The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door

eight

"Shortcake"

"Hey shortcake"

"Talk to me!"

"Ryan"

I get up and walk to my window sill laughing.

"Yessss" I say dragging out the word.

"I'm bored" Jc whines. I smile.

After that day where he heard everything, we started talking. About anything and everything. I felt like I really know him now. He never asked any questions about what happened, only asking if I was okay.

It's been about two days since then and we've both haven't been to school, he said he was sick. And my mom wasn't home so...

"And I care because..." I trail off. He puts his hand over his heart in mock hurt. I roll ny eyes and laugh.

"Because your completely, utterly in love with me." He smirks.

"In your dreams."

"No that's you."

"Well, my nightmares."

He glares at me playfully and I laugh. "Your going to regret that, Shortcake." He says slowly climbing through his window.

I back up "Oh am I now?" I say. He nods.

Next thing I know, he jumps though my window and pushes me down on my bed. He is hovering over me staring at me.

I let out a scream and start laughing as he tickles my sides. One thing I hate more than anything is being tickled. I am the most ticklish person.

My mouth is wide open as I scream/laugh for him to stop. Attractive right? No! Why do we laugh? It's not fun. It's anything but fun.

"Pl-please stop." I say in between laughs. He smirks and continues to tickle me.

"Jc" I squeal louder. He just laughs at me laughing.

"But you have to do whatever I say the rest of the day." He says with a smirk.

I shake my head no. "No?" He says. He stops and slowly moves his hand up to my neck.

"Okay! Okay! Fine!" I scream trying to get him off if me.

He laughs and rolls off of me. I lay there trying to catch my breathe. Then all of a sudden I hear the question I really don't want to hear.

"Ryan, what happened the other day?" He asks. I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped.

I'm not ready to tell him. I conciser us friends, but I've only known him what, like three weeks. Plus, I actually have a friend, and I don't want that I mess it up. As much as he is a jerk, and tries to act all big and bad, he's a really fun person to be around. I don't want to lose it.

"Shortcake." I turn over to face him to see he is already looking at me.

"I c-can't tell you." I stutter out quietly. He looks....hurt? I figured he would understand.

"Do you not trust me?" He asked.

"Yes. I just don't want to talk about it." I say. I sit up and run my hand through my hair.

*Jc's Point Of View*

I instantly regret asking the question. The way she froze, she held her breath. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

"It's hard" she said quietly, her voice cracking. I sat up beside her a and put my arm around her.

"I'm sorry shortcake." I mumble. She leans her head in my shoulder. My heat flutters.

Hold up, what?

I must be tired or something.

Yeah that's it.

"So I have to do what ever you say the rest of the day?" She asks changing he subject. And I let her. She looked so hurt, and in pain, just bringing up the subject.

I nodded and smiled.

*Ryan's Point Of View*

"Get up and and change." Jc says standing up. I look up at him confused.

"I wanna take you somewhere." He says. Before I could argue, he was already out the window.

And again, I think. What just happened.

-

"What if we die?"

"Were not going to die."

"What if we crash?"

"Are you questioning my driving skills?"

"No. I'm questioning you. What if your taking me some place to kill me?"

"Your impossible." Jc mumbles. Before I could say anything I felt two arms pick me up.

I was set down on Jc's motorcycle. Yes, I know I said I loved them, but I've never been on one so, I was a little scared.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you shortcake." He whispers strapping a helmet on my head.

His fingers brushed against my cheek as he pulled the strap around my chin. My heart started beating faster and faster.

"Promise." I whisper.

"I promise." He says.

-

"Where are we going?" I ask.

No answer.

"Jc" I whine.

"What?!" He snaps. Okay, I'll admit, that hurt.

Bipolar much.

"I'm not bipolar." Jc says.

I said that out loud?

"You sure?" I asked raising my eyebrow. I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest. When he noticed I wasn't walking, he sighed and walked back so he was standing in front of me.

"What are you doing?" He breathed out.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask. He rolls his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why do you have to be so, so...." He lmsaid frustrated.

"So what?" I asked getting a little mad myself.

"Annoying" he spat. I'm not annoying! If anything, he is annoying.

"Im not annoying! Your annoying!" I say defensively.

He smiles.

What?

We're supposed to be mad. He was mad two seconds ago.

"Your cute when your mad." He states.

What? Cute? Did he just call me cute? He's so bipolar and frustrating.

"Sh-shut up" I stutter. Even though I am annoyed, I couldn't help but blush.

"Just come on. We're almost there." He says grabbing my hand. I sucked in a breath as something shot through my body.

What, he's just holding my hand.

Exactly.

"Almost where?!" I ask.

He just laughs and shakes his head.

"Your impossible." I huff.

"Your cute when you pout too." He says. I look up at him and stick my tounge out.

Yes, I know, I'm childish.

He grins down and taps the end of my nose. I couldn't help but smile back.