If I could marry my bed, I totally would.
I flipped over and took in the warmness of the comforter. When my mom comes back and takes me back home this bed is coming with me. It's weird thinking about it. I'm all on my own. Well, not all on my own; I still have Brandon.
I sat up in my bed- or my husband? Yeah, that sounds about right.
As always I turned and looked at my reflection in my vanity mirror. Immediately I wish I hadn't. My eyes were black and my hair was cluttered everywhere. If anything I looked more like a bird than an actual human being.
My stomach gurgled, time to go pig out in the pantry.
I jumped out of my bed/husband and slid on some PJ's. Yeah, I don't sleep in pants. They're way too restricting. I ran down the stairs with way too much excitement. Why? I have absolutely no idea... maybe I'm the bi-polar one.
I swung open the pantry door and gawked. Oreos, nutella, puff Cheetos, hot Cheetos, popcorn, everything you could possibly imagine was in there. I suddenly felt so torn; I might need to divorce the bed and take the pantry with me instead.
I grabbed the hot Cheetos and sprinted back up the stairs. One bite and I was in utter bliss. If I was a superhero these things would be my kryptonite.
I set them down on my bed, took a few handfuls then exited the room. I needed to take a shower. After everything I've been through this week I deserved a nice relaxing shower. I chucked a towel over my shoulder and turned the faucet on.
When I got in the water was hot. I moaned idyllically. Yup this is exactly what I needed. My body was abruptly cloaked in heat. It felt terrific.
Of course not as terrific as Callan's lips on my nose.
Oh my god, I needed to stop. I didn't want to feel heartbroken ever again. Dammit, why the hell did I always fall in love with people I shouldn't? Callan is a friend, and I could never damage our friendship.
Why couldn't you have been like this with Will.
I cringed at the thought of him- no more. I refused to think about him. The thought of his name made my heartache. I never wanted to hurt like that ever again. Will was my past.
Suddenly the bathroom door flew open.
No way, I didn't!
I fucking forgot to lock the door! Oh my god! How stupid could I fudging be! I live with three boys! One of which is my brother, but the other two, damn were they hot! How the hell did I forget to lock the door!
"Callan!"
Oh my god; its Jay.
"Get the fuck out of the shower!
I felt my body shake in embarrassment. I could imagine him standing there. His sexy messy hair cluttered, his stunning blue eyes... his shirtless body-
NO! Stop it Leah! You're naked in the shower! This is not the time to think of his sexy body!
"If you don't get of the shower right now I'm going to shove the bath soap up your ass!"
That's all he had to say. In less than thirty seconds I was in my towel, hair soaked, mascara smeared in front of non-other the beautiful and stunning Jaleb Olson. The towel was tightly wrapped around my body. In one word; I felt insecure. I mean the damn towel ended at my upper thigh.
I looked up at him sheepishly and made eye contact.
That egotistical, arrogant, over-confident, D-wad was smirking. Freaking smirking! I squinted my eyes at him and prepared to go ape shit. He was smirking in a situation like this!
His eyes traveled down my body and I held onto the towel tighter.
"I've got to say," his voice was husky. "That is by far the best thing I've ever seen you wear."
My cheeks enflamed! What a perve!
You like it.
No I don't!
Do too!
Great, now I was having an argument with my subconscious.
"You're a perve."
He stepped closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His mouth still working the smirk. I nearly dropped my towel. What the hell is he doing?! I'm in a towel for god sakes! One wrong move and it could fall- oh, that's what he was probably trying to do.
Now Grasshopper, you have achieved the ability to think like a pervert.
I put one of my hands on his chest and tried to push away. Seeing that he is a year older than me and freakishly fit you can imagine who won that fight.
I'm gonna' shove the soap bar up his ass if he doesn't move.
I stepped back into a puddle and lost my grip cause us to topple over. Being the klutz everyone knows I am, I ended up on top of him; towel still intact.
He chuckled sexily and the butterflies in my stomach had a party. I stared down at him, his hair- oh my god, all I wanted to do was run my hand threw it and mess it up some more. His laugh was sexy, but not as sexy as the rest of him.
"Like what you see?" he asked, tucking a hair behind my ear.
Of course I did!
"You wish!"
Jaleb threw his head back and laughed. He lifted me and together we both stood up. He smiled down at me and ran his hand threw his already gorgeously messed up hair.
Marry me now.
Whoa now, remember Leah, your already in a very committed relationship with the pantry. I tucked the strands in my eyes behind my ears and faltered on what to say. Why was talking to Callan so much easier than talking to Jay?
"Well Sweetheart," Jay bit his lip. "As sexy you look in that towel- and trust me you do look sexy- you should probably get dress so we can go out."
I was flustered, completely and utterly lost for words. Jaleb thought I was sexy? If he thought I was sexy then he must think that apple juice in the fridge was a total turn on. I was anything but sexy, but then again the way he's looking at me... am I sexy to him?
Wait, I never agreed to go anywhere with him!
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
Jaleb grabbed my waist for the second time today, which yet again, causes me to lightning in my pants. He leaned in close and I was paralyzed. Why did he always smell so delicious?
"Sweetheart," his lips lightly brushed my ear. "The more you resist, the more I'm going to pursue. I love a good challenge."
His lips were just, if not more, softer than Callan's. When he pulled away, I exhaled. He fudging messed up my breathing patterns.
"I'll give you an hour to get ready," he ordered bossily. "Hurry up Taylors."
Still breathless I uttered, "In your dreams Olson."
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