Dangerously » MINIMINTER

• Chapter Nineteen •

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"No! That's not how you do it!" I laugh in between breaths as I watch a certain blond try and recreate my dance moves. "Slow dancing is supposed to be slow! The hint is in the name."

"Well, I'm sorry Miss Perfect but I can't do everything like you." Simon laughs along with me as he continues to dart around the room in circles.

"Oh God, let me show you." I groan and jump off from the bed, turning off the quiet background music.
As I inch closer to Simon, I begin to smile even more at the thought that we are having this kind of contact. My breath hitches for a millisecond as soon as he takes ahold of my waist, but a little voice in the back of my head tells me that he isn't the type of person to do this; something isn't right.

I brush it off, thinking that I must have changed my train of thought because of our fight earlier and place my hands around his neck and smile up at him.

"This is how all the pros do it." I smirk as we begin to sway around the room (more like me pulling Simon in all different directions and him being confused and stepping on my feet every once in a while) to the rhythm that we make up in our heads.

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I glance over at the little nightstand beside my bed and see the polaroid photo we took earlier. My digital clock beside it shines 11 pm - he's been here for hours.

"Hey Si," I call him over. He looks up from his slouching position in my chair and watches me. "It's 11."

"Yeah," he gazes at his watch as a smile washed over his features. "I know."

"So.."

"So will you let me stay the night?"

I roll my eyes playfully at his actions as he opens his eyes wide; those puppy dog eyes that I can't handle. "Only on one condition."

"Which is..?" He tries to get me to proceed.

"Help me hang this polaroid picture."

Within moments, I'm on top of Simon's shoulders, me guiding him where to stand so I can tape it to my 'memory wall', as I like to call it.
Finally, I settle right in the middle, where it's visible by all. Simon stands back as we both watch how it looks, me nodding at the satisfaction of how amazing the pic turned out. "Job done."

"Night, Minter." I smile over my shoulder at Simon, who's laying in the bed behind me.

"Night, Young."

I continue grinning and turn off my lamp and after minutes of laying in pure darkness with silence hovering upon us, Simon lazily drapes his arm over my waist. I take a breath and with that, I drift into a deep, long slumber.

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Waking up I find that Simon still has his arm over my waist as he peacefully sleeps beside me, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I smile warmly at the situation and carefully take ahold of his arm and gently pushing it off, trying to get out of bed as quietly as possible.

I hope he's a deep sleeper.

"Going somewhere?" I turn around and spot a sleepy Simon, already on his back, his arm extended over the edge of the bed, smiling at me.

I take my time to turn around and lean onto the door frame. "Breakfast?"

"Only if you have pancakes. Otherwise, we're going out."

"Well.." I ponder and try to remember what we have in our cupborads. "I have pancake mix?"

"Sounds good enough!" Simon hops out of bed as asks if he is allowed to use my shower (to which my response is a yes as long as he doesn't use up all of my strawberry shoiwer gel).

I sit on a bar stool downstairs, my elbows propped on the kitchen island in the middle of the room while reading the back of the pancake mixture box.

"So, is it expired yet?" Simon walks into the room, a towel loosely draped around his waist. I will admit, he doesn't have the 5-star abs like all the jocks on the school football team, but there is a visible trace of a six-pack that is just beginning to show.

Still a great view.

"Powder doesn't expire, Simon." I roll my eyes playfully at him. He comes closer and stands behind me, his arm extended and resting on the island as well.

"I swear to God," I take a deep breath in. "Did you use up my strawberry shower gel?" Looking up I see Simon with an evil smile plastered across his face.

"There is a possibility."

I shoot him a look as he smiles even wider.

"But come on! At least I smell amazing!" He shoots his hands up in defence.

"Whatever, just go put on some clothes and help me with baking."

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After two bowls worth of batter and a shattered glass later, we were finally heating up the frying pan. Simon was sat next to me, licking off the batter that was left of the whisk while I was scrolling through my Spotify playlist.

"Do you find this sexy?" Simon grabs my attention as he tries to seductively lick the batter of the whisk.

"Ew, gross!" I laugh as I try and distance myself away from him.

"Hey! You're mean." He fake pouts.

"I'm not, I'm just trying to not remember that one time I was in class with Dan and he showed me some weird whisk video. Kinda trying to supress that memory."

"Right.." Simon widens his eyes and laughs when I feel the whisk touch the side of my face. I yelp from the sudden contact.

"Did you do that on purpose?" I stand up from my stool, trying to grab a paper towel to whipe my face from the batter.

"Do wha-OH!" Simon errupts into laughter as if it's the funniest thing he's seen in a while.

"Hey! Come here!" I dip my finger in the left over batter from a bowl beside me and chase after the blond.

Soon enough, the simple chase escalated into us taking ahold of any food closest to us and attacking the other person. Curently lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of batter and my own laughter I try and stop Simon from tickling me.

"Si! Simon! No, stop!" I push him off me and he sits, corss-legged in front of me, trying to catch his breath.

We lie in silence as I suddenly remember, "Simon! The pan!"

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It was closer to the evening as Simon and I spent our whole day eating food - pancakes, takeout - and watching sappy rom-coms. Finally, Simon speaks up.

"Right, I think it's best I go. My mom is probably worried out of her mind.."

"Yeah, maybe.." I sigh, not wanting this day to end, but all good things do.

He puts on his shoes as I wait for him to gather all his things in the living room.

"Okay then," Simon stands in front of me, towering over with his 6-foot-something-ness.

"So," I say, trying to keep the conversation going somehow.

"So," he says back.

I see his eyes flickering over my face, mostly from my eyes to my lips.

"See you in school, I guess." I shrug, hoping that he would just lean down and kiss me.

"See you in school," he warmly responds - almost purring - as he smiles and kisses my cheek before walking out the door.

Even though we only met several months back, I'm truly, madly, and deeply in love with that boy.

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