The main level - Sander Helmers-Olsen Smut / Erotica

The Kiss - scene one

It was another dreary day, and I was literally dying on the bed. I looked out of the window to find the birds chirping gaily, and the sun shone brightly. I went out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. I saw my parents; Dad was busy fumbling with the papers and mom was flipping the pancakes in the pan.

"Good morning, sweetheart," greeted my mom.

"Nice bunny slippers," my dad giggled.

I then waved to the both of them like a complete moron and lazily walked up to my room again. I went to the mirror and took a look at the morning me. Bed-hair, pajamas with a cartoon print, bunny slippers which are highly comfortable and,

"Disgusting..." I whined to myself as I sniffed my morning breath.

I slipped out of my pajamas and was naked in the room, searching for a fresh towel.

"Well, hello there," smirked Sander as he barged into my room. I fled to the other side of my bed and covered myself with my blanket. Imagine: a naked you, with messy bed hair all wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito in the presence of your best friend -- Sander Helmers-Olsen.

"Have you ever heard of knocking, you moron," I said to him.

"Oh come on, stop calling me an idiot. Don't make me pull that blanket away," Sander giggled.

I looked at him, eyes wide opened. I have always had a crush on him but was too coward to admit it. I was rather happy to be his friend than to lose him if he knew how I felt. Being in the friend zone was better than to be complete strangers. I was there since the beginning. From the early practice of the band to their rose towards fame.

"I need your help, so can you please get on with the shower."

"Then, get out, my dear, handsome, all showered Mr. Helmers-Olsen," I said cynically.

Instead of leaving the room, Sander ended up walking closer to me, making me nervous on what he was planning to do.

"Or maybe, I could stay and watch you shower," he commented naughtily. He then started to smirk and winked. He could be the new smirking emoji, I thought to myself.

"As if! Get out," I said again. He turned his back towards me and left the room.

I was nearly dead when Sander startled me upon coming out of the bathroom. This ass came into my room while I was showering. The feels. How I felt like strangling him.

"What do you want?" I asked as he went on messing my wet hair. I sat on my bed and watched him walked himself back and forth to the mirror before making his way next to me.

"How do I look?" he said and smiled. He was all dressed up and somehow, seemed rather dashing. The other days, I just found him to look very cute but today, he had looked very handsome.

"You look like a complete idiot," I joked, but I had my serious face on.

"Oh, come on! Be kind and gentle, please," he begged of me while making puppy gestures.

"So not going to happen," I smirked while raising an eyebrow. Sander then sat on my bed and inched his face closer to mine. I gulped, my heart was beating faster than it already was.

"At least, I look better with your cavewoman like hair this morning," he snarled. I squirted my eyes and pouted my lips. I saw his eyes set upon them before looking into mine once again.

Slowly, he tilted his head and took it towards mine. I closed my eyes and felt my heart fluttered when his lips crashed against mine. Sander snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him while I savored the feeling of his tongue, parting my lips, seeking for permission.

I lost myself. I gave in. I let Sander explored my mouth. I felt him smiled when he found my tongue, slowly massaging it with his. I slid my hands beneath his white t-shirt and ran them up on his torso. It was becoming more intense as I felt his hands making its way to my hips.

" (Y/N) !" my dad shouted from downstairs. We both gasped and found yourself caught in the same confused stare. He looked at me as I slowly made my way out of the room and went to my dad.

"Ask Sander if he wants to come on a picnic with us. Once your mom finishes packing the pancakes, we will go," said the old man joyfully.

I went back to my room to find Sander in the same position as I have left him.

"We are going on a picnic," I broke the awkward silence. Sander turned his head slowly towards me.

" (Y/N), about what had happened--"

"Don't worry, I think it is funny anyway," I chuckled lazily.

"I have a date," he confessed as his eyes lit up and with that, my heart just shattered into pieces.

"With who?" I found myself aching.

"Allison Moon," he chirped.

"The Allison Moon? You mean, the supermodel?" I asked, astonished. He nodded his head, and I found myself shattered even more. I knew, I had no hope of having him. What do I have in comparison to that supermodel? She looks like a goddess, and if you asked me, I think myself as a potato. If she dresses in expensive designer gowns, which she does, then I am wearing nothing but a sack. I was a potato in a sack.

"You better hurry up. Never leave a supermodel like her waiting," I smiled, pretended to be happy for him. He flashed me with his cute smile and left me in the room.

As I heard the door behind me closed, I ran to the window and watched his car leaving the driveway. I knew, I had lost him forever.