Cute Short Stories

A Weird Getaway

AN: So this is an oldie and completely random thought I got after I found out who Francisco "Chico" Lachowski was. *fangirls like a weirdo*

If you don't know who Chico is, I'm sorry for you. If you know him, well then... *wink-wink* you know he is the most perfect thing there is.
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There I was at home, tweeting away and bored out of my mind. It was the middle of the summer, I was home alone, our apartment had no electricity because of a power outage and to top it all off, it was so freaking hot. Having enough of it, I got up, took some clothes and went to shower. I hated showering in the summer because I didn't know what type of water to use. Cold water was a no-no since I was such a chicken, hot water was just plain stupid and lukewarm water was mission impossible with our deranged shower.

So I finished showering and was still enjoying the feeling of being refreshed. I got my phone and noticed a message. 'Could it be? Could I have someone texting me? Oh dear!' I think to myself using a fake as hell ladylike British accent.

"Do you want to go to the beach?" My bff Alice texted me.

"I can't. I'm not properly 'groomed' for the occasion if you catch my drift." I texted back.

"You don't have to drive! Lazy ass" I could practically see her rolling her eyes. She knew I hated driving and saw right through my lie. 'Cmon it was summer and it was hot; grooming was a must. Driving on the other hand was Satan.

"Is Jake driving? I don't want to third wheel." I inquired.

Jake is her boyfriend. He is a pretty awesome guy and they aren't the kind of couple that have the need to feel up each other all the time, but I still don't want to intervene. Besides, their lovey-dovey vibe totally messed with my forever alone vibe I got going on.

"Stop being dumb pls we're coming. Get ready and wear smth cute. ;-)" She texted.

"Alice! What are you planning???"

No reply. Nada. That little ...

Nevertheless I got ready. I wore my swimsuit and prepared a bag with things I would need: cream, towel, will to live.... Goddammit. Why am I feeling like I'm forgetting something?

The bell rang and I opened the door fully expecting to see Alice. Standing in my door was this specimen that had me at a loss for words... And I'm never at a loss for words.

He is absolutely gorgeous, casually standing there in his black jeans and white t-shirt, towering above me and sporting a devilish smirk. Me being 5 feet and 7 inches tall meant it was very hard to have someone towering over me and that alone would have impressed me. But adding into the equation his overwhelming perfection and aura... That is just unfair.

The best part? He knew he was irresistible and that I was fawning over him. God, his confidence is attractive and annoying.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow and throwing him some attitude. He furrowed his eyebrows. One moment I was drooling, the next I was completely nonchalant. Yup I'm a good actress.

"I'm Chico. Are you Sammy?" He gives me his flirtatious smile. Curse him, he is delicious.

I kept my mask up.

"Samantha to strangers, Sam to friends and never Sammy." I replied with an edge to my voice. I hated being called Sammy.

"How do you know my name and my address?" If he is a creep, I will kick his ass no matter how fine it is.