Taste For An Older Chick - A Kendall Jenner Fanfic(Season 1)

Chapter 15: Warmth

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Kendall's P.O.V

"Did you bring my prince back home safely?" I say, getting up from the sofa as the girls lay around the floor, eyes glued to the T.V.

"Your prince was a rude little shit in the car, but she behaved pretty well." Cara scoffs, smirking. Zara walks in behind her, dropping her car keys in the jar. Her jawline clenching and unclenching. She runs a hand through the hair on top of her head, and her tall figure turns my way. Smirking. 

She walks towards me and lays a hand around my waist. 

"I saw a bunch of snapchats of you today. Turns out many people are your fans." I whisper against her chest.

"You're my number one, though." She says, leaning in to kiss my cheek. 

"Can we have a sleepover?" I ask her. I want to spend more time with Zara, so I decided to plan this while she was gone. Just me and her. 

"I mean.. just you and me. Let's stay up until one of us falls asleep and just do whatever to keep ourselves company." I add on, jumping up and down. 

Her eyes sparkle, and she laughs. "Anything for you, baby." 

I grab boxes of snacks and juices and run upstairs. 

Zara's P.O.V

Seeing Kendall like this just makes me laugh because I thought I was the youngest here. I enter the room behind her, and notice the bed in transformed into a large tent, and the lights are dimmed to almost completely dark. There is a pile of children's books and pillows everywhere. 

"Woah." I manage to let out. 

"I want to spend more time with you...so..." She spins and looks around. I notice she's wearing Victoria Secret Pink grey shorts, and a black PINK sweater. Her slender legs giving off that glow, and her skin radiating in this room. Her hair is up in a messy bun, which make me love her even more. She wearing blue fluffy socks and her hello kitty slippers are off to the side. 

She passes me my Nike joggers, and a black hoodie to match her sweater. I change into them and throw on my black fluffy socks. I run a hand through my hair, and softly smile as Kendall gets into the tent with a flashlight. How cute. 

I grab a flashlight, and pick up a ghost story book. I turn off the lights before heading inside the tent. She sits across from me and stares at me. 

I turn on the flashlight so that it's under my face and turn it on. 

"Have you heard the story of Bloody Mary?" I ask. 

She shakes her head. 

"Well... she was the daughter of a king. Catholics and Protestants were opposed to each other back then, and Mary Tudor was a Catholic. She put so many Protestants to death by either the burning of a stake or the chop of a head." I say, in a scary voice. 

Kendall's is leaning in, already interested. 

"That's how she earned her nickname, Bloody Mary. I had a friend who went into the bathroom and drew the mark of the beast on the mirror, which is 6 marks. She spun around 3 times while chanting the words 'Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary...'"

Kendall's eyes are wide. 

"and BAM!!!!" I shout. Kendall screams and almost flies off the couch. I catch her and pull her onto my lap. She squeals and covers her face, embarrassed. She chuckles and rests on my lap.