral?" Chris asked, scooting closer to me which making me awkward. I'm awkward because he's shirtless and I'm afraid that I'm going to stare at his well-toned abs.
"Because A is there, now watch the show and pay attention." I teased, returning back to my show.
While my show gets to the good part, my stomach starts growling. Why now? This was just getting good.
"You want a snack or something?" I asked, getting up from my seat.
"Just bring a bag of chips, we can share." he said, turning his attention to me.
I nod, heading towards the kitchen and notice this unfamiliar female. She has long jet black hair that goes past her mid-back and the smoothest olive skin. She acknowledges me, showing me her bright white teeth and my brother's Luke Bryan shirt. Whoever this girl is, she's the cutest thing I've seen. She's short and has a cute smile.
"Hi you must be Krysta, Luke has told me so much about you," she said, coming towards my way. If this is who I think it is then my thoughts about her had just changed. "I'm Hailey Palmer, Luke's girlfriend."
"That's weird because Luke hasn't told me anything about you," I said, staring into her beautiful hazel greenish eyes.
"Hey babe-" Luke said, stopping once I go into his sight. "I see that y'all two have already met."
"Yeah, I was just getting the bag of chips." I said, walking towards the cabinet and snatch the bag of chips from the shelf.
"Hey maybe we can join Krysta and her boyfriend in the living room?" Hailey asked Luke, with her soft voice. Boyfriend? Where?
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French Vanilla Kisses
Teen FictionKrysta Blackwell has been going through a rough patch after losing her parents in a car accident and she has to live with her older brother. Her brother is very strict about Krysta's life like the people she hangs out with and her education. But whe...
