Chapter Six:
"You can blame it on your regrets...." I sang to Kyle. Then he sang the next part.
"And all your little secrets...You keep them." He sang, walking around my room with a brush in his hand.
We were in my room, and we were goofing off. I put in my favorite CD, Parachute. It was my favorite band of all time, and Kyle loved singing the songs to me, trying to be sweet and stuff. He actually sounds just like the lead singer, Will Anderson, but it's not like i'm going to tell him. Kyle sings around me all the time, but whenever we're in the car with Olivia or someone, he just shuts up. I guess it's a Kyle-and-Farah type of thing.
"I'm not the one who needs the saving!" He sang at the top of his lungs. I just laughed, and leaned upside down on my bed.
Kyle grabbed me up, and pointed at me, still singing into my hairbrush. He looked me straight in the eye, and I blushed a little. I don't really know why, but I thought it was sweet. "It's alright, oh Baby, It's alright." Then he spun me around and we began dancing. Kyle was the guy I first danced with. Actually, he was the one who taught me how to dance. Then It was my favorite part of the song so he stopped dancing , and threw the brush at me. I grabbed it, and started singing along.
"Now you think it feels right, but you don't know....You've got everything you wanted but your not sure!....You can say what you please, if all that you need to believe it getting better, you can blame it on me!" Then right when I sang that, he scooped me up, and onto his shoulder I went. "Ahh!" I squealed, laughing my head off. Kyle opened my bedroom door, and danced down the stairs with me still over his shoulder. All I could see was his butt and the stairs.
"Whoa. Dude, Kyle. Don't bring my squealing sister downstairs while i'm in the middle of a kill streak."
"Whatever, Whale." Kyle responded saying, placing me on the kitchen granite.
"So...Ice cream on this fine evening, My Lady?" Kyle asked, winking.
"Anything from you, Mr. Anderson." I mimicked in the same tone.
Kyle walked over to the freezer and opened it. "Chocolate Fudge Brownie for the pretty lady, and a spoon to share for the handsome Mr. Anderson." He said, while grabbing the ice cream container. He helped himself to getting a spoon since he knows where everything is here. Kyle stood in front of me, while each of my legs hung on either side of his waist. I popped open the top, and placed it in the trash.
"Yummy." Kyle mumbled while scooping out another bite. I was smiling until I felt something cold on my cheek. "Kyle!" I moaned. Ugh, it was so cold. I wiped the chocolate off my cheek, and punched him in the shoulder.
"Oh, so you want me to make you moan now?" I gasped, and shook my head, smirking. Then My phone started to ring in my back pocket. I leaned my head back, and jumped off the bar. Both of my hands were occupied at the second so I shoved my butt toward Kyle. "Answer it."
He smirked and grabbed my butt. "HEY! Don't do that!" Then he chuckled, and answered the phone.
"Farah's best friend with benefits speaking." I rolled my eyes, and leaned back on the bar.
"Uh huh...Okay.... Six, right?.... Okay...... We'll be there..... Buh bye now." I cocked my head to the side and raised my eyebrow. "Who was that?" I asked.
"Olivia. Party tonite." I nodded, and put the left over ice cream in the sink, making my way toward the stairs.
Kyle kissed me on the cheek and said he would be back in thirty minutes. I sighed, and ran up to my room. I shuffled my ipod to the song Jar Of Hearts by Christina Perri. I walked around to my closet and began to throw things unto my bed. I decide to wear a navy blue strapless dress that flowed under the bust. It went to mid-thigh, and it looked good on me. I straightened my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. I cocked my head to the side, and put my hand on my hip.
"You look stunning, Farah Mayyyy." Kyle sang in my ear, while grabbing my wrist and spinning me around slowly. I smiled, and put my arm through his. Then we walked down the stairs and out the door heading to his Volvo. He had on blue jeans that hung low on his hips, and a un-tucked Navy Blue Polo shirt. Coincidentally we matched.
"We match." I told him, giggling. Why was I giggling? I have no idea.
"Guess what." Kyle asked me while cranking up the radio and rolling down the windows.
"What?" I asked him.
"We're going to a party!"
"WOO!" I yelled, throwing my hands up laughing.
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She is Love
Umor-C o m p l e t e d- Friendship should all be about trust, right? Wrong. Or that's how Farah feels nowadays in her recent and old relationships. But by her getting caught up in her own world of recent relationships, she must rely on her old ones as w...
