Chapter 3: Ditch Day part 2
Michaels pov:
I drove with Ashley through the snow, my hand on her knee was we plowed through the snow before us.
I really do like her, love her, even. Which is weird for me, because I never thought I would find love. She just, makes me happy. Honestly, her being pretty is just a perk to the whole package. She has blue eyes, with dark brown hair, like it's so dark brown it almost looks black. She is 16, and I am 17, she's pretty skinny, although she doesn't think she is, she swims everyday so she's quite fit.
When I first asked her out, she was shy, but as I got to know her, her 'Good Girl' persona was slowly peeling away-in a good way, of course. The rumors of her being a perfect goody-two-shoes had been wrong all along. Of course I was teased for dating the "Good Girl" because of me being the "Bad Boy". Having tattoos and dyed hair does that, especially when you're quiet.
"What are you staring at?" She asked looking over her shoulder.
"You"
She looked down at her feet biting her lip, a small smile spreading across her lips.
"Eyes on the road, Clifford" She said playfully.
"I can't help it, you're just too distracting, your beauty, is officially a traffic hazard" I smiled down at her, she was such a short and small person compared to me, I loved it so much.
As we drove, we finally came across her house, we parked about a block away, trudging our way through the snow before actually getting inside, I decided to go to the kitchen while she got the movie.
I looked through her fridge, vegetables, English Muffins, milk, orange juice...
"Where's your Vegemite?" I asked her as she walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, so I've heard of Vegemite.. But no one here has Vegemite, sorry babe" She said to me "How ever.. We do happen to have Nutella, if that works for you"
"OH! Nutella!" I say excitedly.
"Ok you go start the movie and I'll make us some Nutella toast" she volunteered
"I wanna help you" I say in a puppy dog voice (you know, the voice no girl can resist).
She looked at me quizickly "Sure, Why not.."
She bent over and got some bread, I'm not gonna lie, I was checking out her ass, but how could I not? it was there and it was hers, and if I really wanted to right now, I could grab it.
She then walked over to a cupboard and stood on her tippy toes to reach the Nutella, I just leaned back on the counter and watched in amusement.
The toast popped out and she jumped in surprise, I chuckled at that, she gave me an evil stare. I playfully glared back at her, causing her to let out a small laugh.
She then got out a knife and continued to make the Nutella toast.
I watched her for a moment and then got an idea..(I'm a genius)
"No, no, no, your doing it all wrong" I said to her, I could feel a playful smirk starting to spread across my face, I'm so cliché. Genius, but cliché.
"Huh?" She looked at me in confusion.
I walked over and put my arms around her, grabbing the knife she had in her hands and dipping it in the Nutella.
"Ok now no matter what, stand. still." I say to her.
"Okay.." she said questionably.
I brought the knife up to her face and wiped the Nutella on her lips.
She turned around to face me.
"Did you just spread Nutella on my face?" She asked, tasting some of the Nutella on her lips.
"Yep"
"Umm... You know I'm not toast right?"
"Really? I haven't noticed" I smiled "Hey, on a completely un-related note.. do you need help with that?" I asked pointing at the Nutella, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
I slowly leaned into her until our lips touched the Nutella getting into my mouth, and all over my face.
She pulled away.
"Did you just use Nutella for a kiss?" She asked laughing.
I bashfully looked down, positive my cheeks where turning pink.
"You know you didn't have to do that for a kiss right?" She said biting her bottom lip.
"Yeah but this way more fun, plus..Nutella is gooood"
She laughed.
I looked back down at her eyes, she rolled them, and eventually continued the kiss, I don't know about her, but every time we kissed, I felt fire works.
I slid my tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my hands however romed down to her bum causing her to jump a little bit.
Just when we pulled away, we looked at each other's faces and then bursted into laughter.
"I think we had our fair share of Nutella for the day" she said between laughs.
After a minute she put everything away and we cleaned ourselves up,
when we were just about finished cleaning I heard the garage door open, I could tell she did aswell by the slight look of panic on her face. I saw Ashley look over at the clock.
"Shit, I thought this might happen" she said.
"What happen?" I asked panic rising in my voice.
"My parents coming home for lunch"
"They're here for lunch!? I thought you said they wouldn't be here!?"
"Sorry.. here I have a plan" She grabbed all of our coats and shoes, turning off the tv as she did so, she really knew how to cover all of her bases.
"C'mon, we'll hide in my room until they're gone" she said jogging to her room, I followed close behind, closing the door behind me.
We both stayed quiet when we heard muffled talking on the other side of the wall.
I couldn't help but want to do something dirty in this situation, I mean, we were supposed to be quiet so why not test the situation?
I started making out with her, doing my usual stuff before nonchalantly slipping my had down her pants.
"Michael!" Ashley shouted a little bit too loud "My mom is like right there!"
"Hello? is anyone there?" I heard a muffled voice through the door.
"oh shit." I mumbled as the door handle turned to the side.
I quickly removed my hand from Ashley's pants, assuming that would create a rather..awkward and bad first impression, not that, this is a good one either, but better than 'random guy fingering your daughter while she's supposed to be at school' just as these thoughts ran through my brain the door opened, revealing a woman in her late thirties, a baseball bat thrown over her shoulder, before BAM.
Instant pain. Instant regret. Life.
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(Q) What would you do if your mom hit your boyfriend with a baseball bat?
~Ash
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