"What the hell?!" I groan, wiping Cool Whip out of my eyes.
"What?!" He whines in an innocent voice. "No pie is complete without Cool Whip." He throws his arms in the air.
"Not even human pie?" I raise the eyebrow over my good eye.
"Nope. Not even human pie." He shakes his head, a cherry falling out of his hair and onto his cheekbone.
"I'm pretty sure that's cannibalism."
"Does it still count if you're committing cannibalism against yourself?" He raises his eyebrows, picking up the stray cherry and popping it into his mouth.
"I think it does." I nod.
"Then arrest me, because I taste good." He shakes his head, pulling a piece of pie crust off of his shirt and swiping it through a blob of Cool Whip, before tossing it in his mouth.
"I hope you know that I would be rolling my eyes right now if I could." I state.
"Oh, I do." He laughs.
There's a short pause.
"So, you know we're going to have to clean this up, right?" He says seriously.
"Well, I'll leave that to you, because I am going to have shower."
He rolls his eyes. "You know, I would argue with you, but you really do need one..."
"Whatever." I spin around and head for the stairs.
****
After I get out of the shower -- for the second time tonight, -- I walk out of my room and down the hall, toward the stairs. I back up and take a few steps backward, stopping in front of Cory's open door.
He's got a black shirt pulled over his head, so I can't see his face, but his chest is left on full display.
Since when does Cory have a six-pack? Or a V-line?
I feel my cheeks heat up, feeling scandalous just for standing here and looking at him.
He pulls his shirt down and crosses his arms.
"Ever heard of knocking?" He mocks, a cocky grin spread across his face, making his blue eyes brighten up.
"Ever heard of closing the door while you change?" I retort.
He just waves for me to come in.
"Did you finish the kitchen?" I lay down on his bed.
"Yeah. I definitely had enough time. You took like, 45 minutes." He rolls his eyes.
I cross my arms. "So-rry! I was making sure I didn't have any Cool Whip left in my hair!"
He shakes his head.
"Okay, now get up." He pats my thigh half-heartedly.
"Excuse me?"
"You're laying on my bed, and I want to sit down. Get up." He presses.
"Whatever you say, Pie-Boy." I sit up, giving myself a mental high-five for the new nickname I'd given him just now.
"Glad you feel that way, Cool-Whip-For-Brains." He grins.
I lay back down on the bed, the top of my head grazing his leg. I scowl as best as I can with the current conditions of my face.
"You're despicable."
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A/N: Hey, guys! I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in like 3 months, but I've been really busy lately, with my other works, stuff at home, summer break just ended too...
ANYWAY!! Speaking of school, I hereby dedicate this chapter to a personal friend that goes by the Wattpad name xHaileyx94 So check out her works or something sometime if you feel like it ;) ((AND HAILEY IF THIS IS YOU READING THIS, #TEAMCORY FTW!))
Well, right now where I am, it's 5:00AM. There was a little mix-up involving subway tickets, so I'm not actually supposed to be up until 8:00 :(
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