AN: Hi everybody! Look who's already updating just two days after the last chapter?! I'm sure you guys can tell how just busy my weekend was, huh? -_-
So a few things: I've changed the rating to M, 'cause well, things are heating up and I don't want to have mothers complaining to me about their scarred children or anything like that so... just a little heads up! ;)
And secondly, um... well, i guess it was just that!
Enjoy!
Jade
"Um… Ok, ok, ok! I got one." Tori says as she snaps her fingers. "There was this boy I liked in middle school, his name was Seymour and-"
"Ooh. Sexy." I mutter sarcastically.
"Well, we called him Seimy for short..." she defends.
"Steamy Seimy. Has a lot of potential in the porn industry."
"You want to hear my story or not?" She snaps while swatting my arm.
"Alright, relax!" I snicker. "Go back to what you were doing with my hair though." I mumble while closing my eyes as she continues massaging my head with her fingers.
"You better not fall asleep, Jade." She warns.
"How could I sleep when I'm dying to hear about Steamy Seimy's adventures?"
"That's it. Get off." She begins squirming under me as she tries to move away on the bed.
"No, no, no! I'll stop, I'll stop!" I chuckle while grabbing a hold of her wrist. She glares down at me for a moment before she once again leans against the headboard and allows me to lay my head back on her lap.
"So anyway," she continues. "I had been crushing on Seymour for two weeks-"
"Which in middle school terms would be equivalent to several months to a year." I add. My eyes fluttering shut as her hands resume their magical dance across my scalp.
"Right. So of course my friends were telling me to make a move already. So one day during lunch, I headed over to where he was eating with his friends in the middle of the quad and I gave him a little basket with cookies I had spent the entire night before baking, just for him-"
"The typical 1950's housewife's mating call." I add, to which she just scoffs.
"He seemed pleased so I started getting all excited thinking maybe I stood a chance. But suddenly," she sighs. "His eyes went wide and he started grasping his chest and wheezing-"
"What the fuck did you put in those cookies?"
"Peanuts!" She cries. "How was I supposed to know he was allergic?!"
"Could've done your research if you were so into the guy…"
"I-I… who the heck does research on people's allergi-" She stops and looks down at me. I simply shrug and throw her an innocent smile. "Well, that doesn't count! You were out to kill me the time with the bush daisies. Normal people don't steal other people's medical records ok? Soexcuse me for not knowing Seimy was severely allergic to peanuts!"
"Amateur. So what happened then?"
"His face got super swollen and he started getting a bunch of rashes all over. I was just standing there like an idiot while he almost asphyxiated with my stupid cookies. Finally someone rushed him to the nurse who gave him a shot or something so he could breathe again."
"So that's it?"
"What do you mean 'so that's it'?" she asks incredulously.
"That's your most embarrassing story? It sounds to me like it was more embarrassing for Steamy Seimy to blow up like a fucking balloon in front of all his friends and peers than it was for you! I mean, you probably became known as 'that badass girl that makes the killer cookies'. Literally."
