surprises

➢ surprise seven

authors note;

EDITED.

sorry it's short! At least Faith and mason (kind of) have a conversation in this chapter. And don't worry, Lachie's balls are fine. Just about. Also, I would really appreciate your votes and comments, cos they make me pretty happy. just saying :) anyway, go read! x

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     It was late in the evening, and I had decided to hide out in the piece and quiet of the patio until dinner. However, living in a house that contained seven other people, moments like those never lasted long, hence why I was now sitting next to a complaining Lachie, with an ice pack plonked on his crotch.

     After I had successfully punched him fair and square in the balls, I heaved his sorry ass over to the kitchen, digging around in the freezer to find an ice pack. I didn't even know if that would help, but hey, I've never helped someone in this kind of, situation, before. All I knew is that his dick would be freezing and his pants would feel damp. Still laughing, I wheezed out an apology before leaving the kitchen to go find somewhere to chill out. I didn't even get five minutes of peace until Lachie trailed after me, sitting down next to me, which is where we are now.

     "What's it like?" I murmured, glancing at him.

     He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "What's what like?"

     I rolled my eyes, tearing my gaze away from his face and staring back out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. "You know, getting whacked in the nuts." I said, peeking at him and grinning. He rolled his shoulders, throwing his head back and letting out a groan. I almost laughed at how sexual that sounded.

     "It's like someone taking a baseball bat and repeatedly whacking every inch of your body until you're practically crippled." He grunted, bringing his head up, leveling his blue eyes with mine. I sighed, sinking even further into the couch, a sheepish smile playing on my lips. He glanced at me, chuckling when he saw my embarrassed expression. We fell into a deliberate silence, with me occasionally sneaking glances at him. I can't help it, the boy is sexy.

     "You know," I said, bringing back the painful topic. "If I were a guy for a day I'd kick myself in the balls. Just saying." I shrugged, laughing at his bewildered expression.

     He shook his head at me, his blue orbs dancing with amusement. "First of all, I don't think it's even possible to kick yourself in the balls," I opened my mouth to say something, before he shot me a look. "-nor am I going to try. Second, why would you want to cause yourself so much pain?" He questioned, gesturing to his ice pack clad crotch.

     I shrugged. "Dunno, I've always just wanted to know. Besides, girls go through pain too, and then I can compare and see if it's as bad as being kicked in the balls, or," I nodded in the direction of his pants. "In your case, whacked."

     "That's stupid." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "See, I'd do the smart thing if I was a girl for a day." He told me, smirking.

     I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to tell me. When he didn't say anything for a good ten seconds, elbowed him in the ribs. "And that is?" He turned to look at me, almost surprised that I wanted to know.