Stupid For Loving You

Four

"Good morning, Em!" I heard Jordan chirp. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision to see my younger sister leaning against the counter in her white shirt and blue shorts/her pajamas. She was holding a plate that had pancakes on it. Instinctively, my mouth started to water.

"Wait a second, you, Katie and Carolyn don't know how to make pancakes.. and Mom isn't home." I observed and tapped my chin with my index finger, thoughtfully. "Who made you this?" I eyed her suspiciously. Her eyes lit up as a wide grin spread across her face.

"Ali."

"Ali? She's still here?" I asked, confusingly, cocking my head to the side. Jordan nodded and slowly made her way to the living room, but stopped in the middle of the doorway, looking at me over her shoulder.

"Do you want me to get her?"

I grabbed her arm and dragged her back into the kitchen. "Shh!" I hissed. "Tell her I'm still asleep."

"Okay." Jordan whispered and smiled at me before she slipped back into the living room. I tiptoed my way up the stairs and quickly scrambled into my bed, hiding in the covers. When it felt too hot, I poked my head out and stayed like that.

I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the door creak open. I opened one eye to check who it was and of course it was Alison. She hurriedly close the door and turned back to me, making me close my eyes again.

I felt something warm and soft on my face and it took me a second before realizing that it was Alison's hand. Her hand gracefully and gently caressed my face, so softly, as if she was caressing a baby's face. Maybe I was a baby? A badass baby that is.

"You look so peaceful.." I heard her whisper. Upon hearing her voice, I instinctively smiled. "Oh, you're awake." I opened my eyes and met her warm blue ones. She stepped back and it seemed as if she was taken aback. "Sorry, I was only–"

"It's fine." I assured and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to the blonde, taking in her outfit. Today she wore a white shirt under her vintage purple Gucci windbreaker. "Why are you wearing a windbreaker? It's summer."

I saw a blush appear on her pale cheeks and that took me by surprise. Never have I ever seen Alison noticeably blush before, she was always the one causing people that. "It's just–So, what? I can wear whatever I want!" She suddenly snapped. Great. She's back. "Sorry.." She apologized sheepishly as I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. Cautiously, I stood up and looked at Alison who stayed at where she was before.

"What?" I asked, when she kept staring. I looked down to realized I was only in my undergarments. I watched as Alison's eyes trained down to my toned stomach and then to my round full breasts. I shrieked and grabbed my blanket, covering myself. "I slept in my pajamas last night!" I shrieked out. "Did you rape me in my sleep?!" I asked Alison who shook her head.

"Look, my sexual desires don't go that far. I don't touch or do anything to anyone without their permission, even if they look like that." She pointed to my body with her lips as she bit her bottom lip. I felt my cheeks warm up, as I turned around and made my way to my walk-in-closet. When I realized that Alison was still standing there, watching my hips sway, I turned back to her.

"Are you just gonna stay there and watch me change?" I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable, or maybe self-conscious. She crossed her arms and nodded.

"Yes, babe. Why not?" I laughed and placed my hands on her arms. I turned her around and made her walk out the door. "Ugh, why can't I watch?" She whined and turned around to face me, which caught me off-guard. I was then, facing her like really close. Our faces were only two or three millimeters apart. I felt my cheeks warm up, and when I was about to move away, or step back, Alison grabbed my arm. "No. Stay." She whispered huskily and leaned in before she placed her lips on mine.