As I pull up to Chanel's house, I see cars lined up along the curb in every direction. I park my car a few blocks away and start to walk. I am out of breathe and am wondering what to say to Chanel.
I walk up to the door trying to breathe steady. Standing by the door is Prada with the heels.
"Hey, Kensington! Here's your heels."
We swapped shoes.
"I'll take your shoes up to Chanel's bedroom." Prada said
"Okay."
I walked in looking around for Chanel. I spotted her. She's in the foyer.
"Hey Chanel."
"Hey."
"Um... nice party."
"Yeah. So I see you didn't take my advice!" she snapped back
"Well thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it." I say almost to sarcastically
" What ever. You can change into some of my clothes and we can just... take that 'thing' back to the store?"
I don't see what's so bad about it, I mean the guy at Hollister, Harry, thought it looked nice on me.
"No thanks. I like it." I try to say sweetly but it comes across more annoyed than anything.
"Suit yourself!"
We sat there in silence until finally Chanel spoke up.
" I want you to meet somebody."
"Okay, is he here?"
"Yeah he's right down stairs."
"Let's go."
We walk down the grand staircase and make our way into the living room. There is a handsome brunette laying on the fanning couch. He has gorgeous hazel eyes, thin pink lips, and his brown hair pushed up in the front.
"Hey Chanel." He said
"Hey! I wanted you to meet somebody."
He sat straight up and looked at Chanel.
"This is Kensington." She said as she stepped aside to allow him to see me.
"Hey." he said tiredly like we interrupted his beauty sleep.
"Hi." I answered back
I glanced around noticing that Chanel had already left leaving me alone with...
"I'm Dylan O'Brien, but you can call me Dylan."
Dylan.
"Okay. Um-"
"Do you wanna get a drink?" He said cutting me off and running the back of his neck.
"Sure."
We walked into the kitchen.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked
"What are you having to drink?" I answered with a question of my own.
"Bud light."
"I'll have the same."
I don't usually drink but I felt that if I didn't I will look stupid.
He pops off the lid and hands me the ice cold beer. He takes a sip, pursing his lips against the lid holding the glass tilted in the air, putting it back down by his waist and makes a refreshing sound.
I also take a sip. Instead of taking a sip I find myself drinking at least half of it. I guess I was really thirsty and didn't realize it from my walk here. He looked at me with his eyebrow cocked.
"Maybe you should slow down.."
"Oh...right."
"Well.. since you already drank one, do you want another?"
"Sure." I smiled.
He handed me another one.
"Do you wanna go upstairs and see what Chanel is doing?"
"Sure."
We grabbed our drinks and we walked to the stairs. He went up first. He reached the top of the stairs first. As I walked up the stairs, I tripped on the top step. I fell into his toned, muscular arms, spilling my beer all over myself. He lifted me off the ground and then put me back down straight.
"God. You're so beautiful." His breathing deepened as my cheeks reddened.
"Thanks." I giggled
He leaned in and his gentle pink lips touched mine. Butterflies were flying in my stomach. His lips moving in rhythm with mine. I slid my hand through his hair.I noticed that his mouth tasted like beer and cinnamon gum, a surprisingly good mix. We walked backward and he twisted the door knob. He stopped to take a breath.
He started to unbutton my shirt while kissing me aggressively. I took a hold of his shirt and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tan bare skin in the open. I put my hand around his neck pulling him towards me. Just as he unbuttoned the last button he tore my shirt off. We continued to kiss...then the door knob started to turn. He pulled me into the walk in closet.
"Shit!" he whispered "Our shirts are on the floor."
"What do we do?" I asked.
"We play cool."
It was Chanel and Prada.
"Where is Dylan?" Prada asked
"I don't know. I left him with Kensington." Chanel answered.
They exited the room, slamming the door behind them.
We slid out of the closet. He locked the door. Beads of sweat ran down our foreheads.
"What do you wanna do now?" I asked awkwardly.
"Well, we could...Kiss...Kiss...and return to what we were doing before they interrupted?"
"Okay."
~Dylan's POV~
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up towards me. I bit her lip and started to kiss her more. She was beautiful.I gently pressed her up against the wall, running my hands over her curves. I moved her over to the bed. I laid her down on her back. I kneeled over top of her, grabbing her sides and rolling her over so she was on top of me. Kensington looked into my eyes and giggled. She's so adorable. She leaned down pecking my cheek. Kensington rested herself on the left side of the bed. She grabbed my arm pulling it over her stomach, cuddling up next to me. With a yawn, Kensington snuggled her face into my chest. Her blond straight hair began to curl. Her eyes fluttered closed.
~Kensington's POV~
I placed myself next to him wrapping his arm around my torso. I snuggled my face into his bare chest feeling the comfort I haven't felt for along time.He kissed my forehead. We laid there in silence and I involuntarily let my eyes close.
