Something Great

Chapter 9

"What?" Ralley asked as Calum let her fall back onto her flat feet. "What did he tell you?"

Calum pressed his lips together and exhaled through his nose before looking back at Ralley.

"He told me that you kissed him on the cheek and thanked him."

His tone was somewhat sour. Ralley's eyebrows furrowed and she curled her front lip almost like a snarl.

"And you're mad at me for this," she interrogated acidically, taking a step back.

"No, no!" Calum answered, shaking his head. His thick, dark eyebrows were raised and drawn, causing his forehead to wrinkle. He looked extremely sexy when his forehead was wrinkled. He stepped towards Ralley cautiously.

"I'm just upset that... That he saved the day. That he was your knight in shining armor... It should've been me, but... But I was the one he was saving you from. I'm so sorry for that."

He seemed so distraught and apologetic that Ralley couldn't help but soften toward him.

"I forgive you, Calum..... I wish it had been you too."

Their eyes met for a moment. His held relief and hope; hers, while forgiving, were tinted with doubt.

"It's just.. Why are you bringing this up? It seems like you're trying to start shit on our first date."

Calum stared at her a moment longer, and Ralley could see thoughts whirling through his mind, one after another, calculating.

"You're right," he finally spoke up, giving her a smile that Ralley was convinced wasn't completely genuine. "I guess I'm still a little jealous about everything that went on between you two that night. I'm sorry; it was stupid of me.."

Ralley stepped closer to him and placed her hands on his chest shyly. She was really appreciating his white shirt.

"It's alright," she told him, drawing squiggles on the crisp fabric with her finger tips. "It's not that big of a deal, you know? Besides, you're cute when you're all jealous."

Calum's large, warms hands found Ralley's waist and pressed her into him as he leaned down to touch his lips to hers. She sighed into the kiss, and Calum felt guilty. He'd meant to tell her-- he really had... But he didn't want to ruin their first date.

"So... What'daya say we get going on that date," Calum grinned, pulling away from her lips reluctantly. Kissing her always seemed to comfort him, and he wondered how it was possible that she could affect him like that.

"Sounds great to me." Ralley's small smile gradually turned into a beam just thinking about all the potential the night held.

Ralley plucked her clutch from its place on the granite countertop and stepped out on the porch as Calum held the door for her. She took a few steps and turned around, waiting for him to join her.

The way Calum looked at Ralley could never be described. He didn't just smile and bite his lip at her. His eyes weren't just shining. He looked at her the way you might look at your favorite band when you have front row seats to their concert and they play your favorite song. It's the way you look at them when you realize just how lovely they are and how much you love them; that's how Cal looked at Ralley.

It was a gaze that Ralley couldn't hold. She blushed and looked to her feet for a distraction. Calum walked over to her, shutting the door behind him, and tilted her chin up to kiss her like something you'd see in a movie.

They stayed in each others arms for more than a little while, pushing their date back further and further with each swipe of their tongues.

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Ava was woken by an ache in her stomach. She didn't know what time it was, but she could see that it was dark through the glass doors to the balcony. She shifted in Ashton's arms. Her angel was snoring softly, still sleeping off his devilish actions from earlier that day.

Maybe, she thought. It very well could be tomorrow by now.

She slipped out of his arms stealthily and groped around the floor for her phone near the pile of clothes she'd dropped it by earlier. She had to look away as she unlocked it, the brightness piercing her unprepared pupils. It was ten o'clock.

Ava's stomach growled.

She sighed, stumbling into Ashton's dry swimming trunks and her over-sized blink-182 tee that she'd used as a coverup. Using her phone, Ava was able to get to the door and waddle down three flights of stairs, ending up in the kitchen.

It was really a nice kitchen. It had stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. Ava wondered how much the boys actually cooked...

She laughed. Not much at all, aside for the occasional toast or smoothie experiment.

She opened the refrigerator and peered into it suspiciously. She saw beer, salsa, guacamole, a package of cheddar cheese slices, sour cream, a liter of chocolate milk, hot dogs that were probably week-old leftovers, and a singular can of V8 Juice.

She spotted something plastic behind the wall of beer and rearranged a few bottles to find a Tupperware container of seemingly fresh pineapple chunks and strawberries. She pulled it out excitedly, strawberries being her favorite.

"Strawberries," a raspy voice questioned.

Ava spun around to find Michael standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of boxers. His eyes drooped sleepily and his hair lay flat against his head. They looked each other up and down in sync. Ava thought he had cute feet.

"Thought you were Ashton for a second," Michael explained groggily, rubbing the back of his neck. A small grin played on his rose petal lips. "But you definitely have a better ass."

Ava rolled her eyes at him and set the fruit on the counter, leaning up against it.

Michael stood silently for a minute, watching her.

"Would you like some," Ava asked, gesturing to the strawberries and pineapple.

Michael shrugged but walked over and plucked a strawberry out of the container, using it as an excuse to get closer to her.

He took a small bite, staring at Ava's lips around her own strawberry.

"You know," he spoke up, chewing thoughtfully, "strawberries make your pussy taste good."

Ava glanced at her berry and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"And pineapple makes your cum sweeter," he added, eyeing a golden chunk.

"You know this from experience," Ava queried curiously, only half jokingly.

"Maybe," Michael answered coyly, considering eating another strawberry.

Ava breathed a laugh.

"Better eat up then," she joked, reaching for a piece of pineapple. Their fingers brushed against each other, but they were quick to pull away.

"Why, planning on getting fucked soon," Michael asked, smirking at her. "Because I could help with that."

Ava closed her eyes and laughed through the pineapple in her mouth, trying not to choke and attempting to disregard all the lusty thoughts rolling through her mind. She didn't know exactly what it was about Michael, but he gave impression of being some kind of sex fiend.

"Excuse me!?"

Michael and Ava turned their heads in sync, finding a very upset Ashton in the doorway.