I got out the shower and left the bathroom. Of course Chase had to be in here with Cam, I turned around quickly and closed the door. I sat on the toilet waiting for Chase to leave, I wasn't going out there with that perv. Cam came in five minutes later, "he's gone you can come out now " he said turning away from the door and walking over to the bed. I followed him out and grabbed some clothes. I picked out my high waisted black cloth shorts, a vest top and Cams baggy nike jumper. I went back into the bathroom and got changed, I dried my hair and threw it up in a messy bun. I came out and sat on the bed next to Cam, "so what we watchin'?" I asked. "Hmm...football?" he laughed, I punched him on the arm. He grabbed me and pulled me closer. "Look what I'm wearing" I said looking at him, "that tatty jumper" he said looking at me. I pushed him off me and jumped up, "get the fuck out Chase" I shouted as loud as I could. Cam came running in, "seriously Chase?" Cam shouted, running over to me. "Did he do anything" Cam said wrapping his arms around me. Chase got up, "get you next time babe" he said. "Never ever ever" I shouted as he walked out the room. I lifted my hand and stuck up my middle finger to Chase before wrapping my arms around Cam. He leant back, "your wearing my favourite jacket" he said, "mine now" I giggled. I walked over to the door and closed it, "so what are we actually doing?" I asked, jumping on the bed. "Well, you still wanna watch a film that isn't about football" he giggled. He jumped on the bed next to me and looked into my eyes, I kissed him on the lips. I sat up and Cam sat up infront of me, he began to kiss my neck. "We can't do this, your family's home" I whispered down his ear. "My mum, dad and Ellie went out about an hour ago. And who gives a shit about Chase" he whispered back. "Me" I sighed "I don't want him to hear," he carried on kissing my neck, "then don't let him" he whispered back. He stopped kissing my neck and started to kiss my mouth. I put my legs around his, he ran his fingers down my thigh. I ran my hands through his hair and he took my top off.
I just did it again while his perv brother was in the house. Great work Amy, great work! But whenever I'm around him I lose all control of my mind, my body, all my self control. He has that effect everytime and when his fingertips touch my skin it sends chills down me.
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Teen FictionAmy was best friends with the bad boys sister and Amy's brother was best friends with the bad boy. She never thinks in a million years she will get close to him... But if she does will she ever trust him? Or will her whole world explode?