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21. Facts

Paige's POV

"Oh Paige, you have a great ass," Landon yelled, unaware of how loud he was being as I pulled him through the parking lot.

David gave him laughing gas, and a lot of it. Landon was surely laughing. Everything was funny and he said whatever came to mind.

I finally got him in my car and buckled up before he could shout the worst thing of all.

"You gave me the best blowjob of my life!" He shouted as I walked around the front of my car. Geez, Landon. I need a muzzle for him.

I climbed into my seat and started the car. Before I could pull out of the spot, Landon placed his hand over the zipper of my jeans.

"Did you hear me Paige? I said that you-" I clamped my hand over his face before he could continue.

"I heard you, Landon." I smiled before taking my hand off his face and grabbing his other wrist and placing it in his lap.

"How do I give you a blowjob?" He spoke wondrously from his seat, his fingers intertwining in each other.

"You can't," I scoffed, he is beyond loopy.

"Aw." he whined, his bottom lip turning out to pout.

"Sorry, handsome," I effortlessly maneuvered down the back roads from the hospital to my house. I'd done it plenty of times before.

"Does my nose look good? I feel like Kim Kardashian," Landon giggled before poking his nose with his index finger.

"Yes, it looks very good, Kim." I rolled my eyes at him. Landon's arm flew across the space between us and landed on my boob.

"You have nice boobs too, you have a nice booty and nice boobies," His fingers trailed down my stomach and to my legs.

"I should be filming this," Shaking my head, I pulled down Myers and sped to my house, hoping to dope Landon up on some Benadryl and make him fall asleep.

"Paigey, guess what!" Landon bounced in his seat and clapped his hands together.

Before answering, I punched the code into the gate box and pulled into the driveway. My parents weren't home. Good.

"What?" I unbuckled and turned in my seat to undo Landon's belt.

"I have a boner," his eyes trailed downwards to his jeans and sure enough, there was a bulge under his zipper.

"Let's get some food in you and then it's off to bed," I smiled and got out of my seat to walk to his.

"Can I have a grilled cheese?" Landon whispered when I grabbed his hand to pull him out of the car.

It's a wonder how Landon isn't obese and laying in bed all day, all he ever seems to eat is Mac and cheese and gushers.

"Sure, do you want turkey in it?" I put my hand in his and wrapped my other hand around his bicep, hoping to keep him stabilized as we walked up the stairs.

"You can do that?" Landon stopped walking and turned to me on the stairs, his blue eyes wide and a shocked look on his face.

"Yes," I shook my head and pulled him up the remaining stairs before I leaned down and grabbed the key from the potted plant on the patio.

"Yep. I was right, ass ass ass ass ass," Landon sang from behind me as I dug around in the plant until I felt the cool metal on my fingers.

"Alright, let's go," I grabbed his arm again and drug him up the stairs and led him to my bedroom.