50 Shades Of Garfield (Andrew Garfield Fanfic) *EDITING*

Chapter 19

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It's been a little while since I updated! Hehe I hope you like this chapter. They're honestly just the cutest in the world :D

I realized that this book is going to be longer than the other books I've written, so I'm estimating about six chapters left, including the epilogue. I don't really know for sure right now...

Please don't stop reading this story! It's now at 1.3K, not even a week after having only 1K! Dudes, you guys like made my life! :)

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Chapter 19

God, I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him.

Our kiss continues to run through my head. It was perfect; everything about it was perfect. He's all that takes over my mind anymore

God, he's gorgeous.

His eyes and his smile and his everything.

"Why do I always have to come over to your house?" He asks me through our phone conversation.

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my cookie dough ice cream. "It's more like me always coming over to your house. Where do we do all the studying? At your house."

"So what," he responds. "What are you up to, Claire bear?"

I look around the room and then at Hollie. She's smiling at me as she brushes her doll's hair. "Eating ice cream and watching Hollie fail miserably at Candy Crush."

Hollie looks over at me, wrinkles her nose and slaps my arm hard enough that Andrew heard.

"Did she just hit you?" He asks, laughter hinted in his voice.

"You better stop laughing," I say tersely, but smile. "Let me guess what you're doing. Eating peanut butter disgustingly out of the jar and imitating Gollum?"

He chuckles on the other line. "Only one of those is right. I'm eating the peanut butter and reading."

I sit up from my lying position on the couch and scoop another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. "Are you almost finished?"

"Almost," he says. "Two short chapters away."

"How do you know they're short?"

"I checked," he says. "So are you coming over or what?"

I look at the wall in our living room and at Kyle taking an evening nap on our couch so he can fall back asleep in three hours. "I'm on my way," I say, smiling like a stupid, obsessed girl that can't stay away from her boyfriend for a few hours before she goes completely insane. "You better have that book finished when I get there."

"Oh, shit, Claire bear!"

I hang up my phone to his protesting and stuff it in my back pocket. But I take it back out to take a picture of Kyle sleeping peacefully on the couch for a picture on Instagram. He's going to kill me, or possibly sit on me, but I just want to embarrass him.

I almost out of the kitchen without being noticed by my mom or my grandma. "Where are you going, Claire?" My mom asks.

I turn around to them. "I'm going over to Andrew's. Can I go?"

She nods her head and squeezes dough between her hands. "Of course. But have you even spend any time with your grandma since she's been here?"

"Oh, Megan, sweetie," my grandma says. "Let her have some fun. She's a teenager. She doesn't want to hang out with her silly, old grandma."