I sat at the end of Jaces bed, soaking wet may I add, as he went to get me some clean clothes, I had only planned sleeping here last night and then comin home today, but after a phonecall home, it seems I'm staying another night.
Obviously Id no more clothes, I'd only packed for one day, I wouldn't fit into Chloes, she was far to small.
So I was borrowing some of jaces.
He walked in a few minutes later, he remained still in just a pair of boxers but a different pair now, he'd obviously changed since the others once were soaking wet.
Stupid Smell smurf.
He that's a smilie!
Or is it a metaphor?
You know...when they all begin with same later?
I wish I listened more...
I looked at the clothes Jace had placed beside me, a large T-shirt, his obviously, a pare of his sweat pants and a pair of boxers..
I groaned.
Great, I have to wear the same boxers Jace had worn before..
Ew.
''Get out then..'' I said to him as he stood there staring at me.
I had to force myself not to stare at his body, it was hard, but I managed..
I wonder if Smurfs have six packs...
*Gasp* do smurfs have Private Areas? Do the Pee? Or poo!
Wow...I need to find this out.
Hehe.
Can snakes cry? I think they can...Make them leave home, maybe they'll cry, or maybe they'll just bite you and you'll die...then it'll be your family crying..
Bad idea. Don't try to make a snake cry.
''Nah I think I'll just watch.'' Jace replied, a cocky smirk on his face.
I decided to play cool, act like this didn't bother me.
''Ok.'' I answered simply.
He looked a little shocked at my answer but he quickly composed himself, putting the smirk back on his face.
I peeled the soaking wet t-Shirt from my body and dropped it onto his bedroom floor.
I glanced up at him, his eyes were glued to my body.
He's probaly thinking 'Oooft.''
hehe...
I pulled his shirt over my head and slipped my arms into his sleeves and smiled, it was warm, toasty.
Why do people say that? Toasty...
It's like...a food.
Toast.
Yum.
I love toast..
With loooooooooaaaaaads of BUTTER!
Hmmmmm.
Jace stared at me confused..right, I'm meant to e getting changed, duh, stupid head stop think about Toast.
Hmm..Toa- NO!
I slid my jeans of doing a sort off wiggly dance as I did so, they stuck to my legs, since they were wet and all..
I picked his boxers off the bed and frowned, I would not take my panties off infront of him.
''Turn around.''
YOU ARE READING
Me and the Player
Werewolf15 year old Amelia Swan has always been told she's weird. She's never minded it though. Its what makes her unique. When she starts a new school, the player instantly has his eyes on her, but he has a secret, and Amelia's desperate to find it out.
