#HotPotabel
*Everybody around me saying I should relax."
Delani's P.O.V
Walking into Abels house I notice it's quiet.
Too quiet in fact.
I drop my bookbag on the couch, and walk to Abels room. Why is it so quiet, he didn't have work today. So I would have imagined that he would be doing something rather than sleeping. (Delani's old school had a day off that Delani didn't have, since she goes to a private school. Continue.)
He's so lazy I tell you.
When I get close to him his room, I hear weird sounds.
His door is open so I just walk into his room.
Before I can speak, my eyes widen as I shriek and I quickly walk out of his room.
Ew, I can't believe I just saw him....
I know I said I was ready to you know with him. But I didn't want to see that.
At least not now.
"Delani?" I hear his voice ask.
I quickly go to the living room. I was hoping he wouldn't have noticed me or heard me. First of all I don't know why I'm acting all embarrassed. It wasn't me that was doing what he was doing. So he should be embarrassed.
But you know guys like to be free.
As soon as I sit down on the couch I hear Abels voice again, "Delani, where are you?"
"Um, right here in the couch, where I've been the whole time." I say lying.
"You didnt--"
"Yeah, I did." I cut him off.
"Oh," he mumbles. "Wow, I'm embarrassed." He laughs.
"I'm, sorry for invading your privacy."
He raises an eyebrow, "You do realize that I have no privacy with you right? You're so nosey."
I laugh a little.
"No my fault, all girlfriends are nosey."
"True," he says and gets ready to touch me.
"No," I drag out. "Wash your hands."
He rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom.
I take off my shoes and and put my hair in a messy top knot bun.
"Okay, I washed my hands. You happy now?"
"Yes, very. That was really gross how you were just going to touch me after." I make a gagging noise.
"You won't be complaining about my hands when we--"
"No!" I yell and cover his mouth. "Do not."
He says something but it's all muffled from my hand smothering him.
I remove it.
"Give me a kiss," He says and starts leaning towards me, but I push him.
"No, dude."
"What why?" He whines.
"Because, I don't feel like kissing you right now. Maybe later." I smile.
He pouts and slouches. "How about now," he asks.
I shake my head no and grab the remote and turn on the tv.
"What about now?" He asks sounding hopeful.
