A Broken Smile

Chapter Eight: Something Special about Spongebob

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I woke up the next day with every intent of getting revenge on Chase. I had grabbed some shaving cream and was about to squirt some all over his hands and hair when I caught a glimpse of him sleeping.

Damn, a stupid mistake.

His eyelashes outlined his eyes. His eyebrows framed his face perfectly. His nose, a little crooked, was the only thing "out of order" on his face, but at the same time, it made him that much more hot.

He was shirtless, again. Obviously one of his dumb ploys he would now follow religiously to annoy me. He had recently become shirtless, much more than necessary, whenever I was around. His sheets were barely covering him and his perfect body was sprawled across the bed.

I chuckled softly to myself, eye-ing his frog-prince boxers.

Before I could even think of what I was doing, I ran my finger down his stomach, tracing his abs.

And to my utter shock, as I looked up, I saw two bright green eyes watching me, a confident smirk playing at his lips. "Like the view?"

I jumped back immediately, startled.

Shaving cream in one hand, I sprayed crazily at his bed.

Undisturbed by the shaving cream, he smirked some more at me and Chase got out of bed, turning a little red as he realized exactly which boxers he happened to be sporting.

He yawned groggily and came to sit down next to me.

I was in nothing but a tanktop and shorts. No, not annoying guy shorts, girl shorts...As in short shorts. I had always worn that to bed back home, and didn't think twice of it the night before.

But now, sitting their next to Chase, I had suddenly felt very self-conscious.

Without all that dumb guy "make-up" and those stupid glasses on, I actually looked like me for a change. This seemed to surprise Chase as he eyed me, curiously, taking the true "Taylor Ford" in.

"You're pretty.", Chase commented.

"Yeah? You must think I'm stupid too."

"Why is that, Tay?", Chase took another long glance.

"Nevermind. Just know that I know exactly what game you're playing.", I jabbed at his chest.

"Interesting. And what game would that be, exactly?"

"You're a player."

"Yeah. So?", Chase ruffled my hair playfully...Technically my wig. I still hadn't taken off my bald cap and wig in front of him yet.

"You'd probably flirt with anything that has a pulse.", I snorted.

"You saying I'm trying to play you?", Chase glanced at me. I could've sworn I had detected a flash of sadness cross his face, but ignored it.

"Maybe."

Chase stared at me openly and frowned, muttering something undetectable to himself.

Returning back to his old self, he winked and said, "Whatever floats your boat, beautiful."

I was about to get up after repeatedly rolling my eyes but Chase grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. He changed positions and had ended up lying down, his head resting on my lap. Much to my surprise, he began to nuzzle his head against my legs and I avoided eye-contact.

He stared up at me, blinking happily. "Think I'll stay like this forever. Boy did I get lucky for getting the chick as my roommate.", Chase closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.