Forgotten

Chapter 13

"Okay guys, we now need to talk about that trip!" Megan says while we sit on the kitchen counter.

"What trip?" Tyler says, looking confused as ever.

We all groan, slapping our hands to our foreheads. Isn't it great how we all just transmit our thought and do it simultaneously? Yeah..

"Tyler, are you frigging out of your mind? You were the one so exc-" Bryan says and Tyler cuts him off, "Oooooh yeah! I remember!".

I roll my eyes. "I think we should start planning." I say thoughtfully.

"Yeah right." Bryan says as his arm snakes around my waist and grinning mischieviously. I literally get both the meanings.

I glower up at him for talking about 'it' at the moment.

Yeah! I literally forgot about that.

It. I had to talk to him about it.

Gosh! Im so frustrated saying 'it' all the time. Can't help it, I can't just say 's**'.

I think Meg already understood what I meant already.

She coughs and Chris immediately comes to action, giving her a glass of water.

Hmmm.. caring boyfriend. Nope! Overprotective.

Since when has he become a 'good boy'!?

"Sexual tension: Its killin' me." I and Tyler say simultaneously.

We both laugh at that while the both of them ignore us but still get red.

Bryan presses my hand to gain my attention and I look at him. All he does is walks to my fridge, takes a post-it note and sticks it down my leg into my flip flop.

The ridiculous reason for him to go down was, 'I think I saw a spider.'

Which girl would not freak out at the very moment?

I and Megan squeak in pure terror and I hang on to Bryan, my feet wrapped around his perfect waist, arms around his tall, slender neck, and my face currently on his shoulder, screaming in his ear.

"STAHP IT!" Tyler dramatically shouts at both Megan and me.

"Can't help it! We both have arachnophobia!" I yell, defending Megan and myself.

"Ah! Right." Is all he replies.

Bryan is smirking with victory placing me back down on the floor. His head comes down to my level, his lips mere centimeters away from mine. My breath hitches and he does anything but kiss me. He instead reaches for my ear. "That is exactly what I meant to do." He says, referring to the position we were in before.

I slightly blush at what he says.

"Getting back to our last topic can anyone tell me what trip?" Chris breaks the deafening silence.

"Actually on 5th of April, we had decided to go for some trip 'cause we had not been anywhere together for quite a while." I say, trying to clear out my head from the incident before.

The post-it note is so so damn poke-y, that I can't help but stand right there in the most awkward position.

Bryan stifles his laugh behind his fist. Its muffled enough for only me to hear.

"Oh. That's great. So where are you guys going?" He asks.

"We. We all present here, are going to Dubai." I say.

"Right. We all should go." Tyler sides with me.

"Me too? Nope. No. No no. No. Just no. I can't come. I'm not even one of yours." He straightforwardly denies.

"Who are you to decide whether you are one of us or not? You are one of us and we had talked about that yesterday." I say, reminding him that we had made him one of us already last night.

"I know, right?" Tyler says, nodding. "Tell your boyfriend he is one of us." Tyler adds.

"Okay fine. I will." Megan says. "Chris, you are one of us now and you should come with us on this trip to Dubai."

"Okay, I'm ready to come with all of you." Chris says.

"All of you what?" Tyler demands.

"Aahh! All of you- to Dubai. Fine now?" Chris says.

"Yeah!" I, Meg and Tyler say simultaneously. I jump, my fist held high in the air. I come down only for the tip of the frigging post-it note comes and stabs my foot. I shout loud enough for Bryan to hear and he knows exactly why.

The place pains where it hurt me. "Okay guys, I gotta go pee." I say and leave for the bathroom in my room, taking care not to put much pressure on my right foot or I'm sure to die soon. I close the door to my room and plop down on my bed. I immediately take the post-it out of my flip flop and read it.

It reads: 'I'm waiting.' 

"I clearly know what that means." I say softly to myself. The door squeaks open and Bryan walks in, crouching down in front of me.

He takes my foot into his hand and sees that I have got a paper cut. Com'on! I stepped on that piece of crap, not scraped it on my friggin foot!

He rubs my wound softly with his thumb. "I'm sorry for that one." He says.

"It's okay." I say. I get my foot out of his hand and look at the wound myself. It's not much deep, but still hurts. The only worst pain after stepping on a Lego would be paper cuts. "That was such a ridiculous place to put a post-it note!" I scold Bryan.

"I know. But just look at the consequences!" He says mischieviously as he pushes me flat on my back on the bed and he just above me. The position is a bit uncomfortable, but not when you are with the sexiest person right above you.

"Your birthday is near. You are turning seventeen. What should I gift you?" he says. "Wait!" He says as though remembering something. "Take from you?" He says slyly as he holds both my hands in his. 

That dirty minded freak!

"Really? I'm not even legally adult!" I say.

"I don't care! Seventeen is just twelve months less for an adult!" He defends.

"Umm.. I think-" He cuts me off as he crashes his lips against mine. He kisses me hungrily, passionately, but still without hurting me. Softly.

"21st May, right? Hmmm. One day. Tomorrow." He says, taking a breath after that awesome kiss. 

"Yeah. Tomorrow." I say.

"I'm really hoping for more than this." He says and gets off me. "Bye." He says.

"You're leaving already?" I ask. 

"Yeah. Gotta go. Mom's waiting." He says.

Yeah. He has a mom to go back to.

"Okay." I say. He comes back a few steps, picks me up from my sitting position and wraps an arm around my waist. He gives me that last one lingering kiss and leaves.