Make it until June (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Three

I was jolted awake by something heavy landing on me, knocking the breath out of me, followed closely by loud familiar laughter. Actually it was 2 sets of loud laughter, and one of them isn't suppose to be here. The heavy lump started to squirm and giggle, before falling to the floor. I peek out from my blanket to confirm my suspicions. Yup. Lincoln is in my freaking house. Laughing at me. Before I was able to tame the beast that I like to call my hair. Well, shit.

"This is the thanks I get for giving the two of you my room last night?" I groan out putting the pillow over my head.

"Peter told me to." Maggie said, sounding quite proud of herself, I might add.

"And you listened to the Giant Weasley?" I mumbled out from under the pillow. Maggie started giggling again.

"I did not!" Peter said.

"Liar." Lincoln laughed.

"I believe my exact words were, 'If you jumped on Kitten right now, you would be my favourite person in the f*cking world.'"

"See, he told me too."

"Technically I said If."

I heard Peter and Lincoln start laughing again. So I did the only thing a rational person would do in my position. I threw my pillow at Peter, successfully nailing him in the head with it.

"Go away Jack*ss!" I said. Why wasn't my dad coming to my aid yet. He usually kept the boys in line. Sitting up I tried to smooth my hair down, while glancing around for dad. "Hey, where is my dad?"

"Went to the store to get bacon."

I stood up and stretched reaching my fingers to the ceiling and standing on my tippy toes. When I was done I looked over at the boys and noticed that Peter was sprawled out on the chair with his eyes closed and Maggie disappeared from the living room. Lincoln on the other hand was staring at me intensely. I met his gaze and held it, my heart starting to pick up its pace. Was Peter right? Did he like me? It wasn't possible, right. I didn't know what to do. I told Marsha I would give Conner a shot this week, a real one. But what if giving Conner a shot means that I lose my chance with Lincoln? Who has started to slowly walk towards me, not breaking eye contact. He stops just inches from me, my breath gets caught in my throat. His hand comes up and he brushes my hair behind my ear.

"Morning Teeny"

"Good morning." I say softly. He smiles as he tenderly traces along my jawline with the back of his fingers. My heart feels like it is going to beat right out of my chest and I stop breathing momentarily.

"I'm going into the kitchen. The sexual tension in the room is getting f*cking uncomfortable." Peter said standing up. I jumped a bit and stepped back looking away. Peter leaves the room and heads towards the kitchen.

"So what brings you to my house?" I ask, looking everywhere except at him.

"I came to apologize. I acted like an ass to you. I'm sorry Teeny." He said. I was so startled by the apology, I looked him right in the eyes. He looked sincere and there was something just under the surface that I couldn't make out. "Forgive me?"

"It's okay, nothing to forgive." I say shyly, a blush heating up my cheeks.

"Can I ask you something Teeny?" He asked me, taking a step closer. We were so close I could feel his breath tickle my cheek. He rested one hand on my waist, and the other ran up my arm, raising goose bumps on my entire body. I felt a shiver run up my spine. I couldn't trust my voice so I just nodded my yes, which made him chuckle.

"If I would have asked you to the dance sooner, would you have said yes?" He asked.

Dad chose that moment to walk in the door, carrying shopping bags. Startled I backed away from Lincoln. I could feel the blush heating up my entire face. Dad looked at me and smirked.