"Mom! It's no big deal. He is a guy, not Geronimo Stilton.", I waved my hands at her as she tidied up my bedroom which looked like an earthquake affected zone.
"Exactly, honey. He is a guy. You never have guys home. Plus, we don't want anything inappropriate lying on the bed when he arrives right?"
"Mom!" I wailed loudly, covering my face with my hands. "Not cool."
"This isn't embarrassing sweetheart. But me showing your childhood photos is." And with that she stalked off downstairs to the kitchen, leaving my mouth and my eyes wide open.
I know childhood pictures are really cute, but my mom just had the camera in her hand at the wrong time and the wrong place.
For example, she took a recording of me singing to It's My Life by Dr.Alban. I mean, Jesus! Who ever records that? And once we had a fancy dress contest during kindergarten and I was dressed up like Mr.Potato from Toy Story.
I tried my very best to locate those deadly documents but my mom must have some secret go down or something where she hides all of it.
Anyway, the point was that Andrew was coming in about an hour or so. Our topic for the presentation was the Stone Age. And I figured I would have to do major of the research myself. So, I changed into a loose knitted sweater paired up with black tights, grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa browsing about the Stone Age. I was very hungry, but Stone Age rocks!
So basically Stone Age was a prehistoric period of time when stone was used for making various kind of implements. This was really interesting. You had the Early Stone Age, The Middle Paleolithic-
"Honey, him!" My mother shouted from downstairs.
"True mom! He is deaf. He can't hear you." I retorted back, my eyes still glued to the laptop screen.
I skipped downstairs to the living room where my mom and Andrew were deep in conversation. My mom had this glint in her eyes, as she glanced at me and I knew what she was thinking about. OTP.
On the other hand, Andrew Bowers did not spare a glance towards me and I was thankful for that because I was literally checking him out. He was sporting a navy blue cardigan with jeans. His hair were slightly wet and disheveled and his eyes.
"Follow me, please." My mom smiled warmly at him. "And please call me Regina."
Andrew gave a slight nod, a chivalrous smile still plastered over his face. Heights of faking. As we followed her, Andrew whispered to me. "All ready, right?"
"What do you mean?!" I whispered exasperatedly.
"I mean, you sure we can do this?" He said slowly, that stupid innocent look on his face.
"You make a Stone Age project sound like a Love Heist." He instantly came closer to me, his breath fanning my cheek and whispered softly spot that my mother couldn't hear.
"Trust me, babe, it will be one."
~*~
"So Stone Age was the time when humans were messed up and stupid, but strong as well, I mean stone is heavy but I don't understand what got their brains in a twist. They could just use bricks. Oh wait, they were dumb."
Remember me saying how Andrew wouldn't give a shit about the project? I was partially wrong. He clearly showed interest in the subject but his comments were invalid and senseless.
"You're stupid." I said, an amused look on my face.
"More stupid than Mr.Potato?" Asked Andrew, stretching his arms behind his head.
"Definitely." I said. "Mr.Potato is actually a good per- I mean good vegetable. Unlike you he-"
"Has a wife?" He cut me off, now resting his face on his hands. "Don't worry about that. I will probably get one soon."
I sighed, stretching my legs in front of me. I was currently seated on the bed, and Andrew was sitting on the beanbag next to me. My mother made sure he saw each and every childhood picture of mine that of course included Mr.Potato.
"In your dreams." I said. "Can you stop with your innuendos and actually help me with this project?" I said, holding the bridge of my nose with the tip of my fingers. "This is important. "
"Projects are never important. They are just made up to reduce the work, the students as well as the teachers are receiving. You don't understand shit, you just take a piece of paper and fill it with information that is of no use to us."
"Main point is that it will build up our grades. I understand if you don't want to haul your ass into a nice college, but I do. So if you screw up I will rip you apart." I said, narrowing my eyes at Andrew, who was looking at me with amusement.
"God, Riley, you are so aggressive." He said, as he got up from the beanbag. I stared at his figure stalking out the door. He needed a psychiatrist to fix his God-awful brain.
"I can make you aggressive in many other ways too you know." He said, his voice trailing off. I could literally feel him smirking.
"Shut up, idiot."
I followed behind, as he made his way down the stairs. Was he leaving? Why the heck was he leaving? Not that I didn't want him to leave but-
"You know the project is not over. Oh, wait, it never started!" I said, as he stopped midway making me bump into him. He smelt like lemongrass. Pure lemongrass. As I rubbed my nose, I noticed him looking slightly back at me, that stupid, hot smirk playing on his lips. Did I just say that? Let's just think this is an alternate universe.
"Relax, babe, I can't leave you. Even if I tried to." He said, as he continued climbing down the stairs again.
"I am just hungry."
I rolled my eyes at him and followed him down to the kitchen.
~*~
"Let's just have cocoa puffs." I said, as I sat on the island table near the centre of the kitchen, while Andrew picked out random ingredients from the fridge. "I can die of starvation."
"Pizza sounds better." He argued, as he grabbed a purple cabbage and set it on the table, and bent down to lean against the refrigerator again. I could see his muscles stretching beneath his torso. God, Riley, knock it off!
"Try not to drool." He said, and I immediately stared at the ceiling.
"You mean try not to puke." I retorted back.
He turned around, closing the refrigerator behind him and walked a few steps towards me.
"You are trying to say that this," He gestured towards his body, "is not drool-worthy."
"Yes, that is exactly what I am trying to say." I nodded. You need to stop lying.
"You are trying to say," He moved closer to me, causing me to back up against the island table, "that you don't get affected by anything I do." He whispered in my ear, his husky voice sending to shivers down my spine. He placed both his hands on the wall, trapping me in between.
"Yes. Exactly." I whispered, getting really nervous because of the proximity between us both.
"Too bad, because I was really contemplating not to throw flour on you." He smirked.
I knitted my eyebrows in confusion, but before I could register what he said, I was covered in flour. I breathed out slowly, finally realizing what he had done.
That idiot threw flour on me!
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Ik this is short. Hope you liked it though, and if any errors, please lemme know. ily guys, stay positive. And the cast :(
Love,
Riii
